With Song Ren, a treasure hunter, several people successfully checked into the inn. They stayed in the inn for two days, and the civilians in the city had moved out of Longxing City one after another. The originally lively city suddenly became deserted. Except for the mysterious monks who occasionally came out to inspect, there were no mortals who had no cultivation at all.
According to Xuanmen's arrangement, Yi Qing went out twice in the past two days, both to reinforce the defenses outside the city. Only then did he understand the difference between these so-called Xuanshi and monks, and they seemed to be more inclined to Fu Xiu. In addition to using the peach wood sword that has no power, the most used is the magic charm. The so-called fortified defense outside the city is just outside the city gate, covered with all kinds of low-level charms.
Yi Qing watched the corners of his mouth twitching, if those so-called White Ghosts were really large enough to attack the city. These low-level spells obviously couldn't stop them for a quarter of an hour, but everyone had a serious look on their faces. Thinking of their cultivation level, Yi Qing had no choice but to take advantage of the unpreparedness and set up a great formation to protect the mountain around the city gate.
More and more curious about those so-called white ghosts, what are they
Yi Qing didn't wait long. The next night, he sensed something strange. Something was about to come this way, with a sky full of yin, even though it was still a hundred miles away, the temperature in the city plummeted.
"Shang Xian?" Song Ren looked at Yi Qing who suddenly stood up, glanced at him with some doubts, half thought of something, and suddenly widened his eyes, "Is it the White Walkers..."
"Yeah." Yi Qing nodded.
Song Ren looked flustered, turned and walked towards Shen Ying's room, "Then I'll wake up Shen Xian."
"Come back!" Yi Qing quickly pulled the person back, "Master is asleep."
"Ah?" Song Ren was taken aback, then what
"Wake her up now, Long Xingcheng really can't hold it anymore."
"… "
What do you mean
(⊙_⊙)
Yi Qing didn't mean to explain, picked him up, Yu Jian flew out of the city. As soon as they left the city, the yin air in the air became even stronger, and from a distance, they could see a black patch in front of them, even the moonlight was covered. The wind was blowing all around, and it was freezing cold.
The Xuanshi patrolling the city did not seem to notice these changes. Yi Qing hit him with aura, and sent out a voice transmission: The Other Ghosts have come!
The Xuanshi was stunned for a moment, looked around, and found no one, but still turned around and informed everyone.
Yi Qing didn't care too much, and directly Yu Jian flew in the direction where the yin qi gathered. In less than half a while, all kinds of screaming ghosts were heard. Only then did Yi Qing see clearly the appearance of the so-called Other Ghosts.
It was a dense black fog with ink, and even had a bit of demonic energy. It was obvious that he heard a shrill scream, but he couldn't see the real body at all. Only one or two vague ghosts flashed from inside. And the range of the black fog is so great that it even covers half of the forest. The speed is also extremely fast, and all the vegetation is withered.
Yi Qing was stunned by the sight in his eyes, it was as simple as... many ghosts glued together. Looking at it like this, it's not so much a group of White Walkers as it is one.
He flew straight down, and a blocking formation formed instantly, and the black mist that was rushing towards Longxing City was blocked. The shrill scream became more and more harsh.
Yi Qing took a step forward and let go of his divine sense to probe. There were indeed a lot of souls gathered in the black fog, but the souls were extremely thin, only a faint trace of souls could be seen floating by, and there were even a few. a close one.
This is... a remnant!
He suddenly opened his eyes wide. In this black fog, all the gathered souls were actually remnants, not half of them were completely intact!
what happened
It is said that the remnant soul is extremely fragile, and it will dissipate when it encounters a little fairy spirit. And it will only be touched by the main body, but the remnants here are obviously not like that. They are obviously completely unconscious, but they gather in groups, and their attack power is not weaker than that of evil ghosts. And this number, at a rough look, is more than tens of thousands.
So many remnants gathered by themselves, instead of returning to the main body
unless…
They have no body at all!
But the remnant souls are not conscious, why did they come here? He carefully glanced at the black fog, and after a while, he saw a different kind of aura, with a bit of hostility.
resentment!
They were under the tendency of resentment, just like Song Ren who rushed into the Immortal Realm.
"Song..." He subconsciously looked back at Song Ren, who had been silent for a while, only to find that a gloomy aura suddenly began to emerge from his body, which filled his body in less than a moment. Violent aura swelled in his eyes, and his eyes were red.
Is he... Affected by the resentment in the black mist? !
"Song Ren!" Yi Qing shouted loudly.
He didn't seem to hear, the resentment on his body became heavier and heavier, and his expression became more and more sinister, "Kill! Kill!" He murmured, and the next moment he directly escaped from the phantom body, and changed in an instant. Back to the immortal world that resentful look. It turned into a black mass and rushed towards the black mist of the remnant soul.
"Song Ren!" Yi Qing was in a hurry, and directly squeezed the formula, transformed into a spiritual energy and flew out, tying Song Ren, who had been completely swallowed up by grievances, and forcibly pulled him back. Spells with four or five layers of seals were successively distributed.
However, Song Ren seemed to have completely lost his mind, and began to frantically attack the magic circle around him. The already weak soul body became even weaker.
Madam Meng was not here, so his grievances could not be cleared away. Yi Qing's face sank, so he had to seal it back into the phantom body on the ground, and squeezed a few more tricks before slowly suppressing his resentment.
The Xuanshi in the city also rushed over at this time, and saw the black fog that filled the sky at a glance.
"Alien Ghosts, Alien Ghosts! They are indeed here!" Everyone's faces turned white.
"Exorcise the Other Ghosts!" I don't know who shouted. The Xuanshi didn't take a close look at all. They raised their peach wood swords and rushed towards the opposite side. They were about to cross the barrier of Yi Qingbu. Law.
Yi Qing's heart sank, "Don't go there!"
It was too late. The formation he just set up was only to isolate ghosts, but could not block the living. By the time he sealed Song Ren back into the phantom body, everyone over there had already rushed in, with a crisp sound of ding. There was a gap in the transparent array.
A large amount of black fog rushed out and went straight to the crowd. Before the people closest to him had time to take out the spell, their blood and energy burst out in an instant, turning into mummified corpses in an instant, and their vitality dissipated.
Yi Qing was full of irritability, and instantly wanted to imitate Papa Niu's scolding, "Fuck!
When he turned his hand, a sword qi was about to slash, but suddenly a chant came from the sky.
"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"
After the words fell, a clear energy suddenly swept over from the rear, instantly dispelling the rich black energy, and directly forcing the remnant souls back into the formation. A golden circle suddenly appeared in the air, and the golden light flourished, forming a layer of translucent golden arc, directly shrouding the black mist below.
A Taoist in Tsing Yi walked over from the back, looking at his 30 or 40-year-old appearance, holding a whisk in his hand, with a compassionate expression on his face. He only took two or three steps, but he was already in front of everyone.
Yi Qing saw his cultivation in an instant and was slightly startled, at the Spirit Transformation stage! In this small world, there are actually monks in the Spirit Transformation stage. More importantly, he was surrounded by a thick layer of golden light that was a bit dazzling, and the whole person was like a moving luminous body.
This is... the light of merit? !