I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

In the streets, buildings and houses built in imitation of human beings in the secular world, every household hangs white banners calling for souls, and the wind in the city is gusty, rolling up long strips of cloth and floating in the air.

There were mournful cries from the closed and dark windows.

Gu Peiyuan turned around subconsciously, and found that the city gate that had just been blasted out by them had been restored to its original state, and there was no sign of damage at all.

"Junior brother, the road is blocked..." Before he finished speaking, Fang Qinghong said in a low and short voice: "Look at the top of your head."

Gu Peiyuan raised her head, her pupils shrank slightly.

The underground ancient city, which had never seen the sun, actually taught people to see the bright stars and the bright moon.This is very similar to the writings of literati and poets, except that the quiet and beautiful time that Haihe Yanqing will have when it is in Qing Dynasty is placed in a dilapidated place full of cannibals and evil spirits, which has an indescribable sense of weirdness and disharmony.

She looked towards the city wall steeply, and found that those ghosts who were staring at them, although they still showed a look of coveting them, but for some reason, they restrained themselves and did not go forward.

At this time, a strange and melodious sound of silk and bamboo suddenly came from a distance.Not harsh, but with a tinge of mournful sorrow.

It's like an elderly mother, a beautiful lady in spring, across the distant time and space, or the distance between mountains and rivers, earnestly calling for lost wanderers and wanderers.

Fang Qinghong's heart couldn't help feeling apologetic and sour, as if he had become the one who was being waited for, his soul was drawn to convert, to respond to 'their' expectations.

At this moment, someone slapped his shoulders vigorously. Someone used a method similar to the Buddhist lion's roar, and whispered in his ear: "Three souls and seven souls, return to your position quickly!"

Fang Qinghong was enlightened, and instantly sobered up.

When he looked back, Gu Peiyuan's face turned pale, obviously worn out.

Even with the cultivation base of the Mahayana period, Master Gu was still affected at first, but as the successor of Fuxiqin, she was born proficient in rhythm, and soon realized that something was wrong.

Under the pressure to observe Fang Qinghong, seeing his pupils gradually losing focus, secretly thought something was wrong.At this point, if you lose consciousness, what might happen!

At the moment of danger, Gu Peiyuan exhausted her heart and blood, and finally turned the tide and kept the spiritual consciousness of the two of them.

And the ghosts who had been staring at them intently had already looked towards the end of the street.That's where the weird music came from.

Fang Qinghong and Gu Peiyuan felt as if they were facing a big enemy, the one holding the weapon held the weapon, and the one making the tactic, as if they were ready to go to war at any time.

There were endless cries and music, and the ghosts fell to their knees one after another, echoing with "ho, ho" from the depths of their throats.Accompanied by the louder and louder music playing, black shadows emerged from the horizon.

These black shadows were in strange shapes, and some of them were wearing sacrificial clothes. They chanted and danced around something.The outermost circle, and the leading ghosts, looked around and laughed strangely.

Almost none of them are normal-looking, and the stretched and distorted facial bones and limbs look extremely weird.There are also some ghosts with extremely long and narrow forelimbs. They crawl on the ground, crawling like spiders.

And the moment they noticed them, the sound of silk and bamboo, and the laughter of the parade stopped.

Countless scarlet pupils turned around in unison, staring at them.

"Human?" asked the first ghost.

"It's a living person." The second ghost said.

"Ah—what an abundance of yang energy."

The evil spirit that was guarded in the middle of the front team was huge in size, with a bloated and soft body like a lump of flesh, and a small human head with three pairs of eyes.

At that time, it closed its eyes and let out a comfortable sigh.

It has no legs, or in other words, the legs that grow on both sides of the insect's body, almost indistinguishable from whiskers, have degenerated, and have completely lost the function of walking.So, it was lifted up by sixteen evil spirits and lay down comfortably.

The human head that looked like a tumor was set off by the body. After opening its eyes, it showed a morbid excitement, and said with a flash of light: "As long as I eat them, I will be able to recover my yang!"

