monk family

Chapter 248 Fierce Spirit Formation
Brother Sixteen was hesitating whether to get off the boat to have a look, but Fu Shiyi who was in the house suddenly opened his eyes. Just now, the temple in the Consciousness Sea Space trembled violently.

It can make the sea of ​​consciousness space respond.

It has always been strange things like big devil kings.

Fu Shiyi got up quickly, walked out of the dock, and grabbed Brother Sixteen who was about to fly down. Brother Sixteen was caught, and smiled awkwardly:

"Eleventh, I just want to check outside."

"Shh!"

Fu Shishi silenced Brother Sixteen.

Even though the isolation formation of the Lianwu magic weapon was activated, Fu Shiyi could still feel a powerful yin energy approaching them little by little.

Seeing that Fu Shiyi was waiting in full force, Brother Sixteen couldn't help but panicked and said:

"Eleven, what's the matter, you... what did you see?"

Holding the green snake banner in his left hand, Fu Shiyi held the green bamboo sword in front of him in his right hand. He didn't answer Sixteenth Brother, but stared straight ahead, and Sixteenth Brother followed her gaze forward.

But suddenly a large cloud of thick fog filled the front.

All at once the front will be covered.

Immediately afterwards, the deaf old man and woman they met in the ghost village came towards them step by step with a young woman. In Nanhuang, the three-color Suzaku I met was many times stronger.

in front of her.

Fu Shiyi didn't even dare to think of escaping.

How could there be such a strong monk in this ghost village?
Fu Shiyi stood motionless at the same spot. The deaf old man's family of three passed directly under their Lianwu Magical Artifact. The old man said loudly:
"Meng'er, if you really want to go to this battle, can't you not go? One more you is not too much, and one less you is a lot, but parents are only one child of you, and they will count on you to retire. If you have Just in case, how do you let your parents live!"

Menger? !
Fu Shiyi's whole body trembled.

She remembered that the deaf old man said that their daughter was called Meng'er, and it would be the first seven tonight.

Why did this dream appear here alive again? What is going on here?

And this dream is so powerful.

Who can defeat her? !

"Father, this battle is related to the life and death of our Central South Cultivation World. Only by getting rid of the strangeness, can our family of three live in peace and stability. Don't worry, nearly a hundred senior Huashen monks have been dispatched in this battle. Seniors from the world of cultivating immortals have gathered here to fight to the death against that monster, you have to believe in our strength, we will definitely defeat that monster!"

"Having said that, yes."

The family of three walked farther and farther away, and their voices slowly disappeared into the mist.

At this time, Fu Shiyi was a little stunned.

They met the ancient monk thousands of years ago.

The battle they mentioned just now should be the famous battle in the Scarlet Forbidden Land ten thousand years ago. The "Biography of Zhongnan Heroes" recorded the heroic deeds of many ancient monks who participated in this battle. Fu Shiyi suddenly remembered this dream Who is it!

Meng'er's real name is Lin Yimeng.

It is the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator from ten thousand years ago.

Born in Changming Village, thousands of years ago, there were dozens of monks in Changming Village who went to participate in the great battle, and among them, those with the worst cultivation were at the alchemy stage. This Changming Village was established ten thousand years ago. The holy land of cultivation, it is said that there is a sixth-order spiritual vein here.

There is also a cave of paradise in the hinterland of Changming Village.

It's just that Changming Village was not far from the battle, and the blood essence of tens of thousands of monks blew up the entire village, thus turning it into a Changming River.

It is not water that flows in this river.

It is the blood of the monk who died heroically thousands of years ago!

Fu Shiyi glanced at the thick fog surrounding him, and suddenly realized: "Brother Sixteen, we must have entered a certain illusion."

"What?"

Brother Sixteen was puzzled, but Fu Shiyi didn't have time to explain. This is obviously a memory illusion composed of the power of the ghost's soul. Ghosts circulate endlessly in it, but if a stranger enters it, if they can't escape in time, the blood will be absorbed by the illusion. Absorbs, and the longer it goes on, the harder it is to get rid of!

Fu Shishi asked Brother Sixteen to sit cross-legged.

Lighted the third-order Ningshen incense.

Quickly flipping through the "Yin Yang Record" from the murals in Xinyi Mountain, she remembered that there was a record in it to deal with the phantom formation of ghosts, and Fu Shiyi quickly found it.

She took out dozens of ancient copper coins from the storage bag,
Pass the red thread through the copper coin, quickly draw a symbol on it, and then wrap it around her and Sixteenth Brother, silently reciting the dream exorcism spell.

But he said that Fu Zhihong had been around for less than a quarter of an hour, and then turned back, but when he returned to the original place, he saw Brother Sixteen and Fu Shishi sitting cross-legged on the ground, no matter how much they called, they did not wake up.

"How is this going?"

Fu Zhihong checked Fu Shiyi's body.

It was found that the essence and blood in her body were draining at an extremely fast rate.

At this rate, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow, and it will become a human being!
Fu Zhihong's forehead could not help but dense cold sweat broke out, but he quickly calmed down. Now he is the only one who can save Fu 11, so he has no choice but to calm down.

"Everything has a root!"

After Fu Zhihong recited the heart-cleaning mantra once, he wiped his sword finger in front of his eyes, and a blue aura flashed away, his eyes suddenly turned royal blue, and wherever her gaze went, the yin energy surrounding them surged. Fleeing, when he turned to the tomb, there was an extremely cold air facing him.

The two streams of air made scorching scorching sounds in the air.

A steady stream of cold air came from under the tomb. Fu Zhihong, who was still in the upper hand, held on for less than a quarter of an hour before retreating steadily.

Soon the cold air followed the blue light and entered Fu Zhihong's body.

Fu Zhihong's expression changed.

As soon as the sword finger was retracted, the blue light was interrupted instantly.

He looked at the almost new tomb, but his face was a bit gloomy: "Who on earth is so lowly that he set up a large array of evil spirits in this Changming River, and induced the ancient heroic souls to become evil spirits!"

Fu Zhihong flew around the tomb with his flying sword.

Pinch the formula from time to time, and one after another mana is poured into all directions in the southeast, northwest, and as each mana falls, the yin energy of the entire Changming River will dissipate.

After a cup of tea time has passed.

The piled tomb exploded with a bang!
A large pit nearly [-] meters deep was revealed.

Fu Zhihong glanced down the pit, his face turned pale for a moment, and he saw thousands of corpses of young children piled up in the pit, most of them were under ten years old.

After the tomb is opened.

A very strong resentment rose into the sky!

Fu Zhihong's face changed. At this time, Fu Shishi and Brother Sixteen groaned. They woke up from the illusion just now. When Brother Sixteen turned around and saw the corpses of thousands of young children in the big pit, his body trembled. , and at the same time his pupils were bloodshot, he said indignantly:

"Who did this? It's not as good as a beast!!!"

(End of this chapter)