When Long Aotian becomes a heartthrob

"hungry……"

"I'm so hungry..."

Countless hungry ghosts stood up staggeringly, so thin that they seemed to fall into a pile of broken bones if they accidentally fell.The sound of their chanting stopped, but for some reason, the blue hazy light on these hungry ghosts did not dissipate. The breath on their bodies was drawn and merged into the black stone made of blood clots. The color of the blood stone seemed to change. Bright.

The Holy Yin Temple turned into a shadow and hid in the dark cliff, a voice came from inside: "You can't stop me anymore, these people have all turned into hungry ghosts..."

Bu Lian's eyes were as clear as water, clear and calm. His spiritual sense captured the breath of the Holy Yin Temple Master, and launched an attack before the Holy Yin Temple Master made a sound. Dozens of white sword lights shot out. After a burst of white light, the gravel jumped, A pothole was punched out of the black cliff.

The shadow of the Holy Yin Temple Master quickly merged into the other black cliff, and continued to say what he said just now: "Next, these hungry ghosts will continuously inject energy into this holy blood stone until their energy is completely drained. ..."

Dozens of white sword lights flew over, more violently than before, chasing the aura of the Holy Yin Temple Lord lurking in the cliff, chasing all the way, drawing a deep ravine parallel to the black cliff.

The figure of Lord Shengyin was forced to jump out, Bu Lian's eyes shone, and the flying sword in his hand became larger in the void. The flying sword burst into a blazing white light, and he slashed down violently. He controlled the range of the flying sword to avoid damage. To mortals who look like hungry ghosts.

"Hmph, indecisive." Shengyin Temple Master rolled and was almost split in half by the flying sword. His body turned into a black shadow again, and jumped from the ground like a snake to the feet of densely packed hungry ghosts.

Bu Lian frowned slightly, if he launched an attack at this time, there would be no accident that he would hurt the weak mortals.

He stretched out his palm, and there was already a blue ribbon in his palm, he whispered softly: "Go."

The cyan ribbon released cyan light, which quickly enlarged in the void, extending for more than ten meters, like a cyan snake tracking the Holy Yin Monastery, walking through the crowd of hungry ghosts.

Seeing that Bu Lian would rather tie his hands and feet than hurt these mortals who have become hungry ghosts, he laughed and said, "You know that these mortals are the keys to open the door. If they don't die, wait until the Holy Blood Stone After absorbing enough energy, once the door is opened, not just a few thousand people will die... but hundreds of millions of people!"

Bu Lian shouted, "Shut up!"

The cyan ribbon he controlled was infected by Bu Lian's emotions, and the attack became fierce, drilling holes in the ground one after another, even accidentally injuring these mortals!

The master of Shengyin dodged the attack with difficulty. Although he was in the middle stage of the Zifu realm, his strength was not as good as Bulian who had not broken through the Zifu realm for a long time.

Bu Lian's defense was so perfect that he couldn't find the right time to attack, so he could only rely on his strange figure to hide and look for opportunities.

He was keenly aware of Bu Lian's emotional changes and his scruples, and deliberately disturbed Bu Lian's state of mind with words. He deliberately said: "For the sake of these thousand mortals who are no longer human, you must give up the other innocent people. Thousands of people!"

Bu Lian pursed her lips tightly, his mind, which was as clear as water, was disturbed, like a pool of water falling into a stone, there was fluctuation, he frowned and shouted sharply: "Shut up!"

boom!

A powerful sword intent was released from Bu Lian's body, and the white beam of anger pierced through the sky like a beam of anger, and suddenly the ground collapsed into a [-]-meter pothole, and hundreds of mortals who had turned into ghosts fell into it. Jian Guang crushed it into a meat paste!

Bu Lian's eyes suddenly turned red, his hands were trembling, and the first time he held a sword appeared in his mind...

He saw a pair of eyes, eyes like a bloodthirsty lone wolf...

He remembered dropping the weapon tremblingly...

