[Listen to advice, eat your fill... Your sanity is so low, take the medicine if you have it!]
【It’s hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words】
【Take the medicine quickly, or you’ll die before the strange incident happens】
[Let's find some matches to light a lamp... This sanity value is unbearable to look at]
[Agreed! I also want to see some weird events on the Ghost Immortal difficulty level.]
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Watching the ridicule in the barrage, Reverend Jiuyou finally understood that when one's sanity value is low, many hallucinations and auditory hallucinations will occur.
"Humph, it's just an illusion. I'm not afraid of it!"
As Venerable Jiuyou spoke, he took a mind-awakening pill.
"Since you want to see me eat so much, I'll eat it for you!"
With the intake of a mind-awakening pill, the sanity value of the Nine Nether Lord slowly increased, and his courage also grew.
"You've been playing tricks all the way here. I didn't think you were capable of anything!"
Venerable Jiuyou blew his beard, held his chest high, and walked towards the conspicuous building in the center of the village.
It looks like a huge ancestral hall.
The screen was full of comments, all reminding him to find matches to light the lamp first.
Reverend Jiuyou scoffed at this.
At this point, his sanity was almost full, his fear was swept away, and he was desperate to prove himself.
"Lights? I don't need that! I need to find the true form of this evil creature before my sanity runs out!"
Venerable Jiuyou put his hands behind his back with great confidence and walked towards the central ancestral hall.
At this moment,
The hazy fog spread from all directions like a tide.
Although his sanity value was above 90, Reverend Jiuyou could not help but feel a sense of fear.
A kind of hair standing on end, a pricking pain like thorns on the back, running up the spine to the top of the head.
Deep in the fog, you can vaguely hear someone playing the suona.
Immediately afterwards, the extremely strange sound of gongs and drums, the uniform sound of footsteps, and the soul-trembling Buddhist chants were like the sound of magic entering the ears. Even if you were watching the barrage through the screen, you couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.
Venerable Jiuyou bit the tip of his tongue and looked around with all his strength:
“Who… who is playing tricks!?”
Little did he know that his sanity value was already rapidly decreasing at a rate of one point per second!
He had just finished speaking.
The fog and miasma on the front and back sides were suddenly torn apart.
A group of white demons walked in the gloomy wind, with water marks dripping from their straw raincoats and hats, and two pitch-black eye holes embedded under their pale green faces.
Eight rotten corpses carried black coffins on their shoulders. On the coffin lid sat a ghost head with ten hooked fingers and cold eyes like a bottomless abyss, filled with deathly silence.
A group of maids dressed in red were beating drums and gongs, with blood talismans stuck on their foreheads. Their red lips were stretched to their ears, their cheeks were dotted with rouge, and their necks were twisted with purple marks.
The scarlet wedding sedan was suspended three inches in the air, and the curtain was lifted by a purple-green ghost hand, and black deathly aura overflowed.
One side is white, which symbolizes mourning, and the other side is red, which symbolizes joy.
When red and white clash, evil will spread far and wide.
Don't say you are in the fear and emotion array, Jiuyou Tianzun,
Many of the monks who were watching the fun outside shuddered suddenly.
The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly became lively.
[Are you facing a red and white clash at the start? 】
[Fuck, Lao Deng is so lucky! ]
[Mom, I'm not in this illusion anymore, but why do I still feel a chill on my back... Is this the oppressive feeling of a ghost fairy?]
[Lao Deng's sanity is dropping so fast! It's dropped to 60 again! !]
[Red and White Collision + Ghost Fairy Difficulty, Lao Deng wins if he doesn't pee...]
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At this time, Jiuyou Tianzun's breathing became increasingly cold and heavy.
The sweet aroma mixed with the odor of rotting corpses filled the air, and red paper flowers and yellow paper money danced in the sky.
He had seen the so-called red and white conflict before.
I have never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression!
It has nothing to do with the blockade of spiritual energy, nor does it have anything to do with the collapse of sanity...
He just felt.
Even if I have all the skills I need to cultivate, and even break through to a higher level...
They will also be crushed into meat paste in an instant by the red and white ghost heads!
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