Chapter 960 Riot
“What’s going on?”
“Ghost riot?!”
Everyone’s expression changed, even the calm Demon Sect leader’s expression changed. Extremely solemn.
The Yin Qi around him suddenly gathered like wind and clouds, and was so strong that the air was so gloomy that water could even drip from it. The astonishing chill penetrated into the bone marrow.
The old man in black robe looked up at the sky.
The sky was gray and gloomy, with nothing in it.
But he could predict that something amazing was going to happen.
The old man in black robe turned his head again and looked at Mo Hua, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.
Although he didn't know what happened, the ghostly movements in the dojo must have been attracted by this kid's consciousness.
"What the hell happened..."
The dark wind surged, bringing with it a huge sense of oppression, gathering at the top of the head, and then stagnated, constantly hovering above.
The old man in black robe didn't know what happened, but Mo Hua could see it.
In his field of vision, countless ghosts and ghosts were gathered around him like a tide, attracted by the smoke of his golden consciousness.
This golden divine thought makes them long for it, but also makes them fear it.
This desire made them roar and tremble.
But this fear also makes them frightened and hesitate to move forward.
It seems to be a "gift" from the gods, with supreme honor. They want to eat it, but no one really dares to eat it.
The evil spirits gathered more and more, lingering around the golden spirit, overwhelming the sky and the earth, forming a terrible evil hurricane.
This dense evil spirit crowds and tramples each other, even causing the space to become somewhat distorted.
Cold sweat gradually broke out on the forehead of the old man in black robe.
The rest of the people did not dare to express their anger.
The lamp above Mo Hua's head was still burning, and the golden divine thoughts were still rising, becoming stronger little by little.
Finally, there was a Xie Sui, and it couldn't bear it any longer.
Its greed overcame its fear, and it took the first sip, which came from the divine thoughts of the "demigod" Mo Hua.
The indescribable sweetness and mellowness instantly filled its entire body.
Its body even began to undergo mutations, with traces of light golden lines appearing.
It roared desperately, with a look of extreme joy on its ferocious and ugly face.
It wanted to take a second breath, but in the next moment, it was torn apart by other wandering souls.
Like a fat lamb that fell into a pack of hungry wolves, its body of evil thoughts was torn to pieces by countless evil spirits and ghosts around it, and then devoured one by one.
Greed tore a hole open, and the fragrance of divine thoughts wafted out.
More ghosts have tasted this sweetness that goes deep into the bones of the soul.
They are completely crazy.
More and more wandering souls began to become bolder and devour the golden consciousness of the ink paintings.
But as long as you take a bite, the next moment, they will be torn into pieces by more ghosts and wandering spirits, and they will be swallowed up completely.
The spiritual thought in ink painting is both a "tonic" and a "plague".
Eating ghosts can be a great source of nourishment, but after eating them, they will be wiped out and buried in the mouths of other sneaky people.
The ghosts in the sky, surrounding this ray of golden consciousness, are constantly fighting and roaring, with gusts of wind and ghosts crying and wolves howling.
And in the distance, some more terrifying breaths are coming.
It seemed that some powerful ghosts were also attracted by this ray of spiritual consciousness.
The black-robed old man's pupils trembled sharply, and he said hoarsely: "Run!"
There are too many ghosts.
If you don’t run, everyone will die!
Even if they are golden elixirs, top-notch late-stage golden elixir cultivators, they will surely die in the hands of these invisible and unknowable ghosts.
Be invaded, polluted, devoured, alienated and died by them!
Everyone did not dare to neglect, activated their body skills, and began to rush forward.
In this way, the mist lamp showed its flaws, and some strange auras came out.
Many ghosts were suddenly startled, and their faces were ferocious, turning into strands of sinister wind and attacking everyone.
The old man in black robe suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then without thinking, he took out a monster skull and threw it into the sky.
The skull exploded and turned into a pool of blood mist.
These ghosts were attracted by the blood mist and were stopped for a moment.
"Maoshan Talisman!"
The old man in black robe said immediately.
Mr.
Second Master Hui nodded dully, took out a bunch of Maoshan jade talismans from the storage bag, regardless of whether they were real or fake, and then detonated them all one after another.
He was possessed by a Taoist demon and his mind was muddled, so he used jade talismans from different categories without any discrimination.
