There is no grass on the White Bone Ridge, and the bones can be seen in ten steps.

The gloomy wind swayed through the valley, sending out bursts of ghostly howls, and the haze and mist were mixed and lingered in the valley.

"This is the 'Valley of Wailing,' and it is also a place of sacrifice, and usually the high priest will place the sacrifice on the altar in the valley, and the messenger of the evil god will hear the cry and come and take the sacrifice." Xu Youxiang pointed to the misty valley and said.

Bai Rong stepped on a cliff in a few steps, took a look at the mountain situation with a telescope, and analyzed: "Look at these sharp knife-like peaks, the rush is particularly serious, especially between the right three peaks and the left three peaks, the space between them is narrow, like a sharp blade cutting head-on; There is also a perennial miasma in this valley, and even the mountain roads are full of corpses, white bones, yin qi, dead qi, evil qi, gathered together, fierce, really fierce; In a place like this, if it is used to bury people, it will only take half a year to raise the corpse, and it will definitely become a spirit and harm one party. ”

Yan Yunting said: "Jiuyou has never had any funeral traditions, and no one will come to bury people in the Corpse Soul Realm, right?" ”

Bai Rong said: "The Great Murder Land has many functions, one is to raise corpses, and the other is to suppress souls. The more fierce the pattern, the heavier the evil qi, suppress the evil qi with the evil qi, and rush in phase, and get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Wujie stepped forward and added: "But there is a drawback, if the evil things that are suppressed here are released, the disaster will be out of control. ”

"The Master of the Unprecept also understands Feng Shui?" Bai Rong blinked.

"Heavenly star feng shui, natural laws, Zen Buddhism is profound, why don't I understand?" Wujie said: "In the past, when I was doing asceticism, I encountered a lot of droughts, water ghosts, and walking dragons, and the places where these monsters would be spawned were all poor mountains and bad waters, and evil places. ”

"You mean that there is probably some kind of evil in this mountain?" Yan Yunting asked.

Bai Rong said: "Eighty percent is true, if it was unrestrained, it would have flown out of this mountain a long time ago, so why bother to bewitch people to send a baby to it?" ”

Wujie said, "The high priest in the dungeon must know something. ”

The group walked along the rugged mountain road for about half an hour, and finally stopped at the mouth of an inconspicuous cave.

"The entrance to the dungeon is here, my lords, do you want to go in?" Xu Youxiang asked.

"Too lazy to bother." Yan Yunting walked to the entrance of the cave, stored a true qi, and smashed his fist on the mountain wall next to the cave-

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the entire mountain almost trembled. Yan Yunting clapped his hands: "This palm is enough to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger." ”

Sure enough, before half an hour of waiting, the two blackfriars flew out first.

"Yes, you traitors. Husband. Lewd. woman, you dare to take the initiative to come back...... Huh, and strangers? Elder Ge, what about them?! ”

"Quack! Get the hell out of here! ”

Yan Yunting devoured the gods with one move, grabbed the two black-clothed monks into his palm, and Bai Rong stepped forward to search and successfully obtained two pieces of ghost jade.

"Who dares to trespass on my dungeon!"

Another rebuke came from the mountain, and then, a half-hundred-year-old man holding a black gold scepter led three black-clothed monks to fly out,

Without saying a word, the old man and the monk pinched their hands to unseal it, and blasted out several yin forces in a row, smashing at Yan Yunting and the others.

"Zen!" Wujie raised his palm with one hand, and shook out a Buddha light, canceling out all the yin power, and forcing the old man and the black-clothed monk back to the entrance of the cave.

The half-hundred old man was stunned: "You ...... It's not a ghost cultivator. ”

Yan Yunting threw the black-clothed monk in his hand back casually, and said coldly: "Hand over a thousand ghost jade first, otherwise I will kill you tonight!" ”

"Hmph, mouth crazy—"

"Choke!"

A dragon roared and the sword came out of its sheath, and a white shadow flashed with a lonely light!

Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Cangyuan had already reached his throat, and Lu Gengyao asked coldly, "Yes, or no?" To give, or not to give? To die, or not to die? ”

Sweat flowed from the old man's forehead, "A thousand ghost jade, what's the ...... How could there be ......?"

Bai Rong came up and made a gesture of "eight": "Is there eight hundred?" ”

The old man shook his head.

"Five hundred?" Bai Rong asked again.

The old man still shook his head.

"There are always three hundred!" Bai Rong glared.

The old man said bitterly: "Ghost jade is in this kind of place, at best, it is only a consumable to replenish yin power, even if we are not more than two or three yuan per person......

"Mom. It's so poor, it's okay to kill it. ”

"Slow! Slowly, slowly! Wait! The old man hurriedly begged for mercy, as if he was about to cry: "You adults don't know where it came from, as soon as you come up, you will ask for a price, even if it is death, it is better for me to die to understand?" ”

Wujie stepped forward and was very polite: "Why do you want to worship the evil god?" What ulterior bargain do you have with it? If you are truthfully recruited, you can live, if you lie, you will never recover, and the Buddha will not forgive. ”

"It's-"

"Say!" Lu Gengyao pressed his sword a little closer.

"I say! I say! The old man said quickly: "The purpose of worshipping the evil god is to ensure that the dungeon is not persecuted by ghosts!" He asked me to offer a baby boy to it every moonlit night, otherwise it would ruin our village, I ...... I'm also forced to do it! ”

Yan Yunting glared at the old man coldly: "In addition to coercion, there should be a temptation, right?" ”

The old man's eyes flashed, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no ......"

Yan Yunting used his sword to make two gestures at the old man's dantian, "I will open a hole in your place, and then dig out your ghost baby, it hurts, it hurts." ”

Ruthlessly, the old man's teeth chattered in fright, "I said I said...... The evil god told me that as long as I offered 999 baby boys to it, it would help me condense the primordial god and make me a ghost king. ”

Yan Yunting said coldly: "That's why you built this dungeon to coax the people in the Ten Thousand Ghost City to come here to multiply, but in fact, you are screening baby boys to be offered to the evil gods in the mountains, right?" ”

The old man bowed his head in shame, "Yes......"

Several black-clothed monks' beliefs suddenly collapsed, and they couldn't help but scold: "High priest, it turns out that you have been bewitching us!" "You old bastard! You don't want to die!" ……

Yan Yunting then asked, "What does that evil god look like?" Where's its nest? ”

The old man hurriedly shook his head, "I don't know, I really don't know!" Every time the sacrifice was brought by the messenger of the evil god, the first time I saw the evil god was outside a cave in the Valley of Wailing, and he knelt down to listen, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all!"

"How many baby boys have you supplied it with so far?" Wujie asked.

The old man thought for a moment and gently spit out a number: "It's already three hundred and seventy-one......

Without a precept, he couldn't hide the anger in his eyes, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "This kind of person, the Buddha is difficult to cross." ”

"Poof!"

Yan Yunting stabbed into the old man's dantian with a sword, stirring it fiercely, and the baby was broken.

Price.

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