I have a long pupil

Chapter 163

After the Awakening of Insects comes the vernal equinox. In previous years, it was the busy farming season, with the day and night being equally divided and the sun shining brightly.But now, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and it rained continuously for several days.

Even so, the dense fog covering the land has not dissipated, and the rain, waterfall, and water mist are all hazy as far as the line of sight is concerned.

In Qingfengzhai, the accumulated water is knee deep.

The turbid muddy water has a faint fishy smell, wrapped in fallen leaves and branches washed down from the mountain, making it a mess.

"Quickly dig!"

"Call more people!"

There was constant yelling in the cottage, and under the leadership of Village Master Wu and Yu Kui, the crowd frantically brandished iron hoes and desperately dug the flood discharge channel.

The terrain of Qingfengzhai is relatively high, but it is a basin after all, and a stone wall was built outside. It was fine in previous years, but in today's horrible weather, if you are not careful, you will encounter mountain torrents.

However, trouble arose.

The dense fog and humidity for many days actually caused the iron locks of the suspension bridge to corrode and solidify into a lump, no matter how hard the men tried, they would not budge.

And in the surrounding mountain crevices, the yellow water has converged into the river, flowing down from all directions, and the momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

"Get out of the way, I'll come!"

Chu Peng, Yu Kui's disciple, roared loudly.

There was a problem when he was practicing the Beast Sect, and he became covered in black hair and fangs, like a monster.

But fortunately, he passed the test smoothly, and his mind was not damaged.

Under his control, the burly furbolg roared, ran wildly on all fours, splashed a large amount of water, and slammed into the heavy suspension bridge with a bang.

Click!

Wood was scattered everywhere, and the suspension bridge broke in two.

The flood discharge channel has already been dug through, mud and rocks rush out like a yellow dragon along the channel of the wall of the village, and pour down the steep mountain road.

In the Shanzhai basin, the water level suddenly dropped, and the trembling villagers lying on the roof also breathed a sigh of relief.

In the Liuling Temple, Wang Xin stood on the courtyard wall, watching the hidden dangers being lifted, but his face was not the slightest bit happy, but full of worry, he turned his head to check.

On the sacrificial table in the temple, Zhang Biao and Yu Ziqing were sitting cross-legged, with their eyes closed, and Yueying lay beside them.

A few days after returning from Lushan City, it rained continuously.

The flash flood came suddenly, thanks to Liu Ling's warning in time, but Zhang Biao and the others couldn't take care of it, because there were more important things...

In the spirit world, there is another scene.

Outside Liu Ling God's Domain, there was a strong wind and black mist.

This black mist is also very strange, gloomy and cloudy, it actually forms a black river, rushing and flowing outside the domain of God like a living thing,
Everywhere along the way, thick mildew stains were left behind, and there were still many dead ghosts wrapped in the Black River, rolling and struggling along the river.

"Fortunately, God's Domain resisted."

Yu Ziqing looked at the scene in front of him, with palpitations on his face, and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother Zhang, what the hell is this?"

"It's black evil spirit, a kind of fierce spirit."

There was a glint in Zhang Biao's eyes, and his brows were wrinkled.

Heisha (Yellow Level [-])
1. The yin and yang are chaotic, the evil energy gathers, and the dark and yin evil form a river of their own, rushing to the river of forgetfulness.

2. The fierce spirit of the spirit world gathers, enveloping the souls of the dead and fierce ghosts. The powerful ones can give birth to ghosts and gods, which travel around and finally flow into the Wangchuan River.Weaknesses are ominous.

3. Do not approach the stranger, and keep the dead away.

4. Due to the rules of the spirit world, it will impact the gods along the way...

Zhang Biao did not expect to encounter this thing so soon.

Fang Xiangzong's Jia Zuo is in the same lineage, specializing in dealing with this thing, called "Jia Zuo Shi Ji", which is a fierce spirit between heaven and earth, and there are many types. The red and black evils he encountered in the capital belong to this category.

But unlike the red fierce black fierce, this thing was born from the rules of the spirit world, and it has something to do with the Wangchuan River.

Zhang Biao had a vague idea in his mind.

