C9 Skeletal Mud and Mountain Flowers Everywhere

The night was foggy, and the long night was almost over. The village that had been bustling with activity a few days ago was now desolate and full of ghastly auras. Thinking about it, it made sense. The entire village had lost several hundred villagers to a violent death. If it were not for the dense ghost aura, could it have been possible that they would have been bathed in Buddhist light? This village was filled with grievances. If it wasn't for the fact that the villagers who died in a timely manner went overboard, a disaster would surely have occurred in the future, and this disaster was not small! After all, this was the crystallization of the resentment of hundreds of people.

Ye Su wanted to leave right away, but she did not want to, she wanted Wen Ye to help her transcend the villagers, Wen Ye knew a basket of souls, the 'Classic of Virtue' was not even able to read three lines, and because it was difficult to understand, she was thrown to the side. She looked at Ye Su with a confused gaze, unable to understand what the girl was trying to do, she was afraid of being beaten, and in order to protect her man's face, she had to agree.

Lingyun was unable to help because of his injuries, so he only helped Wen Ye. Lingyun also stubbornly believed that this man was an expert in literature, and he just couldn't bear to see the martial arts girl called Ye Su criticizing him, so he pretended to be a coward. Lingyun also said sympathetically: "Brother Wen, you have to learn how to endure. If you displeased Lady Ye, even if Liu Puti and I were to add you, we wouldn't be able to defeat her. "Your bad temper should be retracted after this long journey. If you continue to go against her, she might drag you into the city and beat you up. Only then will you be considered to have lost face …"

Wenye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could he not understand this logic? This door was good against evil, but it was fine to just wait for a beating like Ye Su, who was playing with swords and sabers in the martial arts world, and it was also the same for everyone else. Ye Wen believed that he did not want to be beaten up by a woman, so he gave up on his pride. That was why he had been rather obedient to Ye Su, but for some reason, she had been dissatisfied with him recently. That day, he wanted to take Little Rakshasi far away, but Little Rakshasi had already been angered by Ye Su. This made Wen Ye very angry.

During these two days of rest, Lingyun and Wen Ye had, according to their instructions, cut down the flourishing wutong tree on the eastern hilltop, and carved it into two hundred and three little people, which corresponded to the two hundred and three families in the village. They then placed the flowers one by one around the village's bunks, and from afar, the village looked like it had a "wreath" Lingyun explained: "The phoenix falls onto the wutong tree, which has been a divine tree since ancient times, and has been filled with spirit energy. "We don't have enough manpower, so we can't recite scriptures like Buddhist spirits. We can only use the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in combination with the unique Phoenix Cry Formation of the Heavenly Sword Hall to send them to the Underworld."

Wen Ye was puzzled. "This is the first time I've heard of this Phoenix Cry Formation. According to your words, this formation is exclusive to the Heavenly Sword Hall. Why do you know so much about it as a member of the Qing Cheng Sect?"

Lingyun smiled and said: "This is the second time you have seen this Phoenix's Cry Formation, even an idiot would know that this is unique to the Heavenly Sword Hall."

The literary industry was silent. Six Bodhi nodded at each other, the long sword in his hand suddenly moved, slowly flowing above the village, the rippling light of the sword spread out and enveloped the entire village in an instant. The southern sound from the six people sounded out, very similar to the song that Wenye had heard from Hua Kui outside the perfume shop, but it was very different from the song. The voices of the six people could only be heard in four syllables, and Wen Ye, who liked listening to Hua Kui's singing outside the incense shop, found these four syllables boring. However, as the chanting quickened, Wen Ye suddenly recalled the happy days of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Soon after, Wen Ye rubbed her eyes, thinking that she had seen wrongly. They were laughing, and laughing very happily. The ferocious woman who was teaching the naughty child a lesson, the man who was carrying a hoe and was about to go down to work, the little girl who had a bunch of wild flowers on her father's head, all of her life brimming with vitality.

