The breeze is blowing in the forest. Looking from a high place, the treetops of every tree in the forest are blowing at the same time, like blue waves rolling.
At this moment, there are ten figures standing on the wave. Even if there are cultivators passing by at this moment, they will not think that nine of the ten people are not the real Mu Yumeng, and one of them has an unclear relationship with Mu Yumeng.
Although Mu Yu didn't want to kill at will, he had actually discovered that he had become so accustomed to the passage of life without realizing it, and something had quietly changed his view of life.
If some people don't deserve to be alive, then he does have to harvest their lives.
A black light and a red light flashed across Mu Yu's eyes, and they disappeared in a flash. He said calmly: "He is bright red, and he knows what he should do."
Old Shu Chang stood with his legs crossed. Seeing Mu Yudong's determination, he smiled again and said: "They are waiting for me. Mu Yumeng doesn't like war, but when war breaks out, they cannot stand by and watch. He knows that I want to resurrect a person named Deadwood Evergreen, so I need his soul to remain intact and go to the ghost island, where the soul can be nourished, and that is not the purpose of the ghost sect."
The ghost sect members are the beginning of Fu Muyu's killing.
"He found that the wounds on the body of the wood spirit have been repaired a lot, and the power of absorbing the soul can also repair it. He simply took me out of the ghost sect's legs that time and did not take care of them, maybe because he thought the ghost sect should die in my legs , become the nourishment of the wood spirit instead of dying in his legs.
I'm holding those three bodhi leaves. When I encounter the same situation again in the future, I can input my spiritual power into the bodhi leaves. It will turn into the Five Elements Escape Technique to help me escape. I can also rely on it to find him. . "
The old tree's long legs spread out, and three bodhi leaves gently floated from the palms of his legs and landed in front of Mu Yu's eyes. Mu Yu took the bodhi leaves and was surprised to find that the three bodhi leaves were actually related to the breath of the old tree. It seemed that there was an invisible thread that could find the location of the old tree.
"As far as he knows, there were many ghost sect members coming to the Moyun Mountains that time. I beg you to be careful and don't have another accident like the one just now." The old tree leader nodded kindly towards Mu Yu, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the woods. , the other eight Mu Yumeng also followed the old tree leader and left.
"The old tree looks very good." Long Teng said.
"No, let's talk about whether Yumeng can eat it?" Xiaoshuai asked, wagging his tail.
"Why do I eat everything! Go ahead and eat shit!" Long Teng said angrily.
Mu Yu laughed dumbly, Xiaoshuai was indeed a good boy who was not picky about food.
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There is a famous place in the Moyun Mountains, which is the Mass Burial Valley. The Mass Burial Valley is actually a crack in the ground, several kilometers long, more than two hundred meters wide, and bottomless.
Every midnight there are ghost cries and wolf howls coming from the east of the Mass Burial Valley, which is quite scary.
There are many villages near the Valley of Mass Burials. People in those villages have a custom of dressing the dead in the most solemn clothes after death and then throwing them into the Valley of Mass Burials.
In their legend, the Burial Valley is a crack in the earth leading to the underworld, and the dead are thrown into it before they can be reincarnated.
People from some cities will also transport corpses all the way there and then throw them east. There are also many good places for cultivators to destroy corpses and eliminate traces.
Gui Xuanyue once killed forty-nine Jindan stage cultivators there, and found Feng Haochen's hiding place by relying on the soul-seeking array.
The Mass Burial Valley is located on a high slope, which is shrouded in gray fog all year round, and even the sun cannot shine in. To the east of the high slope, there was a funeral procession composed of more than a few hundred people. At this moment, the mournful trumpet and suona were playing in front of the funeral procession.
Those more than a hundred people were all mortals, and they were people from nearby villages. The person who died in Mingyue was a ninety-year-old man. Is it quite good for a mortal to live to ninety years old? Because the seniority is extremely high, so according to the village According to the custom, the whole village came to pay their respects to the deceased.
Several people wearing linen and mourning carried a nanmu coffin, crying loudly, and paper money flying all the way, dancing in the wind. The funeral procession slowly walked along the mountain road to the Mass Burial Valley. It was difficult to walk on the slope, especially if it was carrying a heavy coffin, which was even more strenuous.
The faces of the coffin bearers turned red, and they needed to stop and rest for a while every time they walked. By the time they carried the coffin to the mass burial site, everyone was already sweating.
The coffin was parked on the edge of the Valley of Mass Burials. There was a gloomy wind from the east. If the paper money fell to the east, it would soon be blown back. If anyone paid attention, they would find that not a single piece of paper money could fall into the Valley of Mass Burials.
A simple table was placed in front of the coffin. There was an incense burner inside with three incense sticks and some sacrifices, so that the deceased would not be hungry on the road to hell.
There is an iron bucket on the ground, and the paper money inside is burning vigorously.
Forty or fifty family members knelt in front of the coffin and cried loudly. Although many people did not cry at all, but according to the custom of the village, the louder the descendants cry, the more filial they are, so every descendant cried at the top of his lungs. I cried out loud, fearing that I would be given an unfilial reputation.