"No."

"No."

Ghosts in sacrificial attire on both sides said in unison.

A priest ghostly said: "Such pure and fragrant yang energy should be dedicated to the king."

"Dedicated to the king."

"Dedicated to the king."

Including the one kneeling by the side of the road, all the ghosts said in unison.

They kept echoing, with a strange inorganic texture in their tone.

Fang Qinghong paid special attention to their expressions, and suddenly found that: different from the vividness of desire just now, these ugly and rugged faces now only remained dull and numb, like puppets being manipulated.

The ugly giant worm was refuted, with a look of fear on his face, he quickly gave up his previous decision, and instead shouted in the direction where Fang Qinghong and Gu Peiyuan were: "Catch them!"

The battle is imminent.

The moment the group of ghosts rushed forward, the two moved.

Fang Qinghong took the lead and rushed to the front, the fighting character mantra and the former character mantra were activated almost in the blink of an eye, and with such vigor, the ghost who rushed to him first was sent flying.

The ghosts here are at least in the state of distraction and great perfection, and there are as many ghosts as a cow's hair. The ugly giant insect that is not good at walking just now has a Mahayana cultivation base!

And Fang Qinghong, who had just expended so much spiritual power to break through the door, was not affected at all, and still showed amazing combat power. Prompted by the mantra of fighting characters, he slapped the evil ghost with one palm.

The chaotic group in the dantian began to function like the previous yin and yang disks from the moment he joined the battle.The qi of yin and yang, and the power of life and death are constantly evolving and intertwined, and they differentiate themselves into an endless stream of spiritual power.

On the other hand, Gu Peiyuan, standing in the back, controls Fuxiqin to provide protection for the two while resisting the influence of silk and bamboo ghost music.

And, help Fang Qinghong beat out the few miscellaneous fish that occasionally slipped over.

Her advantage is not in attacking and fighting. All the points that Gu Peiyuan is good at are partial skills, which can be used as auxiliary skills when cooperating.

Although the two hadn't cooperated much before, they cooperated well at this time. This tacit understanding greatly helped the battle situation, but there were too many evil spirits on the opposite side.

After repelling the attack of the first wave of evil spirits, the spell jointly cast by the ghost priests was also completed.

Spots of scarlet flashed on the ground, intertwined and intertwined, trying to trap the two of them.

Fang Qinghong stomped his feet, and the totem patterns of Linzi Mantra and Group Mantra were derived from the soles of his feet, breaking all the mysterious formations of ghost priests.

And at the position where the mantra totem spread, one by one evil spirits were firmly bound by golden ropes protruding from the ground.

"Senior Sister!" The young man shouted in a low voice.

The faint heavenly sound of Fuxiqin is like flowing water, pouring out from between Gu Peiyuan's green onion fingers.

All the ghosts who heard the sound of the zither screamed and backed away step by step with their heads in their arms. As for those who were locked in place, they could only be forced to turn into a puff of green smoke under the attack of physical sound waves and be rescued.

The two couldn't help but look relieved.

it works.

As long as we continue to maintain this momentum, it is not impossible...

In the next second, his expression froze.

I saw that the ghosts that had just been dispersed by them gathered again, and some souls that had been split in half were directly divided into two, and all of them were resurrected.

"whee."

"Hee hee hee."

They crawled and flew close, saying: "Give up, here, we are immortal."

After the words fell, the tune of silk and bamboo ghost music suddenly became passionate.

Behind this nocturnal team are two rows of maids in charge of playing musical instruments.

Different from the evil ghosts in front of them who were astonishing in appearance and whose limbs from several races were spliced ​​together, this team of maids can be said to be very beautiful.The skin is crystal clear and can be broken by blowing bombs. She is wearing a flying bun and swaying with pearl hairpins inserted. She is as delicate as a porcelain figurine, but also as lifeless as a porcelain figurine.

