Chapter 345 Dingjun Mountain (High Energy in this Chapter)
In a small courtyard in the mountains, Old Yao was sharpening a knife.
He received news from Qiu Zhiheng that all thirteen mourners were dead.
The lives of the thirteen mourning cultivators will make the bad luck of the mourning formation reach its peak, and the mourning formation will bring a catastrophe to Yaowanggou.
Where did the catastrophe begin?
No need to ask, start with the local god.
The star of death will bring the disaster of the formation to Old Yao first.
He would also bring all the wronged souls of the deceased to Old Yao.
In Mr. Yao's house, under normal circumstances, the unlucky star does not dare to attack head-on.
All the bad luck has been concentrated on Old Yao's family, and now he dares to take action.
"Old dog, come here!" Old Yao tried the blade of the three-pointed, double-edged knife.
He planned to capture the Death Star alive and then force him to reveal the formation he had set up.
I must break the Death Formation even if it costs my life!
As long as I am still alive, no one can touch Yaowanggou.
Old Yao drank enough wine and waited for the unlucky star to come.
Crash
Hundreds of wine jars were piled at the base of the wall, and the top jar was slowly sliding down and about to fall to the ground.
Old Yao waved his long knife and the wine jar returned to its original position.
These wines are Mr. Yao's fighting force. They have been placed at the foot of the wall for who knows how many years. They have been piled up like this, but something went wrong at this moment.
unlucky.
The unlucky star is coming.
A bit of alcohol can ward off a bit of bad luck.
Old Yao tried to suppress the bad luck with the smell of alcohol, but the Death Formation was too powerful, and the difference between the smell of alcohol and the bad luck was too great.
Gusts of cold wind blew, and five balls of green flames entered the yard and rushed around rampagingly.
This is the ghost of Sang Xiu, who comes to take the lead and wants to destroy the traps in the yard.
Old Yao picked up a wine jar with a long knife and threw it into the air. The wine spilled down, and the dead souls screamed and wailed, and turned into smoke and dust in an instant.
"Son of a bitch!" Old Yao spat. "I waited for you for such a long time, and you're just going to deal with me with these rotten fish and shrimp?"
Before he finished speaking, hundreds of ghosts rushed into the yard, lingering around Old Yao without taking any action.
Are these all mourning practices?
How could there be so many mourners?
These are not all the souls of the Sorrowful Cultivators. There are also the souls of those who were entangled to death by the Sorrowful Cultivators. These are the souls that the Sorrowful Cultivator has spent decades collecting. In his hands, these souls are weapons full of bad luck.
Old Yao swung his sword again, and hundreds of wine jars flew into the air from under the wall, spilling wine, and wine rained down.
Originally, relying on the rain of wine, this group of ghosts could be completely wiped out.
As luck would have it, a strong wind blew and blew the mouth of the jar off to one side, and the wine spilled out in an unsteady and fast manner, and was all gone in the blink of an eye.
This is the power of the Death Gate Formation.
The wine rain was blown away by the strong wind, and the ghosts were still lingering around. Old Yao touched the hilt of the knife, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife flew out. The hilt stretched out more than ten feet, like a string of candied haws, stringing dozens of ghosts together. With a twist of the blade, dozens of ghosts turned into ashes together.
The long sword returned to his hand steadily. The remaining ghosts hid in the distance, not daring to come forward. Old Yao yawned and said, "Old dog, I'm almost asleep!"
After losing so many souls, could it be that the unlucky star got nothing in return?
These dead souls turned into ashes, but the ashes did not dissipate and were still lingering on Old Man Yao's head.
The ashes gathered silently into a ball, and Old Yao seemed unaware of it.
This is very bad luck. If he really gets hit by this, veteran Yao will not be able to dodge the next attack because no matter where he dodges, an accident will happen.
The ashes fell quickly, but Old Yao was still defenseless.
Seeing ashes falling on his head, Old Yao suddenly pulled out a carved bow from behind him.
At the same time, flags flew up on all sides, fluttering and dispersing the dust above their heads.
The arrow was strung onto the string, Old Yao pulled the bow, turned suddenly, and shot an arrow behind him.
You bastard, I knew you were going to take action.
Old Yao knew that bad luck was approaching him. If he dodged, he would be attacked by the unlucky star.
If you don't dodge and get hit by this bad luck, you will be hit hard.
It was precisely because he had calculated the opponent's tactics that Mr. Yao also figured out the opponent's position.
The arrow flew through the air but unfortunately missed its target.
It is normal to miss the target. No matter how good your archery skills are, there is only a probability. Under such heavy bad luck, there is no possibility of hitting the target with one arrow.
Mr. Yao fired another arrow, but still missed.
Relying on his experience, Mr. Yao changed direction and fired five arrows in succession, and finally one arrow stopped in mid-air.
Got it!
Old Yao spewed a ball of fire at the arrow, and a figure emerged amidst the wailing.
The unlucky star has appeared!
With flags on all sides and surrounded from all directions, they crossed and shuttled back and forth, pinning the figure to the ground.
"You bastard, die!" Old Yao raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword and stabbed off the head of the Death Star with one blow.
In order to prevent the Death Star from coming back to life, Old Yao took out a wine jug and poured half of it on the Star's neck.
