The same was true for Shen Zhuochuan, but even with the help of Li Guang and his gun, as well as Jing Hong, the three divine weapons still couldn't pry open the cellar.
Even under the heavenly lightning, the white mist clung tightly to the entrance of the cellar. The power of the lightning tribulation shook it off, but more white mist would overflow from the space inside and protect the entrance again.
"Quickly, stop them after the thunder! The offerings cannot be lost! Otherwise, the Mountain God will punish us!" The village chief, with a gloomy face, floated in front of the villagers without feet.
In this story, Aji and the others are possessed by ghosts.
“They also stole that beautiful body, which was chosen by my daughter. Village chief, you must help us get it back.”
The village chief glanced at the woman with displeasure. Didn't she see that he and his family had lost their bodies? If they had bodies, his family would use them first.
Otherwise, they will all disappear after the mountain god is worshipped.
The village chief's eyes flickered, but he didn't tell the villagers about it.
"The white mist bestowed by the mountain god will protect you. Those with bodies should use their power, and those without bodies should stay behind."
The villagers readily agreed.
Ignoring his wife and son's complaints, the village chief glared menacingly at the people beside the cellar.
It's all their fault; they took his body away.
We'll have to go through the trouble of finding another one.
The cellar must never be opened, or the mountain god will punish you if the offerings are lost.
He did not want to disappear from the world.
"When the thunder passes, ignore that ghost emitting black smoke, rush over and guard the cellar."
"Yes, village chief."
Not long after, the final lightning bolt struck.
Wu Ling emerged from the ghostly aura feeling completely at ease, his imposing aura so heavy that it caused some of the souls present to dissipate.
Wanqiji hissed and silently called out to Wuling.
Why haven't you distinguished between friend and foe yet?
Wu Ling nodded apologetically, and with a wave of his hand, Wan Qiji was enveloped in his Tribulation Transcending stage ghostly aura, and his discomfort instantly disappeared.
Meanwhile, Song Tingwan and the others stopped what they were doing, exhausted.
Even a spirit jade tablet at the Tribulation Transcending stage couldn't break open this door.
He used all sorts of magical artifacts and unconventional items, as long as they were powerful enough.
I can't pry it open.
They had barely let out a frustrated sigh when the villagers charged at them with a clear purpose.
The most eye-catching thing was the demonic energy emanating from Wan Qiji's body.
Wan Qiji's eyes sharpened, and he chuckled in annoyance, "I'll deal with my body."
His words were strange, but he rushed forward first.
Song Siyao chuckled softly and followed closely behind with a smirk.
Shen Zhuochuan didn't move, standing beside Song Tingwan to protect her.
But the two were forced to leave the cellar.
As they were devising a plan to deal with the villagers who had possessed the cultivator's body, Song Tingwan suddenly turned around, as if sensing something.
The cellar remained unchanged, shrouded in white mist, without a single gap.
The others also tacitly sensed something, but looked around and saw nothing.
It was as if the flash of inspiration just now was an illusion.
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