The years have passed, and I don't know how many hundred years have passed. Even the once lively Tianshan Mountain is now deserted.

But Bi Mo, who was lying on the altar, had clothes as clean as new!

In the eyes of the little Taoist, the black smoke on Nabi Mo's body was like ink, thick, like the deepest and deepest night. In this dark night, twelve more "black cords" were divided, implicating the twelve girls under the altar.

"Retreat, retreat." The little Taoist priest said nervously.

Seeing such a strange scene, no matter how bold Xu Ruoxue was, she only felt numb in her heart. She has a strong personality, but she is not stupid. Naturally, I understand when I can't be strong.

Xu Ruoxue turned around and left. But unconsciously, she saw that there was an extra layer of darkness on the way back. The black curtain seems to have only a thin layer, which can be penetrated as soon as it is pierced, but it also seems to lead directly to the endless darkness.

To go, or not to go? When she was hesitating, the little Taoist grabbed her hand: "It's the obstacle method, go!" ”

The little Taoist priest pinched the purple micro-trick in his hand, and silently recited the barrier-breaking spell in his mouth, and the copper coin sword was a split, and the black curtain was cut like paper.

Before leaving, the little Taoist priest turned around and saw that the black qi on Nabi Mo's body, which was originally static and substantial, had slowly flowed like flowing water. He was full of regret in his heart: hey, if he knew this, he should never have confided in this bold evil woman in the first place. This is miserable, waking up the Yin God who has been sleeping for hundreds of years. This trip, it's really self-defeating!

The little Taoist pulled Xu Ruoxue to run away in a hurry, but before he took a few steps, Xu Ruoxue thought he was running too slowly, grabbed him with his backhand, and ran away.

No matter how dexterous the little Taoist is in his legs and feet, in front of the real masters of the rivers and lakes, he is still as slow as a snail. This time, he just buried his head in running with all his might, and ran straight so that his heart seemed to jump out.

After running for a while, Xu Ruoxue finally stopped. The little Taoist priest didn't bother to raise his head, and bent over to pant vigorously. Finally eased up, he asked, "Out, out?" ”

"No, I'm sorry, I'm lost."

If a thunderbolt smashes on the spot on a sunny day, the little Taoist priest looks at it, the sky! It's been running for a long time, and it's still spinning around the maze. The straight-line distance from Nabimo is estimated to be, well, thirty or forty steps.

Xiao Dao was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and his hand trembled and pointed at Xu Ruoxue: "I know that you are a road idiot, and I will let you lead the way." I'm also a stupid pig. ”

Xu Ruoxue retorted: "I'm not a road idiot, of course I know the general road." Who remembers the twists and turns here? ”

"I can't remember, I can't remember that you won't tell me!"

Xu Ruoxue finally lowered her head shyly: "I, I thought that as long as I put my heart into it, I would be able to do anything." ”

"Will you have a baby?"

Xu Ruoxue replied without hesitation and firmly: "Yes!" ”

The little Taoist priest sneered: "Is it really possible? Can you have a baby on your own? ”

Does this mean that this girl doesn't have a man's want? Xu Ruoxue was furious and wanted to draw her sword. But the little hand that drew the sword was grabbed by the little Taoist, and as soon as she wanted to break free, she heard a loud shout in her ear: "Go!" ”

Her mind was confused, and she was inexplicably and involuntarily pulled forward by this dead Taoist priest.

After walking for a while, the little Taoist priest who was walking in front suddenly stopped, and Xu Ruoxue asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The little Taoist priest didn't answer, and let out a long sigh.

Xu Ruoxue squeezed him away, turned forward, and at a glance, he was stunned.

In front of her was the hall where the Yi warriors were sacrificed. There was a man standing in the hall at this moment. No, it's not a human, it's a ghost, it's the ancient Yi Bimo.

This is the first time she has seen a ghost clearly with her own eyes!

The years have not left the slightest trace on Bi Mo's body, he is still wearing a magic hat, holding a beast bone staff, wearing a colorful magic robe, on his left hand, there is still a magic fan, on his right hand, there is also a lottery holder. Even his face is lifelike, still old, and still kind!

Bi Mo looked at the pile of bone meal on the ground with a long sigh: "Hey, the years! ”

After this sigh, the magic hat on his body was scattered, the beast bone staff was scattered, the multicolored magic robe was scattered, and the magic fan and stick holder were scattered. All the clothes and accessories on his body changed color in an instant, and quickly turned to gray and powder, and they were sprinkled one after another.

Then his hands, his face, his body, all his skin, slowly but surely withered, like the years that had just stood still, and flowed again. Then, in an instant, a thousand years!

Seeing that he was about to become a skeleton, a large cloud of extremely black and thick black qi suddenly appeared from Bi Mo's body, completely hiding his figure in the darkness.

"Hours!" He sighed again: "Sure enough, it is the greatest divine power in heaven and earth!" ”

Seeing this strange and magical scene happening, Xu Ruoxue only felt bitter in her mouth and numb all over her body, she had never been afraid of the sky or the earth, and she didn't know what fear was, for the first time, she really felt the real fear.

Subconsciously, she grabbed the little Taoist's hand.

The little Taoist priest really didn't disappoint him, his heart was really big, he looked like usual, and it seemed that he was usually used to it.

He stepped forward, put his hand on his chest, bent his waist deeply, and said respectfully: "I have seen the messenger of God, Venerable Bimo. ”

Bi Mo nodded, pointed to the piles of bone meal on the ground, and asked word by word in stiff Chinese: "Warrior, turn to ashes." Years, how long? ”

The little Taoist priest replied: "Hundreds of years have passed, and I really don't know how long it will be. ”

"Where's the Mural Department?"

