Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

Han Jingyun and Zhu Xiyan walked out of the room safe and sound, which is a great thing for the people of the Xuanshu Association waiting outside, as well as the few survivors of the Dragon God offering sacrifices waiting outside with Wu Xiaoshan .

"Sir, it's great that you're fine!" Wu Xiaoshan waited until everyone in front had finished exchanging greetings with Han Jingyun, and then squeezed forward, looking rather shy, which made Han Jingyun laugh a little.

"Xiaoshan is afraid that I will cheat your wish?" Han Jingyun joked like this, Wu Xiaoshan immediately shook his hands nervously, and argued, "I'm really worried about Mr...."

This doll in the mountain acted very cold and classy before, but now it seems to be returning to its original form. However, in Han Jingyun's eyes, it is just as cute. I don't think it is a little ghost and should be kept at a respectful distance. Even to subdue him directly, this kid, he is committed.

However, thinking about what this little friend's wish might be, the smile on his face could not help but fade a bit, but there are too many people around him now, so it's hard to ask directly.

"Mr. Han, we..."

"President Meng, settle the matter of Qianyuan Lake first, and then talk about other things." The meaning in these words has been expressed clearly enough, he knows what Meng Hongwei is going to say, postpone it, and solve the immediate problem first.

"Okay, let's settle the matter of Qianyuan Lake first." Meng Hongwei was not unhappy because of this, and the original anxiety in his heart disappeared without a trace. He just waited for the matter here to be over, and they had a lot of time to discuss it. The matter of the ghost king.

Thinking of the ghost king, Meng Hongwei's heart couldn't help constricting for a while.

In the age of the end of the Dharma, it is already a great thing to have a fierce ghost. No one who is locked in the eighteenth floor of the purgatory has reached this level. A ghost king suddenly appeared. People in the mysterious art world are not nervous. That's weird.

Under Han Jingyun's instruction, Meng Hongwei arranged for the other people, while he himself followed Wu Xiaoshan and took a few survivors to Longshen Village.

In the final analysis, the root cause of all these tragedies lies in human greed.

When they got close to Longshen Village, Wu Xiaoshan and several survivors stopped, especially Wu Sishui, whose thin body was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from anger.

"Sir, they trapped my mother's soul in the ancestral hall. We can't get in, not even Brother Xiaoshan. Help us."

On the way, Wu Xiaoshan told about the completion of his previous mission. Originally, according to what Han Jingyun thought, with Wu Xiaoshan's strength, it would not be a problem to rescue the ghosts trapped in Longshen Village. Wu Xiaoshan did it, lest he insisted on staying by his side to help, and instead harmed him, but unexpectedly, there was a magic weapon hidden in the ancestral hall of Longshen Village, which made them unable to enter through the door, and they were all full of anger.

"Don't worry, I can destroy any magic weapon." Han Jingyun is not afraid of any magic weapon, and immediately walked towards the village. Before entering the village, he was stopped by the villagers who came after hearing the news .

"You outsiders are not welcome here! Get out of here!" The village chief looked very irritable, and he spoke completely impolitely, very rudely, and his appearance was also very bluffing. If you are a little timid, you may really have some May be intimidated.

But right now, the person they were facing was Han Jingyun, and Han Jingyun didn't take these people seriously at all.

"Stay out of the way." Han Jingyun just waved his hand lightly, seemingly inadvertently. As a result, those villagers who blocked the way felt a powerful force swaying them away, retreated uncontrollably, and fell directly He fell to the ground, trying to make way for Han Jingyun in the middle.

Han Jingyun didn't even look at the villagers who had fallen all over the ground, and walked forward. Under Wu Xiaoshan's guidance, he quickly came to the front of the ancestral hall.

The villagers also followed behind them. Seeing that their goal was the ancestral hall, they immediately shouted angrily, scolding all kinds of things. Among them, the village chief was the most emotional, jumping happily at his age, It was as if Han Jingyun and the others were going to dig his ancestral grave.

Han Jingyun didn't even bother to look back at him. Moreover, there were a few angry survivors, four old acquaintances Hu Yicheng, Wang Qianya, Cao Yuejin, and Cao Yueming who followed him like little tails. These villagers couldn't get close to Han Jingyun no matter how hard they tried. His body is really not worth his trouble.

Han Jingyun looked at the ancestral hall in front of him, and with just one glance, he felt the evil spirit that could hardly be hidden inside, pure evil spirit.

