Yangshui Town is a place full of ghosts.
The snow in the town has been dyed black and red. The plasma was frozen into thick blood ice and spread on the ground, mixed with some unexplainable pieces of meat.
A large number of houses in the center of the town were razed, and the corpses of tens of thousands of townspeople were piled neatly on top, forming a cylindrical altar. Next to this altar of flesh and blood, the corpses of hundreds of thousands of townspeople were like the tentacles of an octopus, stretching out for miles in all directions.
All the corpses, no matter men, women, old or young, their faces were distorted into inhuman shapes, showing great despair and terror.
Their eyebrows exploded, revealing their dark skulls. The brains inside had long since disappeared, leaving only empty skulls. A trace of extremely evil and cold aura gushed out from these corpses, eventually turning into a thin black cloud suspended over Yangshui Town.
Although it was broad daylight and the sun was shining brightly, this thin cloud showed no sign of dispersing.
The cold wind blew through the snow residue in the fields around Yangshui Town, turning into white cold wind and sweeping across the town. It was also unable to shake the thin black clouds.
Yin Xuuge stepped on the thick blood ice and stood beside the cylindrical altar made of tens of thousands of corpses, feeling the weird and twisted cold atmosphere in the air. This is the resentment left behind after a creature has suffered great fear and pain and was killed.
The grievances of hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, turning this world into a most sinister and evil place. If we ignore it and allow this weird altar to remain here, the world of Yuanlu will be filled with vitality. Maybe in a few decades, extremely evil zombies or resentful spirits will breed here.
"This is the Netherworld Tribulation Altar."
Madam Mo was imprisoned by several Lu Zong deacons brought by Nangong Nan and forced her to kneel on the ground. A talisman was pressed tightly between her eyebrows. Her soul was out of control, her eyes widened, and she murmured everything she knew.
Netherworld Tribulation Altar, the most evil secret method of Netherworld Tribulation Palace.
Using a living person as the mother's womb, he implants a trace of his own soul seed into the mother's womb. When the seed matures, he kills the living person, absorbs the endless pain and resentment in his soul, and activates the seed to grow rapidly.
After the soul of the mother's womb is swallowed up, the fully grown seeds can be absorbed back into one's own soul, which will strengthen the power of the soul and gain endless benefits.
The Netherworld Tribulation Palace has controlled Yangshui Town for thousands of years. All residents of Yangshui Town are implanted with soul seeds as soon as they are born, which becomes a great tonic for the disciples of the Netherworld Tribulation Palace to enhance their cultivation. In the past thousand years, not one of the residents of Yangshui Town has died. All of them were tortured to death by the disciples of Netherworld Jiesheng Palace when their Yangshou was about to run out.
Now that Yin Xuege has discovered the secret of Yangshui Town, all the disciples of Netherworld Jiesheng Palace have been transferred. The remaining hundreds of thousands of townspeople who have become fish on the chopping block, since they cannot be taken away, they simply use secret methods to forcibly harvest them. The soul of all people.
"Damn it!"
Yin Xuuge clenched his fists. In ancient times, it was natural for a force like Netherworld Tribulation Palace to be slaughtered by saints, right
Lan Lan turned around and looked at Yin Xuuge with a deep look, then walked to his side and smiled softly.
"They are just ordinary people. Don't worry too much about their life and death."
"It's just that Netherworld Jiesheng Palace dares to act so wantonly here. This is provoking the dignity of our Vinaya Sect and must be punished."
The old man with the huge star suspended above his head sneered. The star above his head suddenly emitted a strong silver light. The starlight with the most pure and domineering evil-destroying power enveloped the mountains and forests for hundreds of miles. The corpses of all the townspeople were shining in the bright light. After being purified, the distorted face quickly returned to calm.
The resentment in the air also disappeared without a trace, and the black clouds overhead also disappeared in the bright light.
"Thoroughly investigate everything related to Yangshui Town. Starting from the emperor of Kunwu Kingdom, no mistakes are allowed. Investigate this matter thoroughly for me."
"Evil heretics can actually openly occupy a town for a thousand years. In the Kunwu Kingdom, all those who neglect their duties and neglect their duties will be severely punished."
Just as Elder Lan finished speaking, a flying boat suddenly came galloping from the south.
A young man in a bloody robe stepped on the smoke and jumped from the flying boat as fast as lightning, kneeling respectfully on one knee in front of the old man.
"Elder, the group of soldiers who ambushed Yin Xuuge suddenly appeared in Weinan County an hour ago and raided the Yin family's ancestral home."
"They used powerful talismans. The Yin family's ancestral home was destroyed, six princes were killed, and other princes and many elders were seriously injured."
Yin Xuege's face turned cold, while Yin Feifei, Yin Feixu and other Yin family disciples simultaneously exclaimed and lost their voices.
Lan Lan and Nangong Nan's expressions also changed suddenly. They glanced at Yin Xuuge. Nangong Nan gently shook his head and put a hand on Yin Xuuge's shoulder.
"Let's go back and take a look."
"but!"
