There are bones everywhere at the foot of Wangu Mountain, and each bone sticks out there, shining brightly, like a bunch of sharp daggers.
There is a swamp-like area near the foot of the mountain, with billowing methane and a fishy smell filling the air.
The mysterious senior, the tower spirit and I activated our spiritual energy to form a barrier so that we would not be affected by the diffused methane.
There were dead trees everywhere, and the temperature was a bit high, revealing the grayish-white ground. There was also a wind of destruction blowing from time to time, and wherever it passed, the bones broke apart and turned into flying bone fragments that scattered into the air.
In order not to attract the attention of the ghosts, we could only move close to the ground. My toes touched the bones one by one, and my body kept jumping up.
Since the tower spirit and the mysterious senior were not in physical form, they were flying at a low altitude.
But the white bones were exposed, so we were still easily discovered. We encountered more than a dozen evil spirits on the road, and we easily dealt with them all.
The fog ahead was getting thicker and thicker, and the sound of ghosts roaring could be heard from inside. The "whooshing" sound continued in the thick fog, making people feel palpitating.
Standing in front of the fog, we took shelter under a dead tree for a while.
After my spiritual energy returned to its peak, I said, "Let's go into the mist and try to find the ancient Bodhi tree as soon as possible."
"Yes, Master."
The tower spirit replied respectfully. The mysterious senior did not say anything.
Just like that, we went straight into the fog.
As soon as I entered the mist, everything in front of me became dark, and the surroundings became a dark space. Even the bones had a thin layer of crystals on their surface due to the long-term influence of the ghost energy.
The crystals emitted a black light. At the same time, what surprised me was that a road appeared in this gray space.
The road is paved with bones, extending straight into the depths.
There was nothing around the road except fog and dead trees.
We followed the method taught by the mysterious senior and hid our bodies, so ordinary ghosts could not sense our existence. However, this invisibility technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy, so we did not use it before.
There were ghosts on both sides of the tree, flying back and forth, holding bones in their hands. The bones had been refined into ghost weapons, with ghost patterns on them.
The aura of Hongmeng also appeared on the bodies of many ghosts.
It seems that what Chief Qifei said before was correct. The ghosts on Wangu Mountain have indeed mastered a method of practicing by utilizing both ghost energy and primordial energy at the same time.
The ghosts were guarding the intersection, looking around.
Although we used the art of invisibility, the fog still caused some fluctuations to a certain extent.
A long-tongued ghost noticed this side and made a "gurgling" sound from his mouth, as if he had a mouthful of sticky phlegm stuck in his mouth and couldn't cough it out, which made people feel disgusted.
There are many resentful ghosts next to the long-tongued ghost.
"You guys stay here first, I'll go over there and take a look."
The long-tongued ghost gave a few instructions to the resentful ghost next to him.
The resentful ghosts made eerie sounds and replied, "Yes, Master Faru."
It seems that this long-tongued ghost is the leader of these resentful ghosts, otherwise they would not be so respectful.
The long-tongued ghost said nothing, his soul body trembled, stimulating the ghost energy on his body, and rushed towards us. I sensed that he was only at the level of a ghost king, so there was no need to worry.
We moved slightly and moved closer to the dead forest.
Under the dead forest, there was a huge rock, and we stood under the rock.
The long-tongued ghost stopped in mid-air, sniffed the air with his black nose, and said to himself, "Hey, why is there a strange smell?"
A puzzled expression appeared on his grimace.
Then, he stuck to the ground like a dog, sniffing around, and rushed towards us.
The mysterious senior looked at me and said, "Although my method can hide my body and my aura, it cannot hide the slight fluctuation of spiritual energy. This long-tongued ghost's nose is so good, he must have smelled the scent of spiritual energy."
I sent a voice message and asked the mysterious senior in confusion: "Senior, does spiritual energy have a smell?"
The mysterious elder smiled and said, "Nature has a smell. Everything has its own smell. As long as you can find the smell and identify it, even a blind person will know what it is. The key is that the smells of some things are very similar, so it is difficult to distinguish them."
This is the first time I've heard of this.
If this is the case, then the statement that air is colorless and odorless is also wrong, because air also has its own smell.
"Master, the long-tongued ghost is coming." Tower Spirit transmitted the message to me.
I stopped talking, glanced at the mysterious senior, and asked, "Senior, what should we do? Otherwise, let's kill this long-tongued ghost."
But the mysterious senior denied my words and said, "No, we can't kill them. In the mist of Wangu Mountain, I can sense that there are beings more powerful than the ghost fairy. Although we can resist the ghost fairy, we cannot resist such a powerful being."
