Under the puzzled gazes of Dong Shao and Rong Jian, Yu Bie Liu explained while looking at the sky.
"Since ancient times, the idea of ghosts and gods has been a perennial topic, and many ordinary people hold them in awe. The idea that people become ghosts after death is both true and false."
"After most ordinary people die, their souls dissipate and they don't form ghosts or monsters. Only those who harbor immense resentment and hold onto many things will retain their consciousness, combining it with the spiritual power of heaven and earth to form strange beings like ghosts."
"The so-called vengeful ghosts are created by evil cultivators who deliberately slaughter humans in order to create these strange beings."
"Generally speaking, people who are tortured to death have a great deal of resentment in their hearts, and this situation is exactly the state most likely to form a ghost."
"They used a strange method to fuse several condensed ghosts, turning them into this..." Yu Bie Liu pointed to the sky. "They lost their willpower, leaving only resentment and acting on instinct. They will be enslaved and possessed by them."
Rong Jian looked at the huge fog in the sky and said after a moment of silence, "How many people did it take to form this vengeful ghost?"
"Ah, well..." Yu Bie Liu picked up another piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. "On average, one out of ten people killed by evil cultivators can leave their bodies and give birth to a small ghost."
"Ten little ghosts can be combined into a second-level ghost; ten second-level ghosts can be combined into a third-level ghost; and so on... When it comes to the fifth level and above, the number of tens must be increased to a hundred."
From this, we can imagine how many innocent lives were responsible for the creation of this fifth-level vengeful ghost in the sky.
Evil cultivators, they really deserve to die! Everyone present thought so unconsciously.
While everyone was talking, the battle in the air had already entered a white-hot stage.
Rao Zhu floated in the air, waving the long sword in his hand continuously, and sword energy was released, slashing at the black fog; and the black fog was also constantly changing its shape, and various huge bodies of spirit beasts were transformed. While they flexibly avoided the sword energy, they also caused a lot of trouble for Rao Zhu.
Both sides are at the fifth level of strength. Rao Zhu is a sword cultivator known for his powerful attack power; while the vengeful ghosts are a type of ghosts created by evil cultivators with unique and strange abilities.
No one knows the final outcome of the battle, but at this moment, everyone present is looking forward to one result: Rao Zhu wins!
Rao Zhu can only win. If he fails, the lives of everyone in this city will be threatened.
Rong Jian looked at his master fighting in the air, feeling a little worried. He subconsciously asked Yu Bie Liu beside him, "Will Master win?"
Yubieliu said expressionlessly, "According to the current situation, no."
This was not the answer that everyone present wanted to hear, so the moment Yu Bie Liu finished speaking, everyone glared at him.
After all, you're a member of the Yantian Sect, so can't you hope for something good? When it comes to fighting, how can you give up so easily until the very end?
However, for Yubieliu, the public's gaze had no effect on her. It was just a look, wasn't it? It wouldn't cost her anything.
Putting away the cake in his hand and replacing it with spiritual fruit, Yu Bie Liu continued, "Your master's situation is somewhat special. She can't bring out her full strength. And that vengeful ghost...even though it's being suppressed and chopped by your master now, its real trick hasn't been used yet!"
Was Rao Zhu's situation special? Was he unable to unleash his true strength? Could this be due to some hidden injury on his master's part?
Rong Jian's thoughts instantly wandered, and he immediately thought, his master was clearly only an outer sect elder, yet he still clearly promised to take him into the Yantian Sect.
Perhaps Rao Zhu was originally a brilliant genius, but because of his physical injury, his strength was limited and he was given the idle position of an outer sect elder in Yantian Sect.
But in fact, he has a special status in the sect. Compared with other outer sect elders, he has more privileges that others don’t have?
This is probably the only explanation.
Rong Jian silently looked at Rao Zhu in the air. Since he had hidden injuries, he had to try his best to avoid fighting. But the current situation was that only Rao Zhu had the strength to deal with the vengeful ghost in the air.
Of course, if Rao Zhu chose to escape, she could definitely escape alone, but behind her were many people from Yangfeng City.
At this moment, Rong Jian's mood became extremely heavy, and then... the crisp chewing sound kept ringing in his ears, forming a sharp contrast with this serious battlefield.
"...In this situation, can you still eat snacks leisurely here?" Rong Jian couldn't help but say what he was thinking.
Yu Bieliu finally withdrew his gaze from the sky, looked at Rong Jian beside him, and then looked at the spiritual fruit in his hand.
Then he took out an identical one and handed it over, "How about you get one too?"
Although Yu Bie Liu's attitude when she said this was unusually gentle, Rong Jian had no intention of accepting it at all. Instead, he looked speechless towards her.
That's right, a battle is going on in the sky that concerns the lives of everyone present. Everyone is worried about it, fearing that the final result will not be what they want.
Only Yubieliu was lying leisurely under the battlefield, eating snacks, looking like he was watching a show.
The little guy didn't accept his kindness, so Yubie Liu Mozhi silently withdrew his hand and then took a bite of the new spiritual fruit.
"What else can I do? Go up and help? Please, I'm only a psychic, and going up would be like asking for death, right?"
Rong Jian moved his lips, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute. There was no doubt that what Yu Bie Liu said was the truth.
There were many monks in the entire city, but they could only watch nervously from below and could not rush up to fight and help Rao Zhu because they were not strong enough.
Although Rong Jian was anxious, he knew very well that with his strength, he would only be a burden if he went up.
The people who care about you are fighting in the front, while you can only hide in the back and watch like a waste. This feeling of powerlessness is not pleasant.
To change this powerless situation, there are only two words: become stronger!
Strong enough to fight alongside those who care about you, strong enough to protect them.
At this moment, the battle situation in the air suddenly changed. In the black fog, resentful shouts were heard, including the voices of the elderly, children, and women, in an extremely chaotic manner.
Although they were protected by the formation, they still felt dizzy when the sound reached their ears. Rao Zhu, who was facing the strange cry directly, was of course the most affected.
Her sword moves suddenly stopped, and a trance appeared in her expression. Seizing the moment when Rao Zhu was distracted, the black mist suddenly launched an attack!
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