In the deep and wide pit, the arms that were densely gathered like a forest were as white as stalagmites, mottled with ash shedding, but the hideous appearance of those arms dancing seemed to freeze the resentment of the dead spirit. Master Zang Di frowned and stared, and said to Lian Duan with a wry smile: "There is no other way, but to pass here." ”

Lian Du replied to Master Zangdi with a wry smile, looked at the miserable white arm that stretched out of the soil, and simply said, "Master, let's fly over directly with the sword!"

Master Zang Di shook his head: "No!"

Master Zang Di raised his hand and pointed at the top wall of the deep pit, although he was far away, he could only see the ravines of different depths at the top of the wall, and the occasional panicked "rustle" sound in the cracks of the dripping and seeping stones.

"Master, there is a problem up there, too?" Listening to the rustling sound, Lian Duel couldn't help but have a rash on his arm, and reached out to scratch it.

Master Zang Di took out the dust bag with his hand, flew out a fire fold, and threw it to the upper wall of the deep pit, and there was a big light in front of him, where the fire oil was burning, the terrible "Zizi" was endless, and the smell of burnt rotten flesh struck, and the roof of the cave suddenly resounded with a piercing scream!

For a while, countless pale arms hung down from the black stone wall of the cave roof, and half of the elbows were cut off and hung in the air, torn and grabbed into a ball, and between the ghost hands stretched out from the ground, there was only one foot of space, which could not be passed by people at all.

Lian Du looked at the little bell nestled against Master Zangdi, shook his head and said, "This gap is enough for the little bell to pass, and the two of us will not do it." Lian Du turned his head and asked, "Master, are these arms also among the hundred ghosts?"

Master Zang Di seemed to be unlucky, and spat and said: "Forget it, this is the burial ground of the altar, and many living people were buried at the beginning, and the resentful spirits hovered and could not be moved, and over time it became like this!"

Lian Du said secretly: "Along the way, the Gu Clan Altar seems to have killed many people in vain, although I don't know what the Living Altar in Hangchuan is like, is it also a place where human lives are harmed in vain?"

Thinking about it this way, Lian Du actually felt that the two ancient clans were eerie and terrifying, looking solemn and mysterious from the outside, but the altar was a Shura field that eats people and does not spit out bones and human heads.

Master Zang Di saw that Lian Du was dissatisfied, and sneered: "The altar is the place of the most yin, if you don't use the yin and evil things to suppress it, it is impossible to keep the lifeline of the yin and yang pattern of the clan." Thousands of years ago, the Aragami fixed and killed the world Jueluo with his own strength, turning the tide of the continent to the ground, but he ended up in danger with all his strength, and the Yuan Shen was shaken to pieces, but fortunately, the Gu Clan Holy Ancestor retained a piece of the Yuan God of the Aragami, otherwise, there would have been no trace of the Aragami in this world. ”

Master Zangdi's words made Lian Duan's heart cool down, and he asked gloomily, "Master, there is only one broken spirit left in the Aragami?"

"As far as I know, it should be. Zang Di said: "The Gu clan is in the Yang Flood and the Desolation, and the Yin and Yang Forgotten Chuan Tomb, Yin and Yang are combined to retain the broken spirit of the Desolate God." ”

Master Zang Di said the "flood famine", so that Lian Lian's determination suddenly jumped, it was really to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to find, it took no effort to find it, the flood famine tribulation entrusted by Cangyuan's predecessors, its whereabouts were actually in Guguo! Lian Du hurriedly asked: "Where is the flood famine?"

Master Zang Di pondered slightly, "We're not here to find the Flood Desolation, the Gu Clan Holy Ancestor has detained a piece of the broken spirit of the Desolate God, and the broken spirit is a yin thing, which can only exist in the Lethe Tomb of the altar for a long time." ”

"In other words, the person who boiled the soup is also near Lethe Mound, is he easy to deal with?" asked Lian Du.