"That powerful being probably hasn't awakened yet, so we can't easily manipulate the spiritual energy to kill the ghosts here. And if the spiritual energy is too agitated, it will probably attract the attention of that powerful being."
Damn it, so after we enter here, we can't use our spiritual energy easily. Doesn't that mean we are a little timid
The key is that this long-tongued devil is coming to our side soon. What should we do
Perhaps he saw my worry, the mysterious senior said, "Leave this long-tongued ghost to me. I will deal with it."
As the mysterious senior spoke, his shadow flew towards the long-tongued ghost.
The long-tongued ghost was still sniffing the scent of spiritual energy and came up.
The shadow of the mysterious man was already close to him. The long-tongued ghost was quite interesting. His nose started from the foot of the mysterious man's shadow and continued to sniff upwards.
He was still mumbling in his mouth: "Hey, what's going on? The smell here is so strong, why is there nothing?"
Before the long-tongued ghost could finish his words, the mysterious senior made a gesture with his hands.
The spell flashed with golden light and sank directly into the long-tongued ghost's soul. The long-tongued ghost only let out a sound of "Ouch!", and his soul just floated there stupidly, with his eyes dull.
I hurried to the mysterious senior and asked, "Senior, what is your method?"
The mysterious elder smiled and said, "It's just a small Taoist technique. I have dispersed the soul of this long-tongued ghost. Although he is alive now, his soul has been shattered. He has lost his soul. His soul will not last long. It will dissipate on its own in three days."
There is such a method to attack ghosts, it's really powerful.
You should know that the ghost's body is composed of the soul and ghost energy. If you destroy the ghost's soul without touching the ghost energy, it is like peeling an egg from a raw egg.
Shell, quite difficult.
The long-tongued ghost body floated there motionlessly, like a fool.
The mysterious senior looked at me and said, "Let's go, let's continue walking inside."
Afterwards, the mysterious senior took the lead, and Talling and I followed behind.
Fortunately, there are not many ghosts like the long-tongued ghost, so although we encountered many evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, ghost kings, and even a ghost fairy sitting in a sedan chair along the way, we were not attacked.
But the deeper you go into the Mountain of Ten Thousand Bones, the fewer bones you find.
Although the number of bones was small, the color of the bones turned into dark gold. I was very surprised because only those who had reached the stage of transcending tribulation could have dark gold bones.
In other words, many of the cultivators who came here were cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and they were all powerful people from the ancient times.
I counted them, and not counting those far away, there were dozens of pale golden bones that I could see. It was unimaginable that those ancient powerful men had died here.
There were even quite a few Taoist weapons thrown on the ground.
However, most of those Taoist weapons were corroded by the ghost energy. With the slightest touch, they turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
A strong person in the Tribulation Stage is equivalent to a ghost fairy among ghosts. If that is the case, the ghost that killed so many strong people in the Tribulation Stage must not be a ghost fairy level ghost, but should be the powerful existence deep in Wangu Mountain.
"Let's go, don't waste time, I'll move on quickly." The mysterious senior reminded.
I hurriedly continued walking forward, but what I didn't expect was that as I walked, plants appeared in front of us.
That’s right, they are plants. The leaves of those plants are black and curled, and their slender and dense roots are distributed above the grayish-white soil.
The plant has only two leaves. Below the leaves, there is a small oval-shaped object similar to a date pit, which is slightly bulging.
I wanted to go over there to take a look, but the mysterious man stopped me and said, "Don't go over there. There's something strange about those plants."
I stopped and looked at the plants with doubt.
It was true. After waiting for a while, I found that the curled leaves on a plant actually stretched out.
Then a ball of ghost energy emerged from it. As the ghost energy swirled, the soul of a ghost emerged from it.
The ghost greedily absorbed the primordial energy on the leaves of the plant, and said to himself with a smile: "Master Ghost, these ghost flowers you brought back are really treasures. I didn't expect that after only one year in there, I have mastered the primordial energy and successfully broke through to the level of Ghost King. I am really lucky."
Ghost flower? That should be the name of this curled plant.
Just when the mysterious senior, the tower spirit and I were all very surprised, suddenly, a "clang clang" sound came from the depths, like the sound of a gong.
Then a shadow appeared there.
It was a female ghost with the cultivation level of a ghost fairy, with long flowing hair and a pale face, without any human color. She must have died of pregnancy, with a bulging belly. In her hand, she was holding something the size of a pot lid, which was covered with ghost patterns.
As long as the ghost energy is shaken, the thing will make a noise. I think it is a ghost weapon.
"Clang, clang!" The ghost weapon shook a few more times.
At this time, the ghost fairy woman, or blood ghost, said coldly: "Master Ghost has ordered that the one-year time is up, and you ghosts should leave here. Leave quickly, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."
(to be continued)
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