Bone door.
Listening to the name, you can tell that this magic sect is not normal, and even the location of the station is very strange.
Lushui County, Yuzhou, close to the tributaries of the Yellow River, is most famous for the large reeds along the river bend outside the town. There have always been legends of ghosts.
At night, the beach was quiet, and there was not even a shadow of a person.
This is the place where the yin qi of the earth veins gathers.
I don't know from which dynasty or generation it started, the area around Hewan became a mass grave.
Those who died prematurely, those who fell ill, those who died in vain on the way of strangers, and the poor and the commoners were all buried here. During New Years and festivals, no one will come to set up bowls of rice and stick incense sticks. In the dark night, the steamed buns and the ghostly fires look very infiltrating.
This mass grave is rather strange, and wild dogs have never been seen picking up dead bodies.
There were people who wanted to make money and murdered the merchants who were passing by, and dumped their bodies on the river beach overnight. Unexpectedly, ten days and a half months later, when the case was released, the government went to the mass grave to investigate, and when the sacks of straw mats were opened, the corpse was actually uncorrupted, which is strange.
There are even some slaves and servants who were killed by the disasters of large families. They were hastily buried. After a few days, you can see that the original inconspicuous injuries are highlighted, which is extremely shocking.
In Lushui County, a husband beat his wife to death and claimed that he died suddenly, and poisoned a child and claimed to be drowning. Later, the coffin was opened and the evidence was revealed. There are as many as possible.
After going back and forth, no one dared to throw corpses on this mass grave, and would rather run a long way and throw them into the reeds, which is better than this dazzling evidence. Some people even wanted to question whether the deceased had any grievances, so they strongly demanded that they be buried on this beach, and then they were dug up and tested before moving to the clan cemetery for burial.
This unique custom of Lushui County makes every Lushuiling who has read the county annals feel his scalp numb.
After all, it was finally explained that the river beach mass burial mound was too heavy. Even in the hot summer, there was a biting cool wind blowing leisurely. Although the buried body did not rot in March, it was normal after this period. Now, although there are many rumors of demons, ghosts and ghosts, there is no such thing as a ghost cannibalism.
Power should be the greatness of the world, and there are all kinds of wonders. The eyes of Fengshui will always have visions, and the people are ignorant and fearful.
In fact, this mass burial mound is covered with a ghost gate formation, and it is also the residence of the main altar of the White Bone Gate.
Although I can't compliment the taste of this group of demon cultivators, ordinary cultivators will still change their faces when they come to this ghostly place.
The crescent moon hangs high, and the sound of water is faint.
Several figures came silently on the reeds, all of them stepping on the reed poles, not surprised by the dust, their big sleeves fluttering, and they trotted like flying. In the depths of the reeds, there are numerous dark shadows, all of them moving forward, and the moonlight occasionally reflects the cold light of the sword.
Chen He is also among them.
- No matter where Shi Feng went, how could he be left behind.
Closing the black cloak that was wrapped around him slightly, Chen He looked around coldly.
He was in the midst of demon cultivation, and some of the grass was unwilling to openly become an enemy of Venerable Guiming, and he was absolutely willing to hide his body. The magic cultivators are very cautious. Those with puppets and apprentices will never get too close to strangers. Chen He is not conspicuous in them.
There was a strange smell in the air.
This is the habit of people in the magic way to play sneak attacks, covering their heads and covering their faces, how to distinguish the enemy from me
Temporarily put some strong-smelling medicinal powder on the front of the clothes, it is not poison anyway, the ingredients are randomly mixed, and will be distributed before departure, so as not to be leaked.
It's just that everyone sniffed, and they always felt like the shaving oil sold in the powder shop in the town.
Putting the oil on a woman's hair and smearing her collar, it feels like—how can I say it
After the silent recitation, the people who had to burn their clothes stopped in unison. At the end of the reeds were the mass graves and the ghost gate array. In the eyes of the monks, the thick yin qi was still and unmoving, which was quite spectacular.
This is the helm of the White Bone Gate.
Shi Feng decided to take down this place before Venerable Guiming started.
For most low-level demon cultivators, right and wrong are meaningless, and it doesn't make much difference to which Demon Venerable you are loyal to. Sometimes what His Holiness needs is not their loyalty, but fear.
In the quiet night, the sound of Qi Qi's sacrifice was extremely harsh.
Shi Feng looked at Chen He from the corner of his eye, and found that Chen He in the crowd was very calm.
A thunderous explosion opened the prelude to tonight's bloody battle. The formation was attacked, and there was a sharp howl of ghosts and wolves from the yin qi. The magic cultivators scattered and used magic weapons.
The magic cultivators who turned away from the White Bone Gate became the vanguard of the attack formation. Where their magical weapons landed, arcs of different brilliant colors streaked across them one after another, touching the defensive formation formed by the ghosts, like a grand firework.
Chen He was not in a hurry, and the puppets around him were doing all the work.
Also watching quietly were the demon cultivators who were stepping on the reed pole in the void—the demon cultivators in the spirit-transforming stage had not come to join Shi Feng, and these Nascent Soul stage ones were nothing.
The White Bone Gate has fallen apart, and a group of masters died at the hands of Shi Feng a few years ago.
However, a hundred-footed worm will die without becoming stiff, and it will be a disaster if it remains.
Chen He slowly took out the blue-black bow from the storage bag. At this time, many disciples from the White Bone Gate came out of the formation to resist, some were frightened, and some were furious and not only yelling.