Most jade talismans have no effect at all.
But there is a small part that, after exploding, produces a golden tiger shadow, mixed with mysterious seal characters, which indeed hinders these sneaky moments.
Taking advantage of this gap, the old man in black robe spit out another mouthful of blood essence and sprayed it on the mist cup. With his own blood, he used his own blood to activate the treasure's function to the extreme, turning into a thicker mist, which engulfed everyone. shrouded in it.
The ghost was temporarily disoriented.
But after a moment of confusion, the next moment, they still rushed towards everyone, and this time the attack was even crazier. There was even the aura of powerful ghosts coming from far away.
It seems that the evil ghost is also eyeing everyone.
The old man in black robe was shocked and understood immediately.
“Kill the lamp out!”
Generally, when monks light a human lamp, they will sacrifice part of their spiritual consciousness for Sneaky to enjoy. This is regarded as "tolls."
But the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is too precious.
This is equivalent to exposing gold and silver jewelry when going out.
The crime of holding a jade is not a "toll", but a "life toll".
Mr.
The golden wisp of spiritual smoke disappeared.
The ghosts filled with wronged souls were startled. Sure enough, they calmed down, but within a moment, strong anger and roars followed.
The "fat meat" that reached the mouth and flowed with the aura of the gods flew away.
Countless ghosts and ghosts were furious.
They started going crazy, twisting, mutating, and started fighting each other, flying all over the sky, biting everything indiscriminately.
"These ghosts...are they all crazy?"
The old man in black robe took a breath of cold air, then did not dare to slack off, and used all his strength to activate the mist lamp to cover everyone and rush forward.
But it’s a little late after all.
Some evil ghosts have broken through the fog and started biting everyone.
Hui Erye and Shitou were the most eroded by ghosts.
The rest of the people were also more or less tainted with a sneaky aura.
The only exception is ink painting.
Whether it is an innocent soul or a vicious ghost, when you rush in front of the ink painting, it is as if you have encountered something terrible, and you dare not move at all.
Therefore, among the ghosts dancing in the sky, ink painting is actually the safest.
These are all changes at the evil level. Mo Hua can see them clearly, but others cannot.
The old men in black robes just felt eerie, the surroundings were cold to the bone, and there was a huge pressure coming from them.
But they didn't know that the evil ghost had actually bitten them and pulled out some "meat" from their bodies.
If this continues, no matter whether they are the leaders of the Demon Sect or the cultivation level of Jindan, they will all die in this dojo.
But fortunately, we are not far from the edge of the dojo.
This is their vitality.
After a moment of burning incense, everyone walked out of the golden dojo, leaving behind thousands of bronze figures and countless ghosts and ghosts.
The old man in black robe felt like he was surviving a disaster.
This is a feeling he has not experienced for many years.
Behind him, the strong evil spirit was like a dark cloud rushing over the city.
Obviously, the riot has not stopped yet, and the stirred ghosts are like violent wind and rain, sweeping through the entire dojo, making people feel frightened.
The old man in black robe slowly turned his head and looked at the ink painting on the side, feeling extremely ridiculous in his heart.
"Who is this kid..."
"Why can his consciousness cause such a large-scale evil riot..."
" Could it be that his spiritual thoughts are 'immortal meat'? Why is it so attractive?"
The eyes of the old man in black robes were shocked, and he was a little unbelievable for a moment.
But the ink painting looked like a wooden figure, standing blankly with no reaction at all, and even his eyes began to dim gradually, as if the source of his spiritual consciousness was lost due to being lit.
"What a pity..."
Seeing this, the old man in black robe sighed slightly and said silently in his heart, "I am gifted with spiritual consciousness. If I hadn't been possessed by the Tao Heart, I would have been a doer." Great witch Zhu's good seedling... "
"It's a pity that it's all ruined..."
The old man in black robe shook his head, then collected his thoughts and said to everyone: "This is not a place to stay for a long time, leave as soon as possible. .”
Mr. Xuan nodded. The feeling of being haunted by ghosts, like a light on my back, is really uncomfortable.
Everyone started to set off again, climbing step by step along the golden steps that looked like dragon scales to the most magnificent temple at the top.
And stepped past the Gushan Dojo and crossed the boundless ghosts.
