Hou Yu is very satisfied that he can help a person in need, not only to help him find his wife, but also to help this little repair leave an upward channel.

Hatred can exist, but if hatred is allowed to blind the mind, it will not be worth the loss.

He is also unforgiving, but he controls his anger value under the system of law and restricts it freely.

The law is not to be obeyed, but to be understood, and he finds himself more and more inclined to do so, and he doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

He suddenly discovered that he had promised Chong Ling to work hard to enter the demon to achieve the strategy of dividing the true nature of the sect, but in fact, he didn't have to do it on purpose.

He was born with the potential to do this, but he used the hedge spirit as an excuse to keep his word.

This accident made him know that his persistence was still meaningful, in this space where yin and yang intersected, there were still all kinds of strange things happening, and when most of the ghost cultivators left, some things began to appear.

He also encountered someone who broke in privately, and Xiu attacked the ghost, just to obtain some kind of pure netherworld power; In the same way, he also saw the encirclement and suppression of the ghosts who broke into human cultivation without permission, just for the wisp of pure yang qi that made the yin soul salivate.

We need each other and prey on each other...... It's just that the scale is not large, and it happens occasionally, which can be regarded as a small wave of the San'in Ghost Festival.

Both sides are considered cultivators, and Hou Yu chose to turn a blind eye to the rivalry between them.

There is also a discovery that he is not the only one who is not in a hurry to go to the main venue of Halloween, and there is also a masked Taoist who is not in a good way, riding a very windy bone dragon, wandering around the wilderness like him, doing the same thing as him.

In fact, in essence, there are no certain rules on how to participate in the San'in Ghost Festival, let alone high and low; There is a reason to go to the main venue, where there are more souls, tens of millions of orders, and of course there are more troubles.

It is the different manifestations of personal ideas in different monks, and the road is boundless, each taking one path.

There were only three days left, and the terrible ghostly howls in the sky were urging more and more urgently, and for a monk like him, the sound was a little noisy, but to those who were dead, the howling represented a different meaning.

They began to desperately return to their hometown, and no longer dared to stay in their hometown, and there was such chaos in one area.

Because of the existence of several mountains in this area, an echo wall effect is cleverly formed; The ghost roar surged back and forth between several mountain bags, and the more urgent the howling sound, the more unclear it was about where the sound waves were coming from.

There are always accidents, and there are not a few places where this happens at the junction of yin and yang, but most of the revenants in the area can come out on their own, only in this place, the terrain is ingenious, and nature naturally forms a similar echo array.

In addition to urging accidents, the whistling sound also has the role of guiding the direction. This is not an obstacle for the practitioner, but it is impossible for ordinary souls in a state of panic, sorrow, and helplessness to identify them correctly.

Like a swarm of headless flies.

Hou Yu discovered this situation for the first time, and immediately began to drive the horse to guide him, and at the same time, the masked Taoist man riding the bone dragon also began his movements, and the two began to divide labor and work together to guide the souls of the dead in this land surrounded by mountains within a radius of 100 miles.

For a while, the sword roar and the dragon roar resounded in this sky, gradually overshadowing the ghost roar, and hundreds of thousands of dead souls were gathered, converged, and then began to drift in a fixed direction under the guidance of the dragon chant and the sword roar.

I don't know what will happen to the souls if they don't make it to Halloween, but it's not a good thing.

Under the tacit guidance of the two, hundreds of thousands of souls floated out of this valley area, and in order to prevent any more misgoers, the two escorted them all the way; The undead are also very cooperative, like an army of the undead, mighty and spectacular.

There were no more than two days left, and escorting these undead back to the venue for the final ritual was perfect.

This time, he didn't see many ghosts and ghosts, and he didn't know anyone to make friends, but in terms of mood, he felt that it was meaningful, and it was much better than being a stake at the Halloween venue.

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...............

Two days away from their team of undead souls, who were on their way, on the endless wasteland, the souls were crowded, and when viewed from the sky, it was like a gray wave, covering the field, dense and endless.

In the center, a huge black altar was crowded with hundreds of ghosts. If it is an army and stands solemnly, such a scene will be very solemn, but the problem is that ghosts cannot stand still.

Their bodies have no permanent shape, the wind blows, swaying with the wind, plus the ancient style robe worn in order to show their identity, the high crown is awarded, obviously not moving, but showing a very strong sense of movement under the wind.

A group of Taoists stood on a dirt bag, watching from a distance, here are all monks belonging to the Daomen inheritance of the Splendid Continent, one faction, and there are dozens of them.

Because the realm is limited, although they can't represent their respective Dao systems, they are standing here together, which is itself a posture of dominating the common people.

There are other people who cultivate, Buddhism and Demons, and so on, there is no such group as them, but they are scattered everywhere, looking down on the performances of the ghosts in the underworld, everyone is thinking, it is finally over, it is really boring.

"Ghosts dance, ghosts dance...... I'll be honest, I really want to throw a big flame into it, that's the real atmosphere."

A Taoist frowned, his name is Gao Yunqi, a Taoist from Qimen, Qimen is also one of the most powerful Daomen in the Splendid Continent.

In fact, it's not just him, everyone here can't accept this kind of beauty of the underworld, these are the things that I have been looking at all day long in the past few days, and it is really like a year, three autumns a day.

"If you are born in the sun, you will end up, and it doesn't matter if you die and return to the underworld. The sun and the earth are similar, only when drifting in a foreign land.

These yin ghosts are doing the underworld as a career, which is very ridiculous. 「

This is Yang Yanzheng, a monk of Wumen, and Wumen is also the top Daomen in the Splendid Continent, so who speaks first and who answers later is very particular in the Daomen system; Basically, according to the order in which they spoke, they can accurately distinguish the strength of the Dao Sect behind these people, which is generally good.

On the gray altar, hundreds of ghosts shook in unison, like the wind blowing wheat waves, singing loudly,

....... Heaven and earth, good and evil come from the heart, and death and life are confused. Realize the family relationship, forget to show your hands in front of the street. Plain, poor and weak, let the clouds and water, travel and float. Hold on to the will, keep the sky for a long time, forever. If the old sins are about to disappear, the sages and sages will be ........

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