His eyes fell on the gloomy Baigumen elder at the back, and Chen He unhurriedly drew his bow.
- The essence, qi, and spirit of cultivators all reveal their own cultivation.
His fingers were steady and his belief was firm. Before the arrow was fired, the spiritual energy poured into it was like a stream of water slowly filling a teacup. It was even but not overflowing, and the fluctuation of true essence was not obvious.
The full force, like the water surface protruding from the rim of the cup, is perfectly solidified in this way.
The shrill screams were incessant, and the ghost gate formation was very difficult to deal with. The demon cultivators brought by Shi Feng were not able to work hard enough, and they couldn't fight them down for a while.
Shi Feng frowned slightly, putting one hand behind him and raising the other.
With a palm in the air, he hit hard in the swirling Yin Qi whirlpool.
The gray-black Nirvana True Essence was swallowed by the ghost of the guard formation. After a while, it screamed and screamed, and the formation blasted a gap.
Everyone was shocked, and they hadn't had time to take the opportunity to open the gap.
I saw a stream of light swept over at an unbelievably fast speed, as if Shi Feng's blow was opening the way for it. The bright rainbow flashed and brushed the hairs of the disciples of the White Bone Gate, and nailed it to the White Bone Gate, which was about to turn around and flee. Elder heart.
The elder was so powerful that he didn't die for a while, struggling to turn around.
Everyone subconsciously took a step back in place, as if they were afraid of a second cold arrow.
The elder had been standing at the back. Seeing that the formation was broken, his first reaction was to take the opportunity to escape, but he did not expect to be the first injured. The disciples of the White Bone Sect followed the arrow to see clearly, the elders wanted to run away, what else did they hit
The crowd dispersed, and the formation collapsed in an instant.
The magic cultivators, who smelled of shaving oil, found that the overall situation was settled, and they did not delay any longer, and they simply chased down the people who cut down these bones.
I looked around secretly, trying to find out who was shooting arrows here.
Chen He loosened the bowstring, turned his arm naturally, and covered the Kui bow under the cloak. When he reached out his hand again, the bow had already been put into the storage bag by him.
Even the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators who stepped on the reeds and stood vainly did not find it.
Shi Feng showed a faint smile, and quickly restrained:
"Whoever descends will not kill."
"Yes." The answer this time was obviously much neater than before.
Thousands of rumors, far less than a one-time witness.
They had all heard of Gorefiend's reputation and Shi Feng's strength, but they were not as effective as the ghost formation that destroyed the White Bone Gate as a barrier with a single blow.
This made them really feel that Venerable Guiming was nothing special - although this was also a mistake, how many of these people had actually seen Venerable Guiming? People always blindly believe what they see and what they grasp, as long as it is not within this scope, they will always be ignored by them.
Cultivators are people too.
They also have this problem.
The sound of fighting intensified instantly, and the soil flew. The main rudder of the White Bone Gate was a grave with a ruined monument. After retreating steadily, and after being attacked into the main rudder, the zombies driven by the White Bone Gate also came out, with a turbid corpse aura. The bruised claws and the hard body that was inaccessible to swordsmen blocked the doorway and passageway at once.
"Bah, you know how to make a fool of yourself with these things."
The magic cultivators sneered, and suddenly felt that the strong fragrance of shaving oil on themselves and their companions was very useful.
"Cough, hold your breath!"
Arrogant and laborious smashed down a large group of zombies, and the passage was finally cleared.
Chen He also followed the crowd and walked in.
Step over the fallen corpses - some fresh and bloody, some long dead.
Chen He's expression didn't change at all. The small world has been fighting for 40 years, what hasn't he seen? Dying is not a terrible thing, not dying is.
The corridor went all the way down, and the organs had been cleaned up by the demon cultivator in front. The zombies that got up from time to time were stepped on by the puppets beside Chen He.
Overturned things everywhere, discarded bells that drive ghosts.
Some demon cultivators started to kill, ignoring the order of the descendants not to kill, and the blood was extremely strong.
When he came to the open hall, Chen He saw the elder who was hit by the arrow at a glance, standing in a cold sweat on a stone wall carved with a unicorn, shouting something sternly.
Since it is a tomb, of course there is a mechanism of self-destruction and collapse. It is easy to bury mortals alive, but it is difficult to trap monks.
Everyone cautiously stopped.
"I... I'm willing to be loyal to the Gorefiend, stop it!" The elder gasped desperately.
Chen He glanced at him boringly, then turned around and began to ponder the location of the medicine store here. There were also many people who were looking for good things with this kind of plan to take advantage of the sheep.
As he turned a corner, a familiar hand pulled him into the empty room next to him.
"Brother?"
"Don't look for it." Shi Feng stuffed the three blood ginseng branches into Chen He, obviously having already visited the medicine store.
"The projectile's accuracy is good, and the target is well chosen." Shi Feng decided to play his duty as a senior brother, and praised and affirmed the junior brother.
If it wasn't for Chen He's arrow, no one would have noticed that the elder of the White Bone Gate was about to run away.
"I aimed at his chest." Chen He lowered his head and said weakly, "As a result, he turned around and ran..."
"… "
Shi Feng's hand that was about to touch Chen He's forehead stopped.
After a while, he pointed at the blood ginseng nonchalantly and said, "Cut it into slices, don't eat too much, wait for me to find someone to give you an elixir for other things."
After Shi Feng told him to leave, Chen He silently put the opened cloak back on, and re-infiltrated the magic cultivator.