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Zhong Weiling was in a daze for a moment.

Just now, when he fished the little prostitute out of the bath, he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't expect that after a little tidying up, he was quite immortal.

The viewing platform was not far from the altar, perhaps because he sensed that Zhong Weiling was staring at him, Xie Zhiqin turned his head suddenly, bent his eyes and smiled slightly, clean and gentle.

"If you hadn't told me that he was ugly in advance, I would really think that this man wears a mask because he is too beautiful." This figure, this look, this temperament, are too deceiving, Zhong Weiling said Give the left and right protectors a candy.

However, why is he going to the altar for nothing?Could it be... Zhong Weiling turned his head and asked Feng Ji: "The person who opened this year's festival in Yundu is Xie Zhiqin, right?"

Zhong Weiling actually took the initiative to ask someone other than Suiming, which made Fengji very puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Weiling: "No, I just heard that he sealed the sword 17 years ago, so let him start. Is this appropriate?"

The immortal also frowned and said: "Since Master Xie has made an oath, he will never use a sword again in this life. If he violates it, he will be lost forever. Sect Master Feng let him go, it is really too much."

"Stop," Fengji said unhappily, "Who said I forced him to go, he volunteered on his own initiative."

Zhong Weiling was curious: "Why?"

"I'm not him, how do I know?" Feng Ji was shocked, "Why are you all against me?"

"Whoever can't get through with you, I just ask casually." A small trick in the original text, is it necessary for me to go with you for him.Zhong Weiling picked up the teacup and gently scraped off the lid.

"You..." Perhaps it was because Zhong Weiling's tone was too disdainful, and Fengji's mustache curled up angrily.

"What about me?" Zhong Weiling was puzzled.

"You're fine!" Fengji gritted his teeth for a long time without arguing with the pervert, until his teeth were almost shattered, before he forced out these three words.Thinking of the scene half a month ago, when the majestic Demon King came to Yundu with a valuable dowry and said he wanted to let Ximing invert the door, Feng Ji didn't want to say a word to Zhong Weiling anymore.

Zhong Weiling was stunned.

Master, you suddenly praised me so much, this seat is actually quite scared.

You know, in the original text, the relationship between the fairy and the devil broke down, and you almost killed me.

Zhong Weiling sighed and continued drinking tea.

The ceremony begins at noon.

When the sun reached mid-day, the entire altar was surrounded by prayer flags, and the silent runes on the stone pillars gradually lit up with golden light with the sound of drums.

Immediately afterwards, the clouds that had been floating high in the sky gradually turned black and rolled down, as if they could be touched by raising one's hand.

Zhong Weiling looked at the mutated celestial phenomenon, puzzled: "What happened?"

"The runes and prayer flags on the stone pillars are used to summon souls. At this moment, it should be the celestial phenomenon caused by the gathering of the residual consciousness of those who died in the Great War." Zuo Dharma said solemnly, "However, the Fairy Demon Ceremony has been held for so many years. , This is the first time this subordinate has seen such a degree of celestial change."

The right guardian said: "It should be that the spiritual power of the host of this festival is too strong, so it is like this."

The two exchanged one sentence with another, but Zhong Weiling's focus was not on the topic they were discussing at all: "The residual consciousness after death, isn't that a ghost?"

So, what is the whole thing on the top of my head a ghost? !

Zhong Weiling raised his head quietly, and swallowed dryly with a guilty conscience, it's just a ceremony, is it necessary to be so scary.

Guardian Zuo didn't pay attention to Zhong Weiling's abnormal reaction, but responded: "It can be said that, but it's not a complete ghost, it's a remnant body."

In the setting of this world, both immortals and demons belong to entities, but ghosts in the ghost world can be regarded as a kind of spiritual body that borrows external forces to transform into form.

Except for the innate cultivators and the heavenly demons, the rest of the immortal cultivators and demons are actually human beings, but they have taken different paths of cultivation.

The spiritual body left after the death of the two belongs to the category of the ghost world, but it is not a real ghost, but a loose ghost aura, because real ghosts need very special conditions to form, so the reason why the ghost world has always been The small number of people is a big reason for avoiding the world.

Of course, this is not what Zhong Weiling cares about, all he cares about is whether the things mixed in the black clouds above his head are ghosts, if so...

"Left and right protectors, you stay closer to this seat." Zhong Weiling forcibly concealed his trembling heart, and said seriously.

The guardians on the left and right looked at each other, although they didn't understand why, they each took half a step closer to Zhong Weiling.

Zhong Weiling breathed a sigh of relief.

His left and right protectors are the number one combat power of the demons besides himself, and it is still very good to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.

As the drumbeats became more and more dense, the black clouds rolled over the head more and more violently, and the wind blowing from the observation platform made some disciples who were slightly less cultivated tremble suddenly.

"Ada, do you feel that something is floating past us?"

"Don't talk about it, I feel it too. Could it really be a remnant spirit left over from the great war? It's too creepy!"

Just as Zhong Weiling recited a sentence silently, Fengji suddenly frowned and said coldly: "Quiet! As a disciple of Yundu, I will experience more in the future. Why are you so uncertain? Which elder's disciples are you? When the ceremony is over, all of you will go back to face the wall!"

As soon as the words fell, the two disciples kneeled down and admitted their mistakes.

Not to mention the two disciples, Feng Zhe's voice made Zhong Weiling tremble with fright.

At the same time, in the originally dark clouds, fragmentary sounds of sword clashes resounded faintly.

