It was like the gates of hell suddenly opened, and all the cultivators in the yard were surrounded by Baro Bones who rushed in like a tide. Most of the cultivators lost all their spiritual power, but they still had swords in their hands.
The leading disciple You Zishu held a long sword in his hand and stood in front of the disciples who had lost their spiritual power with two other high-level disciples. The Snow Spirit Sword sensed the fighting spirit of its master and vibrated slightly.
"Kill! Kill these murderers! They destroyed our 'spark'!"
The mayor, who was lying on the ground, shouted at Balogu who rushed up to confront the cultivator.
Before the mayor finished speaking, You Zishu's Snow Spirit Sword had already cut his throat.
Blood spurted out, like the red silk tied to a war drum being blown up, or like the restriction that cultivators were not allowed to harm mortals being broken by the first one.
These Baro bones only look like mortals, but they are not mortals.
You Zishu was never a talkative person. He used the spiritual power of the Snow Spirit to sweep across the group of Balor bones that were charging forward, cutting them in half, and then said in a cold voice, "Kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, this yard completely turned into a living hell.
Most of the cultivators have lost their spiritual power. Without the support of spiritual power, even high-level disciples are not afraid of facing these ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts.
But the low-level disciples were not very good at swordsmanship, and there were too many Baro bones rushing at them. They were caught in a dilemma and threw all swordsmanship out of the window, fighting for their lives.
Before the barrier was broken, when Leng Mushi ran into the house, he made Fen Lian eat the transformation pill refined from the red snake's demonic energy.
The Painted Skin that had grown rapidly on the spot, revealed its true appearance as a great demon again after a year. She laughed sneeringly, her mouth crooked and her eyes slanted, and she had no time to paint. She had not eaten meat for a long time, and she swallowed more than ten Balo bones in one go.
Smacking her lips, Fenlian said with disdain, "Pah, it tastes bad, it stinks."
Many of the disciples were frightened by the sudden appearance of the monster. Some of them couldn't tell whether it was a friend or an enemy, and directly stabbed Fenlian in the heel with a sword.
Fenlian cried out in pain, "Ouch!" and turned back angrily, "Are you blind? I'm one of you!"
Some low-level disciples were blocked behind her by her huge, flat body that was as tall as two rooms. She slapped Balogu, who was trying to chop her toes, away with a slap.
"Xiaomei, my dear, come on my shoulders. I will help you break the seal. Don't worry too much tonight. I don't think your master will blame you for saving people."
Fenlian stretched out a palm as big as a bed, lifted Xiaomei onto her shoulder, and then used the demonic power in her body to directly break Xiaomei's seal.
In an instant, the stench in the yard was covered by the fragrance of plum blossoms. On Xiaomei's face, which was always reserved and shy, the marks of plum blossoms gradually appeared, along his eyebrows and across his slender eyes, forming a series of carefully drawn and extremely enchanting flower ornaments, but they were real plum blossoms blooming on his face.
His meridians and blood vessels gradually bulged and changed color, his neck was covered with the bark of the plum tree, and the roots under his feet extended and directly pierced into Fenlian's shoulders, making him and her truly "one husband and wife".
His arms extended like plum tree branches, extending from Fenlian's shoulders and easily piercing Barro's flesh.
The disciples didn't know that there was a big painted skin like Fenlian among their companions, but most of them knew Xiaomei. It was because Xiaomei was usually gentle and never quarreled with others. He would always feel embarrassed when someone said something to him.
But at this moment he was seen standing on the shoulder of this big painted skin. Wherever Mei Zhi passed, the intestines of the Balo bones were pierced and their stomachs were broken, looking so ferocious.
You Zishu, who was standing in front of everyone and killing like crazy with the Snow Spirit in his hand, naturally also saw the two monsters joining the battle.
Due to his temperament, he subconsciously frowned. There had never been any monsters under the sect leader Zhengping, and his master had also warned him not to associate with monsters that had not been tamed.
But he also knew Xiaomei and knew that Xiaomei was a disciple of the Third Elder, but he had been doing odd jobs in the sect for many years. The Third Elder sealed his demonic power, so he could be considered to have been tamed.
But where did this painted skin come from? !
But at this moment, he couldn't care less. He was the only one with spiritual power left in the courtyard, and the surroundings were dead silent, and he had no spiritual power left.
The two middle-level disciples beside him clearly did not smell any death, but their spiritual power was still dissipated because they were pounced upon by those Baro Bones.
