Reflecting the moon and stars, the sound of the green rain fairy is still the same, the wind in the desert is howling, rolling up the sand particles and hitting the ground rustling, reflecting the roar of the moon and stars everywhere, doubling depressed and irritable.

In such an environment, a blood-colored altar towered in the vast desert, the altar of more than two hundred zhang in size was completely made of skulls, and there was a little carrion on it, and dark red blood gushed out, slowly invading the sand, staining red.

At the height of the altar stood three people, two old and one young, a blood-robed and evil-looking monk, an old dragon bell woman, and a pale boy, and the three of them were surrounding a jade plate the size of a zhang, making noise.

"Guan Xiaoliu, the old man doesn't need you to dictate things!" The blood-robed evil cultivator shouted, his tone containing a thick anger.

"Blood old man, if you yell at Lao Tzu again, go back and let the master pick your skin." The boy responded with his immature tone, without timidity.

Syllable... The old woman raised her hand and slapped the little boy on the back of the head, knocking him to a staggering point.

"Mother-in-law, why did you beat me again, how did you tell you, when outsiders are here..."

Before the boy finished speaking, the old woman asked with an unkind face: "This is your Uncle Baiya, you claim to be his old man, what am I to be the old woman?" ”

"Uh... Mother-in-law, I don't mean that, I just want to see how many souls are collected in the soul pool, this bloody old man is really hateful, he doesn't show him his life and death, and the soul basin is not his, so what kind of strength does it have to be. The boy explained with a worried expression as he angrily accused.

The old man in the blood robe had his chest rising and falling, his mood was very unstable, and he said in a strange manner: "The soul gathering basin handed over to the old man in charge, the old man should take care of it, it is not something that anyone can touch casually." ”

The old woman was noncommittal, her expression was indifferent, and the boy on the side sneered: "Take the master of the palm to press me?" Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you, we are arranged by the master to monitor you to see if you have any bad intentions! ”

"Hugh came to deceive the old man, the head of the Dao had to be summoned facelessly, and he knew that Xiaotian Sect had a lot of people who could hide the variables of the calamity, so he asked you to come to find out, the ghost trick is delusional and wants to sacrifice ugliness? Amusing. The old man in the blood robe also sneered and shot back.

The little boy's pale face froze, and his eyes rolled wildly, apparently thinking of words to fight back. And the old woman didn't want the two to have a senseless dispute, so she changed the topic and said: "Before leaving, the master reminded the old body to assist you in completing the task together, how about the soul gathering basin to collect souls?" ”

Hearing this, the old man in the blood robe replied with a smile: "Everything is going well. ”

The old man in the blood robe only replied casually, and the purple qi on the jade plate in front of the three of them was still hazy, and it did not disappear to show the true face inside.

Seeing the old man in the blood robe with such a perfunctory attitude, the little boy was about to return the mouth, but the old woman turned the dead wood cane in her hand and shouted, "Shut up! ”

While scolding, the old woman took a few stones from between her sparse braids and braided them, and threw them to the angry boy beside her, and spoke again, but her tone became gentle, and said, "Play by yourself..."

Like a child in the world, the little boy jumped up and caught the blue stone, and then squatted down, sat bare-bottomed on the altar of bones, played as if no one was around, and sang a nursery rhyme: "The eldest one, the little six, the second one, the little six..."

The old man in the blood robe looked at this scene strangely, his eyes flashed, and a faint look of disgust gradually appeared on his face.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and a figure suddenly appeared, this person was dressed in a black robe, with two cross-handled Changge tattoos on his chest, tall and tall, and a pair of thick eyebrows on his country-shaped face were particularly conspicuous, looking resolute and majestic.

The old man in the blood robe hurriedly bowed down and clasped his fists in salute, and said extremely respectfully: "I have seen it, master!" ”

The old woman's wrinkled face couldn't see the expression, and said lightly: "Lan Jun, the charm of the photo studio, no, the old body has to call you a friend, Your Excellency hides it tightly, if it weren't for the palm of the road before coming to tell the old body that you belong to Zhen Ming Society, how could the old body not imagine the charm of the Tiangong Studio, it can actually be regarded as his own family." ”

The little boy was unmoved by the sudden appearance, still fiddling with the stones in his hands, and singing strange nursery rhymes unknown to him.