Zhong Weiling rubbed the back of his hand which was blown cold by the gloomy wind, feeling that the ghosts in the cloud were getting closer and closer to him, as if they were dancing on top of his head.He grabbed the sleeves of the left and right Dharma protectors with his left and right hands respectively, and pulled them closer to him.

Just when the black cloud was getting lower and lower, and was about to engulf the roof, a snow-white sword light broke through the cloud and fell, and the moment the huge spiritual power touched the ground of the altar, it shook away circles like water waves.The scattered spiritual power regrouped at the edge of the altar, and exploded in an instant, quickly spreading around, bringing a strong wind.

Zhong Weiling's robe was blown loudly, his eyes could only be squinted, and he couldn't open them at all.

Seeing this, Zuo Hufa immediately spread out his fan to protect Zhong Weiling from the wind.

Just when Zhong Weiling couldn't help complaining, the raging wind stopped instantly, the world became quiet, and even the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds in the black clouds disappeared.

On the altar, Xie Zhiqin, who was dressed in white, held the sword in his right hand, and between turning his wrist, he slashed out a sharp light blade with the sword ring.

The sword's edge cut through the gray cloudy air, and every step, every move was accompanied by a crisp silver bell.

The tricks are weird, but there is no murderous look in the moves, but there is a feeling of reassurance.

Zhong Weiling tightened his grip on the left and right guardians, but unknowingly loosened it, as if those things on his head were suddenly not so scary.

With one move, the dark clouds that were originally suppressed gradually dissipated, and the sky light squeezed out from the gaps in the clouds and sprinkled on the ground, as if after a reincarnation.

At the same time as the black cloud completely dissipated, the sword edge was sheathed, and the opening, which was less than a stick of incense, ended like this.

Xie Zhiqin hurriedly saluted and then stepped off the stage, seeing his anxious expression, it seemed that there was something urgent.

However, the sword dancing session, which was thought to be boring, was unexpectedly "exciting".

Zhong Weiling picked up the teacup, and was about to take a sip to suppress his shock when he heard a few arrogant murmurs coming from the front.

"Unexpectedly, Yundu is quite a deaf man. No wonder Dad often mentions him."

"So what if he is powerful, he is not deaf. By the way, he is not only deaf, but also ugly. Do you know? I heard people say that some time ago, he tried to cheat on the female demon of our sect, and was directly given by a beautiful woman." He scolded back, and didn't look in the mirror to see if he was worthy."

"Really? Which nun, I'm going to ask, how did you scold me back hahahahaha!"

"Don't laugh, keep your voice down, the head of Yundu is right behind."

"What about the future? Although the immortals and demons have not recovered from the battle that year, our demons are obviously stronger. I'm afraid they won't succeed?"

Generally, when one reaches a certain level of practice, one's hearing and eyesight will surpass that of ordinary people.

What the two people said in front of them, there is no trace of a word, they heard everything, their fists creaked, and they couldn't hold back for a moment, they just cursed out: "It's a fart! He doesn't like women at all... Eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a foot stepping on the back of the seat of the two people.

"Who the hell put his foot on my chair?" Te Huan, who was laughing just now, subconsciously cursed, but soon realized something was wrong.

The row behind them is the head and suzerain of both immortals and demons. This foot must not belong to the demon lord. After all, for him, except for that little bastard Xi Ming, no one else deserves to be in his eyes. He doesn't care about Xie Zhiqin either.

But if it wasn't the Demon Lord, the closest to him would be Yundu's head, Fengji. However, do the old man's legs have such long legs?Can you reach my grandpa's chair?Moreover, it doesn't matter if he hears it, since he is the young master of the Jade Blood Demon Sect, he can't do anything to him at all.

Thinking of this, the Young Sovereign became full of confidence in an instant, and turned his head with angry eyes, expecting to see a coquettish pouting beard, but unexpectedly, he met Zhong Weiling's sinister eyes.

"Are you from the Jade Blood Sect?" Zhong Weiling said coldly.

This time, the seats in the viewing platform were set up in steps. Zhong Weiling sat in the highest and most spacious row, and the two people sat in the row below them.

Master Zhong had long legs, and when he lifted his foot, he just stepped on the back of the seat for the two of them.

Cold sweat broke out on the young master's head, avoiding Zhong Weiling's gaze: "Yes, I, I am the son of the master of the Jade Blood Sect."

There are 72 demon clans in total, after a great battle, there are only 25 clans left, all of which are under the command of the Demon Lord Hall.

The Jade Blood Sect is one of the three major Demon Sects commanded by the Demon Lord Palace, but it is also the most arrogant one.

He was about to register himself, but was interrupted directly by Zhong Weiling.

"Didn't your father tell you that when you go out, your words and deeds represent your entire Jade Blood Sect?" Zhong Weiling suddenly stepped hard on the man's chair, and the man had no support and sat on his buttocks. on the ground.

For a moment, all the onlookers gasped.

There were faint exclamations from the crowd.

"The devil is indeed cruel and violent!"

"That's right, if that little disciple in Yundu really stepped in and became a Taoist couple with the Demon Lord, once the two quarreled, the Demon Lord might beat him to death."

"The flesh and blood are bloody and the skeleton is flying. It's too scary. The demons are really demons."

The person next to the young master of the Jade Blood Sect became more and more frightened as he heard it, he quickly knelt down and pleaded for the young master of the Jade Blood Sect: "Calm down the demon king, the young master didn't mean it, if you want to punish, punish me alone, I was the one who spoke rudely first! It has nothing to do with the young suzerain! You must not beat him to death!"

Zhong Weiling: "..."

This seat said, this seat just wanted to scare you, but accidentally, I didn't control the force, and suddenly crushed the chair, do you believe it?