In a trance, the face of that immature and weak eight-year-old child seemed to overlap with him...

Bu Lian closed her eyes in pain, her whole body trembling: "No..."

The voice of Shengyin Guanzhu was like a ghost, echoing in the empty cave: "You killed hundreds of mortals, what crime are these mortals? Hahaha... don't kill these mortals, have you seen that they are The energy from the blood is constantly being poured into the holy blood stone, when the gate will open, the lives will be devastated...but what crimes do those millions of mortals have?"

"Kill thousands to protect millions, or protect thousands and kill millions..."

"Have you thought it through?"

His voice kept echoing in the cave, layer upon layer, densely packed, entangled towards Bu Lian from all directions, and drilled into his ears.

Have you thought it through...

Have you thought it through...

Have you thought it through...

"Ah!" Bu Lian growled in pain.

Why...why does he always make such a choice!

The restless, chaotic, and wailing voices sounded again in his ears, and countless people's appeals and pain poured into Bu Lian's mind, causing his head to sting so painfully that he was about to burst.In a daze, he heard the pleas of those poor souls trapped in the realm of hungry ghosts——

Help me, I want to be free...

That being the case, I will bear all the sins...

Bu Lian numbly held up the floating flying sword in his hand. The flying sword kept getting bigger, bigger, and bigger in his palm. The dazzling white light drove away the dark ghosts in the entire cave. Dashan's giant sword cut down...

The burst of white light flooded his vision, Bu Lian trembled and closed his eyelids.

A lotus flower in his purple mansion swayed gently, quietly opened a leaf of petals, and released a wisp of fragrance.

After the white light disappeared, Bu Lian heard a shocked shout from the entrance of the cave. It was the voice of Taoist Guangming, asking——

"Bu Lian, what have you done!"

……

Ji Lingheng rushed straight down from Wenfeng, he was very anxious, it was already midnight, and he still needed two hours to get home.

Bu Lian is still in Wushi Town, Taoist Guangming should have gone there early in the morning, but Wuling City does not know if Master will send someone there again.

He jumped up, and under the moonlight, the five-meter-high golden roc appeared behind him. It fell from a mountain in an instant, leaving two huge potholes on the ground, and spider web-like traces spread out on the ground.

Finally, at twilight, Ji Lingheng's figure appeared in Wuling City.

A watchman passed the street beating his watch.

Ji Lingheng's figure hiding in the corner of the street quietly appeared. He covered his face with his robe, and silently appeared beside the watchman. He lowered his voice and asked, "Where is the Taoist temple in Wuling City?"

Asking the location of the Taoist temple from the watchman, Ji Lingheng disappeared again, and at the same time did not forget to erase the watchman's memory.

He did it extremely cautiously, worried that the people of the Holy Yin Cult would find his tracks, and he was not so arrogant as to swagger in places where the Holy Yin Cult had planted many people.

Wuling City is a large city with a population of hundreds of thousands, and with a little brainstorming, one can imagine that the Holy Yin Cult must be tightly controlled in this place!

After running for dozens of miles along the road, Ji Lingheng finally arrived at the location of the Taoist temple, which was not far from the city of Wuling.

From a distance, Ji Lingheng saw the Taoist temple.

The dark green light shines through the two screen windows on the side. In the vast night, it looks like two huge eyes, watching the passing pedestrians.A seven-storey building with upturned eaves and cyan tiles stands quietly on the horizon.Behind the seven-story tower, there is a dark night like ink.

Ji Lingheng did not advance rashly, but lurked in place, observing secretly.

Suddenly, with his keen hearing, he heard the movement from thousands of miles away, it was the sound of chaotic footsteps, and the sound of people yelling, it sounded like a group of people were coming from that direction.

"Hurry up, get to the Taoist temple before dawn!"

About half a stick of incense, the sky gradually turned from dark to dark, and it seemed to be getting brighter.

At this moment, a group of people came from the west. These people were wearing ordinary people's blue cloth gowns, their complexions were covered with a faint blue-black color, their eyes were sunken, and their bodies were thin.They lined up in a long line, which could not be seen at a glance.