However, Wen Ye knew that this was the obsession of the villagers. Even though it was true, these people had disappeared from this world and could never go back. After a year or so, their corpses would completely disappear, and the evidence that they had survived would completely disappear. However, their corpses would turn into mud and the flowers would bloom all over the mountain in the next year. They could also see the magnificent mountains and rivers. These flowers were a pair of eyes that showed how hard they had been living in this world.

The light emitted by the spirit sword was still rippling, the chants of the Six Puti grew faster and faster, and along with the chant, the villagers also began to slowly disappear, one by one walking towards the fog that had suddenly appeared. The girl with wild flowers on top of her head suddenly stopped when she was about to enter the white fog.

The moment the girl entered the white mist, the wutong flowers surrounding the bungalow and village began to emit a reddish glow. The light flew out from the wutong flowers and floated in midair. They moved, and flew into the white mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if the sun was setting in the west, and the entire top of the mountain seemed to be attracted by the magnificent scenery. Even the wind did not want to move the tiniest bit of red.

More and more red lights entered the white mist. Within the white mist, there was also a hint of red. The red light became brighter and brighter until the completely dark sky looked like it belonged to the Heavenly Realm. Unlike the dazzling sun, this faint red glow was exceptionally gentle, without the slightest bit of glaring light.

Suddenly!

The red light broke through the white mist and a long cry split the quiet sky. This was the cry of a phoenix! The one that broke through the white mist was actually the Divine Phoenix that had spread its wings like fire, and its flames like a rainbow! With two hundred and three people on its back, it flapped its wings in the air until its figure disappeared into the vast sky.

For a long time, the literary industry was unable to recover from the magnificent scenery. He could not help but sigh at the profound cultivation of the person who had created the Phoenix's Cry Formation. The dead must have their own obsession. It doesn't matter if it is a person or a thing. However, this formation has repeated the beautiful wishes of the dead Undead's heart. The Undead who were filled with obsession depends on their own life. Despite the pain! However, he was also very happy. What else could he not put down? He would not live past a hundred years in this life. He might as well reincarnate into a good family.

Wenye fell into deep thoughts, but little Luosha sighed and said, "He is the leader of all spirits, but unfortunately, the heavens do not seem to like the length of all spirits he created. However, a short period of time before the age of a hundred yet has to endure so much suffering in the world, truly pitiful. "

Lingyun heard Xiao Luosha's voice and smiled to himself, "The heavens are descending, so is he …"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Ye waved his hand and interrupted Lingyun's lecture. A smile appeared on his face, unlike his previous cunning, it was instead a deep sorrow, even though the sadness was fleeting, and he said: "That old man Kong Zi did not do any harm, what morals and righteousness, made many people go crazy for him, but in the end it was all for nothing? I say it's better to be alive than anything, and there's no need for any moral or moral shit at all. "" No, I don't, "I said." No, no. "Brother Ling, we'll be leaving first. If fate wills it, we'll meet again in the future. You must treat me to a hearty meal.

When Lingyun heard Wen Ye's thoughts, he unconsciously furrowed his brows, because Wenye's teacher was a dragon and tiger, and was at the end of the Dao Sect. Lingyun heard Wen Ye's thoughts, and unconsciously furrowed his brows, because Wenye's teacher was a dragon and a tiger, and was at the end of the Dao Sect.

Wen Ye stopped walking and turned around with a smile. It was an impudent smile, as if he was sad but it was only a dream: "Your small path young and yet it already has those stubborn old heads. Rather than worrying that I would lose my heart, it's better to worry about surviving in this dog-like world. "Honestly speaking, Dao Lord, I do not even know what a Taoist heart is. How could I possibly have lost my Taoist heart?"

Ye Su and Little Rakshasi, however, were not surprised. They knew that this was the true nature of a literary person, but they could not help but frown, just as they were trying to figure out how to console the literary master, they realised that the three of them had already disappeared. Lingyun rubbed his nose and laughed at himself, and then he turned towards Liu Chi who was resting on the ground, asking, "Do you have any news on the whereabouts of the Demon Emperor's daughter?"