With a few rustling sounds, two medical disciples in light purple gauze robes lit the candle, and the faint green light illuminated the dimly lit mortuary.
"Sect Master Xu, please."
All the major sects in the world of immortality focus on guarding their own homeland, but Mu Duozhu, the golden boat medical sect in the "Three Sects", on the one hand, claims to be adhering to the heart of hanging pots to help the world, and on the other hand, it is also to make a lot of money, so it is set up in various places. There are medical shops and villas. At this moment, it was noon and day outside, but the room was so dark that one could not see five fingers. Only four rows of green candles cast a swaying halo, reflecting the neat twenty-eight coffins of different shapes.
Gong Wei is like an agile fox, taking advantage of more people to drill into the corner, and then feel the constant spasm in his heart relax a little, but he might as well squeeze the person behind him, and his shoulder is slapped: "What are you drilling for?"
Gong Wei turned his head and saw that it was Yuchixiao. He immediately covered the bandage with a change of expression, and said with pain on his face: "Young Xia, I didn't do it on purpose, young Xia, spare your life!"
Yu Chixiao: "..."
Yuchixiao's hand froze in the air, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he finally managed to hold back the choked breath in his throat for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't I give you the holy medicine of the medical sect?!"
Gong Wei said pitifully, "No, I'm useless, I still hurt."
Yuchixiao almost couldn't help rolling his eyes, raised his hand and pressed Gong Wei's left shoulder, and then a strong and powerful aura entered, quickly smoothing out the broken meridians, and the twitching heartbeat finally calmed down completely.
Gong Wei's face was full of sincere gratitude, and he gestured to hold his hand: "You are such a good man, young man, I..."
Yuchi Xiaohan Mao immediately exploded: "Speak well and don't move!"
At this time, only Xu Shuangce asked, "How is the body preserved?"
The disciple of the Medical Sect bowed and said, "When it was delivered, it was filled with mercury, and when Young Master Yuchi came, he used a lot of spiritual power to keep the body from rotting. Although the souls who died under sorcery could not be summoned, we still set I have tried the magic array several times, but they have all failed. Sect Master Xu is willing to help, and he has unparalleled immortal power, so he must be different from me."
Gong Wei whispered, "Look at what people say?"
Yuchixiao said in the same low voice, "I'd better let you continue to hurt."
Gong Wei immediately said, "Young Xia, I was wrong, please don't stop."
Xu Shuangce walked slowly past several coffins, and he couldn't see the expression under his drooping eyelashes. After a while, he raised his hand and pressed it on the lid of the coffin. The ripple-like light quickly wrapped the entire coffin from his palm, and said in a low voice: "Guiyuan does not look back, life and death are like morning and evening. Get up!"
In an instant, the lids of the twenty-eight coffins were opened, and there was a thud, and the corpses seemed to be hung by invisible ropes, and stood up one after another from the coffins. On the beauty's face, twenty-eight pairs of eyes opened at the same time, and the cloudy eyes were directed at Xu Shuangce!
Everyone's scalp was numb at the same time, and the cultivators in the front row couldn't help but step back, only to hear Xu Shuangce say, "Sign up."
A woman with a streak on her neck moved stiffly. It was the oiran who cast her hair in the palace of Linjiang. The rust-like trembling sound from all the bones in her body was enough to make her scalp numb, and then she ignored the whole body. Mercury bowed down forcibly: "Slave Yao Yuqing."
The girl beside her with the phoenix crown and Xiapi had a bloody hole in her throat. The mouth of the hole had been rotted to black and green. She leaned over and dripped with juicy water: "People's daughter Yu Xiaomeng."
The third white-clothed young cultivator bent down, cupped his hands and held his sword, his voice trembling as if sad: "Junior Cheng Yuanle."
…
Xu Shuangce glanced at the twenty-eight deceased people one by one. After reporting all of them, he looked back at the first oiran: "You retired to change clothes at the banquet in the palace, and your makeup was damaged, so you re-combed the mirror, didn't you?"
The oiran trembled: "Yes!"
Xu Shuangce turned to the bride: "You waited for the bridegroom for a long time in the bridal chamber, so you took off your hijab and looked at yourself in the mirror, didn't you?"
"Yes!"
"You are a disciple of Xianmen. You have to get up early every morning to meditate. Before meditating, you need to bathe in incense. Do you look at the mirror in the room when you are grooming?"
"Yes!"
…
Without Xu Shuangce asking them one by one, everyone suddenly realized.
The activation of the same illusion must have the same specific conditions, and all the victims did the same thing before they died—seeing themselves in the mirror.
