Chapter 221 "There are still nine disciples who are not here!"
Right below Fengshihou's attack, and closest to him, there was a person standing quietly. The man was tall, dressed in purple and wearing a silver butterfly mask.
Ning Mingmei noticed that the man had a long flute on his waist. The flute is white, reflecting a cold light under the red lantern.
He holds a high position of power in the ghost world, and he also has the flute. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? This person must have an affair with the murderer.
Fengshi Hou is a dignified middle-aged man. He sat high on the throne, and remained serious even when surrounded by hundreds of ghosts. Ning Mingmei heard Lian Chengyue's voice at this moment: "Immortal Lord, please look behind you."
At the end of the float procession, there were several prison vans!
All those standing in the prison car were humans. Although they were standing, their eyes were blank and their souls were lost. The humans were wearing the same prison uniforms, and it was difficult for Ning Mingmei to tell whether they were disciples of the Qingji Sect based on their uniforms.
However, Ning Mingmei took a quick look and found that Ye Yufei was not there. When he was relieved, he heard Wen Siheng say, "Shao Yong is inside!"
There are disciples from the Qingji Sect inside!
Things immediately became different. Ning Mingmei called his disciples and followed the crowd. The crowd moved slowly, like a river, like a long worm. Finally, accompanied by the twinkling lights of lanterns, Ning Mingmei and others arrived at a place outside the city.
"here it is……"
"Altar." Feng Yue answered with some pride, "There are only three ancient altars still in existence in the six realms. One is on an isolated island in the abyss, which was destroyed long before the goddess saved the world. One is here in the ghost realm. It is said that there is another one, which is on Spark Island."
"Is that so?" Ning Mingmei said, "But the altar here doesn't look like an ancient one."
"The ancient altar was in the old Ghost King's Palace, beside the Forgotten River, and it has been damaged. The altar here is a replica of the ancient altar." Feng Yue said somewhat unnaturally, "But the altar we are using now in the ghost world is the only one that remains in the six realms and is the closest to the ancient altar!"
"I heard that there is also such an altar in the human world's imperial palace." Lian Chengyue said.
"That's definitely not bigger than ours," Feng Yue said.
Commoners were not allowed to enter the inner area of the altar, but this did not pose a problem for the agile Ning Mingmei and others. The four of them hid in a hidden corner of the altar. At this moment, the sacrifice had not yet begun.
There were 24 human monks participating in the sacrifice. Their eyes were lifeless and they stood in a certain order on the altar. The ghost tribe's wizards are arranging the items needed for the sacrifice. Marquis Fengshi and the man in purple were no longer here, but had gone into the hall next door to rest.
Fengshi Hou’s cultivation level is at the Lianxu stage, which is above Ning Mingmei. The cultivation level of the purple-clothed man beside him was equally unfathomable, at least in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation. Due to his furnace-cauldron physique, Ning Mingmei's current cultivation level on paper is only at the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. However, he only thought for a moment, then took his spiritual power shield and tiptoed towards the palace next to him.
The sound of two people talking could be heard in the palace. Feng Shi Hou said: "Give me the medicine."
The man in purple handed him the medicine obediently. Fengshihou took the medicine and breathed smoothly. He asked, "Have Jiangduo's men arrived in Fengdu?"
The one who will do the dance!
Cheap uncle arrives in the ghost world. Ning Mingmei's eyebrows jumped. Then, he heard the purple-robed man say, "They have been settled in the posthouse. The Demon Lord is very excited and wants to take advantage of the 15th day of the eighth month to visit the ghost market."
"He really has a playful heart!" Feng Shi Hou snorted coldly.
"It doesn't matter. We just need to use his power to kill the old ghost king." The man in purple said softly.
"He personally repaired the altar. Jiangduo is really sincere." Fengshi Hou laughed, "In that case, it's time to show Jiangduo the great gift we prepared for him!"
At this moment, the man in purple paused for a moment. Fengshi Hou said in a grim tone: "Wu Fang, do you still have objections to my decision?"
"My Lord, I just think that this is a war between the immortal world, the human world, and the demon world. It is enough for us to agree to stand on the side of the demon world and fight. Why do we have to take the initiative to do this?" The purple-clothed man said, "If the people in the immortal world knew about this, I am afraid they would do something to us..."
Feng Xie Hou suddenly raised his old voice: "Wu Fang, are you scared?!"
The purple-clothed man said, "My Lord, I am not. I just..."
"Shut up!" Feng Shi Hou said hoarsely, "Since when did you become so fussy? Take a good look at the six realms today!"
"In the Immortal Realm, there are the Five Constant Virtues; in the Demon Realm, there is Jiang Duo; in the Human Realm, there is the Emperor Fang; in the Demon Realm, there are various clans fighting for supremacy. Only in the Ghost Realm is a mess..." said Feng Shihou. "How can we accept this? How can we be willing? Thousands of years ago, the Ghost Realm was also a dominant force. But the old Ghost King went crazy for a woman... He killed everyone in the palace and wanted to activate the altar, and then he went crazy. The entire Ghost Realm has been in chaos ever since."
"Now that the demon world is attacking the human world, it's time for the ghost world to come out and share a piece of the pie! Don't you want to?"
The Ukrainian side then shut up. Ning Mingmei was lurking in the corner. Only he can see clearly and understand.
It is not the Ukrainian side that is afraid.
It’s Feng Shi Hou who has grown old. It was Feng Shi Hou who was afraid.
