After the ancestors fell

Chapter 222 Eight Door Ghost Lock Needle

The black donkey that spoke turned out to be not a beast, but a human monk named Lu Changsheng, who was once a peak monk in the late Yuanying period. When he was looking for a chance to break through, he accidentally fell into the underworld.

It has been more than 300 years now.

When he first arrived in a different place, he acted cautiously and cautiously everywhere. He lived for more than 300 years under the noses of many senior monks of the Ming clan.

Over the years, he was afraid that the people of the Mingzu would find out the origin and cause disaster.However, he never expected that he would take precautions against everything, and in the end he was plotted against by the people around him, and he ended up in this state.

In the underworld, there are actually many human monks mixed everywhere, but in order to protect themselves, these people act low-key and rarely expose themselves to the outside world.

In the eyes of many monks of the Ming clan, although the lifespan of the monks of the human race is not long, compared with their thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, even ordinary people who have not practiced have a lifespan of hundreds of years.

However, the human race has a stronger ability to comprehend Taoism and practice faster, and their power is far greater than them in the same realm.And most of them are proficient in formation and alchemy.All these things terrify them.

If the human race is allowed to develop their strength in the underworld, it will definitely bring disaster to them.

Non-my family, its heart must be different!
Therefore, this side of the world is really not friendly to the many monks of the human race, and even if traces of the human race are found, most of them will unite and strangle them.

Lu Changsheng has been dormant in the underworld for 300 years. He was about to find a way to return to the human world, but he was tricked by the people around him and turned into a beast. He was dragged to the market to sell, and almost became a table. A few good dishes.

Mu Qingfeng arrived in the underworld for the first time, transformed into an ordinary citizen of the underworld, walked in the market, and learned a lot about the local customs and customs in just a few months.

In Youdu, there are three places named Mengci Mountain. Whether it is the origin or the legend, the three places are very similar, as if there is some connection. However, Mu Qingfeng searched all the information he could find. No similar crudes were found between the three.

Now she has been to one of them, which is just an ordinary small mountain range, and has not found anything unusual.

Then, in the second place, there was a little change.

"Well, time is fate, if I hadn't met you, friend Mu Daoist, I might have lost my head by now."

Thinking of what happened back then, Lu Changsheng's tone was a little decadent.

He has been a donkey for many years, pulling mills, driving carts, and carrying people.

The once high-spirited and high-spirited monk, who is no one but me, has been polished into what he is now in just a few years of hard work, and even his Taoism has been lost.

Mu Qingfeng looked up to the sky, and found out the position of the Nine-Gate Constellation, which is the key to unlocking the lock needle of the Ba-Ghost.

The eight-door ghost lock needle is an extremely insidious spell, which is useless to the underworld. It is specially used to deal with the human monks living in the underworld.

Unlike most of the spells in the underworld that are only true souls, this spell has double damage to the body and the soul.

After Lu Changsheng fell under this spell, his physical body was soon imprisoned in mana and cultivation by the power of the spell. The flesh was surrounded by a black donkey, and the primordial spirit was trapped in the body of the black donkey. It is impossible to use the Nascent Soul to regain the house.

Trapped in the body of an animal day after day, treated as an inferior animal, unable to survive or die.

Interestingly, such a sinister spell was actually created by a monk of the human race.

(End of this chapter)