The ghosts of the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect were attracted and came to the monks of Donglin Prefecture one after another.

The souls of the monks of Donglin Prefecture who were imprisoned in the depths of the spiritual platform still maintained a strange lucidity, sensing that they were experiencing such a terrifying scene, they were all terrified, but unfortunately they could not make any sound now, they could only bury their fear in the depths of their souls, trembling helplessly.

The souls of the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect gradually possessed their bodies, but the ghost qi on their bodies was incompatible with the flesh of the living people, and the moment they came into contact, they actually made an infiltrating "snort" sound.

At the same time, a thick cloud of calamity suddenly appeared in the void, among which there were bursts of thunder, purple lightning flashing, and the terrifying coercion contained in it could be felt far away, even if it was a strong person in the Gathering Top Realm, it would be difficult to resist even one of the tribulation thunders!

Such an anti-heaven act of turning a ghost into a human is naturally intolerable to heaven and earth, which is why it has triggered such a powerful catastrophe.

However, Dao Meng Zhenren had already expected this, and when he drank in a deep voice, a colorful light suddenly appeared in the Guiyuan Tower, converging into a magnificent and huge barrier, isolating the clouds from the ghosts of the Guiyuan Sect disciples who were possessing him.

These colorful rays of light are the power of the Donglin Prefecture monks' luck extracted from the Guiyuan Tower, the power of luck is ethereal, but it has all kinds of unbelievable functions, and people with bad luck can even make the thunder detour.

Daomeng Zhenren's move is a clever use of the power of luck, and it does play an unexpected role.

Under the barrier of luck, the thunder could no longer sense the aura of the ghost's possession, and after tumbling for a moment, it gradually dissipated.

The biggest threat dissipated, Dao Mengzhen's pressure plummeted, and he began to guide the ghost into the body more easily, although the rejection was still inevitable, but under his forcible suppression, the possession process was still going on in an orderly manner.

The white-clothed immortal was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qi Feng frowned deeply, although he was still worried about the safety of the Xiufang sisters, but since the immortals said that it was okay, it was not good for him to show his sense of existence anymore.

And now he clearly knows the difference in strength between himself and Daomeng Zhenren, and there is really no need to do this kind of thing of touching eggs against stones.

About a quarter of an hour later, all the Guiyuan Sect disciples' ghosts were successfully possessed into the body of the Donglin Prefecture monk, but they still looked like ghosts, and they obviously couldn't be called alive.

I saw that the Daomen Zhenren's instructions changed again, and there were words in his mouth, and the qi luck barrier began to gradually decompose, differentiating into hundreds of light clusters, and the Daomeng real people were also surging with demonic qi all around him, and even directly extracted more than half of his essence blood and integrated it into the qi luck light group.

"Luck is blessed, the soul enters the body, the soul is gone, and the true spirit returns!"

Guided by the Dao Dream True Person, the Qi Luck Light Troupe shrouded the ghosts and the people possessed by the ghosts.

Daomeng Zhenren is the realm of ghost cultivation, the essence and blood in the body have both ghost and yang energy, between the balance of yin and yang, coupled with the assistance of the power of luck, it is actually forced to suppress the ghost qi on these people to the deepest part of the body, unless it is the ultimate overhaul of the way of the soul, it is impossible to find the clues.

To put it in detail, Daomeng Zhenren's method of turning yin into yang is actually more like putting a human skin on a ghost, but with the blessing of various external forces, the two have an extremely close fit, so from the outside, these possessed people will be no different from ordinary people.

"The three souls are established, the five spirits return together, the hundred tricks enter the gods, and the wisdom is opened again!"

Daomeng Zhenren had lost too much essence and blood, and he could already see obvious fatigue at this time, but the red glow in his eyes did not diminish at all, and he forcibly cheered up, agitated up the demonic qi that was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning, and drank out a spiritual spell.

The disciples of the Guiyuan Sect who possessed him were called by the divine curse, and they opened their eyes with a brush, and when Dao Meng Zhenren saw this, he let out a little crazy "haha" laughter.

"XX, did you see it? The old man succeeded! The old man finally rescued them!"

The white-clothed immortal looked at Daomeng Zhenren's appearance, and then looked at the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect who had returned from possession, and stopped talking, but in the end he didn't say anything, just turned into a light sigh.

Qi Feng obviously felt that these "people" were a little abnormal, although it seemed that there was indeed no dead air on their bodies, but their expressions were too sluggish, just like zombies, how could there be a little human agility?

"Yao'er, as a teacher, I promise you that from today onwards, I will pass on your "Eight Desolations Return to the Yuan Recipe". Daomeng Zhenren floated in front of a female cultivator and said dotingly.

However, the nun only raised her head with a blank expression, and after a moment of pause, she said softly, "Eight Desolations...... Returning to the original is ...... What's that?"

Dao Meng Zhenren explained: "This is the supreme secret book of my Guiyuan Sect, haven't you been shouting that you want to learn before?

The nun shook her head and said indifferently, "I don't remember, I don't know you." ”

Daomeng Zhenren's expression changed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face that could not be concealed, and then he trembled and patted the female cultivator's shoulder, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, take your time, you'll remember it all." ”

He walked up to a male cultivator again and said, "Lin'er, this is the Qianyuan Sword you wanted before, take it quickly!"

The male cultivator also raised his head blankly, but he was indifferent and said, "I...... Hate you, don't talk to me. ”

The wrinkles on Daomeng Zhenren's face suddenly deepened, and he smiled bitterly, wanting to pat the male cultivator's shoulder and encourage him again, but the other party avoided it.

He could only withdraw his right hand in embarrassment, and moved in front of the other monk again.

......

In the empty space, the voice of Dao Mengzhen kept ringing, full of warmth and excitement at the beginning, and in the end, only loneliness and depression remained.

The names and preferences of more than three hundred Guiyuan Sect disciples were clearly remembered by Dao Mengzhen, but they had no impression of him, and they didn't even remember who they were!

"Why is this so, why?"

Daomeng Zhenren walked aside in despair and muttered in a low voice. At this time, the demonic energy on his body had become extremely thin at the moment, and it would dissipate a few points with every step, and when he stopped, his entire body even became a little transparent.

As the saying goes, mourning is greater than dying, and this may be how the Daomeng real person feels in his heart at this time.

He planned for thousands of years, and what he wanted was to resurrect the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect, but how could he have thought that after all the hard work, what he got was such a heart-wrenching and disappointing scene!

Blank memory, lack of character, and wooden behavior, how can such a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect have the slightest appearance in his memory?

Are they still them?