"How is that possible?"

For Xuanhua's speculation, everyone couldn't believe it.

Meng Yuanzhen looked at his hands and frowned: "I can clearly perceive my own body, if it is a living soul... No way! ”

"Xuanhua is right."

Unexpectedly, Pang Shanhu nodded in agreement, "Actually, from the time we saw those corpses, we may have been tricked. ”

"The corpse... What corpse? ”

Xuanhua suddenly asked.

"It's the ones at the entrance of the village..."

Hou Shun said a word, suddenly thought of something, hurriedly pushed the door, and looked at the entrance of the village with wide eyes.

The corpse that was originally there had disappeared, leaving only the vast ice and snow, but he clearly remembered that the corpse was not far from the entrance of the village.

Everyone has seen it, and their faces are solemn.

"It seems that we have indeed entered the soul bottle!"

They are not stupid, they are just confused by delusions, and in fact many questions can be figured out at a glance.

"Don't rush, let's analyze slowly."

Hou Shun forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Since it is a 'moment', then this place must have its own rules, let's check it and see if there are any omissions." ”

"One, don't look at those villagers, and don't use spells, otherwise they will be attacked, they should have been integrated into the rules of the soul bottle..."

"Second, when the soul burial is unknown, it will be safe to hide in the house, and the forehead can stay awake when it is close to the ground, which should be related to the soul bottle itself..."

"Three, don't leave, otherwise you will be attacked, suck your brain dry, it should be the ghost cultivator..."

"Fourth, the village's yin and yang gossip array is reversed, the ancestral hall disappears, and the village in the mouth of the people is not there, which may be the key to breaking the formation..."

Speaking of this, his brow furrowed more and more, "Damn, I don't have a clue, how do I crack it?" ”

Xuanhua also came to his senses at this time, and said calmly: "Perhaps, we should think from the perspective of ghost cultivation. ”

"It was mentioned in the classics of the lower sect that the ghost cultivation is detached from the yin, the gods and images are unknown, the ghost has no surname, the heaven and the earth have no name, and the yin spirit is not dispersed with its one ambition."

"To put it bluntly, ghost cultivation is helpless, like a caged bird, once it leaves a specific area, it will become an evil thing, and it is more difficult to guard the heart, building a soul bottle is also a feeling that you don't forget to live."

"Therefore, after the death of these people, the remnant souls were ingested into the soul bottle, but they were always acting according to their pre-mortem behaviors, accompanying the ghost cultivator to act here."

"And we are living souls, and a little yang energy has not dissipated, so if we use magic or watch them, we will be discovered."

Hou Shun listened, his face was a little strange:

"Isn't this peek-a-boo?"

"yes!"

Xuanhua nodded, and said with a gleam in his eyes: "So the real rule is not to let people find out that we are living souls, and within the soul bottle, we will be attacked, flee rashly, and even be killed by ghost cultivators." ”

Meng Yuanzhen frowned: "Then what should I do?" We can't hide here all the time, after a long time, the body is outside, I'm afraid it will also freeze. ”

Xuanhua looked at Pang Shanhu, "Senior, you should already know the way to crack it." ”

Pang Shanhu nodded and looked out the door, "We have to rein in the yang soul, turn into a dead person, and participate in the soul burial." ”

"If you're not mistaken, the ghost cultivator will appear when it arrives, and the key ancestral hall will also appear!"

"The old ghost of the Killing Sect probably wants to trick us into using spells and entering the so-called spirit world, if there is no accident, it will also say that we can only enter when the soul is buried."

"Once we are discovered, they will be able to enter the ancestral hall and seize the core!"

"Hmph, this old ghost is so insidious!"

"It's okay, let's do a plan..."

When the secret of this treacherous realm was revealed, everyone had no fear in their hearts and offered their plans......

…………

"My lord, what you said is true?"

It's still Hou Shun, with a frightened face, full of acting skills, pretending to be fooled, and asking the demon cultivator who possessed "Chu Fei" about the solution to it.