The leader was a man in his twenties with a Taoist hair bun. There was a faint blue color between his brows, and a pair of eyes cautiously looked around.

The large black robe covered his figure. While walking, a corner of the robe showed a white pattern from time to time, which was the embroidered white spider!

There is no doubt that this is a monk of the Holy Yin Cult!

It seems that this young cultivator's cultivation is no more than the late stage of foundation establishment, similar to him.However, he is a god and demon who cultivates the body, he can be said to be invincible in the same realm, and it is easy to deal with such a cultivator!

Ji Lingheng didn't intend to get rid of that young monk.The most important purpose of this trip is to find his father, find out the general situation and strength of Shengyin Temple, and then find a way to eradicate the disaster!

Ji Lingheng spread out his palm, and a brown and round elixir appeared in the palm, exuding a bitter medicinal smell.

This is a transformation pill, which can help people change their appearance, but it can only be a simple change of appearance.If you want to truly become another person from the inside out without seeing any flaws, you must have a magic bullet or practice a magical power of transformation.

However, whether it is a panacea or a magical power involving change, it is extremely difficult to obtain.

Ji Lingheng restrained his breath and swallowed the transformation pill. His facial features twisted strangely, like a ball of mud that could be deformed at will.After a few breaths, Ji Lingheng had changed into another appearance, skinny, sunken cheeks, pale as dead, with hungry green flames dancing in his eyes, he looked just like the people in the team.

Very successful change.

Ji Lingheng planned to wait for the team to pass by him, and then quietly follow behind.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind.

"You have a Dao mark on your body, very similar to that young monk."

Ji Lingheng immediately recognized that it was Gu Jing's voice, knowing that it was the mirror reminding him.Mark... Ji Lingheng figured it out for a moment, and cold sweat dripped down his back.This is the mark of the holy yin cult, and anyone who kills the person of the holy yin cult will be planted with this mark!

This mark is invisible and cannot be removed. The people of the Holy Yin Cult have a special way to identify it!

If Ji Lingheng sneaked in rashly, he might be recognized by the people of the Holy Yin Cult and be in danger!

can't sneak in...

Ji Lingheng thought about countermeasures.

At this time, Gu Jing spoke again, understanding what Ji Lingheng was thinking: "I can help you remove the mark, and in return you will help me find my remaining fragments."

Ji Lingheng shook his head directly, and mercilessly rejected Gu Jing's request: "No, I'm too bad."

Finding the fragments of the psychic magic weapon of the ancient times, you don't need to think about how difficult it is. With Ji Lingheng's current strength and realm, it is simply a dream!

Even a terrifying person like Zi Yangxuan is bound to get the fragments of the psychic magic weapon, and after Ji Lingheng goes, he has to die.Besides, there must be more than one or two pieces of fragments, and Gu Jing only agreed to one request, which is too bad for him!

Ji Lingheng turned to think, why did Gu Jing ask him to look for the fragments?

One, it should be that Gu Jing's own activities are restricted, and he can't find the fragments on his own, so he has to rely on other people; two, there are many people who are stronger than him, and Gu Jing can find others. Running can run away at any time, it can only be said that there is something Gu Jing likes about him.

And the only thing Gu Jing can look up to is perhaps the Nine Changes Demon God Art he practiced and the senior Jinlong behind him.

Ji Lingheng thought quickly, and quickly sorted out the matter.

His eyes lit up, realizing that this was an opportunity.Gu Jing is far more mysterious than he imagined. He knows many things. He is an "immortal" who survived in ancient times. His relationship with Gu Jing should be cooperation and mutual help, not simply driven by Gu Jing.

Ji Lingheng figured it out and said to Gu Jing: "I can help you collect fragments, but correspondingly, you have to help me improve my strength. Only when I become stronger can I help you better."