There was smoke everywhere, and the other party was indeed dead. Old Yao breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s troublesome that the star of death has died. How can we break this death formation?
Old Yao wanted to drink some wine to calm himself down, but the corpse on the ground suddenly turned into a cloud of dust and flew onto his face.
Bad luck is coming!
Was this blown out from the corpse of the Death Star?
No, this is not the star of death. The one nailed to the ground just now was the ghost of Sang Xiu.
How could I be wrong?
How could I not differentiate between the unlucky star and the dead soul?
Dream!
Mr. Yao was dragged into a dream.
All perceptions and judgments are distorted by dreams.
When did you enter the dream?
Old Yao knew that Death Star had the ability to cultivate dreams, and he had taken precautions before.
He was so focused that it was impossible for him to fall into a dream.
Could it be that I was distracted before?
When you are surrounded by bad luck, anything can happen.
There was no point in thinking too much, so Old Yao sprayed a ball of fire towards his palm. During the burning, Old Yao woke up.
I didn't see any dead souls or death stars in front of me, but it seemed like I stepped on something.
It seems to be some loose lees.
Oh no, this is a trap.
Old Yao stepped into the trap he had set.
There is a big difference between the house in the dream and the real house. When Mr. Yao was chasing the Death Star in the dream, his steps were twisted and he fell into his own trap by mistake.
The medicine jar hanging on the warehouse broke, and the medicine powder spilled all over Mr. Yao.
It's so unlucky.
This was the poison he had carefully prepared, and now it all fell on him.
The poison immediately penetrated into his skin. Old Yao's body stiffened and the smell of alcohol that was lingering around him dissipated for the most part in an instant.
The smell of alcohol was an important barrier for Mr. Yao to ward off bad luck. He raised the wine jug, hoping to wash away the poison with the alcohol.
I don't know if it was because of sweat or wine in my palms, but the wine jug slipped and accidentally slipped out of my hands and fell to the ground.
When Old Yao leaned over to pick up the wine jug, two ghosts pounced on him from behind.
The three-pointed, double-edged sword, driven by Old Yao's thoughts, moved behind him to block.
As luck would have it, the poison suddenly took effect at this moment. Elder Yao felt severe pain all over his body, his mind became slack, his technique became unbalanced, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword went out of control and stabbed Elder Yao in the back.
The stab was fierce and accurate, and it went straight through Elder Yao's chest.
Old Yao pulled out his three-pointed, double-edged sword, but his footing became unstable and he stumbled, stepping on the trap he had set again. A can of liquor fell and spilled all over him.
Will this jar of liquor wash away the poison?
cannot.
There are a lot of wines in the yard, all of which can wash away the poison, except this jar. This jar of wine was specially used by Old Yao to intensify the toxicity.
The poison was all over his body, and Mr. Yao's skin was peeling off, his flesh and blood were all over the place. He stood there with difficulty moving.
The ghosts came forward with various weapons in their hands to besiege him, and it was difficult to drive them away with the flags on all sides. Old Yao was about to run out of alcohol, and he couldn't even drive the flags.
Elder Yao heard the voice of the unlucky star: "Look at you, who do you think you are?"
Sad words.
The Death Star suddenly appeared, passed through the flagpole, picked up the weak Yao Lao, and threw him to another Death Star as if playing.
How come another unlucky star comes?
Death Star held Old Yao in his arms and said with a smile, "A drunkard like you is worthy of being the local chief god? I don't even need to do it myself to kill you. I can just call a few wandering ghosts to take your life."
Under the influence of these sad words, Mr. Yao lost all his will to fight.
The three ghosts raised their three-pointed, double-edged swords and stabbed them into Old Yao's chest.
Death Star said: "Do you have any sense of shame? If you still care about your old face, then kill yourself. I am doing this for your own good. If the local god really dies at the hands of a lonely ghost, won't he become a laughing stock in the world?"
It's easy to die.
But what about Yaowanggou?
The Death Star thought it out for Old Yao: "I will keep half of the living people in Yaowanggou, and give the remaining half to you as a burial companion.
What are you waiting for? Are you reluctant to die? You have no shame at this age! "
Kill half?
You bastard, you try it!
Old Yao suddenly snatched back the three-pointed, double-edged sword and slashed at the Death Star.
The big knife was swung in the air. At this moment, Old Yao felt a ringing in his ears. He chopped in the wrong direction and missed the death star. He was kicked to the ground by another death star.
A bit of alcohol can ward off a bit of bad luck.
Have a drink, have a drink and you will feel better!
There were a few jars of wine at the foot of the wall. Old Yao struggled to get up and tried to get the jars of wine over from the foot of the wall.
A strong wind blew, and the smell of alcohol on his body completely dissipated, making his technique ineffective.
Old Yao rushed to the wine jar at the foot of the wall, and the Death Star appeared again, kicking Old Yao in the heart and kicking him more than ten feet away.
Before Old Yao could get up, another unlucky star appeared beside him, turned his bad luck into a long sword and stabbed it into the back of his heart.
Old Yao barely dodged it, but another unlucky star turned his bad luck into a hammer and smashed it into Old Yao's face.
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