I just want to be a quiet man

The bloody smell just now came from this corpse.

This is the sacrifice of the statue in the temple!

In an instant, Zhong Kui Yueji had a strong premonition in his heart, as if as long as he was pulled into the furnace, he would replace this corpse and become a fresh offering!

At this time, Zhong Kui's thorny body was already unable to stand upright, and he planted it in the pot.

Suddenly, all the arms holding him were covered with a layer of dazzling pale gold, as if covered with a thin layer of spring light.

All arms stopped instantly and did not move anymore.

A powerful and majestic aura suddenly erupted from Zhong Kui Yueji's body, and the arms of many ghosts, like snow meeting the sun, disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind!

Without these restraints, Kui Yueji finally regained his footing.

"Tread, step, step..."

In the darkness, strangely shaped ghosts walked out, and the corpses in the basin also grabbed the edge of the basin with their hands and pulled themselves out completely, looking at the end with cold and treacherous eyes.

The blood has already soaked the entire ground, and it is rising continuously, as if it is about to sink the entire temple.

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The mad wind lantern kept shaking.

Under the erratic light, a blue shirt floated in.

His figure is tall and straight, the sword intent is lingering, and the whole person's breath is almost integrated with the long sword on his back.

Ning Wuye walked into the temple, just stood still behind the threshold, he was slightly startled, he seemed to have overlooked something?

and……

He looked around and frowned suddenly, wondering why he came to such a strange place alone?

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Wuye walked towards the screen wall.

A blank screen wall, a simple round tripod, beams and pillars without any decoration or engraving, steps... Ning Wuye finally pushed open the door of the main house, and walked into the main room where the statue was enshrined.

Although the temple in front of the god statue is not big, the incense is very strong...

It's just that these offerings seem unusual... But, in Yousu's tomb, any kind of weird things are possible...

Ning Wuye walked to the square table where the offerings were placed, looked at the shrine above, with a puzzled look on his face.

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this statue...?

At this time, the god statue, which looked like a painted mud tire, suddenly opened its red eyes.

The evil spirit soared into the sky, and the statue made a move, grabbing Chao Ning Wuye.

boom! !

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A dead tree and a lonely monument.

The mud in front of the tomb was still wriggling, but the crowd of people offering sacrifices had dispersed tremblingly.

In a moment, the mud completely devoured the last sacrifice and recovered as before.

The bridal sedan chair that was suspended in mid-air disappeared, and the pink bride in a big red gown and hipa head appeared on the branch of a dead tree, stretching lazily.

Xipa hung on his chest, unable to see his expression clearly.

The complicated skirts winding among the branches are blown by the wind, like dead old trees and gorgeous flowers suddenly blooming.

A pair of slender embroidered shoes loomed in the layers of skirts, and the pompon on the tip of the shoes was like blood, bit by bit, as if about to drip.

In the lush grass, the blood stains had long since dried up, turning into a mottled crimson color.

The low-grade talisman flying sword that was originally carried behind Lin Feng's back was inserted obliquely into the ground, and the sword body trembled slightly like autumn water.

At this time, a pure white figure came from a distance.

It looks like a human being, wearing a white robe, walking against the wind, fluttering like flying, but looking carefully, there are two parallel eyes on the snow-white face and under the white eyebrows.

In the depths of the pupils, there is a pitch-black flame slowly dancing.

It is "prisoner".

The "prisoner" strode forward and stopped not far from the tombstone.

The pink bride sat motionless on the treetop, under the hipa, her voice came out: "What's the matter?"

"Prisoner" said in a cold voice, "Those three survivors have already met 'Xi'."

"I probably know Pei Ling's location."

The pink bride said calmly: "Something happened during the day today."

"Pei Ling's position, I have now grasped it."

"Prisoner" shook his head slightly, and said, "Right now, location is not the most important thing."

"The most important thing is that the three survivors are all in a hard fight."

"Fighting in the same realm, 'Xi' can't stop those three people."

"So, the current cultivation level of 'Xi' has probably recovered to the level of God Transformation."

Deity?

The pink bride on the branch frowned suddenly, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Then what's the situation with Pei Ling's territory?"

"Prisoner" said slowly: "The territory is not clear for the time being."

"But now, our cultivation and strength are too far behind."

"This is very unfavorable to our situation!"

The pink bride nodded, and then said: "Then what do you think should be done now?"

"Prisoner" said in a deep voice: "Now, we know that Pei Ling's cultivation level has recovered to at least Transformation God."

"And Pei Ling must also know that we only have Nascent Soul now."

"Not surprisingly."

"Pei Ling will definitely go all out to search for our location."

"However, the three survivors have been searching for Pei Ling for half a year."

"As for Pei Ling, even if his cultivation has recovered to a higher level, it should take some time to find us."

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, we must prepare in advance."

"At the very least, restore your cultivation to Huashen."

Hearing this, the pink bride immediately said, "Tell the whole territory."

"Starting tonight, sacrifices will be made every day."

"The offerings cannot be stopped."

