Luo Zhengnan discussed with Qiu Zhiheng, returned to the hall, and immediately gave an order, and the Yaowang Hall went up and down to arrest the funeral cultivator.

Many people are reluctant to contribute.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, Luo Zhengnan has a way.

The white lamb in the hall found the whereabouts of the funeral practice, as long as the whereabouts were true, he would first reward fifty oceans, report the news in time, and participate in the arrest, and then reward the elixir that can accumulate Dao Yuan.

There are cultivators who help disciples, capture a mourning cultivator alive, reward the snake spotted pill, the main catcher starts with twenty, and the co-catcher starts with ten!

Luo Zhengnan is not Xiao Zhenggong, the reward he promised was fulfilled on the spot!

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and the next afternoon, Jiang Xianggang arrested another mourner.

After all, mourning cultivation has to be practiced, no matter how deep they hide, they always have to find an opportunity to disgust others, with experience, Jiang Xianggang moved faster and faster, and arrested another one that night.

Jiang Xiang helped, Sanyingmen also moved, Zhang Liuze had just been promoted to the copper seal, and he caught a mourning cultivator in Ligou, and two other copper seals joined forces to arrest two mourners in Waigou.

Qingyunhui caught two.

Baihuamen caught one.

The Yuhua Gang is not strong enough, most of the disciples have not cultivated, and they found the whereabouts of the two mourning cultivators, and Li Banfeng took the clues to arrest the two mourning cultivators.

Qiu Zhiheng also arrested two of them through the clues provided by Shopkeeper Feng and Yu Nan.

At the beginning, in addition to Yu Heshun, there were also fifteen mourners in Yaowanggou, but now Yu Heshun is dead, one of the fifteen mourners died, thirteen were arrested, and one was left at large.

Qiu Zhiheng was worried that there would be a funeral cultivator to mix in Yaowanggou, which was promised by the major gangs, and the stations, docks, and borders were all guarded by gang disciples.

Qiu Zhiheng didn't care about bad luck, and left all the funeral repairs in the medicine store and interrogated them one by one.

Yu Heshun ran to Yaowanggou because he disgusted the people around him and had nowhere to practice.

The conditions of other funeral cultivators who came to Yaowanggou were different.

Some people fled their homeland because they had offended the ruthless people and were afraid of reprisals.

Some people want to change places to practice because their cultivation is rising too slowly.

Some people just want to change places to make a living because of their poor family background.

But why did these people choose Yaowanggou?

Qiu Zhiheng used techniques, and these people finally told the truth.

They had a dream, a dream from their grandfather.

Master Zu told them that when they came to Yaowanggou, there was a way out.

Is it so easy to believe in dreams?

And even if it is really called by the patriarch, the disciples of the Dao Sect do not have to obey the orders, and the matters of cultivation still depend on their own minds after all.

At first, they ignored it, but the ancestor warned him in his dream that those who did not listen to the grandfather's orders would suffer disaster.

And then within two days, these funeral cultivators really encountered disasters, some were sick, some were beaten, and some almost lost their lives, they didn't dare to disobey the ancestor again, and they all came to Yaowanggou.

Li Banfeng was very surprised when he heard this, it turned out that the mourning cultivator was also afraid of bad luck.

But why do dreams come true?

Qiu Zhiheng felt that there was still something wrong with this matter, so he went to visit Yao Lao with him.

Yao Lao was covered in bruises, holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, and drank in the courtyard.

Yesterday, my hand slipped, and I didn't grasp the handle of the knife, so I cut myself twice.

The day before yesterday, there was a fire in the cellar, and Yao Lao was burned.

The day before yesterday was the worst, in order to guard against the death star, Yao Lao prepared a room full of traps in the house.

As a result, the beams of the house collapsed early in the morning, and the traps in the room were triggered, almost causing serious injuries.

It sounded like an accident, but Yao Lao knew in his heart that this was a sneak attack by the Mourning Star.

suffered a loss, but Yao Laoqi's gun did not fall, standing in the courtyard, still majestic: "Ye is not afraid of him, if he dares to show up once, Ye will kill him!"

Qiu Zhiheng asked, "The Mourning Sect Star is the Mourning Patriarch

Isn't it?"

"He's a bullshit patriarch, when the mourning patriarch was alive, he hadn't entered the Dao Gate yet!"

"Does the Mourning Star have the cultivation of dreams?"