Lan Lan suddenly spoke, as if she wanted to stop Yin Xuuge from returning to the Yin family. She soon realized her gaffe and hurriedly took Yin Xuuge's hand.
"Those dead soldiers are cruel and cunning, and I don't know which family is responsible for it. Wouldn't it be too dangerous for Yin Xuuge to go back now?"
Nangong Nan was silent, and the elder of the Lan family let out a heavy breath and pointed to several followers wearing iron-colored robes following behind him.
"You accompany Yin Xuege back. My family was attacked. If he is at the Luzong Mountain Gate, that's all."
"Since he is near my home, it is only natural for him to go back and visit."
At the same time, inside the Luzong Mountain Gate.
Under the eaves, on a long table, an iron-wood chopping board was placed upright. Youquan held a piece of pork in his left hand, and held a kitchen knife in his right hand. The knife was as bright as snow, and the cut pieces of meat flew up piece by piece. The meat slices are uniform in size, moderately thin, and neatly placed on the cutting board. Just looking at them is very appetizing.
Qing Ling stood aside blankly, watching Youquan's sword-like tactics.
"It's amazing. You are a princess, how come you are so powerful?"
Youquan raised his head and glanced at Qinghe. She frowned and wanted to say something.
But just because of this distraction, the kitchen knife chopped firmly on Youquan's finger. Three fingers were cut open with a kitchen knife, and blood came out immediately.
Qing Ling's eyes widened in horror, she shouted loudly, and skillfully took out the powder and bandage from her sleeves.
Youquan shook her head, squinting her eyes and staring at her injured finger. Amidst the sound of "chichi", the blood she shed quickly froze into ice, and the cut wound was also covered by a layer of cold air. A faint cold air from the surrounding snow continued to flow into her body, and her fingers instantly became transparent.
In just a few breaths, Youquan's wound healed completely without leaving any scars.
"Amazing!"
Qing Ling stared blankly at the powder and bandages on her hands, and for a moment she was so envious that she wanted to hit her head against the wall. She was also chopped off her finger with a kitchen knife. Youquan could recover instantly, but she had to be unable to touch water with her finger for half a month. The gap was too big.
She suddenly had doubts about whether she could become a qualified maid.
Youquan is a royal princess, and she actually has such exquisite cooking skills, and she is not afraid of chopping her hands with a kitchen knife. This is a skill that countless maids dream of. The corners of Qing Lian's mouth opened slightly, and there was a faint trace of saliva about to flow out.
With a 'click' sound, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.
Qing Ling's face turned serious. She didn't know where she found an ax that she usually used to chop pig's feet, and held it tightly in her hand.
The courtyard door opened, and a beautiful young woman wearing the clothes of a high-level inner disciple walked in quickly. As soon as she entered the door, she subconsciously glanced left and right, and then focused on Qing Ling and You Quan.
Seeing a beautiful young woman entering the door, Qing Ling grinned and immediately relaxed her vigilance.
She put down the ax in her hand, pulled up her clothes, imitated the behavior of the maids of the unlucky princess Mei Youyou next door, and smiled and performed a nondescript court etiquette to the young woman.
But before she could greet the guests, Youquan had already taken a step forward and stood in front of Qing Ling. From her sleeves, two three-foot-long magic weapon-level swords that were as smooth and transparent as if they were made of black ice flew out quietly and circled around her gently.
"It is the rules of the disciples of the Lu Zong Mountain Sect. If the inner disciples enter the house without invitation, the master can kill the unwelcome guest on the spot."
Youquan's voice was very cold, and she was surrounded by fine ice crystals. Then the number of ice crystals became more and more dense, and under the sunlight, the fine ice crystals turned into rings of ice, surrounding her and her. Green leaves surrounded it.
"I'm not a bad guest. I'm here to save your master. I'm here to save your young master Yin Xuuge."
The beautiful young woman walked quickly to a place three feet away in front of Youquan and Qinghe. Just as she was about to take another step forward, the sword released by Youquan made a soft sound and brought out two white lights that crossed in front of her.
"If you take one step further, you will die."
Youquan's tone was very cold and ruthless.
"You should know that I am the princess of the Jinhuan Kingdom. Even if I am captured by the Haoyue Kingdom, I still have a few life-saving treasures on my body. Even if you are a master of breathing thunder, I can still kill you easily. Don't come any closer, Otherwise…”
"The Lan family has an ulterior motive for accepting your young master."
The beautiful young woman immediately spoke eloquently, saying something that made Youquan frown and Qing Ling not understand why.
There was a faint black line in Youquan's eyes, and the endless river was rolling and surging. The memory of her past life was awakening, and the aura on her body became more and more cold and cold. The beautiful young woman was stared at by Youquan's dark eyes, and she suddenly felt cold in the back of her heart.
"That's the way it is. If you don't believe it, just give these things to your master."
"My master has created the best opportunity for your young master to escape. If you don't seize this opportunity, they will never have a chance to escape once they return to the Luzong Mountain Gate."
The young woman carefully placed a token and a piece of jade on the ground, and then quickly stepped back. She took a deep look at Youquan, then her body swayed and suddenly disappeared into the air.
(End of chapter)