vncnus Chapter 381
Chapter 381
Outside the Jiangbei branch of the underworld, the old security guard who had guarded this place for nearly a hundred years carried a coffin on his back and walked away from the impending disaster.
This was the last time he protected this branch.
Four great masters followed closely, their eyes revealing complexity and solemnity.
The breakthrough of the last ghost cultivator in the world undoubtedly attracted the attention of various forces. Some wanted to prevent such a powerful existence from appearing in Jiuzhou, some stared at his evil corpse after his failure, and some had unknown purposes...
All parties gathered.
This was a chaos that was destined to end in bloodshed.
The old man seemed to understand this, carrying his coffin, unwilling to bring any trouble to this place, and walked out of the city little by little, taking this "chaos" away from the city.
His old body was a little hunched, and every step was extremely difficult.
After the soul-suppressing coffin was moved, its suppressing power was reduced by more than half.
A strange sound came from the coffin.
Uncle Wei's waist was also bent more and more, and every step he took left a deep footprint.
Several great masters could not help.
The battle between the evil corpse and the old man had already begun at this moment. Life or death was not something they could intervene in.
All they could do was to stay by his side and eliminate all external factors!
The streets were empty and cold at four o'clock in the morning. The street lights suddenly began to flicker, and then went out completely. Under the shadows, a line of figures in black furs emerged silently.
"Send Uncle Wei!"
"Send Uncle Wei!"
"..."
The old man carried the coffin and moved forward step by step. One by one, the ghost messengers roared sadly and joined the team.
Some people spontaneously lit the longevity lamp, which had no special function, but was just a wish.
Some people scattered yellow and white money paper to clear the way, asking the ghost soldiers to open their faces and let the old man live.
The old man carried the coffin and smiled helplessly when he saw this.
"You bunch of brats, this is the etiquette of sending a dead person away, do you really want to send me, an old man, away?"
"That's appropriate."
He was thoughtful, and stepped on the yellow and white paper money, and his steps became much lighter.
After a few steps, Uncle Wei did not stop moving forward, but his face was already dark and difficult to understand.
"Master... or the captain?"
In his impression, the only two people who were related to him and could do this were these two people, although theoretically they were already dead.
Because these yellow and white paper money were all produced from the restricted area!
Otherwise, it would not have been possible to help him cross the tribulation in this way, and the suppression force on his body was relieved by half.
It was almost impossible for King Chujiang to obtain so many restricted area items.
Uncle Wei looked around.
The bleak autumn wind blew, and there was no one else on the street.
"Alas~"
In the end, he sighed deeply, and could only attribute it to his misjudgment.
This is probably a method that King Chujiang prepared for himself at a great cost.
At around four o'clock in the morning, the Yincha team walked through the streets, and the atmosphere was filled with murderous aura, as if a group of veterans who were ready to die were going to a battle that was sure to end!
Every time Luo Ji took a step, invisible waves of sound would sweep out hundreds or thousands of meters, and ordinary people who heard this sound would fall into a deeper sleep.
The street was very deserted.
The old man carrying the coffin had a resolute expression and did not stop.
Yellow paper opened the way, worshiping the gods;
Green lamps hung the soul, and people died and survived!
When the team reached the outskirts, a thin layer of fog appeared around them, and waves of resentful wails came from outside the city, as if some monster had been waiting there for a long time.
Uncle Wei's face was pale at this moment, and his spine was almost deformed by the pressure. Every step he took, he had to pause for a while, and his steps became more and more difficult.
The weight of the soul-suppressing coffin is not just talk.
Moreover, the evil corpse inside was still making trouble. All kinds of creepy scratching, crying, wailing, and bumping made the coffin heavier.
The talismans on it fell off one by one and turned into ashes.
The evil corpse was completely awakened, and it was more powerful than ever before.
King, you can't suppress it!
When the team walked onto the road outside the city, it was already nine or ten o'clock, but the sky was still in the state of dawn.
