"Why do I feel like the lotus lantern is like a myriad of little eyes staring at me densely, wanting to eat my flesh?" Changting flapped his wings and asked Hua Pei Qingyu how they felt?

The chamber was huge, and there was a faint sound of crushing bones and grinding them into powder from the corners, and white smoke and black smoke were scurrying and drifting around the chamber in various postures, as if they wanted to escape from this place where they had nowhere to suffocate, even though they were only in a form and nothing was known.

Chest tightness, shortness of breath, palpitations...... Can't breathe, no oxygen......

In the middle of the ceiling of the secret room is a larger lotus seat equivalent to that used by the Bodhisattva for cultivation, but it emits a miserable white light, gloomy like a pair of hungry wolves laughing at the black shadows scurrying in the secret room, white shadows, no matter how they escape, they can't escape the fate of doing things.

A blood-red mist began to rise faintly on the edges of the blood pool, and the huge lotus platform also became inky black, hanging in the suffocating crimson world, white shadows, black shadows struggling violently, roaring, shouting, clutching their throats to relive the moment of death over and over again.

A quarter of an hour later,

The wind blew in the secret room, and the howling of the wind was like a fierce beast roaring at the lotus platform with its head raised, but at this moment, the lotus platform turned into a holy flower of Buddhism to wash away the sin, and thousands of stars fell into the white shadow and black shadow.

"Actually, that's a part of them, and the water lilies rob them of their goodness." Ghostly.

"Why?" Hua Pei Qingyu asked.

"Gain the power of faith, or merit, and achieve a new life. Merit is a very precious thing for a cultivator, and with merit in hand, he can offset the things that he has to do against the heavens without having to suffer the punishment of heaven. "Hell, strange.

Hua Pei Qingyu recast his gaze into the distance, falling, the crazy white and black shadows, like crawling ghosts, the breath that wants to live, the greedy magic laughter, the cruelty of fighting each other for the white starlight, the vivid interpretation, where it looks like a shadow, it is a real reproduction.

Water lilies want to get merit and achieve new life? That's what ghost is about.

The lotus platform returned to its whiteness, and the blood mist fell into the dry pool of blood like a river again, kicking off the next repetition.

The blood mist dissipated, and the line of sight widened, and Hua Pei Qingyu saw a person lying on a large altar, and that person didn't need her to come close to see her to know that it was Xiao Rong Wuxian.

Hua Pei Qingyu was about to fly over the blood pool to the altar, but was pulled by the ghost Moli beside him: "You don't want to die, this blood pool can't fly over." ”

Ghost Moli took a weapon from his own space and threw it over, but it turned into powder above the blood pool and was absorbed by the blood pool: "This is the ghast soul water taken from the confluence of the Huangquan Lethe River, no matter the dead or alive, it can be devoured by it."

Moreover, the man on the altar has no soul and no soul, and has been entered by all evil spirits.

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"You say he's dead?"

Only the dead will be seized by others, just like the seizure of cultivators.

Ghost Moli shook his head, he didn't know that there were thousands of cultivation methods in this world: "If you want to fuse all evil and fierce souls into one, you must have a soul with extraordinary mental strength of the purest and most benevolent mind, and this person has also fused with the hideous."

Hideous, an ancient beast, both good and evil, it all depends on the mood, it all depends on the people it meets. This man is the best vessel for fusing all evil spirits. Only he can be drawn and fused by all evil spirits, and you can't stop it. ”