[The book continues from the above, the last book said that after escaping from death, he was unwilling to return to the path of immortality, and when he was desperate, he said goodbye to the water god of Dianchi Lake, and went to travel the world. But the water god of Dianchi Lake told him a cruel reality, that is, Juexian couldn't swim to the spiritual cave of the blessed land at all. And Mu Qingming, who was far away in the alley of Shala in the city, also asked some clues from Long Gu's mouth, which were clues about the purpose of Changshengdao's attack on the ghost city of Happy Horse Mountain, for the sake of the native spleen. Drawing out Mu Qingming's thoughts, Aunt Tie searched and looked through the evil books overnight, and finally found the records of lovesick tears and native spleens in the immortal Dao evil book that recorded the way to create a ghost fetus. Tie Hua, who had already gone to Happy Horse Mountain, saw that there was no grass growing on Happy Horse Mountain after the mountain fire was extinguished, and it was impossible to have any more clues. 】

The night breeze crossed the towering walls in all directions and wandered aimlessly through the city, blowing away the heat that had been left of the day. But in addition to the shara alley where the yin air is diffused, there is also the alley near the middle of the east and west temple towers, which is not only cooler because of nightfall, but also a little cold.

The night breeze blew through the alleys, and in an instant it became a cold wind. After blowing out of the alley, it returned to its normal slight coolness, and it was no longer so biting.

There is an array of eyes here, and the dragon qi that has not been fully refined will always overflow. The night is also very cold. But unlike the gloomy of Shala Lane, although it is cold here, it is not terrifying and weird.

Sitting alone in the alley, Aunt Tie at home has not rested. A lone lamp beside her quietly accompanied her sitting in the main room, waiting for Tie Hua, who went to Happy Horse Mountain to check the situation, to go home.

Under the flickering of the lamp, several shadows shook a few times on the wordless tablet in front of the shrine behind her. When the lights are set, the smooth surface of the tablet is illuminated by the light and has a faint reflection, which is soft and not dazzling, and at the same time, it seems that the surface of the tablet is even smoother.

Just when Aunt Tie was having nothing to do, Mu Qingming's thoughts happened to come over. Aunt Tie, who was sitting in the middle of the main room in front of the shrine, fell into deep thought when she heard this. She thought back to the transmission, thinking back to what she had been reading from the evil book lately.

It's just that there is too much information, and she can't remember this native spleen for a while, but she has read it in that evil book. I only remember that whether it is lovesick tears or a native spleen, I have seen it in some evil books of the Immortal Dao, and it is indeed recorded.

Aunt Tie, who still had no clue after thinking about it, also said to Mu Qingming with her mind: "It can't be alchemy, right?" ”。

The native spleen is not only something that is known only to the Tao of Immortality, this unique organ is also commonly known as the zombie iron spleen, this spleen is extremely hard, harder than iron. It can automatically secrete a rich and pure earth aura, thereby strengthening the skin and bones of the earth. Some auxiliary and enrichment pills refined by other people, such as pills that enhance the hardness of the skin, flesh and bones of cultivators, are mostly made of native spleen.

After the refined pill is taken, over time, the skin and flesh of the person who takes it will be harder than ordinary people, and even some people can eat a pair of copper heads, iron arms and steel and iron bones just by relying on this kind of pill, and they are invulnerable to knives and guns.

It is precisely because this thing is a treasure that today, the natives are almost exhausted. Perhaps after a long time, the Turen will only exist in some ancient records, but it will be difficult to see again.

And many years later, when Mu Qingming, whose hair is a little gray, accompanies his children and grandchildren to watch TV, when he sees the third baby of the gourd baby appearing, he will always involuntarily think of the local spleen. He smiled at the TV screen first, and the laugh lines filled the corners of his eyes and mouth in an instant. Immediately after that, he would think of the ghost city lord again, and the laugh lines disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel sad for a while.

At this moment, after being reminded by Aunt Tie, Mu Qingming in the distance thought about it for a while, and felt that it was really possible, so he sent a message to Aunt Tie: "This is really possible; In this case, please pay attention to these things recently for both my aunt and uncle. Changshengdao attacked Happy Horse Mountain at this time in order to get these two things. This is obvious, the next step or the final action of the Immortal Dao will definitely use these two things. If we can find a use for the path of immortality, then we can plan for it. ”。

"Well, I'll look it up." After saying this, she disconnected Aunt Tie, who was connected to Mu Qingming's divine sense, slowly stood up, lifted the oil lamp on the table, and strode towards the study.

The light moved as she moved towards the study. Darkness came and engulfed the main house little by little, and finally it was completely enveloped.

Aunt Tie, who entered the study, went to the bookshelf without saying a word, found all the evil books stored in their house one by one, took them out, put them on the bookcase one by one, and then read them at night.

Outside the window, all kinds of insects that don't know where to hide in the darkness chirp one after another in the night. The jagged sound of insects could not disturb the iron aunt in the house.

Focused, her eyes always revolved around the book released on the table in front of her.

To say that this path of immortality is not only unfathomable in evil arts, but even the passwords on those evil books are endless. So far, the people who lock the dragon can decipher the content, but only one-fifth of the content.

flipped through it, but there was no record of the native spleen and lovesick tears.

Aunt Tie was suspicious for a while, frowning slightly; She clearly remembered that a few days ago in an evil book, she swept past the records of the local people's spleen and lovesick tears, but when she was looking for it, she couldn't find it for a long time.