Gu Jing was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

The ancient mirror flew out of the bracelet, suspended in front of Ji Lingheng, and densely packed blue silk threads quickly sprang out from the broken part of the ancient mirror. These silk threads spread and intertwined to form a circle, and then the blue silk threads melted, revealing the repaired ancient mirror .

The frame of the ancient mirror is silver-white in shape and pattern like a dancing flame, wrapping the bright and clean mirror surface, the size of the mirror surface is just enough to reflect a complete face.

Clearly reflected in the mirror is a pair of pupils that are as bright as water, peach blossom eyes with lying silkworms, and a beautiful face with two shallow dimples, which is exactly Ji Lingheng's original appearance!Rather than the face of the hungry ghost after the change.

If you look carefully, you can see your own spirit and bones from the mirror. This is a very strange and indescribable picture. Just by looking at this mirror, you can clearly know all the conditions of this person's body!

And on the back of Ji Lingheng's neck, there is a small black spider mark, which is a mark directly on the soul, which cannot be seen from the outside at all.

Under the illumination of the ancient mirror, the color of this mark faded away, like washed ink, and then disappeared.

From the restoration of the ancient mirror to the removal of the imprint, it took only a short time for the team to reach Ji Lingheng's location a hundred meters away. The ancient mirror returned to the storage bracelet and stopped making any noise.

When the team passed by, Ji Lingheng landed at the end of the team lightly like a feather, without making a sound.

The leading young monk didn't notice because of his low cultivation.

A moment later, the young monk led the team to the entrance of the Holy Yin Temple, and scanned the surroundings again under the tall building that was seven stories high.After confirming that there was no danger, he began to let everyone in one by one.

He acted cautiously, unaware that the greatest danger had crept into the ranks.

As the people in front entered and disappeared one by one, Ji Lingheng came to the gate.

There is a large plaque above the door, engraved with three large black and red characters of "Holy Yin Temple" on it, the handwriting is moist, and a drop of thick blood red slowly rolls down.

The young monk's eyes fell on Ji Lingheng, and he paused for a moment.

Seeing that the suspected drop of blood was about to drip onto his head, Ji Lingheng hurried in.

As if passing through a transparent film, a light flashed in front of Ji Lingheng's eyes, and Ji Lingheng had come to the bottom of a huge deep pit.He walked down the winding and steep stairs on the cliff, imitating the walk of the people in front of him and staggering down, while secretly observing the situation inside.

This is a crypt that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. There are clusters of dark green flames suspended at intervals. It is these flames that act as the light source under the ground, so that the crypt will not fall into complete darkness, but it will always float. With a strange breath.

Ji Lingheng saw a black thing that looked like a stone bed in the very center of the crypt. When his eyes fell on the top of the "stone bed" and saw the censer with an incense stick in it, he immediately knew it was a sacrificial offering. tower.

Thousands of coffins are arranged densely but orderly around the altar. These coffins surround the altar like stars and moons, and only divide a road in the middle.

In addition, there are thousands of simple houses scattered around, forming a village.

Ji Lingheng withdrew his gaze, he had already come to the ground, he did not act rashly, because there was still a demon cultivator here.

It was an old man exuding a heavy dead air. The skin on his face was loose, the corners of his mouth were drooping, and his eyelids were stretched. He looked like he was about to die at any moment.

But Ji Lingheng tensed up. He felt the terrifying pressure on this old man. He lowered his eyes and dared not look at him. He was afraid that the middle-aged man would see through the disguise in the next second!

Just because this old man is a Jindan Taoist!

As long as the old man keeps his eyes on him for a moment, he will find out his disguise without accident!After all, the difference in strength is too great, a difference of two big realms and seven small realms!

Ji Lingheng secretly called Gu Jing and said: "I need to completely restrain my breath, so that the old man will not see through my disguise!"

The old demon cultivator lifted his eyelids lightly, and swept all the way from the front of the line, Ji Lingheng's heart was raised in his throat.

Gu Jing's voice sounded in his mind: "Okay."