The black-robed middle-aged man skimmed over the little boy who was squatting on the ground and playing, especially on the big-headed monster bird pattern embroidered on the boy's chest and belly pocket, and paused, the light in his eyes was fleeting, and then smiled at the old woman: "Yes, I am the charm of the Tiangong Shadow Building, and at the same time, I also have three of the three thousand dojos of the Zhen Ming Society, there are seven halls without faces, and I also occupy a seat under the command of the master of the Crazy Face Palace, and there is a partial general position in the right alliance of the Ji family in the Holy Relic Continent, and the Divine Bless Star Spirit Clan has a foreign affairs hall, I am the deputy head of the main hall, the demon clan Songhai, I have to be the Nine Heavenly Demon Saint to be crowned the second-grade demon leader... I still have a lot of identities, Guan Taijun wants to know, I can tell you as much as I can. ”

The old woman laughed, her laughter was sharp and piercing, and she couldn't hold back her smile and said vaguely: "What do you say about the old body?" So who are you? Did you figure it out for yourself? As the saying goes, if you become an immortal, you forget the immortal and hear the Tao, but you don't know that your mind is different, and it smells bad. ”

"Hehe, it's naturally better to be the only one than Guan Taijun." The black-robed middle-aged man laughed dryly, glanced at the little boy squatting on the ground again, and continued: "If you can get the Red Dust Immortal Fruit Position with the same longevity as heaven and earth, there are a few people in the star field who dare to compare the word idealism with you. ”

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the old woman said coldly: "Junior, the old body Zhen Ming Society Twenty-seven Daoqing, if you are no longer respectful, the old body will punish you here." ”

The blood-robed old man behind the black-robed middle-aged man had a fierce color on his face, and his dry palm was just about to poke out of the cuffs, but was stopped by the stern eyes of the black-robed middle-aged man.

Waving his hand and smiling, the black-robed middle-aged man ignored the old woman who was inexplicably angry on the side, and asked, "How is the Soul Gathering Basin?" ”

The blood-robed old man's hands formed a dazzling seal, and several streamers shot into the jade plate, the hazy purple gas dissipated, and the true face of the jade plate appeared in front of everyone.

This is a jade plate attached to the skull altar, the whole body is blue, the size of a zhang, the inward depression of the jade plate is not large, almost flat.

Tiny beads appeared on the jade plate, slid down to the center of the jade plate, and fell into the altar through a small hole in the center.

The big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, and the countless blood-red beads circulate on the jade plate, just like the stars looming in the night sky, and like the blood-eyed demon pupils gazing, beautiful and evil.

The black-robed middle-aged man was unmoved, and continued to ask, "How many?" ”

The old man in the blood robe replied respectfully: "There are about 1.87 billion mortal spirits, the number of monks who step on the sky has exceeded 10 million, there are more than 270 true immortals, 90 immortal monarchs, twenty-seven immortal venerables, and none immortal saints." ”

"There will be more, Yingyue Star is destined to die more than this person, this is a rare 'grand occasion' since the second tribulation, Immortal Saint, he... Maybe there are. The black-robed middle-aged man smiled faintly, and then said: "The number is not enough, it is a rare and great opportunity, you can unscrupulously get enough souls and jointly seek to take the Heavenly Palace, hehe... Further. ”

At this point, the anger on the old woman's face disappeared, and the old man in the blood robe moved slightly, and even the little boy who was squatting and playing on the ground suddenly raised his head.

Here, Zhen Ming Society's three Daoqing Lan Jun, Zhen Ming Society's twenty-seven Daoqing Guan Taijun, Guan Xiaoliu, Zhen Ming Society's nine Daoqing blood ancestor Baiya.

Here, one of the three thousand Heavenly Dao weapons of Zhen Ming Society: the Soul Attracting Blood Oath Platform, one of the nine treasures of Zhen Ming Society: Gathering Soul Basin.

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On the gray and white rocks scattered in the Gobi, on the edge of the rocky cliff, there is a white-clothed monk standing quietly, holding a folding fan, beating the beat easily and freely, looking leisurely.

