As for the corpses of the Qiang people and the green-skinned Taoists, they have started to move.
They are facing the corpse ghosts in Wei Youming's cruel prison and Song Fang!
and several dressed in white, wearing a white straw hat of the eight-family Daoist!
At the beginning, except for the one who killed himself and those I killed, the rest of them were captured by Wei Youming. It's easy to see that they have become a part of this hellish prison!
"No, Ghost Director, can you do it? Why can't it be put in? If he can't get in, we have to go out. Little Jǐ is the most troublesome. Do you also have to take some medicine to make up for it!" Old Gōu's lips are always chattering.
In fact, Wei Youming has already relieved us of most of the pressure.
Otherwise, with so many green-skinned Taoists and Qiang people's corpses, it would be enough to exhaust me, and it would also take a considerable toll on Sīyān.
At this moment, I faintly saw Jǐ Kuī trembling and crawling to his feet, covering his head with one hand, and his face twisted in a hideous manner: "Come on, fight! Keep watching! This... is the evil ghost and another real ghost! We will be killed here by you!"
Jǐ Kuī shouts out in a hideous manner.
"Hmph!" But a voice belonging to another person came from his mouth.
Later, Jǐ Kuī suddenly turned around and ran towards the mountain direction at full speed!
Suddenly, we were shattered into pieces beside us, and we were released from the hellish prison.
However, Old Gong was not beside us; he and Wei Youming appeared on the opposite bank!
And the ghost mist on Wei Youming's body kept fluctuating, visible and invisible, and I could still see the green-skinned Taoists and Qiang people struggling to resist.
"Come over, father! What are you staring at?" Old Gong shouted loudly.
"The spirit-level fierce corpses are not here... They are on the mountain... Otherwise, that ghost wouldn't have been able to absorb them all so easily..." Liú Zìyù's lips quivered.
"Go over there! We need to figure out what kind of ghost is on Jǐ Kuī's body... and it has a connection with our ancient Qianqiang City!" As Qiu Ji quitted speaking, he pointed to a spot on the water surface and said: "Go that way!"
The direction he indicated avoided the initial position where he was hit and fell into the water.
I grabbed Qiu Ji's shoulder with one hand and leaped forward, landing on a stone pillar submerged in the water.
Qiu Ji continued to point the way, and I quickly passed through the water surface. When I reached the other side, Wei Youming had actually already followed the mountain up.
But as soon as he climbed the mountain, the ghost mist around him was severely compressed, and white mist rose continuously. It was the effect of the array, completely pressing his hellish prison back into his body.
This also served another purpose: the fierce corpses that had been absorbed could not escape at all!
Lao Gong fell directly onto my shoulder, leaving only a ghostly head.
"There must be a place on the mountain where the three wuxie true immortals that Xiao Liyou mentioned are located. It's possible that the ancestor worshiped by Little Jǐ is being suppressed by those three corpses. Little Jǐ is done for, his methods are easily neutralized by me!"
"That's what they call 'one thing subduing another!' "
Lao Gong kept boasting about himself.
Qiu Ji clamped his lips shut, saying nothing.
Liú Zìyù wasn't slow, following closely behind Sīyān, he had caught up with me.
My footsteps were not allowed to lag behind by half a step, I had to keep closely following Wei Youming's figure.
The speed of Wu Jinluan and the others was much slower, and it took them some time to catch up.
"He's escaping and you're chasing him; even with wings, it's hard to escape." Old Gong had a confident expression, showing no fear at all.
"However, I still maintain a high level of alertness!"
"Or, what if there are any other variables in the dark?"
This issue is not purely about Jǐ Kuī; that means the opponent in the game with Qiu Ji is a higher-level master with the Burial Shadow Observing the Mountain technique.
If the ancestral master has been killed, the three true immortals' corpses will become our opponents!
Stones tombs passed by on both sides, and all of them had their talismanic cloths removed.
The previously well-preserved mountain of suppression was now full of holes, a sight of desolation!
When we arrived at a position near the foot of the mountain, we saw a terrifying scene.
At the very center of the top of the mountain, there was a large hole. It was called a hole, but in fact, it was a square pit.
There were three coffins inside the pit, and they had been opened.
There were many pieces of dirt and broken stone around the pit.
We didn't discover the mysteries under the ground when we passed by here before. Liu Ziyu also didn't mention that we had walked over three tombstones of true immortals' corpses.
Ji Kuai stood behind the pit. He no longer had his hand on his head, just breathing heavily and heavily.
In the middle of the three coffins, there were three dead bodies sitting quietly.
Without exception, their skin radiated a vibrant purple.
They had no breath, only numb and rigid.
Their eyes were open, but there was no trace of a normal emotion. There were only constantly wriggling insects in their eyeballs, making people's hearts cold!
Wei Youming did not immediately advance, standing in front of the pit and staring at Ji Kuai.
Between his breaths, Ji Kuai also laughed, and it was a sinister laugh.
My eyelids kept jumping, but I wasn't surprised to see the corpse bugs.
For ordinary Daoists, there are many forms of firewalking into demonization. For true immortals at the level of Daoists, there is only one kind: the flow of corpse bugs!
"When the true immortals of the Pure Yang Taoist Temple reach the time of their impending end, without exception, they will choose to undergo self-disintegration. After waking up, they will diligently practice for several decades and try to transform their bodies into spiritual beings. If they fail, their corpses will also be sent to Xuánmíng Mountain, where there is still a possibility of transformation into an immortal one day."
"However, over the years, there have always been a few true immortals who have failed to take that step. They believe that dissolving the soul and the spirit is truly annihilation. Even if the corpse undergoes transformation into an immortal, what is the point?"
"Exactly because of this, they wandered on the edge of death, and in that realm, even wanting to die and be reborn was not easy……The soul was imprisoned by the corpse bugs……He could only be suppressed inside this mountain…" Liu Ziyu explained with difficulty. His eyes were filled with a touch of grayness and struggle.
Because, in addition to looking at the three true immortals whose eyes were oozing with corpse bugs, he was also looking beneath them.
There, a withered old man was being pressed down. His skin had the same trace of purple as the corpse bugs, clearly a true immortal after death, yet still unable to resist those three true immortals.
It could be seen that three kinds of corpse bugs, green, red and white, were constantly drilling into his body, directly entering his skin and emerging from another place.
He is not Han Jin, and he did not have the Tian Gong Quan ready to take.
Even more importantly, when Han Jin faced the corpse bugs, he did not have to face real human-level fierce corpses at the same time. Otherwise, with so many corpse bugs entering his body, Han Jin would still have been helpless!
The three true immortals, even without emotions, still had their attention on all of us.
Except... they did not lock onto Ji Kuai!
"Lu Xian Shen! This should not be the case! In the first place, he should not have stolen my body. He only wanted a capable Qiang person to inherit his master!"
"You have ruined my plan! If you hadn't appeared, I would have been able to regenerate here and cultivate. He would take possession of a Qiang person, inherit the legacy of his master, and once he achieves his goal, the entire ancient Qianqiang City will support me!"
"You have destroyed everything!"
Ji Kuai pointed his finger at me!
"Still can't change the habit of talking too much..." Old Gong muttered.
