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Mo Shu is also a person who has been honed and experienced for a long time, and his reaction is extremely fast.

He immediately guessed that Qi Ling used the previous natural disasters to cause death and injury to mortals, and mixed the souls of spies who had marked them into the canyon ghost domain. As Guanzhu Zhang took the new dead souls into the Hall of Souls, Qi Ling could not detect the existence of the mark. Attack blackmail in advance.

With a sneer, Mo Shu shouted: "Do you want any treasures now? There are tens of thousands of them. At worst, let's break up this deadly secret realm. Save as many as you can, do you have the ability to break free from the Wanzhuan Corridor?"

If you don't show some barefoot hooliganism that is not afraid to wear shoes, you can't restrain Qi Ling, who has already become suspicious.

After hearing old man You's voice transmission, Lu Zijin pouted the straw in his mouth, and lazily said: "In addition to my boss's small world weapon, join hands with Mo Lao, break through the secret realm, collapse the power of heaven, and return to the world. No matter what, it’s [-]% to [-]%, so boy Wanlan, you can’t threaten us. You know that we want to catch more dead souls out. The water is empty."

The phantom in the air was suddenly speechless.

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, he knew this sentence a long time ago.

He had seen the power of the small world heavy weapon in the hands of the human Taoist priest in the Wanzhuan Corridor.

It is precisely because he can't deal with the Taoist priest's small world heavy weapon, and the Taoist priest and the old man Mengmei teamed up to pose a great threat to him. He searched and searched in the Wanzhuan corridor over and over again. If he found his weakness and wreaked havoc, he couldn't stand it. Qi Ling feels a little regretful now that he was exiled into the secret realm.

It took him nearly 20 years to complete the calculation of the carp's soul without anyone noticing it. He was locked in the Wanzhuan Corridor and forced hard to arouse the little carp's resistance and desperate heart. It will not fall into a deep sleep.

There is an old saying among human beings, "Born in sorrow, die in peace", which is the truth.

"Hmph, leave Wan Mou here, if you don't give me a fragment of the original Qi Luck Orb today, it will be nothing."

Qi Ling Xuying thought about it and showed great strength. She only wanted a piece of it first.

There is a fragment of the original pearl, and he absorbs the luck from it, which can speed up the completion of the soul bond to the little carp. Everything is for the purpose of being able to break free from the shackles and live.

Mo Shu pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "One year later, Mo can give you a piece first."

Qi Ling Xuying disagreed, and said: "No, you can take it out now..."

Lu Zijin slashed out with a flash of thunder, and with a "thunder bang", the phantom of Qi Ling was scattered, and he jumped up and scolded: "You are making progress, don't you? After Mo Lao said for a year, what are you going to do?" I really think that Mr. Donkey will suffer from your brat’s cowardice, no matter how wordy you are, I won’t give you a piece of it. You can give it whatever you want, and Mr. Donkey will take care of everything.”

Encountering such an irritable and reckless monster, Qi Ling remained silent for a long while, after careful consideration, he finally let out a cold snort.

"One year later, I want to get a fragment of the Origin Qi Luck Bead."

"can."

Mo Shu agreed indifferently, turned around and escaped into the depths of the canyon, and stopped talking nonsense with Qi Ling.

It is also a good thing to gain an extra year of preparation.

Even if he gave up all the mortal lives on the mountain and took them in as dead souls, he would not be dissatisfied.

Seeing Youmengchang at the bottom of the canyon, the two communicated for a while, and then they split up. Mo Shu used the means of mountain gods to notify all the low-level monks on the mountain, and half a year later, they started to prepare dry food.

You Mengchang drilled into the barrier of the small world, spread black sand on the rocks, silently calculated the complicated changes in the heavenly secrets, and waited for the priest who closed his eyes to the bronze lamp to wake up.

For more than one hour every day, the main body of the temple can be awake.

After a long while, seeing the temple master opened his eyes, You Mengchang briefly explained what happened today, and asked, "Monastery master, what happened to the 'Bridge to Life' that you conceived?"

