Chapter 37 Bone-crushing and corpse-whipping?

Lin Du's patience is not that good, especially when she knows what the result will be.

The ghost in the skull did not respond, only silence.

With a snap, the skull shattered.

Immediately followed by the sound of a whip breaking through the air, and the bones of the deceased were scattered.

The onlookers shuddered again.

"So, what about you?"

This time Lin Du got a response.

She closed her eyes and saw the answer given to her by the ghost.

This place is called Lance City, and it is the largest central city in the Lanju Realm.

At first, no one thought there was anything wrong with the Lanju Realm, until disasters occurred frequently, the sea became a lake, and the sun and the moon gradually dimmed.

No one has ascended for a thousand years, and the spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner. The spiritual veins and spiritual stone mines seem to need longer time to produce spiritual energy than before.

Only then did the high-level monks determine that the Lanju Realm might be collapsing.

The collapsed small world will gradually become impossible to walk out of, unable to ascend, and eventually the spiritual energy will be exhausted, and the first to die will be the monks.

No one wants to die.

When the sun and the moon disappear, the last connection between people and the way of heaven will also disappear, leaving only pure rule suppression.

So the high-level monks united and thought of many ways to open the door to the world, but to no avail.

The last desperate struggle is sacrifice.

Sacrifice those who are not high in cultivation and will die first, gather their spiritual power and soul power, and transfer them to the 217 high-level monks with the highest cultivation in the whole world.

When their cultivation surpasses the suppression of this world in an instant, they may be able to force the small world to send them out.

But the collapsed small world's heavenly laws are already incomplete, and they failed.

The enraged world erupted the strongest sandstorm in history, completely submerging and covering the city of Lance.

217 high-level monks were buried.

Thousands of years of unwillingness accumulated, causing the formation to quietly change.

Lin Du finished reading the story told by the ghost, paused for a moment, and laughed, "At this time, it still needs to be three-tenths true and seven-tenths false, who are you acting for?"

Every word is a helpless struggle, but does anyone care about the lives of thousands of humble people?

This may deceive young monks like Jinxuan and Yuanye, but it can't deceive her.

The formations are stacked one after another. She only needs to walk into the city to know how many large formations are stacked and what their back-up plan is.

"You are not honest." Lin Du said, exerting force on his hands.

There was another cracking sound.

The ghost let out an unwilling roar in the air, which was broken by Ni Jinxuan's whip.

Lin Du raised his eyes leisurely, "This is the city of Lance. A natural disaster buried it, but most of the things are still there. If you need them, go ahead."

The onlookers didn't dare to move, "You...you first?"

Lin Du shook his head and put his hand on another skull, "I haven't finished asking."

The onlookers looked at each other: Is this not finished? This is not broken.

"Yan Qing, you come too."

Yan Qing's face was still clear and calm, only his heart was surging.

He remembered... After the method of asking the spirit is performed, it is necessary to explain it with reason and emotion. If the ghost is willing to speak, the questioning can be successful.

How can there be such a little master uncle, who threatens people right away. The ghost can only respond to her because of her power.

Yan Qing raised his hand and cast a spell to approach, but then his soul felt the tearing of the evil spirit. He quickly raised his foot and kicked it, then took advantage of the situation and pulled out the big knife behind him, splitting the bones in the middle.

"Seizing and damaging the virtues, senior, please be careful."

The knife's energy was so fierce that it even left a knife mark on the ground of the altar.

Several monks took a step back. They thought Yan Qing was the most normal among the four disciples of the Supreme Sect, so they were closest to him, and the knife's energy almost affected their toes.

Now they realized that none of them in the Supreme Sect were normal, and they had to stay away from them.

More and more people came and landed one after another.

The people who came earlier were seen standing in the corner of the gap between the altars with their hands and feet tucked in. There were bones all over the ground. Four disciples of the Supreme Sect were playing a requiem, one holding a knife, one holding a whip, and one holding a harp. The sound of the harp was mournful and shrill, and it was terrifying to listen to.

The remaining one, who looked extremely thin and disappointed everyone with his talent, crushed a skull with his bare hands.

Then the cute female cultivator in a pink skirt holding a whip swung the whip over.

"Fuck, what is this disciple of the Supreme Sect doing? Crushing bones and whipping corpses? What a grudge."

The scene was too weird, so no one noticed that in the corner, someone suddenly covered his head and let out a silent roar in pain.

Lin Du finally got the answer she wanted.

According to the ghost, the two hundred monks made two preparations.

If the sacrifice power is not enough, then the great formation of gathering Yin and nourishing evil will be opened to prevent the dissipation of the ghost after death. The three souls and seven spirits of ordinary people will completely dissipate in 49 days. The small world has collapsed and cannot be reincarnated, so they can only wait for the power outside the small world to open the gate and the small world will see the light of day again.

Red willow is an accident, but not entirely an accident.

From the moment the red willow turned into a monster, the person who set up the formation came up with a better way. The red willow just grew on the center of the formation. As long as they continuously feed it with the resentment of the ghost, the red willow can be cultivated into a big monster.

It is not easy to seize it, and it is easy to produce more abnormalities, such as two souls in one body, or the monks desperately self-destructing.

But if the branches of the red willow turn into their original human form after eating people, their ghosts will enter the willow branches, use their power to cut off the red willow, and take on the original identity of the person. When the time for training in the secret realm is up and the people from the outside world open the gate to the small world, they can blend in with the crowd and reach a perfect new world.

"The willow eats people, what does it have to do with us?"

The ghost laughed eerily, "If we can get out, who wants to be trapped to death in this world?"

"After all, it wasn't us who really killed those 197 monks, but you, the outside monks who opened the magic box, wasn't it?"

Lin Du smiled, "No, of course it's not right."

She raised her eyes and crushed the ghost's skull with her hands, "Of course it's not right."

"From the moment you sacrificed all the innocent low-level monks and even civilians, it was wrong."

If it weren't for the thousands of civilians who were sacrificed without knowing it, this red willow would not have turned into a monster.

The resentment of only 217 monks can't nourish a big monster.

"Your escape was torn open by the blood and hatred of countless people."

Lin Du claimed that she was not a righteous person. She didn't think her values ​​were so correct. She only knew that her own affairs would never involve innocent people.

"They will die anyway! If they die early and are sacrificed, their deaths will be worthwhile!"

Lin Du blinked, "According to what you said, you are worthless now, so you deserve to die."

"Jinxuan, whip."

The whip broke through the air with a sharp sound, and the struggling ghost wanted to escape, letting out a miserable roar, and gradually a gray-black shadow appeared in the air.

At this moment, a man in the corner tilted his head, grabbed the neck of a man next to him, and then threw the man directly into the altar.

The black shadow then crashed into the body of the monk who was thrown out.