It was late at night and people were snoring everywhere.

The wooden door of the dormitory creaked slightly, and a black shadow passed by and flashed away.

The afternoon's mental exploration did not make me discover the existence of the Earth Soul. I accidentally alarmed the main peak killing formation, almost leaving traces.

After thinking about it over and over again, I felt that I had to go out for a walk in person.

Especially the area behind the Taoist sect, it is said that it is a secret forbidden area that only the head sect Taixuzi can step into, and the possibility of hiding the earth soul is extremely high.

Furthermore, the night after leaving Kyoto, Lingxi once told me that a lucky locust tree grew up in the Taoist sect and came into being.

It is the center point of Daomen's fortune, so I pay more attention.

Perhaps we can trace the roots based on the locust tree and find the place with the strongest spiritual power fluctuations.

I flew along the way, avoided the patrol of my outer disciples, and rushed to the back mountain "blatantly".

He was masked in black and had a human skin mask on his face. I was not worried that anyone could guess my true identity.

I am afraid of Taoist formations. This thing is hidden very deeply. Once I am trapped, I will definitely not be able to escape in a short period of time.

If Taixuzi and others join forces to siege, even if I escape unscathed, it will inevitably affect my follow-up planning.

So, I was very cautious, and while flying, my mind spread out, sensing every move around.

Ten minutes later, I walked out of the dark corner and hid on a lush sycamore tree.

Well, trees are good trees, they taste a little weird.

A strong smell of urine was emitted from the soil at the roots, almost smothering me to death.

Fifty meters ahead is the entrance to the back mountain that is heavily guarded.

Because of the fuzzy and twisted formation, I couldn't see the scene inside clearly.

Dozens of inner disciples were on guard, patrolling back and forth, with vigilant eyes.

It is definitely not advisable to break through hard, and forcibly breaking the formation will only cause greater noise.

In desperation, I ascended to the sky and tried hard to find flaws around the three sides of the formation.

I want to see if there are any weak loopholes or other entrances are hidden.

Unfortunately, I got nothing and wasted more than half an hour.

I feel regretful, I returned to the sycamore tree and planned to use the stupidest method to wait for the rabbit.

There is a way that people have three urgent needs, so I don’t believe that these inner disciples don’t pee all night.

As long as I can catch someone who is alone, I have absolute confidence to take the opportunity to get in.

In this way, I quietly lurked in the dense branches and leaves, waiting quietly for the big white rabbit I needed to come to my door.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours...

I waited for two and a half hours, and I saw that it was about to dawn in another hour, so I was about to give up.

But at this moment, a fair-looking inner disciple ran towards the paulownia tree with his stomach covered his stomach.

My heart moved and I held my breath and focused.

The moment the other party unbuttoned his belt, I covered his mouth and nose, patted him gently, and dragged him to the tree.

It is not fatal, but it can make him sleep for a long time.

Then, I took off his inner door clothing as quickly as possible and put it on myself, controlling the human skin mask to transform the face shape according to his appearance.

It cannot be exactly the same, but there are still some similarities between 60 and 70% of them.

In addition, it was dark, and I deliberately lowered my head and showed it to others with a side face. The familiar disciples did not notice anything inappropriate.

"yawn."

Taking advantage of the gap between the sneezing of a disciple, I flashed and disappeared from the spot.

......

In the wilderness, the cool breeze is blowing.

Weeds are everywhere, and graves stand.

My steps have not yet stood firm, and invisibly, a majestic wave of aura is coming towards me.

"Phantom array?"

My pupils shrank and I screamed that something was wrong.

But it was too late and the sky was spinning.

"Click."

The scene in front of me was shattered, and the soul seemed to be floating in the air.

Walking around, I came to a lonely temple.

The red walls and yellow tiles are full of fragrance.

A short, elderly man in a gray robe sat upright on a mahogany chair with his eyes closed and rested.

He held a yellow ancient book in his left hand and a black snake-shaped crutch in his right hand.

The smoke penetrated through his mouth and nose, like a delicious dish, making his old face full of intoxication.

"Whose surname and whose name are, where is the household registration."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the sound was like a bell.

I was vaguely minded, but there was still a trace of Qingming Festival left. I replied dullly: "Yigo, from Dongmen Village, Haihe City."

The old man stood up proudly, quickly turned the yellow ancient book on his left hand, and muttered: "I am this land, Yigou, born in X-X..."

"The life span has arrived, confirm it correctly, and get on the road quickly."

After saying that, he raised his crutch and pointed it lightly.

"boom."

A black hole suddenly appears and condenses into a bottomless fan-shaped channel.

I opened my mouth and wanted to speak. But my body was uncontrollably removed from the ground and was eventually swallowed by the darkness.

"Woo woo woo woo woo."

A shrill cry came from my ears, no sun, moon, stars, and dust from the land.

In front of me, on both sides, countless figures moved slowly.

There are men and women, there are old and young.

I walked in a daze, not feeling tired, not knowing where I was.

"Brother."

Someone called me from behind, and at the same time, a bloody big hand fell on my shoulder.

I turned around expressionlessly and stared at the other person.

"Brother, where is this?"

The old woman with silver hair bent over and hunched back, her eyes were bulging and her tongue was stretched out.

Under the nose, the blood dried up and the lips rotted.

She smiled strangely, gloomy, and made a giggle in her throat.

I shook my head blankly and pointed ahead.

The old woman followed me all the way.

I'll leave, she'll leave.

I stop, she stops.

There is no concept of time and no fear.

Every time she left, she would call me and ask me where this was.

I shook my head every time and continued to move forward.

Until the tenth time, she grabbed me again and sighed quietly: "I remembered that this is the Huangquan Road."

"Thirteen stops in the underworld, this is the second stop."

"Land Temple, Huangquan Road, Wangxiangtai, Evil Dogling, Jinji Mountain, Wild Ghost Village, Vicious Hall, Fengdu City, Eighteen-story Hell, Blood Pool, Offer Pavilion, Lotus Platform, Resurrection Cliff."

"I'm dead, you're dead, too."

"We are lonely ghosts, we go to the underworld to report and wait for the punishment."

"boom."

The old woman's words were like thunder, causing my lost mind to recover in an instant.

Ps: I am not in good condition, so let me think about it carefully.

The Taoist sect’s Qiyun Lotus tree had mentioned before. Chen Xuanjun was destroyed by Lingxi a Qiyun Lotus. Jiang Yuezhong took a Qiyun Lotus leaf to help him repair it, so this did not appear out of thin air.

Second, on the last day of this month, try to get more updates in January.
Chapter completed!