These evil creatures even covered their clothes with the foul-smelling lamp oil.
The blood ball that had rolled out of the woman's stomach earlier had already engulfed several baroque bones, forming a bloody man.
The bloody man rushed towards them. He seemed to have no fighting power and was defeated at the first blow. However, he could not withstand the flying blood spots. No matter how careful You Zishu was, he was accidentally stained with blood.
Feeling his spiritual power being drained away bit by bit, he began to panic more than ever before. He was not panicking for himself, but for the lives of the low-level disciples behind him.
And more importantly, he clearly thought that he had killed many Baro Bones, but for some reason, these Baro Bones seemed to be endless and kept gathering from the darkness in the town.
The initial few hundred people were basically dead on the ground, but hundreds of people came out of the town one after another.
Coupled with the blood man who was constantly absorbing the dead Balogu's strength, Youzi Shuxue's spirit dance was so dense that no one could get through, and half of his body was covered in blood, but he couldn't resist the disciples' loss of spiritual power. Balogu and the blood man kept approaching -
At this moment, Leng Mushi, who was flipped into darkness by the bed, stumbled and rolled in along the stairs. After reaching the bottom, she quickly saw everything below with the help of her eyesight after consuming the magic eagle eye.
This was a very narrow and cramped secret room, covered in dust and with a shabby bookcase. Leng Mushi didn't even have to look for it, as she had already seen Ye Kulang, less than half a step away from where she fell.
She simply didn't get up, but rolled over on the spot to check on the Night Crying Boy Ping An, who was lying on the ground, extremely emaciated with only a skeleton left.
His hands and feet were bound and his mouth was gagged, and he was tied to the legs of the book cabinet. The smell around him was very bad, and there was a rotten smell that filled the entire space.
"Are you safe?" She turned Ye Kulang over. He was completely unconscious and looked so thin. It was obvious that he had been suffering in this dark secret room for a long time.
Leng Mushi quickly took out the small rejuvenation pill, crushed it, took out the water bag from the storage bag, and gave it to him to drink with water.
If a mortal cannot survive after taking this, it must be that the person has run out of energy. This small rejuvenation pill has a mild medicinal property. If you feed the rejuvenation pill directly to a mortal, I'm afraid even a normal mortal will bleed from all seven orifices and die.
But there was no movement. The small rejuvenation pill that could restore the spiritual energy of a cultivator had no effect on the dying child.
Leng Mushi looked at Ping'an's eyes, which should have been extremely clear, but pus and blood flowed out when he moved. Her eyes were wet for a moment, and she immediately took out a rejuvenation pill that she asked Xuanzhu to make specially for her and fed it to him.
They had come back with great difficulty just to save this child. This child was the hope and faith of all the disciples, and he could not die here in such a tragic way!
The spiritual power in the rejuvenation pill flowed through Ping'an's body. Leng Mushi could even see through his thin skin and flesh that the spiritual power was rushing around, looking for an exit.
In the end... I can't keep it.
Even though he was so exhausted, he was still hanging on. I'm afraid he was just trying to find his mother.
He couldn't see anything with his eyes. When he went from house to house searching, and saw countless murderers of his mother calling him "Mom", did he know that he was going to die? Did he know whether he was still alive
Leng Mushi took a deep breath and exhaled tremblingly. Tears blurred her vision. She supported herself on the ground with her hands, feeling desolate in her heart.
She couldn't help but think of her mother. Why did she go to that disgusting man for help when she was dying? Maybe... maybe the last person her mother wanted to see was not that old beast, but... what about her
Leng Mushi's throat made a humming sound, like the sound of a seriously injured animal on the verge of death. She choked and sobbed, with a resentment surging in her heart that almost burst out of her body.
She didn't blame anyone else, but herself.
At this moment, the spiritual power of the rejuvenation pill in Ping An's body slowly dissipated, and he was completely out of breath, even the last bit of life disappeared.
But at this moment, Leng Mushi felt something hitting her in the storage bag on her waist.
She hurriedly took out the soul-gathering bag from the storage bag tremblingly. After unfolding it, she saw Ping'an pulling his mother out from inside.
The soul of a person who died peacefully on the ground also merged into them. The two people here were all residual souls, but during this period of time, with the help of the vitality of the rejuvenation pill, they actually looked slightly glowing.
