Chapter 384 Wooden Butterfly, Thousands of Papers
"I'll practice."
Yan He still replied with something that didn't spoil the fun.
A cold air swept over.
The closer you get to Beidian City, the more obvious it becomes.
There are too many undead souls, most of which are gathered earthbound spirits. Even in broad daylight, the yin energy is still very heavy.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, be careful."
Yan He reminded.
Ye Xingzhou nodded and opened his spiritual sense.
Wherever his spiritual consciousness covered, everything was transparent, and Ye Xingzhou easily found the locations of the two graves outside the city.
In the southeast corner outside the city, next to a dry well, there are two lonely graves.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, what is this?"
"The ghost messenger among the vengeful spirits."
Ye Xingzhou walked to the grave and used his spiritual power to feel it carefully.
The two graves have become ordinary graves. When spiritual power was probed into them, no fluctuations in the barrier or the breath of resentful spirits were detected.
The road to the ghost world is blocked.
The girl couldn't get an answer to the words that came out of her mouth.
Having missed the clue again, Ye Xingzhou had become numb and calm.
Who is this mysterious man?
While being fully aware of the formation on his body, he also controlled his body to hunt down the evil spirits.
Why didn't the mysterious man show up and kill the vengeful spirit directly, but instead borrowed his body?
Could it be that he can’t be killed?
Ye Xingzhou thought about it carefully.
The girl said that the vengeful spirit was different from other vengeful spirits. It could be resurrected infinitely and was sealed in the ghost market.
It is possible that the mysterious man is the one who sealed the vengeful spirit.
The mysterious man has a grudge against the vengeful spirit, but cannot kill it, or perhaps he cannot cause pain to the vengeful spirit, so he seals it.
Every time the vengeful spirit passed by Ye Xingzhou's hand or umbrella, it looked as if it was in excruciating pain.
Therefore, the mysterious talent lent him a hand.
When you think about it this way, it does seem to make sense.
The only unique thing Ye Xingzhou could think of about himself was his extremely yang energy.
It is said that the extremely yang energy is useful against ghosts and monsters.
However, Ye Xingzhou couldn't understand.
Where does the extremely yang energy on the umbrella come from?
Unable to figure it out for a moment, Ye Xingzhou simply turned around and said, "Let's go into the city."
Two heavy red-painted city gates came into view. The gates were tightly closed, and the mottled bloodstains had turned into black spots.
The soil under my feet is much deeper than the outer circle, and patches of black and brown are spread all around.
The weeds are more vigorous in each place.
As soon as you step into this place, your nose is filled with the stale, decayed, and rusty smell.
Ye Xingzhou lowered his eyes, and the soil on the ground seemed to be soaked with blood.
After digging through the lush weeds, the white bones were revealed.
Skulls and leg bones were mixed together, and thin snakes were coiled in the grass and on top of the bones.
The snake was startled and immediately ran away with a sigh.
From one to countless snakes, there are small snakes and big snakes, and the colors of the snake scales are dazzling.
"careful."
Ye Xingzhou and Yan He flew into the air almost at the same time, avoiding the scurrying snakes.
In just half a moment, the snakes disappeared.
When Ye Xingzhou landed, the instep of his feet was numb.
The number of snakes is terrifying.
No wonder the grass is so lush, it uses people as nutrients. Looking at the amount of grass piled up, I can’t imagine how many corpses there are under the soil.
Back then in Beidian City, the corpses of the people in the city piled up to form the road under our feet.
Yan He's face looked heavy.
It was chilly and cold, without even a hint of death.
When I set foot in Beidian City, I felt depressed and my feet became weak.
The leader of Xuanling Sect chose this place to train not only his external strength, but more importantly, to hone his state of mind.
Even after a hundred years.
The tragic scene of that year remains.
Ye Xingzhou let out a deep breath.
The smell of blood is too strong.
He is a person who is very sensitive to smells.
Facing such an impact, I felt my eyes sore.
The memories hidden deep inside show signs of breaking free from their confinement.
