So What If You've Been Reborn?

Baigumen.

Just by the name, you can tell that this magic school's skills are not normal, and even the location of the station is very strange.

Lushui County, Yuzhou, is close to a tributary of the Yellow River. The most famous one is a large reed marsh beside the river bend outside the town. There have always been legends about ghosts and ghosts.

At night, the river beach is quiet, not even a single person.

This is the place where the yin energy of the earth veins gathers.

I don't know from which dynasty or generation, the vicinity of the river bend has become a mass grave.

Those who died young, those who fell ill, those who died in vain while traveling in foreign lands, and the poor civilians were all buried here.During New Years and festivals, no one will come to set up bowls of rice and stick incense sticks. In the dark night, the earthen buns and ghostly will-o'-the-wisps look very intrusive.

This mass grave is quite strange, and wild dogs have never been seen picking up corpses.

Some people once saw profit, murdered a merchant passing by for the night, and dumped the body on the river beach overnight.Unexpectedly, ten days and a half months later, the case broke out. The government went to the mass grave to investigate, untied the sack and straw mat, and found that the corpse was not rotten at all, which can be described as weird.

There are even slaves and maidservants who were murdered by some wealthy families and were buried hastily. When you look at them after a few days, you will find that the original inconspicuous wounds stand out, which is extremely shocking.

In Lushui County, there are more or less cases where husbands beat their wives to death and claimed to have died of violence, and poisoned their children and claimed to have died of drowning.

After coming and going, no one dared to throw the corpse casually on this mass grave anymore. It would be better to run a longer distance and throw it into the reed marsh than this bright evidence.Some people even wanted to question whether the deceased had any grievances, so they strongly demanded to be buried on this river beach, and then moved to the clan cemetery for burial after being dug out and inspected.

This unique custom in Lushui County makes every Lushui Ling who has read the county annals feel his scalp tingling.

After all, the explanation is that the mass graves on the riverbank are too cloudy. Even in the hot summer, there is a biting cool wind blowing leisurely. Although the buried corpses will not rot in three months, they will be normal after this period Yes, although there are many rumors about ghosts and ghosts, there is no such thing as a ghost cannibalism.

The power should be that the world is so big, there are no surprises, there are always visions in the eyes of Fengshui, and the people are ignorant and fearful.

In fact, this mass burial mound is lined with ghost gate formations, and it is also the resident of the main altar of the Baigumen.

Although I can't compliment the taste of these demon cultivators, ordinary monks will change their faces when they come to this ghostly place.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the sound of water is faint.

Silently, several figures came up on the reeds, all of them stepped on the reeds, not surprised at all, with their sleeves fluttering, and they walked like flying.There are many black shadows in the depths of the reeds, all moving forward, and the moonlight occasionally reflects the cold light of weapons.

Chen He was also among them.

——No matter where Shi Feng went, how could he leave him behind.

Slightly tightening the black cloak wrapped around him, Chen He looked around coldly.

He was mixed in with the Demon Cultivator, and some fools were unwilling to openly make an enemy of Venerable Guiming, and he was very willing to hide his body.Demon cultivators are very cautious, those who bring puppets and apprentices, in short, never get too close to strangers, Chen He is not conspicuous at all.

There was a strange smell in the air.

This is the habit of people in the magic way to play sneak attacks, covering their heads and covering their faces, how to distinguish the enemy from ourselves?

Temporarily take some strong-smelling medicinal powder and apply it on the skirt of the clothes. It is not poison anyway.

It's just that when everyone sniffed it, they always felt like the shaving oil sold in the powder shop in the town.

Smearing women's hair oil on a collar feels like—how should I put it?

After returning silently, all the people whose clothes had to be burned stopped in unison. At the end of the reeds were the mass graves and ghost gates. In the eyes of the monks, the thick yin was still and immobile, which was quite spectacular.

This is the main rudder of Baigumen.

Shi Feng decided to take this place down before Venerable Gui Ming made a move.

For most low-level demon cultivators, good and evil, right and wrong, have no meaning, and it doesn't make much difference which demon they are loyal to.Sometimes what His Holiness needs is not their loyalty, but fear.

In the quiet night, the sound of all the ritual instruments being sacrificed was extremely ear-piercing.

Shi Feng stared at Chen He from the corner of his eye, and found that Chen He in the crowd was very calm.

There was a thunderous bang, which opened the prelude to the bloody battle tonight. The formation was attacked, and there was a sharp howl of ghosts and wolves from the Yin Qi, and the demon cultivators scattered in all directions, using their magic weapons.

The Demon Cultivators, who turned their backs on the Bone Gate, became the vanguard of attacking the formation. Where their magic weapons landed, arcs of different brilliant colors would flash across one after another, touching the defensive formation formed by ghosts, like a grand fireworks.

Chen Ho was not in a hurry to act, and the puppets around him were doing all the hard work.

Also watching quietly were the demon cultivators who were stepping on the reed poles in the void-the demon cultivators who had not yet transformed into gods came to join Shi Feng, and these Nascent Soul stage demon cultivators were already nothing.

The White Bone Gate has been torn apart, and a group of masters died in Shi Feng's hands years ago.

However, centipedes are dead but not stiff, so keeping them is a disaster.

Chen He slowly took out the green and black bow from the storage bag. At this time, many disciples of the Bone Bone Sect came out from inside the formation to resist, some were terrified, and some were furious and yelled and cursed.

