There seems to be a dead silence all around, but there is not all silence, in the silence sometimes there seems to be crying but not crying, laughing but not laughing, whimpering, faint resentment, faintly erratic sound makes people listen to infinite sorrow and horror. To read the latest chapters, please lock in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info there is a misty darkness everywhere, but it is not all black, behind the eerie darkness, there seems to be a strange mystery and even intrigue and horror everywhere in the ordinary.

Although he was unable to use the "Bliss Spirit House", he was not able to fly away as a whole, and the nature of the space here was mysterious, and it was difficult to fly to the sky with his strength except for the Jindan masters and the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortals. But fortunately, all the people involved in this trip have real talents, and there are basically those who can perform techniques such as "shrinking the ground" and "piercing the wall", so the speed of progress is extremely fast.

At the front of the team, the strongest Dao artists such as Yimei and Saito were concentrated, in addition to clearing the Qiē obstacles on the way forward, it was more important to wave the ghost obstacles to identify the direction, so as to avoid the situation of "ghosts hitting the wall" and going around in vain.

The silhouettes of the large dark buildings on the left and right are clear or hazy, and they pass away rapidly as they advance, and sometimes someone can't help but glance into the houses on both sides, and they can see all kinds of strange scenes in the houses more or less. For example, a woman in white clothes grinning and giggling keeps crawling in the room, and even climbed the wall and roof, and you can see a rope hanging from the neck of a swaying body in a house, and her feet swing back and forth like a "pendulum", and the rope rubs against the wood on the top of the beam, constantly emitting "cluck, cluck" The sound of thousands of rubbing astringents, the long hair hanging down covered the face, and I could only vaguely see the blood-red long tongue hanging down from the chest of the body, constantly rolling in the other window, dozens of frighteningly white, and corpse-like dead skin-wrapped arms kept patting the window, making a messy rash sound, there was a purple beauty in the room over there who was combing her hair in the mirror, but he took his head down and put it on the table, and the headless body was combing behind a dead tree on the side of the road, which was full of bloody human heads, which looked like the fruit of the tree, those heads had different expressions, some were painful, sad, and laughing, and there were people on the corner of the street who were crying and selling croquettes, which was not right, it should be an eyeballI saw that the stall owner kept digging out his eyeballs, and after digging it out bloodily, he threw it into the pot, and soon dug out a big pot, and more than a dozen customers still ate it with relish. Not far away, there is another restaurant selling boiled noodles, which is the real "boiled noodles", because the stall owner directly buried his face deep in the pot, and let it be cooked, and the sound of frying is sizzling. When he raised his head, that dignity had been completely fried, the two eyeballs were fluffy like popcorn bulging out of the frame, the skin of his face turned into a thin yellow crispy skin, and the fat continued to peel down, and the sparse meat rolled over, revealing the white bones, and then he served the boiled noodle soup to the guests, and the firm hearts turned a blind eye to this strange scene, as long as it did not directly threaten them, they ignored it, after all, this city is full of ghosts, how can they be killed one by one? However, some of the Tao is shallow, and the experience is not enough, but it is inevitable that they will be distracted.

One of the disciples of the Laoshan sect was in the middle of the line, and as everyone advanced, when he unintentionally glanced at a black alley path on the left, he suddenly saw a figure holding a pig-killing knife in the depths of the darkness, which seemed to be a butcher.

Dozens of feet away, the afterglow of his eyes suddenly reflected again, a seemingly identical figure in another dark alley, even the darkness did not hide the fierce cold light of the butcher's knife in his hand, and it was much closer, but as the team quickly moved forward, it was no longer visible. "Is it the same ghost?" he had just flashed this thought in his mind, and his heart was full of anxiety, when he suddenly saw that in another alley on the right, the figure was already less than two feet away from him, and he could clearly see the face full of horizontal flesh and green tendons, covered with scars, and extremely distorted and hideous face, as well as the eyes full of resentment and ferocity that were staring at him, and the bloody sharp butcher's knife held high in his hand.