The blood-stained light blue shirt flashed before my eyes in a trance.
The blockage in his throat made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and he also had acid reflux in his stomach.
"Fellow Daoist Ye? Fellow Daoist Ye?"
Ye Xingzhou stood where he was, breathing rapidly and holding his breath.
Yan He called out a few times but no one responded, so he had to act quickly and pressed the Tanzhong acupoint.
Accompanied by a slight pain, the breathing finally became regular.
Ye Xingzhou covered his chest and coughed as he thanked him, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yan."
Yan He pursed her lips, "You're welcome."
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this place is indeed easy to affect the Dao heart. It would be better if you block your sense of smell."
"good."
Ye Xingzhou didn't struggle too much and blocked his sense of smell.
Yan He looked up. The sky was a deep blue, but the ground was not warm at all.
"Fellow Daoist Ye."
"The people of Beidian City have suffered so much."
They lived a peaceful and prosperous life, but the Demon Lord slaughtered the entire city to satisfy his selfish desires.
A free man in life, but a bound spirit after death.
Unable to leave the city every day, he is still being harassed and oppressed by evil spirits.
Those vengeful spirits were demon cultivators in their lifetime, and became vengeful spirits after death, still oppressing the undead.
If a cultivator wants to set foot there, he must first seal his five senses. Without sealing his five senses, his mind will not be able to bear it.
This city is sad.
For hundreds of years, the earthbound undead in Beidian City have not been driven away by monks. On the contrary, monks have come to help kill the evil spirits.
Undead monks who are willing to be reborn will also help with the salvation.
But for some reason, most people do not want to be reborn.
Behind this tightly closed door, countless undead souls wander the city all day, imitating their activities in life.
Yan He patted Ye Xingzhou's shoulder and asked, "Do you want to slow down for a moment?"
Ye Xingzhou shook his head, "No, I've recovered."
"Well, go in."
At this time, a gust of wind came.
Ye Xingzhou looked back.
The wind is shaking.
Branches and leaves are flying.
Outside Beidian City, the most common thing is the wood butterflies.
Wooden butterflies, thousands of pieces of paper.
The wind rises and the wind falls.
Countless seeds fell from the cracked shells.
Like throwing away paper money.
Commemorate this dead city.
Even the wind is crying.
The city gate that has been closed for a hundred years has not been opened, as opening the gate will disturb the souls of the dead.
Ye Xingzhou followed Yan He, used his spiritual power to jump over the city wall and entered the city.
The coldness that penetrates the bones is colder than snow.
The wind swept through the dilapidated streets, rolling up countless pieces of paper.
Unlike the ghost market, this group of undead in the city can see the day and night, and the changing of the seasons.
The monks' arrival did not disturb the undead in the city.
Countless undead spirits were already wandering blindly in the streets and alleys, piercing straight through the bodies of the two people and repeating the same wandering pattern.
Ye Xingzhou took out a soul-soothing talisman and gave it to Yan He.
"Have it, just in case."
"good."
Yan He hid the talisman in his wristband.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, what are you looking for?"
Ye Xingzhou said, "The Demon Summoning Scroll and the formation."
According to the four directions of east, west, south and north, the only thing missing is the last demon summoning scroll and the formation to seal the demon beast.
The truth behind the dead city must be closely related to the Demon Summoning Scroll.
Summoning Demon Scroll.
Yan He asked, "Is this the one that the demon cultivator tried to steal when he broke into the Tianji Pavilion?"
"That's right."
"There's more than one Demon Summoning Scroll?" Yan He was confused.
No leader or elder of the sect had ever mentioned the Demon Summoning Scroll. Yan He had also gone to the library to look for it himself, but found no useful clues.
Now we only know that the Demon Lord, who had been peaceful for a hundred years, suddenly started slaughtering people indiscriminately, and the elders joined forces to deal with it.
But this has nothing to do with the Demon Summoning Scroll.
Ye Xingzhou replied, "To be precise, it's fragments. There are four in total."
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