Ming Huohua, Snake Banyan, and Heisha in front of him all seem to be used to clean up the spirit world, as if there is an invisible force managing all of them.

This thing is a moving river.

Judging from the situation, it should be related to the ubiquitous mold spots in the spirit world, wrapping the ghosts of the dead along the way, and finally flowing into the river of forgetfulness.

The trouble is, they will also attack God's Domain.

Xuandu Temple, Five Immortals Sect, the arrangement of these sects located in the spirit world, are they destroyed by these things, so the grades are dropped?
Is weakness an ominous thing...

Zhang Biao's heart moved, and he raised his left wrist.

With true energy running, the black gun head in front of the invisible hook lock flew out immediately, and rushed into Heihe with a bang.

This thing was originally a sacrificial vessel for vulgar gods, but later it turned into an ominous object, controlled by ghouls, and became the core of the capital's gangsters.

After Huo Luojiao got it, he washed it with the power of incense and fire and refined it into a magic weapon, but it was still an ominous thing.

clap la la...

The tip of the gun broke into the Heisha River, which immediately caused a shocking movement, just like Nezha's red silk entering the sea and stirring up rough waves.

Zhang Biao suddenly realized, and immediately knew the reason.

The sacred weapon attracts the power of incense and fire, and turns it into an ominous thing, which can absorb the evil spirit, which just destroys the evil spirit of the Heisha River.

It can be said to be one thing.

Thinking of this, he used the Phoenix Fire again.

But the bloody flame rushed into the Heisha River along the invisible hook lock, which instead concentrated its stabilizing force to fight against the Phoenix Fire.

But it's superfluous...

Zhang Biao was speechless, and withdrew the Phoenix Fire, using only the tip of the gun.

After a while, the Heisha River tended to collapse, and some dead souls escaped, and stood on the spot with their heads down, acting like they were alive and dead.

And some ghosts took the opportunity to stay away.

Finally, the Heisha River crashed into pieces, but it did not disappear. Instead, it turned into streams, carrying the souls of the dead who had not yet left, gathered into a ball, and flowed away into the distance.

rustling...

The branches of the willow spirit swayed, as if celebrating the end of the catastrophe. A cool air enveloped Zhang Biao, washing away his irritability.

Zhang Biao laughed dumbfounded, and took back the invisible hook lock.

Natural spirits are like this. As a vulgar god, their minds are simpler than Yan Shangu's. If you help it, it will definitely repay you. It is simple and straightforward.

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing also heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm just getting started, and I really wouldn't be able to deal with this matter without Brother Zhang's help."

Zhang Biao patted him on the shoulder, "Spiritual witches are like this. You need to gather incense for Liu Ling. After its divine domain is strengthened, it will naturally not be afraid of this thing."

"In the inheritance of the Tiger Temple, there is the art of controlling spirits. If you master it well, you can turn it into the willow spirit magic art, drive ghost soldiers, and build temples and restrictions in the spirit world."

"Also, the population of Qingfengzhai is too small. Now that Zheng Yongxiang has gained the power of Moyang City, it is better to issue an order to gather the refugees from all directions. He will not mind if he wants to come."

Yu Ziqing frowned and said, "I've thought about this too, but there's not enough food in the village, and Liu Ling hasn't found a substitute yet, so it's not the right time yet."

Among the willow spirit magic arts, there is the method of imperial planting, which can use the divine power of incense and fire to cultivate and transform crops, but it must conform to the nature of the plants.

easy to say, hard to do.

It's a pity that I don't know what those sects have cultivated.

"You can do it as you see."

Seeing that Yu Ziqing had his own ideas, Zhang Biao was not angry but happy. After nodding slightly, he came to a few spiritual fields in front of Liu Ling.

Now Liu Ling only has the fourth grade, and the power of incense is limited, so there are very few spiritual fields cultivated.

On the black spiritual field, green shoots have emerged.

These are the seeds of the refreshing grass that he got from the dragon corpse medicine field in the capital city. He had already planted them when he went to Lushan City. He originally wanted to save some for dispensing and give some to Aunt Yanshan, but unexpectedly, the Five Immortals also wanted to buy them in large quantities.

