Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

The spiritual power fluctuations outside the mundane world are getting bigger and bigger, even the surrounding space is affected, and subtle cracks in the chaos are looming.

The young man trapped in the mist held a long sword to deal with the rushing ghosts, and there was a circle of obvious scorched marks on the ground beside him.

That is the trace left by the soul fire.

He looked a bit embarrassed, thin thin sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, his left arm was scratched by ghosts, dark red blood soaked that piece of clothing.

Suddenly - a hoarse roar sounded behind the boy.

Immediately after the sword light flashed, a layer of dust flew up from the ground, and the ferocious ghost fell to the ground whimpering.

Xiao Zhuo panted heavily and looked up at the sky full of layers of mist, and rarely cursed.

It was no accident that they were trapped in it this time. Someone must have deliberately designed it to prevent the two of them from entering the mortal world. After all, this ghostly place appeared just right.

Enduring the painful wound, he took a step back while watching the mist, leaving another mark on the previous ground.

The longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it will be. You can't use your spiritual sense to explore here. What you can perceive is only where you can see it. You can only find another way.

Fortunately, he still remembered the trace-seeking array demonstrated by his master earlier.

After a while, as the boy bent down to carve the last mark, a flash of spiritual light flashed through it.

Formation completed!

After getting up, Xiao Zhuo looked around to look for flaws. When he turned around, his movements suddenly paused, and there was some doubt in his eyes.

The surroundings are too quiet,? Since just now, the surrounding ghosts have gradually decreased, and now even the surrounding fog has become thinner.

Without thinking too much, Xiao Zhuo withdrew his thoughts and took advantage of the moment when he noticed the fluctuation in space, raised his sword and stabbed towards the air.

"Zheng-"

After the sound of the collision, the entire fog dissipated immediately, and the dead branches scattered on the ground also became - the loess and the breeze - blended into the ground.

Xiao Zhuo didn't stop, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and hurried towards Xinye Village.

He separated from his master, and now he is alone.

Chu Huan, who was trapped on the other side, was not in a good mood at this time.

Contrary to Xiao Zhuo, there are almost countless ghosts beside him, and under the cover of fog, there is no end in sight.

After he used Fen Yuan to casually split the space into a gap, the ghost aura in this place instantly became stronger...

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The black air hovered over the southern land, and it seemed to be spreading.

Tian Yanzong summoned all the sects to discuss in the main hall.

"In my opinion, the most important thing to do now is to seal the entire back mountain." The white-browed old man suggested.

"What the elder said makes sense, but now the back mountain is almost entirely occupied by the ghost clan. If you want to seal it, you can't just say it—your mouth can seal it."

After hearing this, the old man with white eyebrows raised his eyebrows, "Although the old man can't do it with his own strength, everyone here is not waiting for nothing. How can they be defeated when they go to the back mountain together?"

"The cultivation level of the ghost clan is unpredictable. If you want to go so recklessly, then go, we will not accompany you!" The strong man sitting beside the old man sneered.

"Okay, Xiu Heng." The headmaster looked at the strong man and stopped his words.

Then he looked at the crowd and said, "Ten thousand years ago when the ghost race was born, it took half the capable people in the comprehension world to completely seal it. Now that he can break through the seal, his cultivation level is not to be underestimated."

Although the meaning of the words was not clearly stated, others could hear that they were agreeing with the man's words.

The white-browed old man looked a little unhappy after hearing this, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that there was no controversy, everyone continued to discuss.

This time, the Tianyan Sect invited almost all the top sects in the cultivation world. Although there are often sect disputes among monks, it is obviously not the time to care about these things.

The ghost clan—everything is related to the world. If the first sect of Tianyanzong in the cultivation world is invaded by the ghost clan, then other sects will not be better off. These people will naturally have a distinction in their hearts.

It is also because the head of the sect is aware of this that he invites everyone to come here in Tianyanzong, and it is also because of this that the major sects agree to come here to discuss.

But at the same time as everyone was discussing, the ghost aura in the back mountain became stronger and stronger visible to the naked eye, almost breaking out.Seeing this, the disciples not far away rushed to the main peak to report the matter.

The person in the center of the magic circle who was absorbing the black energy looked particularly terrifying at this time, and after a while, a burst of weird laughter came out.

The system that was completely integrated with the ghost clan felt the vigorous power in the body, turned around and looked in the direction of the mortal world, and the cold eyes made people feel cold.

"Damn it." A weird voice spit out from the ghost clan's mouth.

Hou Shan's restraint on him has completely disappeared now, but because it's too early, he can't use this body to the extreme.

Due to the intervention of the Son of Heaven, he had to merge first to avoid further interference.He knows how much people with good luck are favored by heaven, so it would not be worthwhile if the plan was canceled because of his intrusion into the mortal world this time.

In just one cup of tea, the back mountain has changed from the original luxuriant and paradise-like appearance to a purgatory full of dead branches and rotten leaves wrapped in black air.

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The superficial peace of the mortal world has long been broken.

When Xiao Zhuo arrived at Xinye Village, the entrance of the village was extremely quiet, even the children who used to like to play around did not play outside the village.

There was a dead silence in the air.

The haystacks not far away were messed up by people, scattered grass clippings and wooden poles, and a few pieces of colored coarse cloth stained by soil clods lay beside it, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood stains or something else.

Xiao Zhuo frowned and took a closer look, his pupils constricted instantly, turned around and ran into the village.

There was a faint breath of ghosts on the haystack.

"anyone there?!"

No one responded to him. All the houses he saw on the road were empty, with crops scattered on the ground, wooden bowls that had been knocked off, and dilapidated corpses that made him unable to recognize who it was.

This time, he didn't even need to look carefully to see that it was done by the ghost clan.

Xiao Zhuo suppressed the panic in his heart, and strode towards the familiar direction in his memory.

The last time he came to the village with his master, he gave the old man a cornucopia that took a long time to refine. In addition to gathering wealth and luck, it can also prevent disasters. Although the distance it can protect is not far, it is effective extremely strong.

As long as the rest of the village is there to protect them, as long as they are...

The boy ran to the ancient willow tree in the center of the village, staggered and stopped. He could smell a bloody smell keenly. Unlike those on the road, the smell here was stronger.

"A Zhuo!" At this moment, a slightly old voice suddenly reached Xiao Zhuo's ear.

"A Zhuo is here!"

Xiao Zhuo looked for the sound, and saw the old woman with her head sticking out at a glance, and the people behind the old woman also looked over in surprise, they stayed within the range that the cornucopia could protect.

"Mother-in-law, so you're all right!" Xiao Zhuo's dull eyes lit up for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about the village chief, have you seen the village chief's grandfather?"

How could he have forgotten that even monks could not detect the aura inside the shelter of the cornucopia, so the villagers were fine, but he was thinking too much.

"The village chief..."

The old woman was a little speechless, she hesitated and looked at the boy waiting for her in front of her.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Xiao Zhuodun stayed where he was.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is Sunday, before twelve o'clock in the evening (I heard that this can motivate code words

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mingming sauce? 1 piece;

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