"What kind of evil are you offering? Such a strong evil spirit." At this time, Han Jingyun was willing to turn his head to look at the village chief who was jumping happily, and suddenly sneered, "I can pick something like you as a shell , it seems that the things in this ancestral hall are not good things, after all, do birds of a feather flock together."

As soon as Han Jingyun said this, everyone still couldn't understand that the ancestral hall of Longshen Village was supposed to worship ancestors, but in the end, an evil thing full of evil spirits was offered.What a spring and autumn dream!

"What evil! You are the evil! These people have already sacrificed to the dragon god, why did they come back? They have clearly turned into ghosts, and they are here to harm people! You are also a monster, so you will put these A monster has brought back..."

Suddenly, a sharp female voice erupted from the crowd. Han Jingyun glanced over, and saw an old woman sitting on the ground, and the old woman was not pointing her finger at him, but...Wu Sishui.

"You are the monsters! All of you are monsters! You can send your own children to some kind of dragon god. Using this method, you still want to get rich and honor. It sounds so good, for the sake of the whole village , Aren’t you just looking at the money? My mother was tortured to death by you like this! Just because she wanted to protect me and not let me be a sacrifice, you killed her..."

Wu Sishui cried so much that he couldn't speak for a while, when he looked at those so-called family members, there was only hatred in his eyes, no half affection.

That's right, how could he not hate being sent to a dead end by his relatives and being cursed by him as a ghost?

Han Jingyun didn't say anything, just bowed his head and said softly to Zhu Xiyan who was beside him: "Brother, I'll come back as soon as I go, you wait for me here." After saying that, he signaled Wang Qianya and Hu Yicheng to stay by his brother's side with his eyes, not to allow If there is any reaction, the person has already jumped up, jumped over the high courtyard wall in an instant, and entered the ancestral hall.

"Ah... don't defile our ancestral hall... gods... ancestors... punish these ignorant people..." Seeing this, the village chief immediately began to cry, crying so badly that he vaguely , can still hear the vibrato in his words, obviously not because of excitement, but because of...fear.

"Damn your head! Can you talk, shut up if you can't talk, it's so noisy!" Before the village head, I wished Xiyan could bear it, but when it came to Han Jingyun, he couldn't bear it at all, and turned around. The village chief just kicked the village chief, who was obviously taller than him by a few points, and staggered. He suddenly forgot to continue howling, and stared blankly at Zhu Xiyan, not knowing why, The village chief began to tremble all over, so trembling that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't stand steadily, and sat on the ground like a ball of mud.

This appearance, no matter how you look at it, is extremely frightening, but how can Zhu Xiyan, a good-looking and gentle person, be able to make people fear like this?Although he kicked the village chief just now, he is still a gentle and good person in essence!

On the other side, Han Jingyun successfully entered the ancestral hall. Wu Xiaoshan also wanted to follow in, but the result of the forced charge was still the same as before. He was blocked by an invisible barrier, and he still couldn't break through. call out.

"Sir! Take me in with you, sir! I can help you!"

Just now Wu Xiaoshan could hear it clearly enough, there was a strong evil spirit inside, and I don't know what kind of evil thing was locked in it, Han Jingyun went in alone, don't let the evil thing put it in on purpose, the one who caught the evil thing What should Daoke do?

Wu Xiaoshan was so anxious that he turned around on the spot and kept calling "Sir", but Han Jingyun seemed to be completely deaf, and never responded to him.

Seeing this, Zhu Xiyan stepped forward, raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "If you can't get in, it's Xiao Yun who won't let you in. Don't worry, he can solve it."

His family, Xiaoyun, never traded at a loss, and it wasn't that he was trapped in it. How could his brother rush in without thinking? He must have rushed in because he was sure of dealing with the evil things inside!

For this result, Zhu Xiyan is still very confident.

On the other side, Han Jingyun strolled into the ancestral hall. In addition to the tablets of the ancestors of Longshen Village, there was another thing that was obviously incompatible with this place, a large black clay pot.

The clay pot was as tall as a person, and there was a steady stream of evil energy escaping from it, but it couldn't get out of the ancestral hall, and Han Jingyun didn't find any barriers or magic circles. That should be the key.

Han Jingyun stepped forward indifferently, raised his hand and tapped lightly on the clay pot a few times, the pot made a dull sound, and there was a clear echo coming from inside, as if there was water, and in the water, something was moving gently. move around.

After the attempt, Han Jingyun was not in a hurry to take the next step, but searched around in the ancestral hall. Soon, he took out a few tablets and pasted a few talismans on them, and immediately a weak ghost came from He fell out of the tablet, and was a little dazed for a while, not knowing where he was.