He had already used up all his dragon blood ginseng, and using Sanming ground fire lucidum alone would not be as effective as the blending of various herbs, so it was necessary to plant a large amount.

The refreshing grass is not like precious medicines such as dragon blood ginseng. It takes hundreds of years to grow, but it also needs a suitable environment.

Fortunately, the Jiangliang lineage has the method of spiritual field, if you find the corpses of ghosts and gods as fertilizer, you can quickly ripen them.

But this corpse of ghosts and gods is really hard to find.

He has already contacted Zheng Yongxiang and asked him to pay attention to the ghosts and gods haunting Huaizhou. After beheading and stabilizing one side, everyone will get their own place.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking of the wreckage of the demon cultivator at Aunt Yanshan and the huge palm print of Duliangshan.

There was a great war in the Huaizhou area, and I don't know if there are ghosts, gods and spirits left.

If it was before, he really couldn't help it. After all, with the vastness of the spirit world, it was hard to find traces, but now there is a way of dreaming.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao hastily withdrew from the spirit world.

He left the temple quickly, only to see that the mountain torrent in Qingfeng Village had receded, and now it was still below his feet, and there were mud and branches all over the place.

Yu Kui and others were picking up the corpses, but they were some unlucky wild goats and wild boars, who were rushed out of the mountains by the torrent, smashed their heads, and died.

Everyone peeled the skin directly, and it seemed that they were going to stew the broth.

"Let Ziqing take a look first to prevent the plague."

Zhang Biao gave an order and returned to the cave.

Inside the cave, there was also mud everywhere.

Zhang Biao frowned when he saw it.

His cave was built with a slope, and the stone platform outside also has a drainage channel, how could it be made like this.

When he came to the depths of the cave, he understood it instantly.

Before Wu Tiexiong and the others dug out the stone jade mine, the depths were submerged in groundwater and the water quality was sweet, so they simply kept it as water for the cave.

But now, the pool is overflowing, flowing out through the cave, making a mess.

I'm afraid we won't be able to clean up until after the heavy rain stops.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, sat cross-legged on the stone couch, first carried Zhou Tian to expel the erysipelas, then put on the Nuo mask and poured in his true energy.

Whoa!

The Nuo face was replaced and turned into a three-eyed Birch bird.

Yueying showed his figure and guarded Zhang Biao's physical body, while his eyelids trembled violently and he fell into a dream.

In the haze, Zhang Biao woke up.

Affected by what he saw before entering the dream, he was also in the cave in the dream, but everything was blurred, and the stone walls of the cave were rippling like a river.

Zhang Biao is not surprised to have received Birch's inheritance.

The scenes in the dream are all affected by the residual consciousness. This situation is mostly related to his driving away the Heisha River and the impression of mountain torrents.

Zhang Biao was still sitting cross-legged, pinching the seal and making a murmuring sound while infusing true energy to drive Nuomian Boqi.

Inside the Nuo face, the spirit of the fourth-grade black dream snake absorbed last time, along the bronze eyes on the Nuo face, continuously radiates outward.

Gradually, the surroundings became pitch black.

Witchcraft: Dream Divination!
In the darkness, only the stone platform where Zhang Biao sat cross-legged was bright, and there was no movement around, and the dead silence was scary.

Zhang Biao didn't panic, he kept chanting the corpse of ghosts and gods in his heart.

At the same time, the dream bubble he was in began to emit invisible fluctuations.

This is the method of dream divination, performed through Boqi's Nuo face, which can keep awake all the time, far more powerful than Cui Laodao's wandering and confused divination method.

The invisible fluctuations are fast, spreading outward continuously, and passing by dream bubbles one by one.

Suddenly, a dream bubble trembled slightly.

In the dark area in front of Zhang Biao, a faint white mist suddenly rose, and then a blurred light and shadow formed:

The dense forest was overgrown, dark and damp, a lantern swayed from side to side, accompanied by violent panting, a man with the appearance of a scholar was sweating profusely, running wildly.

The man's Confucian robe was shabby and full of patches, and his face was extremely haggard, and he turned his head to watch in horror from time to time.

There was a rustle in the darkness, it seemed that something was chasing him, and the speed was getting faster and faster...

(End of this chapter)