Rebirth of Heavenly Reward

The barren tomb spontaneously ignited without fire, and the scorching breath rolled into the inner space from all directions. Liang Jin and Qing Shuang looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of surprise and helplessness in each other's eyes.This level of flame and heat can't hurt them, but they are puzzled by Lishan's appearance.

Why are there so many resentful ghosts here, and why are they unable to notice the slightest difference during the day?Otherwise, they would never agree to stay overnight in Lishan, but after a while, the whole Lishan showed its original appearance, which surprised them very much.

"What's going on, I'm afraid we still need to ask the old grieving ghost."

Liang Jin sighed softly and said rather helplessly.

The fire became more and more intense, and the crackling sound of the burning dead wood and ruins made a strange and frightening sound in the empty and silent night.There are gusts of gloomy wind all around, whistling and whistling, and the flames wrapped around it are burning more and more vigorously.

"The village chief...there is no movement at the moment, they...should not survive..."

Uncle He stared blankly at the bright fire in front of him, and opened and closed his gray lips, uttering stiff words.The eyes of the old man who stood in front of the group of grieving ghosts shone with a faint green light, which flickered on and off, and danced slowly with the flame not far away.

"These outsiders are the most treacherous. Don't lie about whether they are alive or dead until the fire is burnt out."

The flames were raging, and the barren tomb was crumbling and about to collapse.The grieving ghosts surrounding the barren tomb looked at each other, and the calm atmosphere was a little loose.

But at this moment, a ray of sword light shines from the barren tomb, instantly splitting the trapped formation and raging fire in half. The sword light passes through the border, bringing with it a whistling gust of wind. A gust of wind lifted it away.

The village head looked solemn, but he didn't panic because of this, and shouted:

"Don't panic, retreat!"

He took two steps back, and before he could go any further, a long sword pierced through the air, and a ray of pure Qi lingered on the sword, passing through his body, although it did not leave any wounds and traces, but that ray of true energy burned his soul, making his face turn pale, and he let out a painful moan.

Before Liang Jin and Qing Shuang showed up, just two flying swords made all the ghosts panic. For a while, the scene was extremely chaotic.

When Uncle He saw that the village chief was injured, his stiff face finally changed a little. Seeing the flying sword come again, with a bright white light trailing from the tail of the sword, it went straight towards the village chief.The sword light was so powerful that grieving ghosts like them would probably disperse at the touch of it!

With a sudden roar, he rushed to the village head without hesitation, trying to block the incoming sword.

The sword energy was coming, and it was about to pierce Uncle He's head. There was no happiness or sadness on Uncle He's face, and there seemed to be a half-disintegration hidden in his empty expression.

But just when Jian Guang was about to touch Uncle He's face, the flying sword suddenly turned and leaped into the sky. Liang Jin, like the wind, grabbed the flying sword with one hand, jumped over Uncle He who was blocking the way, and rushed straight to the village chief!The change came so suddenly that Uncle He didn't have time to deal with it, so he could only watch helplessly as Liang Jin rushed to the village head and captured him!

Liang Jin is a Taoist cultivator, and it is easy to capture demons and ghosts. What's more, the grieving ghosts in this ghost village are all transformed by the grieving spirits after the death of ordinary mortals. , is really easy.

Liang Jin grabbed the village chief by the throat, and put the point of the sword in front of his face. If he dared to resist, she would not soften her heart, and she would immediately knock him out of his wits!

"Xiao Jin, wait a moment."

Qingshuang's voice sounded behind her, and Liang Jin's sword-holding hand did not tremble, she grabbed the village chief, and returned to Qingshuang's side amidst the startled and fearful eyes of all the resentful ghosts.

Liangjin held the village head in his hand, and Qingshuang's cold eyes scanned the many grieving ghosts present, and finally landed on the ghost in Liangjin's hands. After pondering for a moment, he asked softly:

"The two of us have no grievances or enmities with you, why do you and other evil spirits entrap us like this?"

The village chief hadn't said a word yet, but the resentful ghost called Uncle He pounced on him, and Qingshuang swung his sword, pointing the blade at his chest, and he stopped in his tracks, with despair and pain in his empty eyes, staring at the cold with scarlet eyes. The two of Jin gritted their teeth and said:

"You and other outsiders stir up wind and rain in the world of Zifu, and lay down millions of corpses for the sake of lust. A hundred years ago, Lishan was originally a pure land, but because of the so-called Taoist cultivators from outsiders who were greedy for the treasure of Lishan, it was overthrown in one day. , not a single blade of grass will grow!"

Liang Jin and Qing Shuang looked at each other, and both of them were surprised. A hundred years ago, it happened to coincide with the time when Zishan Secret Realm appeared in Zhongzhou for the first time.Liang Jin's eyes moved slightly, she tilted her sword slightly, and asked with empty eyes:

"How can you be sure that the two of us are from outside this world?"

Hearing this, Uncle He sneered:

"Wancheng was turned into scorched earth a hundred years ago, but you guys say you want to go to the city, it's really ridiculous!"

The eyes of the two of Liangjin are fixed, but it turns out that they have fallen into the sight of these resentful ghosts since they entered the village. The first thing Uncle He said to them was to lure them into a trap!

Qingshuang shook her head helplessly, she never thought of it, it was such a reason, she and Liangjin didn't know anything about Shucheng, so they couldn't deal with it, what a pity.