"Won't you tell for yourselves!"

"Chu Fei" sneered, "The little ghosts of Xuanduguan, the old man wants to deal with them, and some have the means, why choose at such a critical moment?" ”

"Don't worry, when the soul is buried, the ghost cultivator will appear, and when the spell is cast and enter the spirit world, you can take advantage of its unpreparedness and seize the core, we only have one chance, if it is prepared, this is the place where we will be buried."

"Okay, just follow the instructions of the seniors!"

Hou Shun gritted his teeth, didn't take a few steps, and suddenly turned his head and said cruelly: "The catastrophe is coming, when we are in the same boat, please don't deceive the seniors, otherwise we will fight to the death, and we will pull you to the end!" ”

"Believe it or not!"

"Chu Fei" snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

Outside the door, Hou Shun lowered his head and left quickly, and when he walked halfway, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

They guessed correctly, the old ghost was really cheating.

Inside the door, after "Chu Fei" closed the door, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, have they been fooled?"

In the old house, there were only a few Killing Cultists left, all of whom were the Sijingmen people who had fled from Jianye City, all of them with injuries and frightened faces.

"Of course, I've found all the dead ghosts."

"Chu Fei" looked at everyone, the corners of his mouth were full of mockery, "This person from the ancient Yuan Realm is really shallow. ”

"When they sneak into the spirit realm and alarm the mad ghost, it is the best time, while the mad ghost is entangled with it, we can use magic to quickly leave this ghost place!"

"The Sect Master is wise!"

The remaining few cultists hurriedly patted their ass.

"Chu Fei" smiled faintly and stopped talking.

He didn't even think about taking away these idiots, all of them were bait to attract ghosts and fairies!

"The magic weapon containing 'moment', how can the old man miss it..."

"Chu Fei" became more and more proud.

……

Before you know it, the wind rises again.

It was dark, and the torches turned green again.

In the old house, everyone sat cross-legged, with dead jade in their mouths, all the yang energy was converging, and under the green light, their faces were miserable, like dead ghosts.

Lu Xuan and several Taoist priests from Xuanduguan, who were unconscious, had been woken up, and they also restrained their yang energy.

Sure enough, this time the terrible howls outside no longer affected their minds, because they had been judged dead by the soul bottle.

"Let's do it."

Pang Shanhu gave an order, and everyone grabbed a handful of mud on the ground and wiped it on their faces as a cover-up.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is a strange scene in front of you:

The sky was dark, the wind was howling, the black fog was filled, and the whole ancient village was strange and gloomy, as if it had fallen into a dark abyss.

Accompanied by the strange sound of music, the ghost fire rises from the ground, and the low sound of drums, poignant flutes, and cold voices seem to come from the melody of the abyss.

Under the ghostly fire, there were all strangely dressed figures, their faces blurry and unclear, and their whole bodies were wrapped in red and black robes.

They play musical instruments, paper money is flying all over the sky, and in the center it is like a shrine, carrying a large black pottery urn, with three-legged animal ears below, and an elaborate firing attic above.

Dead man's soul buried!

Everyone watched with horror.

This kind of ominous and strange scene, even if there is a guess in my heart, I still can't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Fortunately, Pang Shanhu has explained.

The ghost cultivated to build a tomb in the spirit world, which must have controlled the Yin soldiers, held a grand soul burial for himself, buried the soul in a bottle, and ordered his descendants to build a village to protect it in this world.

At a certain time, incense sacrifices are carried out until the body of a ghost and immortal is cultivated, and then it can be born.

To be able to do this, it must be an ancient sect.

It's a pity that the era of the end of the law came, the ritual inheritance was cut off, and the ghost cultivators fell into madness, until the Killing Sect broke through the spiritual cliff tomb, woke it up, and mechanically repeated the past.

Whoa......

