"I think what these yin things do, I'm afraid it may not be as simple as Halloween?"

Jinmen monk Du Changqing snorted coldly, not only he has such a feeling, in fact, most people have such a feeling, and it is not the impression that this Halloween has caused them, but the subtle influence of a hundred years.

Daomen is suspicious of this, but after all, Yin and Yang are separated, and this is a thing that cannot be verified.

One of the things that touched them the most was the attitude of these ghosts towards ordinary ghosts.

Over the centuries, changes have been carried out bit by bit, and the good attitude of the ghosts in history has long been a thing of the past, and it has slowly evolved into the present as if it were a slave pig and dog, especially on such a large occasion as the San'in Ghost Festival, even if the ghosts are deliberately covering up, but some things cannot be hidden.

In the Netherworld Underworld, the significance of the massive number of dead souls to these ghosts in the underworld is equivalent to that of ordinary people in the Yang World to cultivators, and for those who have been implementing the principle of equality between cultivators and mortals, they are a little dissatisfied with the behavior of these ghosts.

From this, it is not difficult to judge the current bad situation in the prefecture, which may not be clear, but the direction and trend are clear.

Gao Yunqi sneered, "These ghosts and ghosts are wantonly picking up yang qi, which is beyond the scope of normal cultivation, and there is a suspicion of pulling out seedlings to help them grow in their cultivation concepts, I don't know the purpose of their actions.

The underworld is an alternative paradise, who fights with them? The environment that has not changed for thousands of years, so eager to strengthen yourself, for what? 「

These ideas are also not his own ideas, but come from the elders; The old guys have doubts, but they can't confirm it, so they can only watch and wait.

It's a very passive situation, and there is no better way.

Originally, they only listened to the occasional talk of the elders of the sect, but now that they actually participated in the Halloween Festival in person, they realized that what they said was true, just like now, the so-called high platform sacrifice method is actually to transfer yang energy from a large number of dead souls.

The revenant soul is connected to the underworld, which has a limit to withstand yang energy; Generally speaking, with twelve years as the boundary, more than twelve years, the soul of the dead is completely undergone, that is a trace of yang energy does not dare to touch, it will die if it is touched, and it will die if it touches it.

But if it is a new soul of the dead within twelve years, there is still the possibility of carrying a trace of yang energy, of course, it refers to the current place where the yin and yang realms intersect, and when these dead souls return to the underworld, except for a very small number of those who have been transformed by yang energy, most of the dead souls will lose that trace of yang energy.

It is in this way that the ghosts and ghosts extract a large amount of yang energy, and this yang power transformed through the soul is far faster and much faster than they can absorb directly.

Therefore, you can kindly understand that the San'in Halloween Festival is to provide these new souls with an opportunity to look back at the yang world;

But it can also be maliciously understood that these ghosts are just tools for their own cultivation, scattering them to absorb yang energy, and then transforming them into these ghost masters through ritual rituals.

The amount of yang energy that a revenant can withstand is extremely limited, almost negligible, but if the amount reaches a certain limit, it is also a terrifying amount.

There are billions of people in the Splendid Continent, how many people will leave in 12 years? An astronomical amount!

Every twelve years, a group of ghosts and ghosts come to harvest again...... It may be for the sake of practice, but it doesn't seem to be able to do it.

Is there any other threat to the underworld besides these unarmed souls?

Today, it has come to the last day of the Twelve Heavenly Ghost Festival, and in batches, the yang energy in the bodies of the massive revenants has been harvested, but there is still the last batch of revenants who have not returned.

In terms of quantity alone, hundreds of thousands of revenant souls are really nothing compared to the total amount of hundreds of millions, and even if they can't absorb this part of the yang energy in the end, it won't affect the fundamentals.

But if it is for the completeness, festivity, and fulfillment of a festival, it may be nothing.

Although the ghosts have no face, they are precisely the best face.

The ghostly roar on the altar became more and more poignant, threatening, urging, intimidating, forcing the last group of dead souls to run wildly.

This is a family affair of the ghosts of the underworld, and no one repairs to stop them; fact

More than 100 monks from various sects on the mainland are also looking forward to ending all this as soon as possible.

I've been in this place for a long time, and even my mood is dim.

Compared to the other groups of revenants who had gathered early, the last group of souls obviously couldn't be explained by not listening to the command, and in this regard, the ghosts knew very well that they knew the current realm where yin and yang intersected, but this was not a reason to forgive.

In such a grand festival, there are many people who are scrutinizing and watching, and hundreds of millions of ghosts are watching, and the most important process of the entire ceremony has to be rearranged, which is intolerable for ghosts who don't like to use their brains very much.

In such an atmosphere, from a distance, a team of hundreds of thousands of ghosts and ghosts finally appeared in everyone's sight, running crookedly, procrastinating, but they could barely see the formation.

The number of hundreds of thousands seemed staggering, but it was small to the large array they were about to merge into.

In charge of this San'in Ghost Festival is a batch of bull-headed horse noodles, a batch, more than a dozen, not a pair; In the perception of mortals, it seems that the underworld is a pair of bulls and horses, which is not right.

The bull head and horse face are more like a title for the official position of the prefecture, rather than a specific few; They all look alike, gloomy, and ugly, which is seen in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of monks, there is still a difference between these ghosts.

But the specific difference in status and position is not something that human cultivators can understand, after all, there are ten ghost halls in the underworld, and the career system is a mess in the eyes of outsiders.

These ghosts led hundreds of ghost soldiers, and they were the leaders of this San'in Ghost Festival.

The ghost howling suddenly became high-pitched and sharp, and even human cultivators could hear the anger in it, and then, a bull head came out of the crowd,

The halberd pointed to each other, "One is the loss of the promise, the second is the late return, the third is the chaos of the rules, and the fourth is the violation of the law!"

The ten halls of Yama are in strict order, and you are not waiting for the yin time. Tired of waiting for no reason, almost missed the auspicious time, what should be the crime?"

As if singing, hundreds of ghosts and ghosts on the altar behind shouted in unison, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The bull head laughed fiercely, flipped in his hand, and a hundred-zhang long black soul splitting whip had appeared in his hand, and when he swirled in the air, the sound of the whip flower bursting was like muffled thunder.

The next moment, the long whip rolled and threw it at the souls floating in front, just looking at the castration, if you really hit it, I am afraid that thousands of souls will be scattered under the whip.

When it was too late, a black horse suddenly accelerated and suddenly snatched up from the team, faster than the black horse, it was a cold sword light!

The flying sword came in an instant, and it passed through the vital place of the bull's head accurately, and the underworld yin, where had I seen such a thunderbolt method, I was at a loss, and I was cut into ashes!

The black horse rushed to the front of the line, and the knight pulled it, and the front hooves were raised high, and the horse neighed!

A man on horseback held a long sword upside down, eagle eyes ringed, and a halberd in one hand pointed to the altar, silent and self-assured!

…... Take the steam as the sword, and the green edge plays the sound.

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