But for such an innocent disaster, Liang Jin will not swallow her anger, even if these resentful ghosts have deep resentment in their hearts, it should not be an excuse for them to wantonly harm others.

Liang Jin snorted coldly, and with a wave of her sleeve, the flying sword automatically hung in the air, and the sword light spread, surrounding the barren tomb, covering all the grieving ghosts present.She held the village chief in one hand, and pointed to the panicked ghosts with the other, and said coldly:

"The two of us were passing by, but you took the initiative to commit crimes. The enmity of our predecessors has been borne by people who have nothing to do with me. This kind of black and white is reversed. You are not a good thing. In the past hundred years, I don't know how many passers-by have suffered from you. You were deceived, and you were in vain! I don’t care what grievances you have with your predecessors. If you don’t explain the reasons for what happened today, I will slaughter the village again! See if you run faster, or the sword in my hand is faster! "

Qing Shuang's eyes swept across the cool brocade, and she didn't make a sound to stop them. They had suffered an indiscriminate disaster today, and they just passed by here.

The old man held by Liang Jin seemed to have aged ten years again overnight. With a long sigh, he stretched out his hand to stop Uncle He, who was going to fight Liang Jin and come forward to save the village chief, with a dejected look on his face. Opening:

"It was we who overestimated our abilities and provoked the two of you. It was indeed our own fault. The grievances and hatreds of the past century have blinded our minds, but all this happened because of me. It was my incomprehension that offended the two masters." , has nothing to do with the people in my village, the two of you don't implicate them..."

Qingshuang walked up to Liangjin, beckoning her not to be impatient, and then looked at the village chief:

"If the old man and the people in your village stop acting rashly and tell the reason of the past, the two of us will not do evil here."

The village chief complied and gave up struggling.Liangjin and Qingshuang are so powerful that they can't resist at all. Liangjin threatens to massacre the village. Although there are no living people in the village now, the grieving ghosts in these episodes were all villagers in the past. Liangjin will go down with a sword , They will all be scattered, and there will be no day of reincarnation.

His hatred was born because of the destruction of Lishan, and Liangjin was coerced by the villagers of Lishan, which hit his weakness, so he had to compromise for this.

There was silence outside the barren grave, and the old voice of Village Chief Wei sounded slowly:

"A hundred years ago, Lishan was what you saw in the daytime. One day, there was a strange light in the sky. Some people said that a 'monk' came from outside the sky and called the world of Zifu as the secret place of Zishan. He heard that Lishan had Lingquan, I came here specially to look for it, we didn't know his true face, so we warmly invited him, entertained him warmly, and led him to meet the mountain god of Lishan."

"Unexpectedly, when he saw the spiritual spring at the mountain god, he immediately revealed his true colors. He fought violently and wanted to grab the spiritual spring. The spiritual spring is the foundation of the birth of Lishan. We, the people of Lishan, are all born of the spiritual spring. If the spiritual spring Falling into the hands of outsiders, Lishan will perish. The mountain god fought with him, was seriously injured, and fled in defeat. He hid the Lingquan in Lishan. He dug three inches of the ground and killed anyone he saw. Residents, all slaughtered!"

The village chief had a sad look on his face. If he hadn't lost his body, he might have shed two lines of tears.

"In the end, the mountain god went back and turned into a spring, and was captured by his people. Only then did the Lishan Lingquan be preserved, but none of the people in Lishan survived, from centenarians to newborn babies. One escaped!"

"We have been wronged to the extreme, and our hatred is overwhelming. The souls have gathered here and have not dispersed for a hundred years! However, we have no power to revenge. I am afraid that even if we meet him again, we will not be able to escape the disaster of destruction."

The village chief sighed deeply. He thought that it would not be difficult to keep Liangjin and the two of them here with the assistance of the difficult formation and the mountain fire spread by the mountain god, but the fact forced him to admit that no matter how hard they struggled, they would not be able to survive in these circumstances. In the eyes of outsiders, they are still ants.

Qingshuang pondered for a moment, and then asked out the doubts in her heart:

"Lishan's spiritual energy is flourishing during the day, and the two of us haven't noticed anything unusual. Why?"

"This is the merit of the Lingquan. We, the people of Lishan, are all conceived and born from the Lingquan. The spirit of the Lingquan is full of life, and it diffuses between the heaven and the earth. It can make us temporarily return to the human body during the day, including the scenery of Lishan. , also restored to the original. But the Lingquan was damaged a hundred years ago, and it can only retain nine hours a day. When the aura dissipates in the middle of the night, everything will return to nothingness."

Those eyes full of pain revealed exhaustion and despair that could not be concealed. He raised his head and looked at Liang Jin and Qing Shuang, his eyes were full of determination:

"Even if you kill all of us today, I will not reveal the location of the spiritual spring. You are absolutely desperate."

Liang Jin lowered her head and thought for a long time. She glanced at Qingshuang, then glanced at the ghosts in front of her, imagining the dispute over the Lingquan a hundred years ago in her mind, and suddenly her heart moved, and she asked:

"Who is the foreign monk who destroyed Lishan, do you remember?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the village chief's old face suddenly twisted, and his eyes burst out with resentment and murderous intent, and he replied word by word:

"I will never forget this person's name and surname! His name is Fen! Yun! Crane!"