Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 181 Hundred ghosts travel at night, do it in the opposite way

Halfway up the mountain, Song Ciwan looked up at the red lantern above, and the gods in the sea of ​​consciousness were shaken, feeling palpitations for no reason.

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, all ghosts walk in the night!
After gathering for a full fourteen days, the underworld energy of Illusory Nether City finally broke through the barrier between the two worlds, awakening countless resentful spirits who had been silent for thousands of years from the long river of time.

In the City God's Temple, the Lord City God in that void space was overjoyed and said: "I see you, Huanming City has even uncovered its old background, that's great! After passing the night smoothly, at least within a few years, Huanming City The city will no longer be able to stir up storms!"

He raised his hand, and the jade ruyi in the void was as big as a sky bucket, firmly resisting the huge vortex twisting and floating in front of him.

In Dingbo Tower, Ye Lingguan whispered: "Qingfeng, Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, you can take action now."

Ji Qingfeng held a pair of flying swords, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and she said: "Master, does the senior brother also want to take action?"

But Ye Lingguan said: "Your senior brother, he has his mission, you don't have to worry about where he is, he will take action when necessary."

Ji Qingfeng immediately felt relieved. She raised her hand and pointed, and a flying sword broke out from the window on the roof of Dingbo Building. country.

At the bottom of the Hengshui River, the old dragon king buried his head deeply under the sand, leaving only a pair of dragon horns and a pair of erect ears, half of which were exposed from the sand.

The dragon's mane fluttered at the bottom of the deep river, it seemed like the water plants at the bottom of the river were dancing with the undercurrent.

Occasionally, some small fish and shrimps would swim through the swaying dragon mane, and some small fish would even use the dragon horns as food and open their mouths to gnaw endlessly, but the old dragon king remained motionless.

He seemed to have become an ancient sculpture integrated with the riverbed, and the countless changes in the outside world could no longer affect him in the end.

Song Ciwan stood on the mountainside of Wangjiang Mountain and waited for a while, only to see the red lantern rising higher and higher. Suddenly, there was a sword light on the top of the mountain that spread out in all directions like a galaxy pouring down.

A female Taoist voice shouted: "Fellow Taoists, form a formation!"

Another vicissitudes of life male voice slowly said: "When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he turns into a ghost, when a ghost dies, he turns into hope..."

"Thousands of years have passed, why should you make mistakes?"

"Don't come again, or it will turn into nothingness!"

The vicissitudes of life echoed down from the top of the mountain, bringing up waves of air, making smoke and dust billow in the dark night.

Booming, the top of Wangjiang Mountain suddenly moved with earth and rocks, one after another stone pillars, starting from the top of the mountain, like mushrooms after the rain, twirling... came out in an array, soaring into the sky!

Song Ciwan saw again, not far to the east of him, an ascetic monk suddenly rushed out of the cave. He flew a magic weapon in the shape of a cattail fan for about twenty feet high, and he would continue While flying into the sky, an electric light suddenly flashed faintly in the sky.

The cultivator couldn't help shrinking his head immediately, and scolded: "It's his uncle, this is... bah! Forbidden space formation, okay, I can't afford it!"

He hurriedly lowered the flying altitude, and couldn't help muttering: "The mountains are full of high-level people, Xiaoxiu, I can't do anything with my meager strength, so I should hurry down the mountain..."

Before the words fell, the man was already driving the magic weapon, flying low and rushing down the mountain.

Another monk jumped out of the cave nearby. This time it was a middle-aged female monk who appeared. She was obviously an old acquaintance with the monk who held the Pu Fan Magic Artifact. At that time, she asked in shock: "Master Wang, where are you going?" where?"

Master Wang said anxiously: "Go back, go home! Are the boys and girls at home scared to death? Fellow Daoist Liu, why don't you go with me too? Old Wang, I will promise you a hundred yuan beads!" Turn around and say: "In the situation tonight, how can a hundred Yuanzhu be able to do it? At least a thousand!"

The head of Wang was shocked and said: "One thousand, why don't you rob? Five hundred at most! No more, Lao Wang, I have cleaned out my trouser pocket!"

The female monk said with a hey: "Five hundred is five hundred, what you say, half of the deposit will be paid first, hurry up..."

The two hurried down the mountain while talking, but after a while, their figures disappeared together with their voices.

Song Ciwan: ...

She had a feeling of being reminded—Master Wang was worried about the little girl at home, so why didn't Song Ciwan worry about the big white goose at home?
Immediately, she didn't delay any longer, and returned to the cave as soon as she turned around.

With a rub of her hands, Song Ciwan changed her face, including her clothes and magic weapons. Then the black-hearted magic sword "Lu Zhong" disappeared, and the immortal cultivator "Xin Mian" reappeared in the world.

Song Ciwan released the newly obtained magic weapon, the flying rope, and the long rope turned into a turquoise rainbow, which brought Song Ciwan and flew down the mountain in an instant.

The flying height of the flying cable is very low, and the speed is not fast.Song Ciwan blessed it with the Wind Control Technique, which greatly increased the flying speed of Feitiansuo, and then after a few breaths, he caught up with the two heads of Wang who were going away in front of him.

Then, they saw the two people on the road suddenly stopping at the foot of Wangjiang Mountain.

What happened at the foot of Wangjiang Mountain?
Song Ciwan pressed the flying cable, followed the line of sight of the two headmen Wang to the direction of the Hall of Deacons, and was shocked at the same time.

I saw the direction of the Deacon's Hall, the formerly prosperous and prosperous halls and pavilions somehow seemed to have been washed away by the power of time, and suddenly formed a weathered posture, collapsed under the dim sky.

In front of those old and mottled ruined walls, there were more than a dozen monks wearing deacon uniforms bowing their heads and kneeling down.

These monks all had broken heads and shriveled skin, and dark red blood dripped from their five orifices, dripping, dripping, and meandering together in the huge square in front of the Deacon Hall.

Head Wang stood there for a while, then lowered his voice and pulled Daoyou Liu beside him, "No, they are all dead, hurry up, let's go!"

Without glancing in the direction of the Deacon Hall, the two of them immediately used their own methods to increase their speed to the limit and rushed towards the streets of Pinglan City.

They rushed past from the edge of the square, so they could not see the monks of the Deacon Hall who were left behind by them and were kneeling with their heads down. Suddenly, they all raised their heads again!

Ka Ka Ka, the sound of bones struggling.

After the broken heads were lifted up, they turned their faces eastward in unison, which was the direction where Sect Leader Wang and Fellow Daoist Liu left!
Song Ciwan saw this scene from the back, and she didn't dare to delay at the moment, and she used her speed to the limit—she even gave up the flying cable, which was too slow, not as good as her Wind Control Technique and Time Night escape.

The cool wind of Kuiye was blowing towards her face, and the lights of Pinglan City seemed to be connected into strips of light beside her.

There were almost no pedestrians in the city, only the soldiers of the City Patrol Division held bronze gongs and rang loudly: "The Shangyuan is coming, close the door, ghosts are walking at night, don't come out!"

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In the streets, screams could still be heard from time to time.

(End of this chapter)