"Barely usable, give me another half a year, there should be no problem."

Zhang Wenfeng stood up slowly. Ordinary people are no more than ghosts cultivating dead souls, and they are not monks. Besides, there are tens of thousands of them. He must build a "Bridge to Rebirth" that can connect the inside and outside of the Hall of Souls, for ordinary people to come out with mana. The imaginary bridge, enter the ghost town.

He is proficient in Taoism, ghost formulas, and talisman-making skills. After several attempts, he found the right way.

"Guanzhu, time is running out, don't wear it too much, let alone force yourself, we are doing everything we can to bring all the dead souls out of the outside world, it is already the utmost benevolence."

You Mengchang remonstrated.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched his arms and body, and said with a smile, "I know what to do, I won't act recklessly."

You Mengchang knew the nature of the temple master, so he stopped persuading the temple master and asked the temple master to take him into the soul-suppressing hall. He would spend time finding a few guys who were mixed with the dead souls and had been marked by the spirit of the weapon, and gave them the opportunity to come to their door , His eyeballs turned green like a hungry wolf smelling blood.

That weapon spirit was clever but was misunderstood by cleverness, leaving such a trick for him, an "amateur warlock".

On the hillside, Little Ni'er flew up, looked at the thick black giant who was giggling, stretched out his small hand and patted the giant's shoulder lightly, and said old-fashionedly: "As expected of my junior brother, he gave me a bad breath on my behalf, that weapon Boy Ling deserves a beating..."

Lu Zijin stretched out his hand to support the head of the eldest sister who was shaking and was drowsy, and called back, "Old turtle, old turtle."

Gui Fudo appeared in a flash, hurriedly put Li Wang, who was too sleepy to open his eyes, into the bottle, and looked at each other with Lu Zijin, both of them saw the worry in each other's eyes, neither of them said it.

King Carp spent more and more time sleeping.

……

Half a year passed quickly.

After harvesting a crop and most of the vegetables in the fields at the foot of the mountain, it took a few days to prepare dry food that could fill the stomachs of 12 ordinary people for a month, and all the water jars and jars were filled with clean water.

In the middle of the night, a faint black air overflowed Shuling Mountain. In just half a quarter of an hour, the thick fog covered the entire mountain range, like a thick black cloth.

Ordinary people came out from various cottages and caves with their families and mouths, carrying bags and jars on their shoulders. Under the leadership of the monks, with the help of the flickering green light, a group of people groped the mountain path to the canyon in the northwest direction. go.

Urged by the monks, a group of mortals who were close had already walked onto a five-foot-wide bridge surrounded by black air. There were low and vague guardrails, and there was still some flexibility when stepping on the bridge deck. Everyone was trembling with fear. Into the bottomless canyon.

Holding a small black drum in his hand, Mo Shu floated above the canyon with four tightly wrapped mountain gods.

"Bastard, dare to lie to me!"

Qi Ling's desperate roar came from the air: "Without my consent, no one can leave safely, I will destroy this place."

There was a dull vibration in the distance, and the wind picked up.

Mo Shu hid in the black air and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Wanlan misunderstood, we raised the mountain guard formation to perform a ceremony for several mountain gods to fall into the ghost realm, and I was worried about being disturbed. I didn't inform you in advance One word, I'm sorry."

"Then you open the formation and let me take a look?"

How can Qi Ling believe it, the movement in the distance is getting louder and louder, he is inexplicably a little irritable.

Mo Shu said in a deep voice: "Open the formation tomorrow morning, casual fellow Taoist, you see, the ceremony has started now, and it cannot be interrupted." He added: "I will give you a fragment of the original orb in the daytime tomorrow as compensation, right? "

Useful or not, he tried to buy time with words.

Qi Ling thought for a moment, and shouted: "You must have a conspiracy, open the big formation now, or I will be rude."

Cracks began to appear in the ground at the foot of the mountain.

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