As the yin wind blows, the remnants of the villagers, whose bodies are reversed and hung upside down in the air, also slowly fall and join the funeral procession, with their hands facing the sky, dancing a strange dance.

Nu dance?

Everyone saw it at a glance.

The dancer is not necessarily a witch sect, which can only show that this lost sect did not have Confucian funeral rites at that time, but followed the more ancient witchcraft funeral rites.

The so-called "etiquette" is the rule.

In the ghost formed by this "moment", no one dares to be careless.

Pang Shanhu gave a look, and everyone also joined the team, dancing a strange dance, like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Luckily, they blended in and went undetected.

Not long after, the funeral procession arrived in the village.

In the center of the village, an ancient ancestral hall suddenly appeared.

In the ancestral hall, the lights are bright, dozens of green candles are swaying in the wind, jumping like ghost fires, on the white paper window on the second floor, a figure is reflected, tall, with long hair and a shawl, and a single horn on his forehead.

Whoa......

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out of the ancestral hall, accompanied by a strange and unpredictable laughter, and the figures on the window split into two, one of which was wrapped in black smoke and whistled out and fell into the soul bottle.

When everyone looked at it, they guessed the cause and effect.

This ghost cultivator has gone crazy, obsessed, and is still continuing the soul funeral ceremony at that time, and it is estimated that after the funeral, the ancient village will return to normal again.

And the ancestral hall-like building will also disappear.

This old ghost, why don't you do it...

There was a pang of anxiety in everyone's hearts.

What they didn't know was that in the old house, "Chu Fei" was also anxious in his eyes, and finally couldn't help it, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, the ghost cultivator has been lured away, the opportunity is rare, run away!" ”

With that, he pushed the door open and walked out.

He guessed in his heart that most of the people in Xuanduguan were suspicious and didn't have a plan, but when the plan was opened, he couldn't take care of retreating, so he could only use his subordinates as bait first.

Sure enough, seeing that he left first, the remaining few Killing Cultists didn't say a word, and ran the magic tricks, either burrowing into the soil and rushing outward, or turning into a cloud of black smoke and flying towards the entrance of the village.

And "Chu Fei" smiled evilly, quickly restrained his yang energy, joined the funeral team, and also danced.

However, his face quickly froze.

The little ghost who was dancing next to him turned his head and smiled at him fiercely, it was clearly Hou Shun!

Damn, I've been tricked!

"Chu Fei" scolded in his heart, but he could only dance along, and he didn't dare to show anything unusual.

And those fleeing Killing Cultists finally attracted the attention of the ghost cultivators, and with a strange sound of giggling, a black shadow flew out of the attic.

Everyone finally saw the appearance of the ghost cultivator.

He had black hair and a shawl, and was dressed in the same red and black robes as the funeral procession, but he had a single horn and only one big eye on his forehead.

One-eyed?

Ancient race, or deformed?

Everyone didn't have time to distinguish at all, only to see that the ghost cultivator broke through the air, and when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he suddenly disappeared.

In this world, there are many winds and snows.

The ancient village is only ruined and broken, and the corpses of the villagers all over the ground have long been buried by the wind and snow, and streams of black fog wander in the village, vaguely drawing an anti-Liangyi gossip array.

At the entrance of the village, there were many people lying horizontally, including the Killing Sect members, as well as the fugue team led by Xuanduguan and Pang Shanhu, their chests still rising and falling, but they were covered by wind and snow.

Whoa......

Several of the Cultists of Killing suddenly stood up, their faces full of horror, looking around wildly, their minds blurred.

They don't know what they see, but they know that if they don't run, they'll die.

Several people hurriedly got up, only to find that they were frozen all over, and they fell to the ground in embarrassment without taking two steps, but they still struggled to crawl out.

But at this moment, everyone froze at the same time.

They only felt that their foreheads were cold, and a black mist covered them, faintly condensed into ghost claws, and they grabbed fiercely.

Bang Bang Bang!

