"Hall Master, the Ancestor has sent a message asking you to go to the council hall with Master Mingxin," Mo Ghost stood in the courtyard, and Feng Shu walked in from the outside and said.

"Just the two of them?" Shen Kongming leaned back in his chair.

"Yes, Old Ancestor Shen only ordered the Hall Master and Little Master Mingxin," Feng Shu said in a low voice, secretly looking at Ghost Mo.

Shen Kongming didn't know what to mumble in his mouth, closed his eyes and continued to collapse on the chair.

Hearing this, Mo Ghost glanced at the corner of the wall, and the little master Mingxin came out to chant the scriptures every morning, but he was much more diligent than the little monk.

"Mo Daoyou, let's go," Mingxin put away the wooden fish and stood up.

The courtyard where Mo Ghost was located was located in the northeast corner of the entire City Lord's Mansion, not far from the central hall, and the time for a stick of incense arrived, and the monks of the major sects were almost all there, and the two of them quietly came behind Kuyan Zhenjun.

"The news just came in the morning, in the past five days, people have died every day from ghost cultivation," when everyone arrived, Shen Lao Zu said, "It is the same as the death of the mountain eagle." ”

"The monks of the eight towns who died?" Master Phufang was beside him.

"That's right, the time is not fixed, the town is random, and even the monks who died are scattered cultivators and sect disciples, the only thing that can be determined is that they are all killed by Yutai Liuli and annihilated the sea of knowledge," Shen Laozu nodded with a calm face.

"In other words, their cultivation is not high," said Master Pufang, sitting cross-legged on a futon, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand.

"Among the six people who died, the highest cultivation was the monk from the Tianji Pavilion, the early stage of Jindan, and the remaining four foundation building periods, including my free Mountain Eagle, and a loose cultivation in the Qi refining period," Shen Lao Zu sat on crutches at the top.

"How to possess it, don't you have a clue?" the male cultivator who stopped Tan Liu Old Ancestor in Baihua Valley asked that day.

"No," Shen Old Ancestor shook his head, "But these people who died were all monks in the eight towns, just in case, the monks sent by the major sects did not enter the city easily, and fenced this place outside several towns, not allowing anyone to enter or leave." ”

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed, this is a disguised house arrest here.

"We can't go out for the time being until it's completely resolved," Shen Old Ancestor swept towards the monks below, "Don't worry too much, all of you are elite disciples in the major sects, and you are reluctant to give up." ”

"The main thing now is to save yourselves. Because it is not yet known how the glaze is attached to the monk, you have to be careful with every move..."

Shen Lao Zu continued to speak, but Mo Ghost's thoughts were a little flustered, and he lowered his head.

At first, they surrounded the eight towns to catch turtles in the urn, but now they have become the one in the urn step by step, trapped in this city, and the farthest they can go is only between the eight cities.

At present, the time is still short, and there will be no problems in three or five days, but what about ten and a half months later?

Every day someone dies around you, you don't know who, you don't know when, no one can fully trust, maybe you will be the next to die.

If there is a clear solution to the current situation, even if it is extremely difficult, there is always a belief that is underpinning, but as it is now, it is difficult to keep everyone calm in a state of panic and fear.

If they are a sect disciple, they can still hold on, but what about the scattered cultivation in the city?

Shen Old Ancestor's voice came from the council hall, it was nothing more than some words of comfort, now even second-rate sects like Hundred Flowers Valley were trying to find ways to protect their bodies, let alone ordinary monks who didn't know anything about anything.

Mo Ghost faintly understood the purpose of Yutai Liuli, maybe he just wanted to invite you into the urn, and then eat them one by one, and even kill each other.

And now, the disciples who are trapped in it urgently need a point to break the game.

Thinking of Shanying's death that day, Mo Ghost's heart was stagnant, and she only felt that there was something blocked in her heart, and she had been thinking more than once in the past few days, if she hadn't let these three people come over, Shanying wouldn't have died.

Afterwards, she carefully questioned Liang Yuan and Feng Shu.

The three of them went out of the zoo in Tongling, and they didn't get close to the eight towns that were surrounded at all, and they knew that she was back here, so they rushed over directly, so how did the Tantai Liuli control him, and let the mountain eagle know nothing?

The news I got in the past few days is obviously different from the previous one.

Whether it is Tang Yue Ancestor, the monk who came to chase and kill, or Tan Su, the monks who died now are completely incomparable, and in the same way, all the high-level monks are consciously aware that they are controlled, and their own divine souls have been partially extracted.

And now the low-level monk who died didn't know when the Yutai Liuli was controlled, there was no abnormality in his body, and the purification of the Mo Ghost couldn't be detected.

Heavenly checks and balances, there is a give-and-take.

The fact that Tantai Liuli can quietly control some of the monks must be achieved by sacrificing some interests, and it is precisely this point that Mo Ghost is doubting now, and he may have to start from the source to find out.

So what exactly do these low-level monks have in common?

"Hey!" Mingxin patted her quietly, "What did Ancestor Shen ask you, what effect does purification have on the monks who are now under control?"

"When the mountain eagle walked into the city, I was playing reincarnation, but he didn't react," Mo Ghost came back to his senses, and his mind flashed what Shen Lao Zu said just now, there was a different pupil, even if his attention was not here, he could remember every word he heard.

"In other words, it's useless now?" the monk from the Valley of Flowers pursed his lips.

"Definitely," Mo Ghost shook his head, "When he plays, he can still purify the black qi, but his divine sense is too weak, and the first question now is why he can't use purification to discover the hidden controlled monks." ”

The control of the glass is like a plague, which is transmitted to the monk's body unconsciously, hidden, and it is difficult to detect it in advance without him being exposed.

"What can we do now?" whispered the monk in the corner, and if he didn't say the last sentence, could he just wait here to die?

After his words, there was silence in the hall.

There is still too little news, what can we do other than be cautious and protect ourselves? Perhaps only by waiting for more people to die can we guess a thing or two from it, and this kind of waiting for the selection is the most difficult.

Coming out of the council hall, neither Mo Ghost nor Ming Xin spoke, and when they stood at the intersection, Mo Ghost Ghost stopped, turned a corner, and walked towards the outside of the City Lord's Mansion.