The deepest, grandest, most splendid hall of the gods, which is located on the top of the stage, is slowly revealed in front of everyone...
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At the same time, outside the temple.
Shen Shouxing, Xun Ziyou, the Shen family elders, Master Gu, Fan Jin and others are working together to attack the temple gate.
They wanted to break open the door and rescue Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng.
As time goes by, the longer they stay in the temple, the more dangerous the situation of Mo Hua and the two people becomes, and the possibility of survival becomes slimmer.
Ink painting is not bad.
Xun Ziyou held the jade pendant in his hand, at least knowing that Mo Hua was safe for the time being.
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But Shen Qingsheng is different.
Everyone, including Shen Shouxing, knows that in the final analysis, his son is a pampered waste. Without the protection of his family, he can't do anything. However, he is still arrogant and arrogant.
Now he is still in the hands of some ruthless and cunning golden elixir cultivators. If he doesn't rescue him, he will basically die.
Therefore, Shen Shouxing was more anxious than anyone else.
At the same time, a voice could not be suppressed in his heart:
"This is your only son. If he dies, you will have no descendants..."
The words "cut off children and grandchildren" made Shen Shouxing feel inexplicably frightened.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to use all kinds of sword energy and magic weapons to blast open the door of the temple.
No matter how hard he tried, the temple door would not move at all.
Xun Ziyou also frowned.
Not to mention himself, Shen Shouxing is the powerful elder of the Shen family. He is at the peak of the Golden Core and is only one step away from the Ascension Stage. Even with his cultivation methods, he cannot open this door. ......
This temple is definitely no small matter...
"Ink painting..."
Xun Ziyou frowned slightly.
You may not believe it if you tell me. He, the "bodyguard", may be more worried about Mo Hua's safety than Mo Hua himself.
Xun Ziyou touched the Void Sword Token in his sleeve again, his eyes solemn.
He has been holding this sword order in his sleeve, and he does not dare to neglect it at all. Whenever the jade pendant painted in ink shows signs of turning black, he must crush it immediately and notify Mr. Xun.
But judging from the current situation, even if Mr. Xun is notified, it may not be possible to open the temple door immediately.
The crisis of life and death often only lasts a moment. If you are blocked for a moment, it may be impossible to save him.
"What to do..."
Xunzi gradually became anxious.
Not only Xun Ziyou, Fan Jin and Master Gu also looked worried.
Mo Hua is the benefactor of Gushan Weapon Refining Shop, and Master Gu doesn't want anything to happen to Mo Hua.
Ink painting is the "thigh" that Fan Jin has climbed onto with great difficulty. Naturally, Fan Jin does not want to lose this thigh.
What's more, he is the Diansi of Gushan City. If something happens to Mo Hua on the boundary of Gushan, he will be implicated to some extent.
But it was useless for them to be anxious. No matter what methods they used, the golden temple door was still unbreakable.
It is as if this is a forbidden place for gods, and no mortal is allowed to approach.
Time passed little by little, and everyone's hearts became colder.
I don’t know how long it took, but just when a ray of despair began to appear in everyone’s minds, a bloody light flashed.
The door of the temple suddenly trembled, and then slowly opened in front of everyone.
Everyone was a little surprised for a moment.
"Opened..."
"Is it finally broken?"
"But...how did it open?" Master Gu was a little confused. They didn't show any signs of breaking the formation or the mechanism.
Xun Ziyou frowned, he couldn’t figure it out.
"The ink painting is inside, no matter what, you have to go in and have a look." Xunzi said leisurely.
Master Gu nodded.
On the other side, Shen Shouxing looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, his eyes flashed with determination, and then he stepped into the gate of the temple.
The Shen family’s golden elixir followed closely behind.
Xun Ziyou and the others no longer hesitated and stepped into the temple.
After everyone entered the temple, there was a moment of dead silence.
Suddenly, a rustling sound sounded, and a pale human-demon with pale skin and deformed facial features slowly walked out.
It stared at the temple door, then the corners of its mouth cracked, revealing a bloody smile, and then slowly walked into the temple.
The pale and deformed figure disappeared through the door.
After he left, there was a flash of blood, and the door of the temple slowly closed, locking everyone inside.
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Deep in the temple.
After walking for a while, the black-robed old man and his group finally arrived at the final hall.