"Thank you, sister. I found my mother."
Ping'an opened his mouth, and his eyes recovered, and his skin and flesh returned to their original appearance in life. He was completely different from the child who was like a skeleton on the ground. His chubby face was now full and chubby, very cute.
Leng Mushi shook her head, tears streaming down her face, "I still couldn't save you after all..."
"No, sister, I just wanted to find my mother, and you helped me find her," Ping An said, "I don't want to live without my mother."
Leng Mushi lowered her head and moved her lips. She judged others by herself. She had thought the same way back then, but her mother did not allow her to die. As a mother, how could she wish for her own child to die
Leng Mushi looked at the woman standing next to her hugging Ping An, whose soul was much calmer than Ping An's. She looked very contented and kept stroking her child's head and face.
"It's already good. I was the one who killed him. I hid him here, blocked his mouth so he wouldn't scream, and tied his feet so he wouldn't run out and be discovered. But I couldn't defeat the evil thing that was parasitic in my body. I always couldn't remember him... That's why he died so miserably."
The woman burst into tears. "Blame me."
"Don't cry, mother. I'm safe, not in pain, not hungry, and not afraid of the dark..."
Leng Mushi was choking with sobs, but she still asked, "What do you mean by parasite? Aren't you pregnant?"
The woman's expression twisted for a moment. "No, how could I be pregnant with an evil creature? They put that evil creature in my body. It absorbed my flesh and blood, corroded everything about me, and eventually broke out of my body and turned into more of those disgusting things. They call that thing fire."
The woman said: "When I was awake occasionally, in addition to secretly sending food to Ping An, I also tried to kill the evil spirits in my body in various ways, but I was too incompetent after all, and killed my Ping An..."
The mother and son hugged each other again, but they didn't cry. Instead, they smiled and kissed each other.
Leng Mushi's eyes were burned by this scene. She couldn't imagine, when the whole village was full of evil creatures and she herself was also parasitized by evil creatures, what kind of willpower this woman had to tenaciously preserve her consciousness, hide her child, and endure endless humiliation and torment.
Yesterday, when the disciples were driven out of the town, was she conscious? Seeing hope come and go, did she ever think of giving up? Jumping off the wall
Leng Mushi wiped her face fiercely and cried, "But you are residual souls... you will eventually sink into the Forgotten River."
The residual soul cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation. Such a big thing has happened in this town. Soon, the ghost officer who catches souls from the underworld will arrive. At that time, the residual soul will be taken into the Forgotten River, drowned and melted in that endless river, and will no longer have consciousness and future.
Ping'an will never find his mother again.
The mother and son didn't even care about death, but when they heard that they were going to be separated, they hugged each other and cried.
The woman couldn't help but beg Leng Mushi, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed to her, "Fairy, can you save us? We just... just want to be together."
“Sister…” Ping An also hugged Leng Mushi and begged her to help them find a solution.
Leng Mushi burst into tears. The cycle of life and death has its destiny, and karma is not something that can be interfered with by humans.
The love between Ping'an and his mother will only last this long in this life and the next.
Practitioners should avoid interfering with reincarnation and meddling in matters of life and death.
However, Leng Mushi was hugged and begged by two residual souls. She clearly could not feel any weight, but she felt that there was a weight of more than a thousand pounds on her shoulders, which made her unable to raise her head and even breathe smoothly. She choked several times and could not say no.
She took out all the pills she had with her. They were all her treasures, but there was not one that could keep her soul from being taken away by the Soul Catcher in the Underworld after taking it.
Leng Mushi really felt desperate at this moment. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she worked day and night, what could she do
She couldn't go back in time, couldn't go back to her mother's side, and she couldn't even help this miserable mother and son stay together for a moment longer.
Leng Mushi swept away the pills, and a sense of guilt began to arise in his heart.
"Sister, don't cry," Ping An held Leng Mushi's face with his already dim palm.
Wipe away her tears.
"It's okay, don't cry, I found my mother, that's all."
“Yes,” the woman forced a smile, “Sinking into the River of Oblivion is also becoming one. At that time, you will be in me and I will be in you. It will be another way of being together.” Although they will forget everything.
Leng Mushi felt as if something had hit her heart hard when she heard that. She dodged back abruptly, and the next moment, her thoughts were churning like huge waves, pouring down from her head fiercely.
To be one is also to be together...
Become one!