"I'll take you out." Han Jingyun didn't want to ask any more questions, so he neatly put the ghosts into the jade bottle, and threw them out without even looking at them.

Outside, Cao Yuejin quickly caught the jade bottle thrown by Han Jingyun, not knowing what to do for a while.

Zhu Xiyan was used to seeing this jade bottle and knew its function, so he tentatively said, "Well, could it be that Xiaoyun put all the rescued ghosts in it? You pull out the plug and pour it out Well, he definitely can't throw out bad things."

The others naturally also believed that Han Jingyun would not throw any bad things out, so they pulled out the stopper of the jade bottle and poured it upside down as Zhu Xiyan said, and then six ghost images were poured out smoothly, Wu Sishui Seeing a ghost, he immediately rushed forward without any hesitation, and without any surprise, he flew through the ghost's body.

"mom?"

This sound of "Mom" can be regarded as calling the female ghost back to her soul. Seeing Wu Sishui, she looked at it carefully, and then cried out: "Sishui, my son..."

But crying is crying, it is impossible to hug together, after all, it is one person and one ghost, and everyone feels sad when they see it.

Among the six ghosts, five ghosts were the mothers of the five survivors, and one was the aunt of the survivors. After crying and complaining, I found out that this aunt was also killed when she helped her sister-in-law protect her nephew. The causal relationship couldn't be more clear, and everyone in Zhu Xiyan couldn't help but feel sad after seeing it.

The villagers who were noisy at first couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to run, but found in horror that their legs seemed to be frozen and they couldn't take a step, but Zhu Xiyan and the others were able to move freely.

"Well, it should have been done by my family, Xiaoyun. These ignorant villagers deserve to be cleaned up."

But at this time, Han Jingyun sent out all the ghosts he wanted to save, but he still stayed in the ancestral hall. It was obvious what this meant.

There must be danger inside. Although he felt that there was nothing to worry about, he still couldn't help but feel worried, and subconsciously cast his gaze towards the ancestral hall, but he couldn't take it back even if he wanted to.

As if sensing his lover's worry, Han Jingyun in the ancestral hall suddenly turned his head and looked out, a faint smile appeared on his lips. When he turned his head, the smile on his face had disappeared completely, replaced by a cold chill.

"It's just a water charm, and it dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of me." Han Jingyun snorted coldly, and the moment the words fell, he shot like lightning, and the big clay pot that was making strange noises fell silent for an instant.

Han Jingyun made a moving movement with his hands, and the big clay pot spun around in a circle, causing the splashing sound of water in the pot, but the water ghost trapped in the pot was silent Yes, as if he had been dizzy.

The next moment, Han Jingyun threw his hands out, and the big clay pot took off on the spot and flew straight to the yard outside. The moment it landed, there was a muffled "dong" sound, and then there was a sharp ghost howl The sound rose from the ground, and the hearts of the people outside were all jumping on the ground. Anyone who is a little bit timid will startle something wrong.

No, there are quite a few of the villagers who fainted from fright, and most of the rest who didn't faint had trembling legs, couldn't stand steadily, and there were not a few who sat on the ground with their buttocks. Among them, the villager Chang's performance was the most sudden. He was so scared that he peed directly. He was stunned, his facial expression froze, and he didn't respond for a long time.

This expression of guilty conscience can be clearly seen as long as one is not blind.

Wang Qianya called the police directly to deal with the aftermath. This time, arresting people and finding evidence should be possible in one go.

Just as everyone was watching the village chief's excitement, the movement in the ancestral hall had stopped, the gate opened from inside, and Han Jingyun came out Shi Shiran, carrying a large clay pot about his height.

"Little Cloud!"

As soon as Zhu Xiyan saw Han Jingyun walking out without incident, his eyes lit up, and he ran forward immediately, smiling with crooked brows and eyes, Han Jingyun saw that, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

"Sir, what is this? Why is there such a big pot in the ancestral hall? What's in it? Why is there a sound of water..." Wu Xiaoshan saw Han Jingyun come out at this moment, and jumped in front of Han Jingyun, without hesitation After asking a lot of questions, Zhu Xiyan, who came first, had nothing to ask.

Well, let Xiao Shan finish the question anyway, and he just waits to hear the answer.

"Xiaoyun, tell me quickly, you sent a few ghosts out first, just for the things in this big jar? Is there another monster in it?" Facing the previous "Dragon God", Zhu Xiyan is right now. The existence of monsters is particularly understandable, and I immediately thought of this.