"I don't know, boy." After thinking about it, he added: "The place where the sacrifice is made in Tianshan is now deserted and no longer inhabited." ”

Bi Mo didn't understand what it meant, but after thinking about it, he suddenly became angry, and his black qi exploded: "Luo Luo, the residence of the Nasu ancestral spirit, the land of the family gods, you can't abandon it." Where is Nemo? ”

The little Taoist priest couldn't understand these words at all, so he could only wait there.

Bi Mo let out a long sigh, and suddenly began to sing in the ancient language, as if he was singing, as if he was chanting, and he was singing and dancing strangely. After dancing for half an hour, he threw himself to the ground and bowed down to the altar.

After tossing for a long time, Bi Mo got up. He said, "A long soul does not live forever." Nie Subimo, lie to me. ”

The little Taoist priest understood, and he replied: "Venerable Bimo, throughout the ages, how many heroes and heroes have been pursuing immortality. But for countless years, who can truly not die? Life and death are insurmountable laws between heaven and earth. Just like the Yin and Yang on the Taiji diagram, although they are relatively compatible, they can never be combined. ”

Bi Mo probably understood what he meant, sighed again, and then pointed at Xu Ruoxue: "Her soul, sacrifice to the family god, for me," he pointed to the top of the cave: "Leave." ”

A very ominous premonition hung over me. Xu Ruoxue was shocked: "What does he mean?" ”

The little Taoist priest sighed: "This is troublesome." This Bimo is in perfect sanity, and I have been trying to find a way to avoid conflict with him. Now, it seems, hey. ”

He explains: "Legend has it that the Soul Ritual resurrects a person after death. But that's just a legend after all. According to my master, the Soul Elder Ritual can at most plunge a person's soul into an endless slumber, and it will not achieve immortality at all. Like this Bimo, lying on the altar and sleeping for hundreds of years is actually no different from death. ”

"After being disturbed by us, this Bimo woke up. But in order to keep his sanity intact and live in this yang world, he needs people to continuously dedicate their souls to him through sacrificial rituals. ”

"Because of the restrictions of the Immortal Rite, Bimo can't leave this cave. Without leaving, there is no way to find his people, and there is no one willing to sacrifice himself. So he wants to sacrifice your soul in exchange for the power to leave here. ”

"Ah, what will happen to me after I am sacrificed?" Xu Ruoxue asked.

"Of course you're going to die, you can't die again. When the body dies, even the soul disappears completely. ”

"Silly Taoist, you, you won't really do this, will you?" Xu Ruoxue grabbed the little Taoist's hand and asked nervously.

"Of course I won't. No matter how noble he was in life, he was a ghost after death. I am a Taoist priest of the Tianyi faction, specializing in catching ghosts, how can I help evil ghosts to sacrifice to the living? The little Taoist priest said.

"Thank you, silly Taoist."

"Hey, tell you not to come, you want to come, and if you come, you will make trouble for me." The little Taoist priest sighed.

"Well, in the future, I, I will listen to you about this ghost and god thing." Xu Ruoxue said softly.

Despite being in danger, the little Taoist priest who heard this couldn't help but be overjoyed: Miracle, this evil woman is becoming more and more gentle now!

He was explaining here, and Nabi Mo waited impatiently, and asked, "She, give it to me; You, squire. How? ”

The little Taoist priest leaned over and saluted: "Venerable Bimo, she is mine, that friend." I would like to bring your people here and sacrifice you as your ancestors. ”

Nabimo was furious: "You, disobey me? ”

Hey, the negotiations broke down! The little Taoist priest pursed his mouth: This powerful man is like this, and he always thinks that all living beings in the world should obey him. But I don't want to think about it, even if you are Bimo, the king of the Mural tribe, but I am not from your tribe, why should I listen to you? Not to mention, you are long dead, and your power has long since turned into a cloud of smoke.

The little Taoist priest straightened his waist and said, "She is my friend, and I will not allow you to sacrifice her." Since you are dead, stay here and let your followers be with you forever. ”

Bi Mo said angrily: "The soul of a warrior has been defiled, and it cannot serve." You guys, damn it. ”

As he spoke, he shouted a few strange words, and in an instant, the wind was blowing in the cave, and the black gas was everywhere.

Let's go!

The little Taoist priest took off the gossip mirror from his chest, chanted words in his mouth, pinched his fingers, and shouted "urgent as a law" in his mouth. The gossip mirror emitted a vast white light, and the black air was far away for a while.

Hanging the gossip mirror on Xu Ruoxue's chest, the little Taoist priest commanded "Be careful", and then he clutched the ghost stick in his left hand and the copper coin sword in his right hand, and rushed towards Bi Mo.

The scripture in Bimo's mouth had already been read at this time, and after a loud cry, he pointed with his hand.

As soon as the little Taoist priest was dizzy and his body sank, he felt weak and fell asleep. In his eyes, the darkness suddenly became incomparably lovely, making him want to throw himself into the arms of the darkness.

The little Taoist priest was shocked, what a powerful curse. You must know that he is the body of the sun, and ordinary curses can't get close to him at all. And he is simple-minded, and after 12 years of ascetic cultivation, his Dao heart has been determined. But he was cursed like this!

The head, getting heavier and heavier, a voice echoing in my head: Surrender! Return your soul to the spirits of your ancestors. Surrender! Dedicate your soul to Lord Bimo.

The little Taoist priest knelt on the ground weakly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Na Bimo, reading scriptures in his mouth and shaking the stick holder in his right hand, was slowly walking towards him!