Gongliang's face turned pale.

The blood-stained peachwood sword slashed through the air, not hurting the enemy, only drawing runes. A small array with a diameter of several feet appeared on the side of the large array, and the small array was covered with a faint layer of blood mist, but it exuded a grand meaning. Like sharks that have smelled blood, the ghosts have all dropped their original targets and rushed towards this small array. The rest of the great array was clear, like a hole in the bottom of the pool, and a pool of water rushed into the hole.

When they pounced, they were like hungry wolves, but after entering the small formation, they all showed a confused look, and no longer showed their teeth and claws. As soon as the small array lit up, the blood mist in the array was plated on the white shadows, and it was fleeting, making their translucent figures solid. The resentment on these condensed shadows dissolved, and they seemed to have realized something, their faces were serene, and they arched their hands gratefully to Gongliang, and then disappeared into the air.

This change happened very quickly, and at the same time, several resentful ghosts were nourished by the essence blood, and after being tempered, they re-entered the reincarnation. However, there are too many resentful ghosts here, and the transparent figure is squeezed into a white mist, and it is only a drop in the bucket. Small flickering arrays continued, each flickering becoming a little lighter, and in a few moments it faded to the point that only a colorless shadow remained. Gongliang bit his tongue again, and the next mouthful of essence blood sprayed directly onto the small array.

However, after a few back-and-forths, Gongliang was so bloodless that his face was no longer bloodless.

He pinched the trick in his hand, used the secret method, and his true qi skyrocketed, and even the lost essence and blood were replenished for a while. Gongliang Zhi spit out two mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, stabilized a small formation, kicked his legs, and his body rose into the air. Standing in mid-air, Wangjiacun was in his eyes, and he saw the source of the evil qi at a glance, and his heart suddenly sank. The evil qi in the pond in the back mountain is so glued that it is impossible to see the ground clearly, and the talisman on Wei Zhao's body in Gongliangzhi is also in that place.

Before he could fly towards the back mountain, the evil spirit of the back mountain was already coming at him.

Since the sudden birth of the mutation, Gongliang has carried out the evil spell of Shangqing, and the spell runs in the eyes, and can see all kinds of evil delusions that are difficult to see with the naked eye. At this time, he only glanced at the evil qi, and in an instant, his eyes went dark: countless chaotic evil thoughts were entangled in it, and in an instant, thousands of evil qi of different sources flashed; The blood and demonic qi were steaming, and a vibrant joy could be seen in such an extremely evil aura. The contents of the extremely chaotic were compressed in this evil aura that was no more than one person high, unpredictable and chaotic, and mortals who could see this scene would probably immediately go insane.

Gongliang hurriedly lifted the evil curse of Shangqing, Rao was like this, and his head was still like being smashed by a sledgehammer. After such a delay, the evil qi had already arrived not far away, and the black qi shot towards Wangjia Village like a spear.

The black spear slammed straight into the array, and when the two collided, there was silence, only the air vibrated violently. The black qi shattered into hundreds of ways, and the loaches burrowed into the large array, and the golden light was dim everywhere they passed, as if they were pasted with a layer of black mud. The villagers in the formation retreated in panic, watching as the large formation, which was still rock-solid under the siege of the white shadow, shook after the black shadow's blow.

Gongliang settled his mind, his true qi suddenly surged, and a small ruler with a whole crystal body flew out of his sleeve, rising against the storm, turning into a screen to protect the big array.

A sneer came from the black mist.

The voice was extremely strange, like the voices of hundreds of men, women, and children mixed together. As soon as the black mist sounded, the resentful ghosts seemed to have found the backbone, and most of them stopped, no longer running to the small array, but circling around the large array.

Countless white shadows circled around the villagers in the array, with hideous smiles on their faces, and the laughter pierced the eardrums high and low. Their eyes stared at the people in the formation with a bad eyeball, and none of them fell. The more blood a villager has on his hands, the more eyes he gets. San Lang was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, and the laughter in his ears became more and more wrong, turning into a roar when the whip fell on the back of a foreigner, turning into a cry when a shoe kicked into the stomach of a white child, turning into an angry rebuke "Give me back my life", turning into a snicker-

"It's your turn".

San Lang screamed miserably and rushed out of the formation without a head. The big array stopped the ghosts, but not the living, and he ran out of the formation in a few steps. The black mist was like a hook, disemboweling him with a snap of his fingers. In such a thick yin qi, a gray shadow rose from San Lang's corpse, still looking terrified. As soon as the ghost thing with the face of Saburo left the body, it was torn to pieces by the resentful ghosts around it.

It was not only San Lang who was recruited, but more than a dozen people ran out of the big formation in a blink of an eye, and the death was unbearable, and even the soul could not escape. Gongliang thought of something, and shouted: "Ghost calling! ”

The black shadow paused, with the gap between Gongliang Zhi and its cultivation, the mantra technique could not work, but what the Taoist priest wanted was originally this time. With this pause, the white jade ruler swooped into the big array, and the pure yang true qi on the ruler colluded with Gongliangzhi.

Gongliang is good at arranging formations, but the formation path is not strictly speaking, it is not one of the avenues, it is just a "technique". Gongliangzhi's original strength as a Taoist cultivator is still in the Qianyuan True Qi of Qiantian Valley.

Qianyuan true qi, its sex is pure yang, although it is not violent, but it is the most restrained evil ghosts. The condensed true qi enveloped the large array in it, and the ghosts dispersed when they touched it, and the seductive sounds were completely isolated from the outside. The villagers in the formation regained their senses and showed frightened expressions. The large array exuded a brilliant halo, connected with Gongliangzhi, and the Taoist priest stood in this brilliance, his eyes were blazing, and he actually regained his vigor again.