His clothes and hair dance in the wind, and his upright figure seems to be connected with the earth, mountains and rivers, and it seems to "float" outside the red world and want to return by the wind, the two clash with each other, and it looks extremely weird.

What's even more bizarre is the silver-white mask he wears on his face, and the left side of his face is also engraved with a blood-red demonic ancient spirit pattern character: mourning.

This person is none other than one of the Seven Faceless Hall Lords: Mourning Face.

Behind him, he suddenly heard the sound of armor and iron, and waved his hand lightly, folding the fan, one side of the black and white landscape, which seemed to be real and illusory, and the other side was prosperous in the world, and life was varied.

The folding fan waved, and the wind in the desert suddenly stopped.

Mournful looked into the distance and said, "Ji Wuxiu is okay?" ”

Ji Chen, who has pale green skin, Ji Chen, Ji Chen, the left handsome Ji Chen of the Ji family of the Holy Relic Continent, he and the mourning face side by side, replied: "The Holy Lord is all right, and the Holy Lord also takes special care, and asks Ben Shuai to convey the greetings of the Holy Lord to the Lord of the Hall of Mourning on his behalf." ”

Turning around with a mournful face, the silver mask was facing Ji Chen, and said lightly: "No need to greet him, you go back and ask your holy master, is it that the Ji family likes to do some tricky things, and when they see that something big is about to happen, they will intervene?" ”

Ji Chen was not annoyed, and was just about to answer, when he heard a Buddha cry: "My Buddha is merciful, and the master of the mourning hall blames that the poor god is also late and should be punished." ”

A monk in a vermilion robe, with auspicious clouds under his feet, staggered forward, with nine ring scars on his head, a string of white jade prayer beads around his neck, and blue and red cloth shoes, with a ruddy complexion and a fat head and big ears.

But before the monk approached to announce the Buddha's horn, another voice sounded, and laughed: "Punishment? How to punish it, tell the Heavenly Palace that there is a bald donkey stepping into the Thousand Petal Lotus Galaxy, how about punishing this? Let's see if Heavenly Palace will make your stinky skin a real stinky skin. ”

The mist was long, and a monk in Chinese clothes stepped on the void, he was in his thirties, his appearance was not handsome, but it was difficult to hide his noble spirit, with Danfeng eyes that made people look at it intently, and a green cloud looming in the mist.

Ji Chen of the Ji family turned his head to look at the two of them, arched his hand casually, and said lightly: "Shinto... Xiangke Temple? Baile Sect? The two Taoist friends haven't consulted yet? ”

"There's no need to ask for advice, there's no need to know, dare to ask the Lord of the Hall of Mourning, why didn't the old monsters from Zhen Mingshe come? At that time, the five were agreed. The Huafu monk of the Baile Sect fell beside Mourning Face, and Qingyun on his head replied casually to Ji Chen, without the slightest politeness.

Ji Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled softly, speechless.

However, the great monk over there responded, and said in a choked voice: "Are you a high god to do it?" Confused by the worship of some mortal fools, do you really think of yourself as a god? Don't forget, the Heavenly Palace not only expels monks, but also doesn't like the evil ways that bewitch sentient beings. ”

Regardless of the small friction between the three of them, he still looked into the distance and replied lightly: "The fellow Daoists of Zhen Ming Society have more important things to do, so the following three need to help." ”

Hearing this, the monk of Xiangke Temple asked playfully: "The master of the mourning hall is so calculating, do you know that we will come?" ”

"If you don't come, will you give up halfway without face?" The mournful tone was still light, and there was no annoyance that was questioned by others.

But the words are indeed domineering, and the meaning is obvious, even if the three of you don't come, faceless can still achieve the goal alone.

Ji Chen smiled: "Are you sure that the Sage Relic and the Yuan Spirit Heavenly Root are there?" ”

The mourning face bowed slightly, and his eyes were still looking into the distance.

The remaining three received a definite answer from the mourning face, and they all secretly made up their minds, and the Chinese-dressed monk of the Baile Sect was puzzled: "Then what are we waiting for? ”

"Wait, wait for the sky to fall..."