Leng Mushi suddenly picked up the large or small alchemy furnace that Xiao Mian had given her, which she had overturned.
Leng Mushi held the alchemy furnace in her hand and said to Ping An and his mother in a trembling voice, "I am an alchemy practitioner. I am not good at fighting, but only at running away. I can't even help those desperate disciples outside."
"But... I am good at extracting vitality for medicine. I can evolve thousands of pill recipes. I can use parts of demons and beasts for medicine to control their behavior!"
Leng Mushi's eyes were red, burning with madness, "I think... since I can extract vitality, then can I also extract death energy and refine souls?"
At this moment, the sound of a distant drum was heard, and the disciples and evil spirits who were fighting fiercely outside were all swept away by a gust of cold wind.
That chilly wind could take away all the heat from a person's body, so the disciples and the Baro bones all froze and looked towards the dark vortex suspended in the air.
First a horse head appeared, and then a man riding a black horse with a shiny silver hook in his hand landed in the center of the battle.
The man was covered in a pure black cloak, and looked very tall. But if it weren't for the evil aura that was hard to ignore, and the silver hook in his hand that was so bright, he and his horse could even disappear in the darkness at will.
He reined in his horse and stood still, looking around at his disciples fighting in a panic and the corpses lying on the ground, and he let out a "whoa".
"If I take this batch back, I will definitely be the top pick for this year's soul-sucking champion."
The voice coming from inside the cloak was a female voice that sent chills down one's spine. The eight-foot-tall soul-catcher was not him, but her.
She paused for a moment, then actually pulled her horse back and made a gesture of invitation to everyone. She had no intention of joining the battle, but said, "Go on, little immortals, it's up to you.
After a brief pause, the crowd started fighting again. The soul-collecting official riding a black horse was watching the excitement from the side. It was not that she could not distinguish between good and evil, but it was an iron rule of the underworld that the ghost officials of the underworld were not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world.
But this did not stop her from sighing: "Oh, it has been many years since I have seen demons and cultivators fighting side by side to deal with other evil spirits."
"Hey, there are two more hiding underground? Let me go... Wow, this leading monk is really handsome," she crossed her arms, her eyes hidden in her cloak, looking at the leading monk with shining eyes.
The soul-collecting officer who was going to go to the underworld to collect the remaining souls was mesmerized by You Zishu's pale eyes and blood-stained face, which looked like a hanged ghost.
After all, this pale and lifeless appearance is very consistent with the aesthetic of the underworld. It is not easy for a living person to look like this. The soul-collecting officer was stunned for a moment.
This actually bought Leng Mushi a lot of time. After Leng Mushi told Ping An's mother and son about her wishful thinking, the mother and son agreed to let Leng Mushi try without hesitation.
Everything was ready. Before the furnace was opened, Leng Mushi knelt in front of the furnace, holding the rejuvenation pill that had returned all the spiritual energy in her hand, and asked Ping An and his mother, "I can't guarantee success. I don't even know what you will be after refining, a pill, or something else... Or you will disappear from the world and leave nothing, just like sinking into the River of Oblivion."
"It's okay, girl, try your best," Ping'an's mother said, "You don't know that under the mayor's skin is Barro Bone, but the mayor... is my father."
The woman seemed to find it very difficult to speak, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Those Barro bones have occupied human bodies, but they don't have any human ethics or integrity at all. They... they don't distinguish between each other and do whatever they want."
The woman said: "When I am sober, the only reason I live is to protect peace. I have been through this before, so what else do I have to fear?"
The woman hugged Ping An tightly, and Ping An rubbed against his mother affectionately.
Leng Mushi actually had a guess in her mind. Just by looking at the way the group of Baro bones screamed in unison when she stabbed the dagger into the woman's belly, she knew... they might have been soaked in blood for a hundred years, and their residual souls had been trapped together, and they had merged into one.
It's hard to tell who is who, so how can we talk about propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame? No matter how much they pretend to be living people, they are just living dead who can only vent their evil desires.
She nodded to the woman and swallowed all the rejuvenation pills. Her spiritual power flowed back and rushed through her body. She raised her hand and poured the spiritual power into the alchemy furnace and ignited the fire. This time, she was not refining a beast, nor was it a medicine containing vitality.
But the human soul.
When a person is alive, his body and soul occupy the five elements, so Leng Mushi did not even ask the law to suppress any spiritual roots. When the furnace fire was burning, he threw the mother and son who were hugging each other into the furnace.