Three times in a row, they saw completely different places and different directions, but this figure came out one after another like a nightmare, following him stubbornly, as if it was firmly approaching him, and the others beside him did not seem to notice.

He felt a chill in his heart, and he didn't dare to look left and right at the prime minister, so he immediately retracted his gaze and kept staring ahead, and after running a few hundred meters like this, a sense of uneasiness in his heart became more and more wide, driving him to look at the side again. "Ahh

This glance made him let out a heart-rending scream, because that terrifying face was already close at hand, and he let out a twisted and vicious grin at himself, and his mouth spewed cold and bloody breath, and then the bloody butcher knife had been slashed head-on!

"What's going on?" The rapidly advancing team stopped as one of the Laoshan disciples suddenly let out a scream and fell to the ground, blood seeping out of his throat, but there were no obvious injuries.

"Calm down, don't be moved by external evils!" Saito saw it in his eyes, and hurriedly shouted loudly, he knew very well that ghosts harming people were nothing more than two tricks: one was to use the evil qi to directly impact and extinguish the living and yang fire, but this required the yin qi to be extremely strong and powerful ghosts to do, and some powerful ghosts could even make physical attacks in their bodies; the other was to find loopholes in people's minds and expand them infinitely, so that people's hearts would collapse and destroy themselves. Just like Saitoichi when he was walking at night and encountered the black shadow in front of him, the more he was afraid in his heart, the more huge the black shadow became. This type of psychic attack is even more difficult to prevent, and it is difficult to defend against it with spells, so it can only depend on the individual's mind.

The Laoshan disciple who was injured by the stroke had his own people use the Pure Heart Mantra to exorcise evil spirits for him, and poured talisman water into it, so that he could recover quickly, and it would not delay everyone's progress. It's just that the Laoshan disciple has lost his soul and trembled, and his strength has been greatly damaged in a short period of time.

On the other side, the people of Cheng Dao and others have also begun to run into trouble.

If you only stay in the realm of the lower grades, and the mental and physical aspects are not strengthened, the sudden increase in combat power after casting the god can be regarded as a kind of self-awareness hypnosis by borrowing the power of faith, of course, if the hypnosis is so powerful that it can be used to a certain extent, you can also let yourself exert several times, even ten, or even more than ten times the power of your usual state.

Therefore, in the case of not only being too critical, but also many people with relatively weak cultivation who have come into contact with the state of inviting gods, and they should wait until the critical moment to use it. It's just that in this way, they are inevitably the weakest of the three races in terms of physical and mental conditions under normal conditions.

But fortunately, there are many of them, and there are people on both sides of the front and back who are still in a state of inviting God, just in case.

One of the altar owners temporarily lifted the state of inviting gods, and as the team advanced, he suddenly heard several calls from behind him. At first, it was hazy, and then it gradually became clear, and when he was careful to distinguish, it turned out to be the voice of his mother calling him by his nickname since he was a child, which was kind and warm and made people feel very nostalgic.

"My mother is dead, it must be a ghost!" he almost subconsciously turned around, but fortunately he reflected it in time, but he only broke out in a cold sweat.

Immediately, the voice behind him changed again, becoming like the soft soul seduction voice of the second widow Zhao who had just hooked up not long ago, and it seemed that he could still smell the aroma of speaking, mixed with wheezing and moaning. "Damn, be a fool!" he cursed in his heart, ignored it, and ran forward. Suddenly, I heard someone on the left and right sides close at hand making an "ouch" sound, and the footsteps were confused, and then I shouted: "Senior brother, I twisted my foot"

It was the voice of a junior brother who came with him, this person usually had a good relationship with him, and he did not suspect that something had changed, so he turned his head sideways and stretched out his hand to take a hand.