"That person!" Master Zang Di frowned, obviously that person was not a good person, "Some people put him in the legend of the hundred ghosts, and some people say that he is a living person, and I don't know who is right." Anyway, the man was guarding a pot and boiling soup for many years, and no one knew what he was boiling, and the man's name was Hunting Day. ”

"Hunting Sun—" Lian Duel muttered, and the man sounded fierce.

"Hunting Sun guards the Lethe Tomb, it's hard not to see him later!" Master Zang Di sighed reluctantly.

Lian Du looked at the ghost hands shaking all over the pit in embarrassment, and approached Master Zangdi with a smile, "Master, you are so knowledgeable, you must be prepared, quickly take your treasure out of that bag!"

Master Zang Di laughed loudly: "You little slippery head, you guessed well!"

Master Zang Di stretched out the dust bag and groped for a while, Lian Du thought that he would take out some powerful magic weapon, but to Lian Duel's expectation, Master Zang Di actually took out a bone flute that was some years old.

This flute resembles a slender bird's leg bone, and there are many aged yellow spots hanging on the bones of Bai Sensen. Master Zang Di weighed the flute, his expression was lonely for a while, and he said softly: "Blowing some tunes for these resentful spirits can help them settle down." ”

Master Zang Di squatted down along the edge of the pit, his tattered clothes hanging in the mud, and as soon as he brought the bone flute to his lips, he immediately let out a long whimpering flute.

Master Zang Di was not good-looking, and he was wearing tattered clothes, but he blew the bone flute like a cry, and Lian Du simply sat cross-legged and listened quietly.

Master Zang Di saw that Lian Du on the side was listening attentively, and stopped and smiled: "Young man, can you understand my tune?"

Lian Du only felt that the sound of the flute was distant and lonely, but he couldn't say anything, just a trace of sourness welled up in his heart.

Master Zang Di shook his head, sighed softly, and continued to blow the bone flute.

The sound of the flute echoed in the cold cave walls, and the thousands of white arms in the deep pit gradually stopped tearing and scratching, and after a while, these arms gradually fell down, sticking to the dirt like stone carvings.

Unexpectedly, Master Zang Di's flute music really has the effect of soothing the soul, and Lian Du stared at countless resentful spirits, remembering that after years of death, Si people have passed away, and they are more and more immersed in the sound of the flute.

Just focusing on being distracted, Lian Du didn't even notice that there was another person next to him, and Ling Yan Ji took advantage of Lian Du's lack of attention and sat down quietly.

Lian Du glared at Ling Yan Ji in surprise, and was about to speak, Ling Yan Ji turned her delicate face, put her index finger on her lips, and "shhh", and listened to the music with her cheeks on her cheeks.

Lian Du heard Master Zang Di say that Suzuyan Ji is also one of the ghosts trapped in the altar, and presumably this flute sound also has a requiem effect for her. Lian Du stopped bothering her, and let her sit beside him and listen to the music quietly.

Lian Duel looked at her curiously from the side of Ling Yan Ji, and found that when Ling Yan Ji was quiet, although she was not as enchanting as she was just now, she was indescribably beautiful and lovely, she was dressed in a green stream-like tulle, black silk covered her white skin, and her beautiful side face was faintly dancing with crystal points of light.

Even the determination was shocked: "Ghosts will shed tears?"

Lian Jue was afraid of disturbing Master Zang Di, so he didn't dare to make a sound, so he only stretched out his finger and lightly tapped Ling Yanji's fragrant shoulder. Suzuyan Ji turned her face, her delicate and moving face was stained with tears, and she said softly, "Since I died on this altar that does not see the light of day, I have never heard music or danced again." ”

Lian Jue trembled and stretched out his hand, smoothed Ling Yan Ji's smooth black hair, and stroked her back comfortingly, Ling Yan Ji trembled lightly like an electric shock, and her delicate body fell into Lian Jie's arms.