Ji Lingheng felt relieved, and he didn't dare to show it, feeling like he had narrowly escaped death.

The young monk walked up to the old man and said respectfully: "Master, I have brought the last group of people."

The old man who was called Master by the young monk nodded slightly, his voice was old, and he gasped every time he said a word: "Hey, there are still too few people..."

The young monk immediately half-kneeled on the ground, lowered his head and said: "Disciple Qi Xin is not good at doing things, and he is willing to be punished! After a few days, the disciple will definitely bring some more people!"

His back was straight, but his head was bowed deeply, with a submissive look.This appearance pleased the old man, made him look a little calmer, and the wrinkles on his face stretched a little.

"No need, these people are enough for sacrifice...cough...it's a pity...we couldn't get more people to be buried with us...let them live..."

The old man's tone was full of regret, and a vicious light flashed under his raised eyelids:

"I won't live long anyway..."

The old man sighed and said, "Unfortunately, my life is not long, and I can't see the gods come into the world with my own eyes... Hehe, but it is worth it for me to have millions of people buried with me..."

His dim eyes fell on Qi Xin: "Get up."

"Yes." Qi Xin didn't stand up immediately, but still half-knelt and said: "Master, this disciple will definitely look for ways to extend your life!"

His tone was sincere and firm, as if serving the old man as his own father, he stood up after speaking.

The old man laughed and said, "It's enough for you to have this thought."

Then, the old man restrained his smile and said seriously: "Let's start."

The old man turned around and walked to a coffin. The coffin weighing a thousand kilograms floated lightly in his hands and landed on the altar. The lid automatically fell to the side.The voice of the young monk Qi Xin spread out and echoed in the crypt: "Everyone come out and wait in line."

The young monk Qi Xin maintained order, and countless people came out of the dilapidated house. They were all skinny, with high cheekbones, gray-green skin, and green glints in their eyes.

"hungry……"

The men murmured.

People should not be mentioned, just because these "people" have all turned into hungry ghosts.

Under the maintenance of Qi Xin, more than 2 hungry ghosts lined up in ten long lines, which could not be seen at a glance.

Ji Lingheng's new team was assigned to the middle position, which happened to be in the middle of countless people, allowing him to take everyone's situation into his eyes. He looked at it secretly, while frowning slightly thinking about the situation. What the hell is going on with the new and the old.

At the front of the line, Qi Xin was holding a round spoon with a sharp edge and sticking it into the coffin.

Ji Lingheng's eyes widened bit by bit, and he asked in astonishment, what is he going to do?

Qi Xin made a gesture of scooping water with the spoon, and the spoon was taken out. Ji Lingheng's sensitive five senses allowed him to clearly see what was in the spoon——

A piece of rotten, soft, purple-red flesh, with yellow fluid in the spoon...

Ji Lingheng only felt a convulsion in his stomach, which made him almost vomit on the spot, and he used his strong control ability to forcibly control himself.The ear, which is comparable to the downwind ear, works again, absorbing sounds from all directions into the ear.

At the front of the newcomer team where he was, a person who was not so hungry as a ghost swallowed desperately:

"It's so fragrant, and there's soup... no, it's longevity water."

Ji Lingheng's stomach twitched again, the corners of his mouth twitched, his face was already stiff, and only a pair of eyeballs were left to search around.

Where is his father...

I've been here for so long, I don't know how many days I've been eating meat...

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like an hour and a half later, the people queuing in front became less and less, finally it was Ji Lingheng's turn!

The contents of the coffin had been divided, and Ji Lingheng breathed a sigh of relief, lamenting that he didn't have to pick up the meat with his hands.

Seeing that Qi Xin looked normal, he turned around and placed another coffin on the altar.

boom.

The coffin lid fell to the ground.

Qi Xin's spoon reached into the coffin, scooped out a spoonful of purple meat soaked in yellow liquid, and slightly parted the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that wasn't exactly a smile:

"You are lucky, you will be the first one, and I will scoop up some soup for you."

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