After just turning around like this, his head felt confused, and he couldn't distinguish the direction for a while, but anyway, there were people on the left and right, so he continued to run with the team.

"Where are you going?!" asked a thunderclap behind him after taking a few steps. He suddenly woke up, and suddenly realized that the people on the left and right did not seem to be walking, but floating again, looking like a group of vague and ugly shadows. He jerked back again, only to find that he had left the group before he knew it, and was running towards a bottomless alley that seemed to lead to the abyss of hell.

Just as he was shocked and hurriedly turned around to return to the team, and when three people rushed out to meet him, a series of terrible gongs and drums suddenly came from the deep alley. Immediately afterwards, a large group of people rushed out of a big red sedan chair like a rural greeting procession, swarming up, drowning him in it, and then about to retreat.

"Ghost Chong's cultivation is rampant!" With a loud shout, Xue Dian had already flashed in, and the half-virtual and half-real Guan Dao turned into an overwhelming shadow of golden mang's divine power and blood-colored evil qi, slashing horizontally towards the welcoming team. With a sweep, all the illusions of ghosts and worshippers disappeared, and the sedan chair turned into paper and fell to the ground. Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to rescue their companions in the sedan chair, but they saw that the old man had been dressed in a paper red wedding dress, and his face was full of the strange look of excitement and shyness of the bride. The ghost is dangerous, and that's it!

The Heavenly Master Sect on the other side advanced the fastest, and the thirty-six disciples who formed the sword formation had one mind, and even when they were moving forward at high speed, they also formed a protective sword formation, and there was no chaos at all, if there were ghosts and monsters, they would fly the sword and kill them in an instant! During the whole process, Brother Zhang Tianshi, Zhang Jingshu, and dozens of other Taoist masters didn't even have to make a move. From this, it can also be seen that the Heavenly Master Sect is worthy of the orthodoxy of Taoism, the thousand-year-old inheritance is profound, the disciples have a solid foundation, and the organization and action are extremely strict. Even if the road is big at the moment, there are still many loopholes in the organization.

It is no wonder that Zhang Enbode's various "ideas" are not accepted by the Heavenly Master Sect, although they seem to be a little rigid, but it is precisely this kind of insistence on tradition that makes the disciples of Longhu Mountain single-minded and pure in cultivation, and ordinary ghosts and evil tricks do not work for them.

In the blink of an eye, a large palace that they were targeting was already in sight. At the same time, however, they also came to a street crossroads, where from a distance there were countless ghosts of shadows, crowded and crowded, as if it were a bazaar.

A closer look at the ball found that it was not a bazaar, but a similar Beijing vegetable market execution ground, dozens of men, women and children, wearing white prison clothes, ** brand prisoners kneeling on the ground, no one was behind a fierce executioner. The executioners picked up a bowl of wine, fed it to the prisoners, took down the sign on the prisoner's back, pulled his hair to the front, exposed his neck, shouted in unison, raised his knives and fell, dozens of human heads rolled down with a gurgle, and rolled on the ground like a watermelon cart, and donated blood.

However, although the head rolled to the ground, dozens of headless bodies did not lose their ability to move, but struggled forward one after another, touching the scattered and falling human heads all over the ground, and as soon as they got their hands, whether they were their own or not, they couldn't wait to get to their heads, and they could often see the body of a big man staring at the head of an old woman, laughing, or there was a child's body on top of a large man's head that was disproportionate to the size of the body, rolling excitedly, and even two headless bodies grabbed a head outside the body and wrestled together. And those guys who just got heads were quickly dragged back by the executioners to continue to cut off their heads, and the onlookers laughed endlessly, putting aside the terrifying and weird content, the atmosphere really wanted to belong to the underworld, grotesque and lively ball games.

