The spirit of the lamp stopped, still hunched over, and then vanished little by little.

Si Mingqin really found that Mu Liu was not the only one who knelt down, as far as his divine sense could see, except for the cultivators who had entered the meditation, everyone in the ghost city was kneeling, and some even prostrate on the ground, which looked really ridiculous. But Si Mingqin really didn't laugh, he realized that a very serious and unknown major event was about to happen in the ghost market, and he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and hurriedly asked Mu Liu what was going on.

Mu Liu raised his hand and pulled him, motioning for him to kneel.

But the mage's bloodline is naturally noble, and Si Mingqin Zhen has received no concept of "kneeling" in the education he received since he was a child, even if a god descends to the world.

So among the tens of thousands of people, he was the only one who stood proudly, opened his true eyes, and looked up at a certain place in the sky.

In the direction that Si Mingqin's true gaze pointed, a faint green lightning fell from the sky, splitting the deep night of the black market, but there was no sound, just like the creator added a rich color to his canvas at random, visually impactful, extremely terrifying!

The world shrouded in darkness seemed to be torn apart, and it was this rift that turned into a strangely colored lightning bolt in the sky, connecting the sky and the earth, full of violent power, and sweeping the ghost city in an indescribable way. Countless unsuspecting insects burst into pieces for no reason, and some of the human races who were not good at cultivation endured the severe pain of being torn apart and ran the exercises to protect their bodies, because their flesh was cracked one after another, their blood and qi were overflowing, and their vitality was rapidly draining, which was shocking.

The trail of lightning was still there, and the green light had not dissipated.

The bizarre little world where the ghost market is located seems to be infused with crazy elements, the weather is chaotic, the wind and clouds are unpredictable, the four seasons are flowing in a snap of a finger, and the wind, frost, rain and snow are changing rapidly, which is dizzying.

At that time, a wisp of cold breath was generated from nothingness, either from the earth or from the outer void, and lightning descended on the ghost market, carrying the power of ghosts and gods, blowing through every corner like the wind.

The rain and snow stopped suddenly.

Ice is hung on the eaves.

As if a god had descended into the world, a supreme absolute will permeated the heavens and the earth, and all things could only bow their heads and bear great pressure in silence.

The vision of the regeneration of the canopy of heaven split by lightning, the clouds gathered in all directions, tumbling wildly, taking on the shape of a disk.

A short time later, a full blood-red moon appeared, hanging in the sky.

There is light in the ghost market, but it is blood light.

All this seems even more unreal.

"Like eyes. ”

It was Si Mingqin Zhen who spoke, at this time he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face was pale, he looked very weak, and the solid floor under him was densely cracked, like a spider web, and he who refused to give in was subjected to special care.

Si Mingqin really asked weakly, "Are you okay?"

Mu Liu, on the other hand, was standing, his feet turned into roots and stuck in the ground, not moving at all, and he could not see that he was hurt by the appearance.

"Can't die. ”

"Thank you. Si Mingqin really got up from the ground, looked at Mu Liu, and there was a light in his eyes that seemed to admire.

Mu Liu waved his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, smiled hard, and said again: "We have to go back." ”

Si Mingqin looked puzzled and asked, "Will you just go back like this?"

"The moon is out, the ghost market is about to be closed and locked, and the person I want to see won't come out to see me now. If we don't leave, we won't be able to go out until three months. ”

Mu Liu turned his head to look at the corner of the wall and said, "Unless you want to stay and eat these things for food." ”

Following Mu Liu's line of sight, Si Mingqin really saw a basin-sized insect crawling over in the shadow of the corner, and couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps all over his body, and quickly shook his head.

Mu Liu explained, and Si Mingqin really didn't continue to ask, it was not easy to come all the way, and he was still a little unwilling in his heart.

At this time, a large number of ghost market disciples emerged from all corners, one by one out of the dark shadows, bathed in the blood-colored moonlight, their expressions were solemn and very religious, showing a sense of sacred ritual. They gathered in an orderly open place, facing the blood moon and began to worship, chanting scriptures with great momentum and an extremely spectacular scene.

Si Mingqin really didn't expect that there were so many people hidden in the underground ghost market in Xining alone, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw an endless stream of ghost market disciples walking by.

"The book says that the ghost market changed its name for a period of time and was not called the ghost market, but what was the Moon God Cult, but it was later suppressed by the school city, so it gave up that name. I think the moon worship is very good, much more elegant than the ghost market, the ancestors are nosy and careless, and they have to beat people back to the prototype. ”

After hearing this, Mu Liu glanced up at the blood moon and was suspicious, "Is that so?"

"It can't be fake. ”

The disciples of the ghost market bathed in the moonlight were reborn, and it was difficult to hide their joy under the solemn ceremony, and when they passed by Mu Liu's side, they all stopped and put their hands together, bowing their heads to show respect, their attitude was sincere, and they were much more sincere than the stewards of the Linglong Pavilion.

Si Mingqin was really surprised, frowned, and said, "You, a young master with the blood of the Mu Clan, have an unusual status in the ghost market. ”

Mu Liu smiled, didn't speak, and looked down at his feet slowly returning to their original state.

Si Mingqin Zhen said: "This time you came to the ghost market, you didn't just come for those few things. ”

Mu Liu felt that it was almost over, so he pulled his left foot out of the black ground first, and said casually: "I never came to the ghost market to buy things. ”

Si Mingqin really paused and didn't make a sound, frozen in place and motionless.