"Nope! This old dog can cultivate a Dao Gate to the clouds, it is already a creation, how can he have the ability to cultivate both."

It's not the patriarch, it's not the dream cultivator, where do the nightmares of those bereaved disciples come from? It's a real nightmare.

Qiu Zhiheng couldn't figure it out, but Yao Lao remembered another connection.

"Does it have anything to do with the inner state?"

Li Banfeng remembered one thing, the insect leader who caused the sea eating mountain insect plague also had the power of Neizhou in his body.

Yao Lao didn't dare to conclude on this matter, if there was really the intervention of Neizhou's forces, it would be difficult to hold the Yaowanggou.

The mourning star who has been transformed by Neizhou is only afraid that he will not be on the same level as Yao Lao.

Returning to Qiu Ji Medicine Shop, Qiu Zhiheng continued to interrogate the funeral cultivators: "Since you have arrived at Yaowanggou, why are you hiding and not daring to show your face?"

Everyone looked at each other, and the last old man, named Ge Tugen, spoke: "I have been in the Daomen for a long time, and after Yu Heshun died, I felt that something was wrong.

Later, I saw some blood stains near Yuxiang Village, and when it rained heavily, the blood stains could not be washed away.

This formation was filled with the lives of their fellow disciples, and I told them to flee for their lives."

"But you didn't run away."

Ge Tugen said: "Master, we want to escape, but the guide is not easy to find, the guide when we came was given to us by the ancestor in a dream, we are not familiar with the place in Yaowanggou, how can we find the guide to go back?"

I can still hand over things in my dreams.

If the Mourning Door Star really has the cultivation of dream cultivation, what is his level!

The interrogation was almost over, and Qiu Zhiheng was waiting for the news that the last mourner had been arrested.

The next day, the news came, the last mourning cultivator was not caught, someone found clues in Mazhu Village, Waigou, Jiang Xiang helped the disciples to arrest him, and found the body of the mourning cultivator.

Mazhu Village, Li Banfeng has been to this place, this is the home of nectarine, on the border of Yaowanggou and Green Water City.

Qiu Zhiheng asked, "When did this happen?"

Luo Zhengnan replied, "The corpse I just saw this morning."

"Mazhu Village is not close to Ligou." Qiu Zhiheng was a little suspicious, judging from the time, Luo Zhengnan should not have received the news so quickly.

Luo Zhengnan said: "I have my means, so you don't have to ask."

"Did he die of smuggling?"

Luo Zhengnan shook his head: "He has a guide on him, although he doesn't know the origin of the guide, there should be no need for him to smuggle in."

Li Banfeng heard very clearly in the back hall.

When he arrived at the border, he had a guide on his body, and he didn't need to be smuggled, but he still died violently.

The first two mourners died at the train station.

In addition to the Mourning Star personally sending someone to kill them, there is another possibility.

The mourning array has changed, and these mourning cultivators can't go out of the ditch at all, and if they dare to go out, they will die violently.

Is there really such a variant of the formation?

If there really is such a formation, it means that it is impossible for them to send the mourning cultivators out, and they will die in Yaowanggou no matter what.

Luo Zhengnan and Qiu Zhiheng also fell into silence, thinking for a long time, Luo Zhengnan wanted to gamble: "There is a truck to the Loess Bridge tomorrow, and I will find a way to send a funeral repair car up.

If he dies at the station, it proves that they can't get out, let's find another way,

If we can successfully send him to the Loess Bridge, it will prove that we are right, and I will find a way to get a truck and send them all back!"

The approach is correct, but it also comes at a high cost.

Qiu Zhiheng had often dealt with the customs envoys in the past and knew the behavior of this group of people.

"Hall Master Luo, if we bring someone tomorrow and this person dies at the station, can the guard guard spare you? At this juncture, I'm afraid I'm going to completely turn my face with you."

Luo Zhengnan sighed, he also had this concern.

And that's not the only cost.

The two were drinking tea when they heard the roof tiles thumping after the strong wind.

The two stood at the door and looked at it, white beans the size of their thumb belly, densely packed, falling from the sky.

Hail?

In the climate of Yaowanggou, I haven't encountered hail for many years.

Qiu Zhiheng chose a high-grade tile, but he could barely bear it, and the ordinary tiles of other people's homes smashed a large piece in less than three or five minutes.

