boom! The yin wind was like a counter-tide, blowing in front of Qin Ye, but he did not show a bad form, but a fierce yin qi filled the air. All the Yin spirits in front clearly felt it, but... none of them dared to move.
"After Fu-Jun, I haven't used my own weapon yet..." In the dark clouds, his figure slowly appeared, holding an umbrella in his hand
An oil-paper umbrella covered with talisman paper.
Brush... The umbrella is fluttering open, and the surface of the artist's face is black and white, half crying and half laughing. Under each umbrella bone made of human bones, there are fist-sized human bone wind chimes, and below the wind chimes, there are talismans with red characters on a black background, which is very artistic. As Qin Ye let go of his hand, the umbrella silently floated onto the road full of Yin spirits.
In the next second, countless yin qi floated from all directions and merged into the umbrella, which became bigger and bigger! Covering the road, the ghosts below clearly felt such a terrifying yin qi. Their bodies were slightly twisted, as if trying to dodge the blow. However, under the pressure of Yama level, they could only do it gently. Just trembling.
Brush Lala! If it rains pear blossoms, rivers pour down, countless sharp knives fly out from under the umbrella, and the Yin spirits below will turn to ashes without screaming. The sky was filled with ghosts and flames, and Qin Ye and Di Ting rushed over almost at the same time. There was no one on the way, and they rushed over thousands of meters in an instant!
On both sides of the ghost fire fluttered, howling miserably, the Yin spirit in front of it was like a mountain like a sea, and the horizon was endless. He only heard the sound of the rapid rise of merit in the Yin Silu, but... the hundreds of thousands of merit and merit, the requirement of hundreds of millions now, is already a drop in the bucket.
"Do you feel it?" Ten minutes later, turning around a mountain wall, Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and between beckons, the human bone umbrella flew back to his hand. He licked his lips and looked forward: "Yin spirit... getting stronger and stronger."
If we say that the previous Yin Spirit was like a market, although there were many people, it was messy. But right in front of them, within ten meters, there was only one Specter lying on the ground, with all five bodies on the ground, worshipping reverently.
"Ghost-level ghost..." Di Ting narrowed his eyes in Qin Ye's arms and looked at the endless mountains of Damascus: "It means... the further you go in, the stronger the ghosts worship? At first, it was the most common. Yin spirit, there are ghosts now?"
"And it's not an ordinary Specter." Qin Ye walked over to a Specter and was stared at by the ruler. This Specter was trembling all over, but couldn't move. Qin Ye lifted the other party's prostrate head and looked at it: "This is a nomad."
Wearing a hat, two braids dragged from behind the ears to the front of the chest, wearing a quality sun suit, the tone is monotonous and uniform, and the waist is equipped with a machete. With a very folk-style horse bone necklace, turquoise pendant.
No one spoke.
It wouldn't have caught their attention without Genghis Khan's tomb, but now...
"The current state of King Zhao Gui... has something to do with Temujin?" Otherwise, he couldn't figure out why there were Mongolian ghosts worshipping him.
And there is more than one, from here, all of them are ancient Mongolian ghosts!
"Tiemuzhen's soul is not there, he came here to worship the mountain..." Di Ting licked his lips and snorted: "It's really interesting, the underworld has not been in the mountains for a hundred years, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts dare to come out... Kill it, I'd like to see Let's see who dares to move the ghost king of the underworld."
Needless to say, Qin Ye took the lead, and no grass would grow wherever the government decree passed. In the surging yin, the two pointed directly to the top of the mountain. As you get higher and higher, the Yin spirits on the road are getting rarer and rarer, but the realm is getting higher and higher.
The ghosts, the souls, the impermanence... Just as they rushed to the middle of the mountain, they saw three judges, the ghosts, with all their bodies on the ground, extremely pious.
In Qin Ye's hand, the bone umbrella was about to fly out, but suddenly stopped. At the same time, Zhen Ting also held his hand, the two looked at each other and looked at the surroundings solemnly.
There is no way.
This is halfway up the mountain, about the position of the "big horse" horseback, and the head of the horse in front, but...
The head of the horse is a single peak!
It means that there is no place to go up at all around.
It can be seen to the naked eye that the clouds above Ma Shou Mountain are surrounded by clouds, the terrifying Yin Qi has obscured the sky and the sun, and countless Yin Qi crows surround the surroundings like a circle of clouds. But... the three judges worship not the direction of Ma Shou Peak, but... right in front.
"What they worship is their own king?" The bone umbrella flew back into his hands, Qin Ye carried the umbrella and walked up step by step. This stone road has not been known for many years, and every step it falls, a circle of dust is splashed.
"That's right."
"But it's not Ma Shoufeng that they worship?" Qin Ye squinted and walked to the back of the three kneeling judges. The umbrella was placed against each other's back, and it was gently drawn down the spine. Under the tip of the umbrella, the three judges Li Gui trembled all over, and their voices trembled like a stroke: "Cultivation is not easy... I beg, beg you... let us live..."
They didn't speak Chinese, but Qin Ye understood it. Because... Not long ago, he just heard this!
This is... Mongolian!
Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and he immediately rushed to the end of the steps. Right there, a dilapidated building stretched across the hillside. It was obvious that it was impossible to tell what it was originally, but there was a sculpture standing in the center.
And this sculpture, Qin Ye has also seen it before.