"Kill it directly!" Zhang Yuanxu shouted in a deep voice. Zhang Jingshu's Three Immortal Killing Immortal Sword had turned into a huge jade sword with a length of nearly a zhang. swept out, the sound of the sword roar was like a tsunami rolled up on the flat ground, and the sound of ghosts howling and crying was layered on top of each other. Everywhere he went, hundreds of ghosts were suddenly twisted into an eerie ghostly aura, and they were swallowed and absorbed by the Jade Sword Whale.

At this time, the heads all over the ground also beat towards everyone like a ball, "boom, boom, boom", and spilled slow blood while jumping, but as soon as it approached, it was pierced by the long sword and turned into nothing.

The Three Immortal Sword opened the way to attack, and the thirty-six disciples formed a sword formation to defend the main defense, advancing rapidly while ensuring that they did not lose, and soon they had come to a tall and majestic, as if there were tens of millions of male soldiers, under the palace guarded by the battle armor.

The earth-shaking sound of horses' hooves knocked on people's hearts like gongs and drums, and thousands of soldiers and horses, roaring, carrying a monstrous black mist from the palace, divided into several strands and copied up from the four breads. The fierce warriors wearing the uniforms of the Qing Dynasty Imperial Forest @ Army, the hideous and ugly faces that were already half-rotten, were clearly visible in the countless gloomy flags fluttering. You can even see zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, their faces are pale, and their bodies are stiff and jumping in the ghost army.

With the overwhelming swords, the evil wind and blood rain rushed from the dim to the sky and floated down. The surrounding scenery changed, everywhere was covered with corpses and bones, everywhere there were burning flames, broken flags, broken swords, and dirty red blood and water all over the world, as if it had just turned into an ancient battlefield that had just passed a great battle and suffered countless casualties.

"Great Dao Yin and Yang, Thunder Descends from the Sky!" Zhang Yuanxu first flipped his hand, and the moment the two five thunder talismans appeared, he turned into a thunderbolt with a roar of martial arts, and hit the ghost army in front of him.

Zhang Yuanxu Thunder is already perfect, a movement can be a heart thunder attack, a spell can lead to five thunder protection, a Fu Luo Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, has been able to spread the thunder of heaven and earth, and the end is extremely powerful. For a moment, thunder and flames filled the sky, the light of the talisman flashed wildly, and the flying sword roared through the air.

The people present all responded in an orderly manner, and they first set up banners and cloth talismans on the spot, hung gossip mirrors, and in the blink of an eye, they had opened up a platform in the sea of ghosts. The vertical and horizontal golden light emitted by the Bagua Mirror surrounded the platform and turned into a dense guardrail of light. The surging black ghost tide slapped hard on the seemingly thin light bar, making a sizzling sound, as if meat skewers were grilling on the stove, and the cold green smoke with a pungent smell billowed and dispersed.

After defending a place without losing it, the planter stepped on the seven stars, waved a wooden sword in his hand, sprinkled the ghost charm, recited the ghost suppression spell, and cast a spell.

Although the appearance of the ghost army is fierce, but when it encounters a highly targeted technique, it is turned into flying ash and floats into the air with a flick of golden light or thunder and lightning;

Just as everyone was in battle, two of the divisions were unaware that the shadow under their feet suddenly arched upwards strangely. Immediately after that, two daggers that were extremely black and had no reflection silently stabbed the two of them in the back.

Liang screamed before he could make it, and in an instant, the two masters who could be called advanced in skills had already died, and they didn't even know how they died!

"What's going on?" This change happened without the slightest warning, and it was so sudden that even the three Jindan masters present failed to react in time to stop it. No one expected that it would not be broken in Taiwan. In the case of ghosts and evil spirits, they will also be dealt with this kind of internal fatal blow.

It's a little slower, though. Zhang Yuanxu still quickly made up for a palm thunder, and exploded one of the unavoidable black shadows from the middle, bursting into a sky full of blood mist, which was smelly for a while, and the hot blood spots like rain were splashed with broken flesh and bones. Another dark shadow quickly swam into the densest crowd.

"It's not a ghost, it's a human!"