A cultivator remembered the bronze mirror in his room, and his heart was broken: "Could it be that as long as there is a mirror, it can, can be—"
Gong Wei said softly, "No, it must be a mercury mirror."
The reason why the mirror technique is uncommon is the reason why the mercury mirror must be used. The bronze mirror cannot accurately capture the soul, and the water surface cannot connect Yin and Yang, so it cannot be used as a medium for activating illusions. Mercury mirrors that can clearly show human figures are rare and expensive, and they are not available to ordinary people. Therefore, the 28 deceased people in Linjiang Capital City are all famous and famous people. A beautiful woman will not become the target of ghost repair.
Yu Chixiao whispered, "You know a lot."
Gong Wei glanced at him, thinking that it was natural. When Yu Chi Rui quickly took me out of this surnamed Xu, the dean will let you see how much I know. Uncle Shi can't.
Yuchixiao rubbed his nose uncomfortably: "Just talk, why do you keep looking at me?"
Gong Wei: "...?"
Xu Shuangce took a breath and closed his eyes. Everyone looked at him nervously, and after a while, they saw him exhaling this deep breath, as if he was finally ready for some kind of mentality.
He opened his eyes and looked around at the twenty-eight beautiful corpses around him, and asked the most crucial question:
"Who harmed you?"
The dead souls became restless at the same time, as if they had a thousand words to say at the same time, and the oiran hurriedly made a sharp sound: "It's a fairy—"
"Xianmeng—"
"Xianmeng's—"
In an instant, all the crying and screaming broke as if someone was strangling the throat. The oiran shook violently and held his neck. The bride opened her mouth in vain and spat out a hoarse "ah, ah!" The ghost howl, the body that was forcibly kept fresh by the spiritual power quickly shrank and decayed, and fell back into the coffin with a plop!
This change came too quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the dead souls that were fine just now seemed to be controlled by invisible claws, turned into carrion one after another, and fell to the ground. Xu Shuangce's eyes and hands were quick, and he pressed the white-robed young cultivator with one palm, forcibly injecting spiritual energy, and the corpse that was covering the body suddenly slowed down. The young man's black lips trembled, and he barely uttered a few words:
"He said he was... Xianmeng... Fa... Hua..."
The surrounding cultivators have changed their expressions, Fahua Immortal Venerable
Is it really the dean of the palace who has been dead for 16 years
The young cultivator's soul suddenly cracked, and the surrounding candles swayed wildly without wind, emitting a dazzling green light that was impossible to look directly at. Immediately afterwards, the corpse was torn apart under Xu Shuangce's restraint, and turned to ashes out of thin air, only to hear a thud—
The ashes fell into the coffin one after another, and there was a faint glow of crimson in it.
Xu Shuangce leaned over and picked out the thing from the ashes, it turned out to be a delicate peach blossom.
"This, here is also..." Someone pointed at another coffin in disbelief, only to hear others lose their voices: "There is also here!" "There are peach blossoms in all, all!"
All the souls exhausted their spiritual power at the same time, as if they were forcibly stripped of their bodies by an invisible claws, and took back Huangquan—and they all left the same peach blossoms behind!
"How could..." Someone said with a cold breath, "Why suddenly..."
Yeah, how could that be? Miyagi wants to know more than anyone else.
He asked himself, he had never offended anyone except Xu Shuangce in his last life, and even if some old men and ladies from famous schools didn't like him, they would just scold him behind his back. Even if the Northern Family always opposes him everywhere, it is only a dispute over the interests of the Immortal Alliance and the various families, and it has nothing to do with him, and his grievances will be settled as soon as he dies.
Who will make trouble in his name sixteen years later
Someone peeked at Xu Shuangce's face, but he was frightened by just one glance and dared not look again. Just listen to him coldly spit out two words: "Go out."
The monks looked at each other, and before they could react, Xu Shuangce sternly said, "Go out!"
Everyone was horrified for a moment, and they didn't dare to say a word. They scrambled to bow down and exit the mortuary. Several people almost stumbled and fell because their steps were too fast. Yuchixiao followed the crowd for two steps. Seeing Gong Wei standing motionless, he quickly pulled him and lowered his voice to remind him, "Let's go quickly!"
"Xiang Xiaoyuan" woke up like a dream, with a pale face and a soft "ah" sound, bowed his head and retreated.
Yu Chixiao had never seen the appearance of the little Charming Demon before, and he was a little unaccustomed to it, so he asked involuntarily, "The wound still hurts? Would you like to ask the disciples of the medical sect to show you?"
With a swipe, Gong Wei grabbed his hand and blushed: "Young Xia, I knew you were a good person, I..."