"Prisoner" nodded: "Understood!"

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wilderness.

By the side of the lonely tomb, Pei Lingjin sat beside the tombstone, everything was silent and dead silent.

He has been sitting here for a long time since the sound transmission with "Xi".

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yan Huigu.

"It's been a while since we fought, and the winner hasn't been decided yet..."

"The cultivation of that 'prisoner' is at most a transformation of a god, and he has not recovered to return to the void."

"Now, just wait for news from Senior Sister Li..."

Thinking of this, Pei Ling nodded slightly.

If he came to Yanhuigu immediately now, and joined forces with "Xi", he would definitely be able to kill "Prisoner" on the spot.

However, this no longer makes sense.

As long as Senior Sister Li succeeds, the result will be the same!

Moreover, he is the only one guarding the tombstone now, but he can't leave no matter what.

The more critical this moment is, the more we cannot take it lightly!

So, Pei Ling closed his eyes again, and sat quietly. The cemetery was cold and silent, as if dead.

Chapter 142: Fierce battle.

The geese go back to the valley.

Zhao's Great Immortal Temple.

The Yin Qi diffused, and the entire temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gray-black veil, which was dark and gloomy for the eyes.

Gray-black frost flowers quietly condense all over the ground.

Fu Xuanxu stepped into the air and stood, constantly pinching complicated formulas in his hands. Surrounded by yellow-brown talismans, countless mysterious cloud seals squirmed and intertwined on the talismans, and invisible forces criss-crossed Interlaced to form a small defensive formation filled with light.

Around him, and even above his head and under his feet, there are all kinds of ghosts with strange shapes and strong Yin energy.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

The sharp and ear-piercing laughter continued continuously, and a pair of malicious eyes stared straight at Fu Xuanxu. The ghosts circled around him quickly, shocking the mind with shrill laughter, like a tidal wave, hitting him wave after wave. Rune array.

A piece of talisman floated in the void, constantly shining like water waves.

The ghost's face was ferocious, and the maliciousness in its eyes was deeper. It seemed that in the next moment, it would rush up and tear Fu Xuanxu into pieces.

With their frenzied attack, the traces of Yunzhuan quickly faded and faded, and in a short while, a talisman with Yunzhuan that had almost disappeared ignited a raging fire.

With a blank expression on his face, Fu Xuanxu took out a talisman from the storage bag with one hand, and quickly replaced it.

Soon, another talisman was about to be exhausted.

With the tireless impact of the ghosts, the talismans burned rapidly, and Fu Xuanxu was gradually unable to fill the vacancy in time.

The thick Yin Qi, as if aware of a flaw, roared into the formation and quickly eroded.

Immediately, there were a few more talismans that could still be persisted, and the cloud seal on them quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman array suddenly dropped by a large amount.

"Hee... hee hee... hee hee... hee hee hee..."

The ghosts raised their heads one after another, and let out hysterical shrieks, as the real Yin Qi surged violently, hitting the entire talisman array crazily.

After only a moment of stalemate, the dilapidated talisman array could no longer support it. All the talismans burned instantly, and in a blink of an eye, all of them were turned into ashes.

Seeing the disappearance of the talisman array, the ghosts suddenly showed a hideous and terrifying expression, and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu roaring.

At the same time, the magic formula that Fu Xuanxu had been pinching in his hand was finally completed. The two fingers of his right hand stood in front of his chest, and the palm of his left hand was facing the sky, as if holding a void, he suddenly turned his palm over, and then pressed down hard.

In an instant, a huge green mountain shadow emerged from the void and smashed towards the ghost.

The violent wind tore everything in sight, and the mountain fell rapidly, majestic and unstoppable, as if it was going to crush the entire Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple into powder together!

boom! !

All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed firmly by Qingshan.

The ground shook suddenly, but Zhao's Great Immortal Temple remained motionless, not even a single piece of blue bricks paving the ground was broken.

Fu Xuanxu frowned, this temple is guarded by ghosts at the level of gods!

Otherwise, the move I just made is enough to raze the entire temple, together with the surrounding land, to the ground!

At this time, the shadows of the green hills slowly dissipated, and more than half of the ghosts that were knocked down dissipated, turning into puffs of black air that instantly merged into the remaining ghosts.

The breath of these remaining ghosts rose instantly, but they became stronger. They all raised their heads, let out a furious roar, and continued to rush towards Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu was still standing in the air, and he pushed out his palm flatly, a huge light blue palm print swept across the audience, instantly blasting the several ferocious ghosts that rushed up and flew away.

Before he could catch his breath, several blue-black tentacles suddenly shot out from behind him, wrapping around Fu Xuanxu's limbs in an instant.

The rest of the ghosts took advantage of the situation and swarmed up, attacking Fu Xuanxu with all kinds of attacks.

Fu Xuanxu snorted coldly, [End Dao Qingxian] was activated instantly, breaking all the tentacles at once, and then pressed down with both hands, five green mountains and shadows that were slightly smaller than before came crashing down...