In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"Grandma Rakshasa, can you undo the restraint in her body?" Lin Xiaolu asked beside her.

Tang Xin nodded:

"The restriction in her body is not complicated. Although my strength is not high, senior sister, there should be no problem in breaking this restriction."

After finishing speaking, she continued to speak to the female ghost:

"Tell me what you know."

The female ghost in red trembled, and then spoke to the people in front of her.

The female ghost's name is Yao Dan, who was a native of Sichuan. On her way home one day, she encountered a landslide and fell down a cliff to her death.

Originally, people who died unexpectedly due to natural disasters would not become ghosts, and their souls could be reincarnated smoothly, but after she died, she unexpectedly met a monk.

Inside the room, Yao Dan narrated: "That monk is my master, he refined me into a ghost, and put restrictions on my body."

"Is your master good?" Tang Xin asked.

Yao Dan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Master can fly, so he should be similar to Shangxian you."

Hearing this, Tang Xin heaved a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a foundation-building ghost cultivator.

And just as she relaxed, Yao Dan said again: "There is a huge organization behind the master. As far as I know, there are many people like him in that organization, and they all have their own ghosts, which are distributed in many countries to collect for them. Wrong souls are terrible, and above these people, there are even more powerful monks, but I have never seen them before."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Xin was completely surprised. Even the handsome duck at the side was pensive, pointing his chin with the tip of his wings in doubt:

"Isn't the ghost cultivator long gone? Why are there still? And there are so many?"

After contemplating for a while, it couldn't help raising its head and looked at the ceiling of the house.

Unlimited sect?

Inside the house, Yao Dan told everything he knew. Lin Xiaolu and Xiao Yu'er were both big-hearted and didn't respond, but Tang Xin became more and more frightened as she listened. Are you telling the truth.

If what the female ghost said was indeed the truth, then with so many ghost cultivators appearing at once, Shenzhou might... be in trouble.

"Little Lu, Xiao Yu'er, let's go back to Emei."

Tang Xin didn't hesitate at all, and was about to leave immediately. Lin Xiaolu naturally had no objection, and got up lazily. As soon as they walked out of the inn, they saw a huge dark cloud, which enveloped the entire building at some point. Kun City.

At this moment, there is no sunshine in Kuncheng, the sun is covered by dark clouds, the cold wind is bleak, Yao Dan, the female ghost in red, trembles in fright.

And there was no one in the surrounding streets, the whole city seemed to be empty, and Kun City directly became an empty city.

Lin Xiaolu knew that this was the same ghost space as yesterday.

At this time, in the dark clouds in the sky, countless figures of monks could be vaguely seen. Lin Xiaolu glanced quietly, and then looked at the shivering Yao Dan:

"This is your master?"

Yao Dan nodded in horror, his terrifying face was full of horror.

As the wind whistled, the handsome duck at the side stood with his feathers folded, looked at the figure hiding in the dark clouds and said:

"Spiritual method—Yin Moling, it seems that it is indeed a ghost cultivator. My dear, even this duck, this is the first time I have seen a ghost cultivator in an ancient book in reality."

After he sighed, he looked at Lin Xiaolu:

"Boss, this yin demon spirit covers the whole city. With such a large area, it seems that there are alchemy cultivators among the ghost cultivators who came this time. How about we pretend to be dead together?"

Lin Xiaolu pouted at Shuai Shuai Ya: "Hey!"

At this moment, Tang Xin was anxiously trying to contact the sect, but she couldn't get in touch at all. Just like in Dayue back then, her spiritual power was completely blocked by the black clouds in the sky.

Lin Xiaolu glanced at her, then said with a smile: "Don't waste your time, Rakshasa hag, go hide in the inn and leave it to me."

"Brother, I'll be with you." Xiao Yu'er said enthusiastically.

Lin Xiaolu thought for a while, then nodded, and told Xiao Yuer:

"Don't be brave, if you encounter someone who is difficult to deal with, run immediately, you know?"

"Yeah, Xiao Yu'er will definitely not be brave."

In the arena, Tang Xin, who was only capable of building a foundation, knew that he couldn't help, so he went back to the inn with Shuai Shuai Duck in his arms, and looked nervously at the backs of the two brothers and sisters.

At the same time, the black clouds in the sky had condensed into a solid body, and not long after, the brothers and sisters saw several monks descending from the sky.

Lin Xiaolu glanced roughly, there were about 30 people.

He has no spiritual power and cannot see the cultivation of these people, so he asked his sister:

"Are there many alchemy realms?"

"It's okay, there are three."

Xiao Yu'er was a little depressed and said: "Brother, I can only deal with two pills at most."

"That's enough, leave the rest to me, start your hands later, you try to lead them to the ground as much as possible, otherwise I'll use the Youzhou lock to pull them down one by one, it's too slow." Lin Xiaolu thought.

"Oh, good bro."

The brothers and sisters were muttering and discussing, and these monks had already appeared in front of them one after another.

All of them wore pitch-black masks, making it difficult to see their faces clearly. They stood in a row of blackness. Under the dark clouds and in the empty city, they gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Lin Xiaolu glanced at them, and then said curiously:

"Are you ghost cultivators?"

The monks in front of them didn't respond, but a ghost slowly formed around each monk.

There are all kinds of ghosts, there are hanged ghosts with extremely long tongues, drowned ghosts covered in water, and headless ghosts with their heads separated. For a while, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and the brothers and sisters were stunned.

"Brother, these ghosts are so scary." Xiao Yu'er said with some fear.

"It's okay, sister, you don't have to be afraid of anything if you have brother to accompany you."

Lin Xiaolu was full of confidence. He saw that the monks were silent, so he stopped talking nonsense to them. After jumping on the spot twice, he raised his hand and stretched out in mid-air to the right, holding the Dageng bronze vessel in the Mithril space.

"Since they don't speak, let's fight directly!"

"Ok!"

The two brothers and sisters had a tacit understanding, and they rushed out at the same time without saying a word of nonsense, and the ghosts on the opposite side also roared and swooped in, their roars were loud!

……

……

At the same time, in a majestic but slightly desolate huge khaki-colored building, Shangguan Sheng, who was wearing a black robe, was gently looking at a group of blond, blue-eyed, and pale-skinned people kneeling on the ground in front of him.

Behind him, there is a big fat magic chef wearing an apron holding a kitchen knife and spatula, there is also a red face painted, a mysterious ghost book, and the short, hot-tempered eldest daughter Shangguan Hamigua.

In addition to these three people, there were countless monks standing behind him, all of whom were members of his Shangguan family.

"Tell me about you, where is it not good to go, do you have to go to Shenzhou? Is this a place where people like you can go?"

Shangguan Sheng looked at these frightened and kneeling monks with a smile, and whispered to them with his spiritual sense:

"Have you figured it out? Should I sign the Soul Devouring Contract and become a slave of my Shangguan family, or die?"

Shangguan Sheng raised a hand, pointing at a person's forehead:

"Answer me, sign, or die?"

The blond man who was pointed between his eyebrows was startled, and after a while, he tremblingly responded with his spiritual sense:

"I"

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse twitched slightly before falling to the ground with a "plop".

"My Patriarch asked you whether to sign or die, but you actually answered something else, who do you look down upon?"

Shangguan Sheng walked up to the other person with a smile on his face, raised his hand as well, and pointed gently at his head:

"What about you? Sign or die?"

Part Three——The Mirage of the Yellow Sky (End)

Chapter [-] - Beacon of China