Yuchixiao's Hanmao, who had not been blown up just now, was completely blown up: "I said don't touch your feet!" Then he slapped his hand, not caring about anything, and rushed out of the door with his hands and feet, without even daring to turn his head back. .
Gong Wei deliberately waited for him to walk away before he slowed down to the end. Everyone scrambled to step out of the high threshold of the morgue, but no one noticed that he flashed and hid in the shadow behind the door, like a ghost against the corner.
For a world power of Xu Shuangce's level, perception of the surrounding situation mainly relies on the spiritual power of yin and yang, and it is secondary to relying on eyes to see. Xiang Xiaoyuan's fate is extremely yin, and he perfectly blends into the strong corpse aura in the morgue. Even if Daluo Jinxian goes down to earth, he may not be able to find him - Gong Wei looks out from the corner where he can't see his fingers, only to see Xu Shuangce stood surrounded by twenty-eight coffins, his profile was tall and thin, his profile was sharp, and the tip of his eyes flashed a little cold light in the darkness, but he couldn't make out his expression.
With a soft click, the door was carefully closed.
Xu Shuangce's shoulders were stiff enough to straighten, but that might be an illusion caused by the shaking of the candle. His voice seemed to be forced from between his teeth: "... Gong Wei..."
Gong Wei narrowed his eyes dispassionately.
"Gong-Yi-"
With a hoarse ending like a roar, Xu Shuangce drew his sword outrageously, shaking the ground with vigor, and slashed heavily in the air!
—Boom! !
The silent loud noise is earth-shattering, but the sword shatters the void, and splits the yellow spring in the violent shock!
The gloomy wind swept the heavens and the earth, dragged it in, and the flames of hell fell like a waterfall. A nine-foot-high blood-painted gate emerged from the ashes, standing in front of the eyes from the void, with nine rows of blue-green door nails made of skeleton heads, with bronze rings on the dragon heads, densely packed with thousands of headless heads. The skeleton was clinging to the door frame, and Qi Qi let out a shrill ghost cry.
Xu Shuangce's face was as ice-cold, and he slashed again without hesitation.
This time, the giant gate of Jiuzhang was torn apart, and the huge stones rushed out like a torrential rain. This time, even the door frame was completely shattered into powder!
A chill finally rose silently from Gong Wei's heart. He guessed right, Xu Shuangce was left alone in order to open the door that separates life and death—
Guigaki Underworld!
I don't know when the surrounding has changed, the morgue disappeared, replaced by the entrance of Huangquan. Hell's strong wind rushed out from the broken gate of the Guiyuan Mansion. The scene was no different from the blowout of the ground fire. Xu Shuang's silk robe sleeves flew up, and he nailed the helpless sword to his feet with a clang.
Countless Guiyuan Mansion soldiers, armed with green torches, axes and halberds, rushed out of the gate like a tide:
"Bold madman!"
"Who is coming!"
"The living are not allowed to go to Huangquan, who dares to trespass my underworld!"
The Guiyuan weapons were as dense as a jungle, reflecting a gloomy green light, surrounding Xu Shuangce in groups. But Xu Shuangce looked at nothing, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to give a slight sneer:
"-get out."
As soon as the voice fell, the ghost soldiers retreated to both sides like a sea, leaving a path in the middle. At the end of the road, eighty-eight skeletons are carrying a cart and rushing towards, and sitting on the cart is a ghost judge with a red python robe and a black iron beam crown. It's a cloud of ghosts crying and wolf howling but unable to break free.
"—It was Xu Xianjun, I haven't seen you for many years, stay safe!"
The Ghost Judge's face had a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha, and when he opened his mouth, his chest was so full of air that it shook his eardrums. Eighty-eight skeletons knelt down in unison with the sound of a click. I saw him glance at the messy mansion gates around him, and his blue face showed obvious emotion:
"Xianjun, you have a very good temper now. You are much more gentle than when you killed Huangquan, slaughtered Wangui, and even broke into the Twelve Houses of Guiyuan 16 years ago. Luckily! Luckily!"
Gong Wei's thinned silhouette was hidden behind the gravel, and his brows couldn't help but move.
Why
Xu Shuangce stood with his sword in hand, his expression not surprised: "Bring the book of life and death, find someone."
The ghost judge suddenly stopped, his smiling face miraculously collapsed into a frown, and he let out a long sigh.
"Xianjun, we have made it clear to you sixteen years ago that the soul you are looking for is not in the underworld - it must be a reluctant sword god, who can't even be reincarnated, and he has long since disappeared!"