A large amount of gray-white fog enveloped the surroundings, and there seemed to be strange shadows jumping in the fog.
Their movements were stiff, and their limbs were very inflexible. They jumped, jumped, jumped, jumped, jumped...
This is an ancient sacrificial dance. Sometimes they showed bow legs, with their hands like hugging a big watermelon, sometimes they stood on one leg, one hand in front and one hand behind, imitating the appearance of a big goose, and sometimes they turned in circles in a funny way...
It looked full of comedy.
But no one laughed, and everyone became serious.
The dance moves of these "puppets" are getting weirder and weirder, as if it was imprinted in everyone's mind, even if they turned their heads away from looking, they would recall it uncontrollably.
Each action scene became more and more profound.
It seemed to have penetrated into the soul.
Until the end.
The hands and feet of the ghosts were no longer under control, and they danced the same dance, rushing into the depths of the fog.
It was useless to let the companion ghosts in their bodies roar and cry!
"Snap"
A crisp snap of fingers.
All the dancing ghosts froze in place.
In the crowd, a figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a slight smile on his lips walked out. Every step he took, thousands of overlapping footsteps sounded at the same time.
It seemed that he was stepping on the lives of countless people!
"Hell, Luo Ji, learn from you."
As soon as the words fell, the puppets in the depths of the fog exploded, and heads and limbs flew everywhere.
At this moment, the dazed ghost messengers also returned to normal.
"Keep going!"
Sun Zhengwen shouted in a deep voice.
In the mist, the terrifying sound of fighting at the grandmaster level was heard.
Not far away, there was a village beside the road. Villagers were hanged on the roofs one after another, all with wide eyes, staring at the road.
It was strange that they did not turn into ghosts, but gave people a creepy feeling, as if they were still alive!
After approaching.
Some figures could be vaguely seen floating in the mist.
There were resentment, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, and bloody clothes.
Hundreds of ghosts stood in some kind of ancient formation.
A terrifying cold and evil spirit suddenly began to spread, dyeing the white mist into dark red bit by bit, and attacked the team with a palpitating breath.
Wherever they passed, all the grass and trees died.
Even the earth was covered with a layer of gray.
Sun Zhengwen frowned and came to the front of the crowd, seeming to be very afraid of these evil spirits.
"Corpses, resentment, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, bloody clothes..."
Daoxuan took a step forward, counted with his fingers, and murmured: "Five Souls Chaotic Evil Formation, this kind of sinister evil formation has been passed down, I will clean up the door for my Dao League!"
A cold murderous intent appeared on his face. He pinched a talisman and drew a talisman in the air. A half-meter long and human-face-wide virtual talisman appeared and blasted into the depths of the fog.
Then he looked in a direction.
"Old Sun, I'm going to kill the evil leader. Let you guys kill from here and go east all the way. Don't look back. Kill ghosts when you see them, and you can break the formation!"
Sun Zhengwen glanced around and nodded: "All the ghosts listen to my order, kill!"
Led by Jiang Yi, the leader of the third group, a group of people killed out.
They rushed in from the direction Daoxuan said, and those ghosts and evil spirits that even the great masters feared actually made way for them.
If it is a formation, you have to leave a way out.
Otherwise, if the formation is strong enough, the caster will be trapped in it.
Daoxuan, who is usually sloppy, has such a skill that he can see through the opponent's formation's life gate at a glance, and seems to have a way to fix the opponent's formation eye so that the life gate will not change.
This is a complete crushing of the understanding of the formation.
When he rushed into the depths of the fog, an unbelievable voice came from there.
Jiang Chen glanced at the ghosts in the fog, lit several cigarettes, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and did not make a move for the time being.
Because he understood.
It's too early.
It's not time for him to make a move.
The opponent's trump card has not been revealed yet, so he naturally has to keep a trump card.
"Alas, Lao Wei, I broke the rules for you, an old boy, and gave up the duck in my mouth. You will have to pay me one million points later."