"Water ghost." After saying that, Han Jingyun reached into the big clay pot and grabbed a black shadow that looked very much like a long-haired monkey. The water ghost is now dying and embarrassed, symbolic I can't do it even after struggling twice, so it really doesn't make people feel any danger.

Seeing the water ghost, Wu Xiaoshan jumped back reflexively, but Zhu Xiyan subconsciously reached out and poked it.

"It's so cool! As expected of a water ghost!" Zhu Xiyan said that seeing ghosts a lot, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Han Jingyun chuckled a few times when he heard the words, and threw the water ghost back into the clay pot indifferently. After the sound of splashing water, there was no more movement in the clay pot.

"Xiaoyun, what are you doing to catch this water ghost? Could it have something to do with the sacrifice to the Dragon God?" Zhu Xiyan suddenly thought about it, but he just said it casually. Unexpectedly, Han Jingyun nodded in approval the next moment his guess.

"Well, this big pot is an extension of the magic circle at the bottom of Qianyuan Lake. This water ghost is a transfer station for absorbing air. If you want to completely destroy the magic circle at the bottom of the lake, this water ghost is an indispensable tool."

"Dare, this is still a tool ghost! Shall we go to Qianyuan Lake now? What about these villagers? They won't escape, right?" Zhu Xiyan saw that these ignorant villagers still had a chance to escape, and glanced around His eyes were extremely fierce, and his aura instantly rose to [-] meters.

"Don't worry about this. The support from the police and the Xuanshu Association will arrive soon. Don't bother Mr. Han to worry about the matter of Dragon God Village." Wang Qianya immediately came forward to ask for credit, smiling and very pleasing.

"Well, that's good. You stay in the village too. There are still some bad things in the ancestral hall. You helped clean them up. Over Qianyuan Lake, the ghost king has already left. There won't be too much danger. You guys After finishing the business here, if you are interested, you can go up and have a look, we will go there first."

Han Jingyun didn't want to take care of these trivial matters in the village, so he simply handed it over to Wang Qianya and others, while he held Zhu Xiyan's hand, and easily carried the big clay pot in the other hand, and walked up the mountain, Wu Xiaoshan Like a little tail, they followed step by step, and soon the figures of two people and one ghost disappeared into the forest.

On the way, Zhu Xiyan asked: "Xiaoyun, is that dragon god in the mountain really safe? Are you sure that ghost king has left? What if he is still there?" Han Jingyun had already been injured once, so frightened Zhu Xiyan was so choked up that he couldn't rest assured at all when he thought of the ghost king.

"Well, that's not the ghost king's lair. His strength has not yet returned to its peak, and the dragon god is just a pawn of his. Don't worry, he has really left." But in Han Jingyun's view, the ghost king's Leaving is not considered a good thing. The Ghost King's quick departure only proves that he has already obtained the predetermined benefits from Qianyuan Lake, leaving only such a mess for them to clean up.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyun couldn't help but want to grind his teeth, thinking in his heart, to think of a way to turn passive into active, otherwise, if it continues like this, isn't it just being played by the ghost king?

It is still necessary to repair Chongyan first, otherwise, Qinglin will not be able to use it, and his strength will naturally be greatly reduced, and he will not have the confidence to fight desperately with the ghost king. There is basically no difference between being passive or active.

I have to bear it for the time being.

Zhu Xiyan could tell that Han Jingyun had something on his mind, but he was not in a hurry to ask. When it was time for him to know, Han Jingyun would naturally tell him that such curiosity would only burden Han Jingyun, and he was not willing to do it.

Soon, they came to Qianyuan Lake. At this time, Qianyuan Lake was still dark and lifeless. Han Jingyun didn't care about the abnormal state of the lake. At this time, he didn't have to worry about disturbing the Dragon God. There was a movement, and a talisman was thrown onto the lake. The two sides of the lake parted, and a passage was opened immediately, leading directly to the cave where the Dragon God hid. After they passed by, the passage was still there, as if it had been there all along. usually.

Han Jingyun already knew the situation in the cave very well, and he arrived at the Dragon God's habitat without any effort. The Dragon God's state remained the same, motionless, and he could barely breathe.

"Sir, the sacrifice...was it eaten by the Dragon God?" Hearing what happened to the Dragon God, the hatred in Wu Xiaoshan's heart couldn't help being shaken, after all, no matter how miserable he was, he couldn't be more miserable than this immortal.

"Yes, after he is controlled, he is just a puppet. He has no heart, no thought, whether you hate it or not, it is meaningless to this Dragon God. Moreover, he is dying."

The last breath of vitality is about to dissipate.