Longevity, Tengri.
"What does this mean?" He breathed a sigh of relief in disbelief and looked at Di Ting: "They worship Changshengtian, and Big Brother Zhao is not here? Or..."
He paused and his eyes were deep: "Changshengtian and Big Brother Zhao... Are there an equal sign in a certain characterization?"
silence.
Half a second later, the two spoke at the same time: "The soul of Genghis Khan?"
Qin Ye walked quickly to the sculpture. This sculpture is exactly the same as when Changshengtian collapsed. The difference is... In his hand, he is holding a lotus flower.
Dry lotus.
Although withered, its petals are neatly arranged around the dry lotus pod. When he touched it lightly, the lotus petals immediately turned into powder, and then these powders disintegrated into strands of ethereal yin energy that dissipated in the air.
"This is..." Qin Ye was stunned as he looked at the blue yin in the sculpture's hand, which he had never seen before.
"True fruit." I heard not knowing when he had come to his feet, and looked around solemnly: "The lotus represents the true fruit of cultivation. And the lotus flower withered, which means the divinity is not pure. Or it is tainted by something else, this is a signal for help. ."
"Blue yin qi, not pure black, means that it has been deeply polluted. It is difficult to control it. And these yin qi..." It took a deep breath: "It belongs to Zhao Guiwang."
An extremely ominous premonition appeared in his heart, Qin Ye swallowed, "You mean..."
Listening to the truth stared at Ma Shoufeng: "The lotus has another meaning, Buddha tongue. Buddha's words. Zhao Guiwang left the lotus attached to his yin. The first is to express: this is what he wants to say. The second is to express that he His divinity has been tarnished and may not be able to hold the shrine role. If anyone sees it, help immediately. If no one sees…”
It gritted its teeth and looked at the dark mountains below: "Three months later, the fire will burn the city, and he will perish with his opponent."
"Under the purgatory red lotus, even a rank nine true immortal will be burned to ashes. This is the most decisive technique, and there are no exceptions."
Qin Ye opened his mouth slightly and looked at Ma Shoufeng in disbelief.
What is the opponent fighting? Or... what are you doing
Genghis Khan's soul
No... Shouldn't be, or rather, not enough.
The other party has never been in hell, and has no job as a spy. Even if he is standing on the ground, he will only be killed in seconds in the face of the same rank spy.
Who can force Zhao Guiwang to this step? Even had to leave a distress signal? And there are also purgatory red lotuses arranged on the periphery
Looking around for 5,000 years, everything that can be soared, and the rest is impossible!
"What do I do now?" I have never encountered such a situation. This is a real fantasy, completely different from international affairs. He rubbed his chin irritably and paced back and forth.
"Wait." Di Ting took a few steps and jumped onto a boulder, staring down: "He tore the spatial connection between Ma Shou Peak and other places, even if we went to Ma Shou Peak, we couldn't find him. This is the formation method, only high-level criminals can The formation that knows how to enter. Let me see... how to enter his world."
Qin Ye sighed: "Why? Didn't he ask for help? Is it so troublesome to ask for help?"
Di Ting gave him a cold look: "Because, the thing that can stymie the ghost king is not the death of the high-level emissary. He doesn't want other middle and low-level emissaries to rush in with their minds, but it may cause chaos."
It took a deep breath, and its whole body swelled up suddenly. The eyes were like electricity, and the small body showed a kind of coercion of a giant dragon. The dog claws slapped the ground, and there was a loud bang, and countless Yin talismans spread out along its claws.
More and more, more and more shining, the Yin talisman seemed to have life, like a golden butterfly flying, and finally... it turned into a beam of Yin talisman light that revolved around them.
"Shen Tu is overcast, the yin and yang realms are open." The voice of Di Ting was like a dull thunder. With a sound, the beam of light quickly shrank in front of them, spinning desperately, and finally, a map of the mountains was formed.
It looks like a map, but in fact, every trace is outlined by Yin Talismans, and I listen to the claws gently on it, and this picture is like ripples. Countless Yin talismans shone on it like stars in the night.
Listening carefully looked at it for a few seconds, and sighed: "He should not be sober at the time... I arranged this formation in a hurry. The key is that I don't know what formation this is. If you want to enter, you must first break the formation. I hope he Leaving enough clues…”
"Is it troublesome?"
"It's very troublesome." He listened to the grinding teeth and said, "If the ghost king of Zhao had the mentality of perishing together, he would not even leave any traces. I only know that there is an array here and cannot enter. Now I can only hope that he did not care too much at that time, no Finish off... wait... this is..."
Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen light spots appeared on the map, entering the map from all directions.
"Has anyone gone in?!" It sucked in a breath: "In the past few years... Has someone entered here by accident?"
Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of something.
For example... that one sword and one thought, didn't he enter here
He stumbled into it by mistake, so... what was triggered at that time
Yes... the mountain god plays the drum... the sky is full of fog...
This is not what the feature is!
"The god of the mountain is playing drums, and the sky is foggy!" He immediately turned his head and said to Di.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Ting raised his head and stared into his eyes: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure! How did you know it wasn't when you said it!"
Di listened, and the small body smashed the rocks under his feet with a snap, his eyes swept across the mountains like a sword, and muttered: "A superior formation, the nine secluded soul-shattering formation... Lao Zhao, you are really cruel to yourself... "