Mu Liu's casual words revealed unusual information, and after it was transmitted to Si Mingqin's ears, it stimulated infinite associations, and was analyzed into multiple deep meanings. In an instant, thousands of thoughts came to Si Mingqin's mind, and he caught a trace of mystery in the dark.

The disciples of the ghost market are just a part of the sale, they serve the king in different capacities and forms to pay off debts, and obtain the opportunity to be promoted through trials, and the one who stands out is eligible to inherit the inheritance of their predecessors, take over the shop and become the treasurer, or be promoted to a priest of a transcendent position to preside over the overall situation.

In addition, the free will of the ghost city is the ancient miracle that remains in the ghost city, among which the three thousand incarnations of the Imperial Venerable under the throne of Hades are widely known, they shuttle through the void, travel the underground world in various guises, and maintain the normal operation of the major ghost cities, which will remain unchanged for eternity.

The previous wisp of aura that surpassed all kinds was the three thousand incarnations of the Imperial Venerable, if it weren't for Mu Liu stepping forward, with the help of the Mu Clan's innate supernatural powers and his mysterious body to carry the impact of the power of ghosts and gods for Si Mingqin Zhen, I am afraid that a generation of rune sons would fall in the ghost market today.

The Venerable of the Imperial Realm belongs to the lost civilization of the ancient gods and has no way to verify it. In the eyes of outsiders, the three thousand incarnations of the Venerable of the Imperial Realm are just gods made up out of thin air by the disciples of the ghost market to support the façade. Before that, Si Mingqin was really skeptical. It wasn't until today that he encountered an absolute power that he was powerless to resist in the ghost market, and he changed his perception and began to believe that myths were not entirely stories fabricated by the ancients, and that those gods that were beyond the comprehension of the human race were very likely to have really existed.

Breaking down the preconceived notions can have a very profound impact on the practice and is of great significance. From now on, the ancient gods will be an unavoidable existence in the process of cultivation, and the blessings and disasters are unpredictable.

Moreover, all mages have been tempering their divine thoughts since they were young, and they know that their mental arithmetic deduction ability is not comparable to mortals, and the archmages with a high realm can even guess the will of heaven in one step. Today's trip to the ghost market, Si Mingqin's mind was really open, and when he thought about it together, he couldn't help but calculate.

Thousands of complicated thoughts flickered, and the conclusions drawn from various deductions all pointed to the same direction, and the heavens were in sight.

However, in the next moment, Si Mingqin was really stunned, and he couldn't regret it.

Perhaps because he had touched a forbidden area hidden by an unknowable mysterious existence, Si Mingqin really felt an emotionless gaze swept across his sea of knowledge, planting a trace of murderous intent, and in an instant, great fear arose in his heart.

The real mortal danger is always not felt, and if it exists, it means that there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

But how do you fight for this?

The events of last night are vivid, in the face of the crisis caused by the Six Souls Seal, Si Mingqin, who is not good at fighting, can still barely resolve it with all his strength, but the situation he is facing at this time is even more severe. An unfathomable and mysterious being easily penetrated his sea of consciousness, a threat that transcended the realm of worldly cultivation.

In order to deal with this level of invasion, Si Mingqin really had a lot of practice, and his sparring teacher was a big man at the same level as Master Yuheng. However, the power contained in this gaze was not weaker than the wisp of cold breath that the three thousand incarnations of the Imperial Venerable had left in the ghost city. It is conceivable what a state its owner has reached.

Curiosity killed the cat, Si Mingqin really deduced the heavenly opportunity without authorization, offended Shengwei, and failed to hide his traces, and was glanced at by the other party, committing a big taboo. In the face of absolute power, any resistance is futile. Even if he withdrew his wandering divine thoughts and completely closed the sea of knowledge, it could not eliminate the killing intent planted by the other party. I am afraid that it is difficult to do the many defensive means that have been built in the field of consciousness in a hurry. At this time, he was far away from the Iron Wood Cliff, left and right, and even if there was a slim chance, he didn't know where to start.

Repeated deductions could not resolve the crisis, and even if he was a son of runes, he felt powerless. In desperation, Si Mingqin really gave up saving himself. Both horizontal and vertical were unable to escape death, but they calmed down, simply stopped resisting, and were fearless.

In the face of the impending fatal blow, Si Mingqin's true knowledge was wide open, exposing all his secrets without concealment.

He remembered a lot of people, a lot of things, especially what had happened recently.

The luck and misfortune of this period seem to be related to Mu Liu.

But how can you blame him?

This catastrophe that occurred in the realm of consciousness came suddenly, and Mu Liu couldn't feel it, even if his soul was scattered into an empty shell, Mu Liu might not know what was going on.

Eventually I will be a memory.

Leaving my identity behind, will anyone remember me?

Except for my father, I am afraid that no one will miss him for a long time. It won't be long before I will be forgotten by the world.

In the sea of knowledge, Mu Liu ran alone in the forest to avoid the hunting of soul beasts, which was really distressing to watch.

So stubborn and lonely person, those times in the Wounded Qi Forest will become memories that he will cherish for the rest of his life.

Thinking that he will be remembered, my heart is not so sad.

Maybe Mu Liu will go to the other side of the starry sky instead of himself, so what regrets do you have in this life?

Well, die to die!

At this moment, two rays of light fell into Si Mingqin's true sea of knowledge almost at the same time......