With his eyes closed, he repeated a few simple blowing movements.

Fang Qinghong's complexion changed slightly, he could smell the faint scent of corpses, these maids are a branch of ghost cultivators - corpse cultivators!

Their origin can be traced back to the ancient prehistoric times, Hanba, the daughter of the Yellow Emperor.Since the beginning of the drought, there has been a way for corpses to be reborn to spiritual awareness, and then to cultivate and attain Taoism.

Different from ghosts and souls, which are pure yin things that have no yang energy to support them, the flesh shell belongs to yang, and the dead flesh shell breeds a new soul, that is, old yang gives birth to young yin, and it is a combination of yin and yang. The existence of human beings, and the corpse has entered the Tao, and the flesh shell is extremely strong, which is far more difficult to deal with than a simple ghost cultivator.

However, the number of corpse repairs is extremely rare, probably because the conditions for corpses to bloom in spring are too harsh, and it is rare for the outside world to see one in ten thousand years.And in the ghost city, there are so many hidden, and the state looks a bit wrong...

"On the seventh day of the seventh month, return to yang and return to yin." Complying with the tune, all the ghosts chanted in unison.

"My king will live forever, and a hundred ghosts will walk in the night."

Psalms like scriptures came to his ears from all directions, Fang Qinghong gritted his teeth to block his hearing.

"Bitter and crying, long-lasting hatred and long-lasting hatred."

"Let's sing and sing, and live forever."

This is a sacrificial activity, I don't know what is being sacrificed, and there is an unspeakable evil nature.

And the so-called Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts is just a title, in fact, it is far more than a hundred.Those maids alone are in the realm of Mahayana!

Is there any good in the evil song formulas played by twelve Mahayana corpse repair masters?

I saw the evil ghosts who were able to go back and forth with Fang and Gu just now, the strength in their bodies was rising steadily under the urging of the music, and even their spirit bodies began to swell and deform, and their appearance became more and more fierce.

"Why, are ghost cultivators from the five domains gathered here?"

Gu Peiyuan uttered two dry syllables from her throat. Looking at the unsightly scene in front of her, she finally couldn't laugh.

Fang Qinghong took a deep breath, he couldn't keep entangled, these things couldn't be finished at all.

...What is the origin of this ghost king?

Even if it has the cultivation base of a Sanxian with a mortal ceiling, the Infinite Ghost City is made too weird, right? !

How on earth is it possible to control so many powers and provide them with endless power?

Ghost cultivators do not have a flesh shell to rely on, and will be at a disadvantage due to incompleteness in the territory controlled by Gouchen Shangshen.

A ghost cultivator who has worked so hard to reach the late stage of transforming virtual reality can defeat ordinary human cultivators at the early stage of transforming virtual reality. Geniuses like them who rarely meet opponents in the same class usually don't pay attention to ghost cultivators at all.

Can……

Can they evolve quickly now? !This does not conform to the law of step-by-step cultivation!

Now ghost cultivators are surrounded in all directions, Fang Qinghong and Gu Peiyuan are imprisoned, if they want to escape, the only way is to break the city gate and return in vain.

Fang Qinghong looked around quickly, trying to find a relatively weak place within the encirclement.However, it didn't make him do so.

In the blink of an eye, the evolved evil ghost came over again with claws and teeth.

Fang Qinghong gritted his teeth and fought hard.

Now that things have happened, Gu Peiyuan doesn't need him to give any special explanations, and they all know to work together to find a breakthrough.Everyone had no way out, and all of them simply became ruthless.

At this time, the purification and control characteristics of Fuxiqin play an advantage.The two went in the opposite direction, slowly moving towards the direction when the Hundred Ghosts of the Night Walking came.

And just when they were in a state of desperation, the city gate exploded with a loud bang, and was breached again!

The first Kunlun Palace and Taiweiyuan filed in, followed by the big and small sects attached to them.Then they were all bewitched by the overwhelming evil spirits.

The scuffle broke out instantly.