Shen Zhuochuan and the other two turned around, and the villagers, who were very confident in the white mist bestowed by the mountain god, looked on in horror.
"Sacrifice! Our sacrifice!"
The village chief, in a frenzy, rushed forward.
He was in ghost form, so he moved extremely fast. Moreover, he had been hiding to the side watching the villagers fight Wan Qiji and Wu Ling, and for a moment he actually passed the two of them.
Shen Zhuochuan tried to stop him, but a ghostly figure shrouded in white mist pierced through him.
The man turned around in surprise.
Just then, Song Siyao saw a flash of golden light disappear from the hands the two sisters were holding, and kicked the village chief away.
Song Tingwan smiled silently. At that moment, Yan Shanjun and the others floated out of the cellar.
Countless cultivators' souls floated out, and their power grew stronger and stronger.
Before Baili Xijiang could even speak to his master and uncles, he grabbed the strongest formation master among them and pleaded, "Senior, please take a look and tell me how to break this formation."
After Shen Zhuochuan and Wan Qiji went out, Yan Shanjun discussed various possibilities with them.
Baili Xijiang heard Yan Shanjun's instructions and followed the formation master.
"Stop making noise, I'm watching." Array Master Xi Chen shook off the little black dragon's hand and focused on looking around.
This formation…
"Holy crap, isn't that my body?! Why does it look so effeminate?!"
"I... I'm a grown man, why am I wearing a skirt? Did I say anything?"
"My hairstyle... how did it become such a terrible mess?!"
Countless people looked at their own bodies and were so distraught that they broke down.
At his disciple's prompting, Yan Shanjun's soul returned to his body, and Song Tingwan also saw the two sisters holding hands.
The merit is gone.
Next, if we can break the formation, that would be good. If we can't, I wonder if we can cheat with merit again.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I felt a strong sense of unease.
It was a strange realization that I couldn't.
This time, they have to rely on themselves.
"You! You all deserve to die!" The village chief floated back, furious and crazed.
Then white mist surged in wildly, and yin energy soared into the sky.
Guilin Mountain.
Qin Xi and Xiao Ao were startled and turned their heads sharply towards the direction of Guilin Mountain.
"Something's not right, let's go."
Pei Yuan and the others also realized what was happening and gathered together in the tent where the meeting was being held.
"This yin energy is strange, should we help?"
"How can we help? The situation inside is unknown. We can't just send a bunch of people to their deaths."
"If we're outside, what ways can we help?"
"By the way, does any of you know the immortals of Penglai? Could you ask that senior to do your divination?"
Others may not know, but those who discussed matters with the Immortal of Penglai all know that the Immortal of Penglai said that everything is predestined, and they only need to do what they should do from the heart, and if possible, help the younger generation to rise to prominence.
He had previously said that the Song sisters, Song Siyao and Song Tingwan, were women destined for greatness.
His meaning was self-evident.
Now that Song Siyao is inside, they should at least lend a hand.
But if you're going to gamble with your own life...
That's too risky.
These highly respected individuals exchanged glances in the shadows and tacitly began to call for reinforcements.
Ancestor at the Tribulation Transcending stage, please come out and save the hope of the cultivation world!
Help! Help! Elders in the Tribulation Transcending stage, please stop your seclusion! If you don't save people, the world will be destroyed and cultivation will be useless.
In unison, countless cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage were shaken awake by the younger generation and quickly rushed towards Guilin Mountain.
.
Within Guilin Mountain.
The ghosts went mad, possessing their bodies, and no matter how hard they fought, they remained locked in a stalemate.
Neither side could do anything about the other.
The villagers were protected by the white mist, but Wan Qiji, Chen Zhuochuan, and Yan Shanjun on the other side regained their bodies, and the three Tribulation Transcending Stage cultivators joined forces.
Bai Wu tied several people up, and the three of them slowly and deliberately combined their strength into a world-destroying force to rescue them one by one.
Before the day for worshipping the mountain god arrives, the village chief doesn't even dare to use the white mist to crush their souls, for fear of being punished by the mountain god.
The cultivators dared not harm their own bodies, nor other bodies. They wanted to kill those who were only ghosts without bodies, but the white mist protected them.
The more they fought, the more they realized it was all a waste of effort.
Seeing this scene, Song Tingwan and Song Siyao walked to the side of the array master Xichen.
Baili Xijiang squatted at the master's feet, holding his face in his hands, looking somewhat desperate.
Upon seeing them approach, he began to chatter on and on: "A master of formations is indeed a master of formations; I don't understand what he's saying."
Song Tingwan casually patted her little apprentice's head, "He doesn't understand anything about alchemy anyway."
Baili Xijiang thought it made sense, and stood up abruptly, deciding not to listen since he couldn't understand it anyway.
Suddenly remembering something, she looked around until she spotted a man who was keeping a low profile in the corner, and then she quietly complained to her master.
“Master, not long after you left, Immortal Lord Zewu was left behind.”
"He was the last one, but I kept secretly observing him. I always felt there was something wrong with him because he was acting so fake."
Baili Xijiang was very confident. Because of his master, he disliked Zewu Immortal Lord first, and then there was the matter of Wuling. He disliked everyone in Wutong Mountain.
So no matter how you look at it, Zewu Immortal Lord seems pretentious.
Song Tingwan looked in the direction he had just hurriedly looked away, and immediately averted her gaze when she saw Ze Wu.
"I see."
Her intuition at that time was probably correct; he was indeed the messenger of the mountain god.
He disguised his face and voice, but he couldn't shake off that pretentious air of superiority.
Song Tingwan's lips twitched slightly, and she quietly exchanged a few words with the ghost amidst the chaos.
The ghost was stunned, pausing for a moment as if in shock.
"Okay." Wu Ling came to her senses and left with a smile.
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