After a moment, she calmed down again, and continued to look patiently at the scrolls on the table.

Before she knew it, she had already flipped through more than a dozen evil books, and then picked up another evil book that she hadn't read yet.

It was a human skin evil book made by the Immortal Dao, and it was the same evil book that recorded the evil art of creating a ghost fetus.

Aunt Tie took advantage of the faint light on the lampstand, and after looking through it for a long time, she finally saw two patterns in the book. One is a spleen-like pattern, made of lines and unstained.

The other pattern is a pattern like water droplets. But with the secret medicine of tattooing, it was dyed red, like a drop of blood.

At first glance, it really looks like a drop of red blood.

The strange runes on the side, under Aunt Tie's attentive and careful look, interpreted the runes one by one according to the previous method of interpreting the ciphertext. What is recorded on this page is the toxicity and extraction method of acacia tears, as well as the efficacy and method of cutting the spleen of the native people, and how to make the sharp weapon of cutting the spleen of the native people, and even what kind of metal is used and what proportion is used in forging.

Seeing all this, Aunt Tie couldn't help but open her eyes, leaned her back back, and couldn't help but gasp when she leaned back on the back of the chair slightly.

Judging from the records in the evil book, the Immortal Dao's understanding of these two things has long surpassed that of the Dragon Lock Man. This is what surprised Aunt Tie......

After the fire was extinguished, there was no grass on the Happy Horse Mountain.

Liu Yang's strange purple flame turned all the plants and trees in the mountain into ashes in a few moments, and there was not even a piece of scorched wood left. Only a lot of pitch-black powder was left, scattered all over the mountain.

As soon as the night breeze blew, there was still a residual warm and warm powder that raised black wind and sand with the wind.

After converging in the city, Tie Hua and Miaobi made a shrink of the ground into inches, and teleported to the top of Happy Horse Mountain, but what they saw was a barren land.

Not only is there no ghost market, but there are also no tall pine forests that used to flourish. As far as the eye could see, all that remained of the mountain under the night sky was bare, and the scorched black and black powder all over the place.

The powder everywhere makes Tie Hua and Miaotian imprint a series of footprints on the road they take every step they take.

They circled around the top of the mountain, and found nothing but the faint evil aura remaining in the soil. And not only does the ghost market no longer exist, but even the people in the ghost market are not alive or dead.

and the ghost city lord who is a native of the earth, is also gone.

Along with the ghost city and the entire mountain forest, everyone disappeared into thin air under the engulfment of flames.

According to their reasoning, once the ghost market is attacked, it will never be captured and sit still. A vicious battle is inevitable. But if it was a vicious battle, there would definitely be traces of blood spilling the mountains and forests, and corpses were everywhere, but now all that was left in front of Tie Hua and Miaobi was the barren and bare mountains, and the ground was full of powder.

"Uncle Tiehua, it's as if all the combustibles in the mountain have been burned by flames." Finally stopped, and with the deep-eyed Tie Birch standing in the middle of the mountaintop, he bent down and picked up a little black powder at his feet. Suddenly, there was an afterglow that had not yet cooled.

This is like the ink at the bottom of the cauldron that has just been put out from the stove where the flame has just been extinguished, and the residual temperature is still there, and it is as black as ink.

Tie Hua didn't answer, just continued to look around.

"That way, we won't be able to find any traces." Some of the lost Miao straightened up, and sighed as he shook off the ashes.

In the faint sigh, as an old dragon locker with rich experience, Tie Hua had already seen the clues. Shaking his head slowly, he denied the wonderful pen and said, "Who said that this ash is the trace left by the flames produced by some kind of magic." ”。

After listening to his words, Miaobi smiled bitterly, then sighed, and said, "But what does this mean? Can we know from this that the Immortal Dao has made this place what it is today? And what did they get by attacking the ghost market? Did you succeed? We don't know anything about that. ”。

After that, the very discouraged Miaobi squatted down, stared at the powder all over the ground in front of him, and meditated.

Although I was a little discouraged and disappointed, I still didn't want to give up. But the soul breath here is gone, and it seems to have been burned by the flames. Even the bones were not left, and naturally there was no corpse qi, which made it impossible for the magic pen to use his own depiction of ghosts.

Tie Hua turned his head to look at him, suddenly smiled indifferently, and asked rhetorically, "Have you forgotten what we do?" ”。

These words stunned the wonderful pen squatting on the ground. When he looked up at Tie Hua, there was a flash of confusion in his eyes.

"We are dragon lockers, we can summon spirits." Tie Hua, who withdrew his gaze from Miaobi's face, looked at the ground in front of him, and after a little thought, he guessed the distress of Miaobi, and said, "It's not a soulless breath, but hidden deep underground. This is supposed to be a kind of thaumaturgy for the disciples of the ghost city, and the moment their physical bodies die or die, the soul is instantly out of the body. It's just that it doesn't come out of the seven orifices, but it comes out of the spring hole under the soles of the feet, and it can quickly seep into the dust and underground rocks and hide it. ”。

At this point, Tie Hua, who was eager to try, clenched his fingers into fists with both hands and made a clicking sound on his joints. At the same time, he swung his head from side to side, and there was also a sound on the neck joint.

Did the Iron Birch conjuring go well? And what can you ask? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.