Thousands of years have passed, and he is no longer the high-spirited general who served beside the old Ghost King. Instead, he has become the Marquis of Wind Erosion who lives in a courtyard surrounded by high walls and is afraid of death and aging. Therefore, he became increasingly afraid of losing power. The power of Marquis Fengshi is fading, and the legend of Marquis Fengshi is fading away. He increasingly needed a battle to prove his absolute dominance in the ghost world. He also wanted to eat the old ghost king to regain his youth.
The older they are, the more likely they are to be defrauded.
For example, health products scams and aphrodisiac scams. You know, most men regard sex as a symbol of power, so Ning Mingmei felt that he could also give him a different way to prove his point.
If you want to regain your strength, you don’t necessarily need to eat Old Ghost King. You can also eat leeks, oysters, marine essence, and volcanic mud.
"Immortal Venerable." Lian Chengyue sent him a voice transmission, "The strength between the enemy and us is very different. What should we do?"
Ning Mingmei only gave four words: "Lure the tiger away from the mountain."
Lian Chengyue nodded and said, "Okay, Immortal Venerable, I can..."
Ning Mingmei said coldly: "I don't need you."
The technological level in the ghost world is extremely backward. Mobile phones are not popular and there is almost no signal. Only the high-ranking officials in the ghost world still have a few telephones in their homes. A wild ghost cultivator like Feng Yue, who has been wandering for many years, has never even seen a mobile phone.
Now Ning Mingmei finally understood why the number of disciples from the immortal world defecting to the ghost world had greatly decreased in recent years: Who would be willing to defect to a place where there is no cell phone signal? Doesn't this mean that I can't draw cards all year round and can only play Tetris? From this we can see that disciples who are willing to defect must have sufficient academic enthusiasm for the ghost world's magic, and are worth being caught and imprisoned - this is a later story.
At this moment, Ning Mingmei had completed the collection of facial data of Fengshi Hou and the man in purple. He threw the magic-modified developing bead in his hand out, and the developing bead rolled to the place where Ning Mingmei needed it.
Then……
“W-What is this?!”
“Oh my god…”
The huge commotion made the entire altar boil. Marquis Fengshi and the man in purple became alert and left the hall.
Then I was shocked by the scene before me.
"This is……"
"ah!!!"
"Mirror images." Wen Siheng explained to Feng Yue calmly.
Feng Yue was dumbfounded: "But there are videos, how can it not be true?"
"3D projection + AI head replacement." Wen Siheng continued to explain.
Feng Yue was still dumbfounded: "But there is a video, it must be true!"
Like Feng Yue, all the other ghost cultivators present were dumbfounded. Without the baptism of the Internet era, their psychological state is only one:
The video cannot be photoshopped, everything they see is real!
"Asshole!"
Feng Shihou was so angry that his face turned red. He roared at everyone to look for the developing beads that were emitting images. There are simply too many beads that can be developed. Countless of them surrounded the altar, as if hundreds of Shadow Lords were twisting their bodies in pairs... In short, under such circumstances, the sacrifice could not be carried out for the time being.
But there is always someone calmer than everyone else. The purple-clothed man shouted, "There's an assassin!"
assassin!
Just then, there was a huge flash in the west. After the thermite reaction, a group of people from the immortal world walked slowly towards them, treading on the golden light…If someone from the immortal world saw this scene, they would definitely recognize that this was the video of the appearance of the various peak masters of the Qingji Sect and the special guests at the Qingyan Competition many years ago. Qi Miancheng stood in the first one, and his voice, appearance and smile were still vivid in my mind.
"When did you have the illusion that I didn't use Mirror Flower and Water Moon? *(Death)" Ning Mingmei said to himself.
Lian Chengyue was also stunned after seeing the dead man. Suddenly, he remembered what Fang Wuyu had said.
"Junior brother, you still can't forget him."
Can't forget him? Who can’t you forget? Why did Ning Mingmei carry the developing bead that recorded Qi Miancheng's appearance with him and never let it go?
After the Qingyan competition ended that year, Qi Miancheng recorded ninety-nine copies of his appearance video and included one in every email he sent, treating it as his Tieba signature GIF. Now Ning Mingmei has finally solved one of them, and he feels refreshed. Taking advantage of the chaos, Ning Mingmei threw tear gas and saw the backup plan he had prepared.
Fu Weidao!
Fu Weidao indeed showed up after receiving the message. What made Ning Mingmei frown was that Master Guanwei’s team was not among the supporters. But I can't care about that at the moment. Ning Mingmei shouted at Fu Weidao: "Go!"
Everyone held up two sacrifices and flew out of the city. The man in purple reacted quickly and reached for his waist to take out the bone flute.
Then he found that his bone flute had fallen into Ning Mingmei's hands.
It is impossible to take away a person in the late stage of Spiritual Transformation. But you can take his props away. Ning Mingmei soon discovered that the purple-clothed man's mask was also missing... Turning around, he saw that it was in Lian Chengyue's hand.
Lian Chengyue actually went to steal things at the same time as him.
Ning Mingmei replaced the developing bead with a more explosive AI head-changing device, and then left with all the things. At this moment, Huang Zhutao and others had also evacuated. They took advantage of the chaos to retreat to a safe area outside the city.
As soon as everyone landed. Ning Mingmei was about to ask Fu Weidao "Where did Guanwei go?" But before he could say anything, he heard the disciple who was checking the offerings say, "Not all of our missing disciples are here!"
"There are still nine disciples who are not here!"
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