Several Heavenly Spirit Covers were all lifted off, and blood was splashed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the snoring sound sounded, and the brain, which had already turned into mud, disappeared little by little...

…………

Inside the soul bottle, how could everyone miss the opportunity.

Pang Shanhu gave a look, and immediately there were Meng Yuanjiao and other disciples, even if they danced and moved to the attic of the ancestral hall.

"That's the old man's!"

"Chu Fei" was angry, roared, and also went towards the ancestral hall, also dancing.

Although the ghost cultivator has left, the rules of the soul bottle have not been interrupted, and before entering the ancestral hall, neither can they use spells nor be discovered by the funeral procession.

However, something frightened him happened.

In the team, many people turned their heads.

"Why so many people!"

"Chu Fei" only felt a confusion in his mind.

They fought hard with the Xuandu Guan Law Enforcement Hall, and coupled with the weirdness of the soul bottle, only three or five people died on both sides.

And there are more than 50 people in Youshen!

Bang bang bang!

Before he could react, more than a dozen feet flew out.

Although this old ghost is a reincarnated demon cultivator, and he has successfully occupied Chu Fei's body, as Zhang Biao expected, the decline of the Gu Yuan Realm, even if these outsiders are full of experience and cultivation, it is extremely difficult.

This old ghost kills people with the help of secret methods to practice, and the speed is very fast, and it is only four grades, especially now it is still a soul body.

More than a dozen kicks, "Chu Fei" was suddenly kicked out of the funeral procession, and even fell on the ground with a dog gnawing mud.

"Look for death!"

"Chu Fei" was furious, and the blood on his body loomed, but then he was shocked.

Because the entire funeral procession also stopped, even the heads of those yin spirits slowly turned and looked at him.

Such a movement also alarmed the ghost cultivators outside, only to see that in the ancient village, the wind was howling in an instant, and a black shadow flew back from the entrance of the village in an instant.

"Chu Fei" gritted his teeth, didn't say a word, and rushed to the ancestral hall.

But the Youshen team was obviously moving faster, and Meng Yuanzhan and the others, who had already moved to the side of the ancestral hall, jumped in in an instant.

Pang Shanhu once confessed that "moment" is easy to recognize.

Everything in the village must be built around it.

Sure enough, Meng Yuanzhan raised his eyes and saw a painting, hanging in the middle of the ancestral hall, which impressively depicted the ancient village, and there were many villain activities on it, which was the funeral procession.

At the same time, Ghost Xiu and "Chu Fei" also arrived.

"Senior brother, do it quickly!"

Several disciples who patrolled the mountains were quick with their hands and eyes, and they closed the door at once, and the breath on their bodies surged, and they were dead at the door.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and everyone's hearts were shocked, and some people even fainted directly.

Boom!

There was another loud bang, and everyone was shaken away.

But in this short period of time, Meng Yuanzhan had already roared loudly, pounced on and dragged the ancient painting down.

Suddenly, the sky was dark, and the sand was flying.

Everyone only felt that it was dark in front of them, and then their bodies were full of coldness, the wind and snow were howling, and the cold air poured into their chests.

On second look, they were all lying in the snow.

Meng Yuanjiao was still holding the ancient painting in his arms, his face was dazed, and a spirit crawled up.

And the rest of them also got up.

However, the crisis has not yet been resolved.

I saw that in the dilapidated and corpse-covered ancient village, the black fog was surging, the snowflakes were flying, and the shadows were densely packed, it was the funeral team and the remnants of the villagers.

Ghost Xiu, who is also among them, is far taller than others, with a single horn on his head, and blood flashes in his single eye.

And in its dark cloak, ghost hands stretched out one after another, surging like waves.

"No!"

The head of an old man with white hair and a gloomy face suddenly came out, and roared angrily: "Little ghost cultivator, do you know who the old man is, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was dragged under the ghost cultivation cloak by dense ghost hands, and then there was a chewing sound of chirp...

(End of chapter)