"Dry Heaven Valley......" Ghost Zhao hissed, "for the sake of a few mortals, use the Broken Jade Technique?" Okay, well, after ten breaths, let's see what you can rely on to block this seat! ”

"Ten breaths is enough!" Gongliang Zhi replied fearlessly, "Gongliang Zhizhi of the Poor Road Qiantian Valley, even if he can't take you within ten breaths, he can also get out of trouble with the blue water shuttle given by the master." Do you want to go to the Dry Heaven Valley for a few mortals? ”

As he spoke, Gongliang reached a rising momentum, and the wind around him was churning, like a rain cloud with thunder. The Qianyuan True Qi in the momentum has been able to smash the black mist that has diffused over, and I want to know what kind of thunderous blow it will be after the general trend is completed.

Oni Zhao's body froze, hesitated for a moment, and finally flew away in the opposite direction.

He walked away with the yin and evil of the newborn, and most of the evil qi that enveloped Wangjia Village dissipated, and the rest was like cold frost by the candle, fading away in a few breaths. It was as if the sun was rising, the night fog had dissipated, and the ghosts who had stopped moving since the ghosts had been summoned away were fading away, and the Netherworld was once again separated from the world at a faster rate than when it appeared. There seemed to be a sigh in the air, and Gongliang stared motionlessly in the direction where the demon cultivator had fled, his back straight.

From the appearance of the ghost summoning to the departure, it only took a few breaths from beginning to end, but the danger was evident.

"Dao Chief!"

There was a shout from afar, and I saw Wei Zhao holding a few runes in his hand, striding towards Gongliangzhi. There was an exclamation from the crowd, and the ranger who came running was followed by a black beast that was long and long, and there was a person in his mouth. As soon as the beast saw Gongliangzhi, it turned and ran, and with a few ups and downs, disappeared into the dense forest.

Gongliangzhi frowned, and just wanted to stop it, he felt that his qi and blood were churning, and the effect of the broken jade technique was about to pass. He sighed secretly in his heart, withdrew the white jade ruler, picked up Wei Zhao, and threw the peachwood sword towards the big array.

The wooden sword was plunged straight into the eye of the formation, and there was no fire and spontaneous combustion, if there was another monk who was proficient in the formation path here, he would definitely sigh at how exquisite this hand was. At the beginning, there were two sets of formations, sharing a number of nodes, and now the peachwood sword was inserted, and the Qiankun was reversed, and the evil array had been replaced by another formation.

"I can exorcise the ghosts for a while, but as you can see, the ghosts are not gone!" Gongliang said in a loud voice to the surviving villagers, causing a panicked whisper, "From now on, you must sincerely repent, build an ancestral hall for the white son who died unexpectedly, worship it from generation to generation, and do more good deeds to make up for it, otherwise today's events will be repeated!" ”

After finishing speaking, Bai Yuqi rolled the two of them and flew away from Wangjia Village.

The Ranger froze, as if he didn't understand why they were walking so fast. He exclaimed, "Dao Chief, will you just let them go?" ”

Gongliangzhi opened his mouth, his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Broken Jade Recipe of the Dry Sky Valley is famous for Kunhua, and it can explode its potential within ten breaths after it is activated, so that the beginner level of foundation building can also have a fight with the high level, but after ten breaths, the user will be empty of qi and blood, and even hurt the foundation. Now that ten breaths have passed, the white jade ruler is like a drunken wine, drawing a winding arc in the air, and barely landing safely in the forest not far away. The white halo receded, revealing the face of Gongliang Zhi and the jade ruler below. He raised a hand to stop the frightened ranger, took out the elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Let's go down the mountain." ”

The Taoist priest licked his lower lip, and the blood on his tongue spread on his lips. The blood on those two gray lips was so red that it was piercing red, like rouge rubbed out of nowhere, and the nameless evil fire in Wei Zhao's heart rose suddenly. He felt that the Taoist priest in front of him was so upset that he couldn't wait to choke the other party's neck, pry his teeth open, and suck the essence and blood wasted on the scum himself.

Wei Zhao forcibly suppressed this untimely thought, put on a worried face, and helped Gongliang to walk down the mountain.

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The surviving villagers kept kowtowing on the ground and shouting immortals.

It took them a while to recover and they got up from the ground in shock. The chattering and cries in the crowd gradually subsided, and the villagers' eyes were numb with fright, and they slowly woke up to the joy of the rest of their lives, the grief of losing relatives and friends, the pain of reaping the consequences, and so on.

After such a catastrophe, when the survivors of Wangjia Village completely recover from their horror, some of them will repent and atone for their sins all their lives; There are also people who are unwilling to obey reluctantly, and even soon after, they are full of thoughts and try to repeat the old tricks. This is all something that could happen in the near future. However, the maze left behind by Gongliangzhi hides the mountain village, which makes it impossible for the left demon cultivators to return here, and passers-by from outside will no longer strayed into the village, and the villagers will be trapped in the mountains, and they can only leave after the resentment of Wangjia Village has dissipated - perhaps it will take several generations of efforts.

However, there will be no more generations.

When the villagers were relieved and about to go home, a black mist emerged from a crack in the ground. It didn't leave just now, but attached itself to the ghost and hid in the array. If there is a problem with one formation, the entire maze will be flawed.

The villagers watched the black mist rise higher and higher, and then condensed into a distorted smile, just like the resentful ghost who had just looked at them.

"Ahh

Finally, someone howled uncontrollably, and then wailed and screamed. The white shadows in the netherworld watched coldly as their enemies were shattered, and as their obsessions were dissolved, they became fainter and fainter. Ghosts who have perished with evil thoughts naturally can't #reincarnate, but like the souls who have been tempered, a hearty smile appears on their faces.

None of the villagers in Wangjia Village survived.