Call~

The smell of wine wafted in the wind, and the temperature rose sharply.

The hail melted quickly before it fell, and in the mist of wine, it turned into a pouring rain.

It rained heavily for three hours, and if it was hail for three hours, it would be difficult to say what Yaowanggou would become.

And that was just the beginning, and at twelve o'clock that night, the hail came again.

Yao Lao carried a wine jug and a three-pointed two-edged knife, stood in the courtyard and shouted, "What kind of means do you have to rush to the master, what kind of ability is it to bully the people!"

A mouthful of wine mist erupted, and the hail turned into rain again.

Yao Lao and the mourning array were hard for a day and a night.

This is what Hong Ying called the three arrays.

If Luo Zhengnan is allowed to try and make mistakes again, what kind of disaster will it bring, Li Banfeng dare not think.

But what next?

Look at this group of mourners, let them not die?

Not to mention that this thing itself is too unlucky, even if you don't care about the bad luck, you can't look at it, what should I do if I come to kill the funeral cultivator one day?

Even if these people in front of him go up together, they can't stop a cultivator of the third layer above the clouds.

Yao Lao could take the opportunity to sneak attack and kill the Dead Gate Star, but the idea is good, and it is too difficult to operate.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent thieves? Could it be that the earth god and the people and horses of Yaowanggou should be staring at this group of mourning cultivators every day?

The only feasible way seems to be to destroy the mourning array.

Li Banfeng and Qiu Zhiheng took the old mourner to cultivate Ge Tugen, went to Yuxiang Village, and found the bloodstains he said before.

It was a palm-sized dark red bloodstain, and it was rare for this old man to have a good look, and he actually found it.

Li Banfeng asked, "If you dig up this bloodstain, can you crack the mourning array?"

The old man shook his head and said, "It's definitely useless to dig a piece, and I can't tell how much I can do."

Qiu Zhiheng frowned.

This old man didn't lie, Yao Lao said the same thing.

Where are the other blood stains?

Li Banfeng took out a shovel and shoveled the blood stain on the ground.

Qiu Zhiheng stepped forward to stop him, "Brother, don't move, beware of bad luck, let me come."

Li Banfeng waved his hand, he had already shoveled down.

After so many days of dealing with the funeral, I can't take care of the bad luck for a long time.

The blood stains were very deep, and it took more than five feet to shovel out half a sack of dirt before the blood stains were shoveled clean.

After returning to the medicine store, Li Banfeng brought some of the soil back to his personal residence, Hong Ying smelled that the smell was wrong, and shouted, "Did you bring the funeral cultivator back? So unlucky?"

Li Banfeng was pleasantly surprised: "Your nose is so smart, why don't you go to Yaowanggou with me, I'll hold you, you smell all the bloodstains, and break the mourning array."

Hong Ying said angrily, "I don't do such bad things, and it's useless for you to do this."

"Why didn't it work?"

"I don't know how big the Medicine King Gully you are talking about, but it has to be a hundred miles away, right?

A small bucket of blood has been scattered over a hundred miles of the realm, and you have to dig out at least half of it before you can crack the Mourning Array."

Li Banfeng really thinks this is a solution: "What is the shape of the Mourning Array? How many blood sprinkling spots are there? I'll look for them one by one!"

Hong Ying sneered: "You really don't give up, when I was still in the army in the past, I vaguely remember that there were more than sixty kinds of changes in the Mourning Array, each of which had a different shape

In the same way, the blood sprinkling spots range from 100 to 300, do you really think you can find them?"

A series of numbers made Li Banfeng speechless for a long time.

The record player scolded Hong Ying: "Don't say it again!"

Hong Ying said angrily: "Why can't you say it, I'm asking him not to waste his efforts!"

"***, let's talk about it endlessly, take twenty military sticks by yourself!"

"I'm going to say it too! The mourning array can't be broken at all! Such a big formation has been set up in his own house, and he deserves to be finished with that drunkard, what do you care about him?"

Before the words fell, the house suddenly let out a low sound.

Airplanes~

Hong Ying put on her full armor and stood next to the singing machine.

The record player and Hong Ying only heard the low sound of the continuous sound, as if it was the noise of mechanical collision and friction.

Only Li Banfeng heard the voice of the portable house: "I can help you, but at least two rails are needed."

"How can you help me?"

"Walk all over Yaowanggou, not an inch of land will fall!"

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