His gaze fell on the gloomy-looking elder of the Baigumen at the end, and Chen He unhurriedly drew his bow.

——The essence, qi, and spirit of a cultivator all reveal their own cultivation.

The fingers were steady, and the belief was firm. Before the arrow was released, the aura infused was like water slowly filling a teacup. It was even but not overflowing. The fluctuation of the true essence was not obvious. Except for Shi Feng, no one noticed Chen He.

With full strength, it seems that the water protruding from the rim of the cup is perfectly frozen like this, and there will be no such effect if there is more or less.

The sharp screams were endless, and the ghost formation was very difficult to deal with. The demon cultivators brought by Shi Feng did not work hard, and they couldn't beat it for a while.

Shi Feng frowned slightly, put one hand behind his back, and raised the other.

With a palm hanging in the air, he hit hard in the vortex of Yin Qi that was changing.

The gray-black Nirvana True Essence was swallowed by the ghost guarding the formation, and after a while there was a scream, and a gap was blasted in the formation.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't have time to take the opportunity to open the gap.

I saw a stream of light rushing towards, the speed was incredible, as if Shi Feng's blow opened the way for it, the bright rainbow flashed, it had already brushed the hair ends of the disciples of the Baigumen, and was firmly nailed to the Baigumen who turned around and wanted to escape The heart of the elders.

The elder's skill was so strong that he didn't die for a while, he struggled and turned around.

Everyone took a step back subconsciously, as if they were afraid of a second cold arrow.

The elder stood at the back all the time, seeing that the formation was broken, his first reaction was to take the opportunity to escape, but unexpectedly he was the first to be injured.All the disciples of the Baigumen followed the arrow and saw clearly, the elders wanted to run away, so why did they fight?

The crowd dispersed in a hurry, and the formation collapsed in an instant.

The demon cultivators, who smelled like shaving oil, realized that the overall situation had been settled, so they didn't delay any longer, and simply chased down these Baigumen people with all their strength.

He looked around secretly, trying to find out who was shooting arrows here.

Chen He let go of the bowstring, turned his arms naturally, and covered Kui's bow under the cloak.When he stretched out his hand again, he had already put the bow into the storage bag.

Even the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators who were standing vainly while stepping on the reeds didn't notice.

Shi Feng showed a vague smile, and quickly restrained himself:

"Whoever descends will not kill."

"Yes." This time the response was obviously much neater than before.

Tens of thousands of rumors are far worse than seeing it with one's own eyes.

They had all heard of the prestige of the Gorefiend and knew Shi Feng's strength, but none of this was as effective as the ghost formation that destroyed the Bone Gate as a barrier just now.

This made them truly feel that Venerable Guiming is nothing special - although this is also a mistake, how many of these people have actually seen Venerable Guiming?People always blindly believe what they see and what they master, as long as it is not in this range, they will always be ignored by them.

Cultivators are also human beings.

They also have this problem.

The sound of fighting intensified in an instant, and the mud was flying. The main rudder of the Baigumen was a tomb with a remnant stele. The bruised and purple claws, and the hard body that is difficult for weapons to penetrate, blocked the doorway and passage to death in one fell swoop.

"Bah, I know how to play tricks with these things."

The demon cultivators sneered, and suddenly felt that the strong fragrance of shaving oil on themselves and their companions was very good.

"Ahem, hold your breath!"

Brutely and strenuously knocking down a large group of zombies, the passage was finally cleared.

Chen Ho followed the crowd and walked in.

Step past the lying corpses—some fresh and bloody, some long dead.

Chen He's face didn't change at all, the fragments of the small world have been fighting for 40 years, what haven't you seen?Death is not something to fear, but not being able to die is.

All the way down the corridor, the traps have been cleared by the demon cultivators in front, and the zombies that get up from time to time are trampled down by the puppets around Chen He.

Here and there are knocked over things, discarded ghostly bells.

Some demon cultivators were so violent that they ignored the order not to kill those who surrendered, and the bloody smell was extremely strong.

When he came to the open hall, Chen He immediately saw the elder who was shot by the arrow standing on a stone wall carved with a unicorn in cold sweat, shouting something fiercely.

Since it is a tomb, of course there are mechanisms for self-destructing and collapsing. It is easy to bury a mortal alive, but it is difficult to trap a monk.

Everyone stopped cautiously.

"I...I am willing to serve the blood demon, stop!" The elder panted desperately.

Chen He glanced at him boredly, then turned around and began to ponder over the location of the drug store here. There were also many people running around looking for good things with the intention of taking advantage of the situation.

As he turned a corner, a familiar hand pulled him into the empty room next to him.

"Brother?"

"You don't need to look for it." Shi Feng stuffed three blood ginsengs to Chen He, obviously he had already visited the medicine store.

"The aim of the projectile is good, and the target is well chosen." Shi Feng decided to play his duty as a senior, and praised and affirmed his senior.

If it weren't for Chen He's arrow, no one would have noticed that the elders of the Baigumen were about to run away.

"I aimed at his chest." Chen He lowered his head and said weakly, "As a result, he turned around and ran..."

"..."

Shi Feng's hand that was about to touch Chen He's forehead stopped.

After a long while, he pointed to the blood ginseng as if nothing had happened and said, "Cut it into slices, don't eat too much, I'll find someone to make you a elixir for other things."

Shi Feng left after giving instructions, Chen He silently put on the uncovered cloak again, and mixed into the magic cultivator again.