The main hall is very large, with high steps, and the whole body is filled with bright gold.
On both sides of the temple, there are rows of huge statues.
These statues are all in human form, but they are different from the kneeling bronze figures in front of the dojo. These bronze sculptures are all tall and tall, with majestic faces. They are either riding dragon horses, sitting on dragon chairs, or holding hands. The dragon sword looks at one side.
These bronze sculptures are condescending, as if they are receiving the worship of thousands of slave mine cultivators in the dojo.
"Dragon? These people...are the royal family of the wilderness?"
Mo Hua secretly guessed in his heart, but on the surface he was still dumb and did not dare to show any emotion.
When the leader of the Demon Sect saw these majestic and huge statues with "dragon patterns", he immediately trembled and his emotions fluctuated obviously.
"Finally...we have come here..."
The old man in black robe also sighed in an old voice, "My fortune in the wilderness has finally turned around. The third prince... …”
The old man in black robe looked at the Demon Sect leader.
The leader of the Demon Sect nodded, then took big steps towards the main entrance of the hall.
The main entrance of the main hall is tightly closed. There is a huge dragon head in front of the door, which controls the entire gate and also seals the deepest temple.
On the dragon head, there are many chains, spreading outward, and finally tied to every statue of the wilderness royal family.
These royal statues also guard the final gate of the temple with amazing power.
The leader of the Demon Sect slit his palm, and then stretched his arm into the mouth of the dragon head in front of the door.
The blood dripped down bit by bit and was fed to the dragon.
As if tasting the blood of the royal family, the dragon's head trembled, his eyes slowly lit up, and he stared at the Demon Sect leader with terrifying majesty.
At the same time, the statues of the surrounding royal family seemed to come to life, with murderous intent revealed on their bodies.
The leader of the Demon Sect had firm eyes and slowly knelt down. His voice was thick and deep, like a dragon's chant, and he said word by word:
"Junior, Shentu Ao, the third son of the Dahuang royal family, pays homage to the ancestors."
"Today's imperial descendants are in decline, and they are lonely and lonely."
"The Taoist court has no way, and the bloodline of the clan has been cut off. ”
"Ao, I sincerely ask my ancestors to calm down the dragon spirit, open the imperial mausoleum, grant me the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein, defy heaven, change my destiny, revive the imperial industry, dominate the Three Thousand Mountains, and unify all the tribes of the Great Wilderness!"
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When Mo Hua heard this, his heart trembled.
“This leader of the Demon Sect is actually called ‘Shen Tu Ao’. Shen Tu…is the imperial surname of the Great Wilderness?”
“He rules over the Three Thousand Mountains, unifies all the tribes of the Great Wilderness, and revives the imperial industry… ...This Shen Tu Ao, what is his plan?"
"Is he...wanting to rebel?"
"And what is the Great Wilderness Dragon Veins?"
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"With this thing, can he rebel?"
The more Mo Hua listened, the more shocked he became. If he hadn't been proficient in the way of spiritual thought, had a deep mind, extraordinary concentration, and was used to "acting" to deceive people, this At that time, he must have turned pale with fright, and his face showed flaws.
Rebellion?
Unify the wilderness, restore the throne, and resist the Taoist court?
This Shentu Ao is so brave and ambitious.
Mo Hua never expected that during this trip to the Gushan tombs, he would be able to dig out such a shocking secret.
This was far beyond his expectation. Even if he had broken his head before, he could not have imagined...
And the leader of the Demon Sect, who is the third prince of the Great Wilderness, Shen Tu Ao , while saying these words.
The entire temple hall shook slightly.
It seems that his bloodline, his ambition, and his lofty ambitions have awakened the former emperors and ancestors of the Great Wilderness clan who have been sealed in the depths of the underground palace and have been sinking for an unknown number of years.
A series of low dragon roars sounded, intertwined together.
The ancestors of the Great Wilderness seemed to be responding to Shen Tu Ao's ambition.
They transmitted their remaining dragon energy to the gate one by one through the dragon binding rope, suppressing the ferocious dragon head.
A roar of an unruly dragon sounded.
The gate of the Great Wilderness Imperial Mausoleum slowly opened, and a fierce karmic dragon energy came from the depths...
(End of this chapter)