All of a sudden the whole house began to tremble. Not only did Leng Mushi's spiritual energy flow into the alchemy furnace, but even the surrounding death energy, including the death energy of the Baro bones who were fighting outside, was sucked into the secret room.
The remaining clouds in the sky were stained with blood, and large patches of them invaded the moon. The disciples were completely unaware of it, but the Baro bones who were fighting fiercely moved increasingly slower.
However, the soul-collecting officer suddenly looked up at the sky, and then followed the source of the mad absorption of death energy to look into the house. He rode his horse through the wall and door, and looked into the secret room—
The moonlight is tinged with blood, which is a sign of the emergence of evil spirits!
The soul-catcher entered the room, stood on the turned-over bed board and looked down. However, before she could see what was happening, the evil energy on her body was sucked in because she was close to it!
"Oh my god!" She stepped back quickly, and hooked the silver hook in her hand in the air. Suddenly, a passage to the underworld appeared, just like the one she came from.
She rode in hastily, shouting, "What kind of evil spirit is coming out to the world to take lives?"
Then she ran back to the underworld along the passage in a trail of black smoke. However, when she got off the horse at the entrance of the underworld, she felt extremely distressed. Even though she ran so fast, half of the butt of her evil horse was still whipped off!
He has become a horse with only half a butt!
She ran to the Ghost King's Palace and exaggeratedly told the Ghost King about the impending appearance of some unknown evil demon that would not even spare the ghost officials.
The ghost king's ghostly aura covered his entire body, and nothing could be seen except a ball of black fog. He was sitting on the purgatory platform with the disordered life and death books of thousands of people spread out in front of him, and the names of the names circled him four times.
He was already in a state of panic, and upon hearing these words, his whole body became filled with evil spirit.
After a moment, he sighed silently: "Here it comes again..."
"Don't worry about it. Just wait until the storm is over and then go to collect souls." After the Ghost King said this, he slapped the ghost official out.
The ghost official returned to his own ghost palace and took off the stilts he had been standing on to appear nine feet tall. He suddenly became so petite that his black robe dragged on the ground.
She used a silver hook to mark a passage in her palace that was only wide enough for the face to pass through, and then she stretched out her face and looked down at the battle below in mid-air.
Thousands of Balo bones were hiding in this small town. The disciples fought hard and killed until their hands were tired. Balo bones were scattered all over the ground, but the bloody man was getting bigger and bigger, and was entangled with Fenlian and Xiaomei.
However, Balogu's movements were getting slower and slower. Even those who arrived later were sucked to the front of the mayor's house. They could not move and had to let their disciples cut their necks like chopping vegetables and melons.
In the secret room, Leng Mushi was sweating all over. The spiritual power that kept flowing into the alchemy furnace from her hands became less and less, and was gradually replaced by thick black death energy.
She had simply become a conveying vessel. After she had no more rejuvenation pills to make, the alchemy furnace that was fueled by the death energy began to stir slightly, and its speed was much faster than that of the alchemy furnace that was fueled by ordinary spiritual power. It could be seen that the furnace could start to produce pills.
She herself didn't know what she had refined, but now she was completely sure that death energy, like life energy, could be used for refining.
At this time, the pink lotus outside began to shrink rapidly, because the red snake transformation pill had been used up, and she could no longer maintain the body shape of the big monster.
After all, Xiaomei's seal was only cracked and not completely broken. He borrowed Fenlian's magic power. When Fenlian lost her magic power, he naturally fell with her.
At the moment when the pink lotus fell, no one was able to restrain the bloody man who was as tall as two rooms, and he slapped several low-level disciples away with one slap.
The morale of the Baro Bones was greatly boosted by this. They suppressed the disciples who had lost their spiritual power and were unable to continue, and pushed them inch by inch towards the back mountain.
There is no need to guess, the back mountain is the burial place of the Baro bones. These Baro bones are intended to be forced close to the mass grave to nurture the unformed Baro bones.
Just as the disciples were forced to retreat to the backyard, there was suddenly a loud bang that shook the sky and the earth. The houses in the entire yard were blown away by the huge impact and turned into powder in mid-air.
The spiritual light shot up into the sky like a giant pillar, the wind was blowing wildly all around, and vitality was constantly being drawn into the yard from all directions.
The spiritual light went straight to the sky, breaking through the blood-red clouds covering the moonlight—
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