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Chapter 116 Ancient Tree Tree Spirit (Subscribe)

Following He Pingan's stern shout, a ghost of an old man appeared in front of him.

It was Yao Zhengliang, the head of Gusong Village.

"You are Yao Zhengliang?"

He Pingan glanced at the dead soul of the old man, about sixty years old, short in stature, with white beard and beard, but still wearing a broken armor.

In fact, he didn't have much hope for the technique of communicating with the ghosts, because in more than two years, most of the dead souls have been reincarnated.

But he didn't expect that Yao Zhengliang was actually summoned.
"This old man is here. Gusong Village!"

Yao Zhengliang's dim old eyes rolled for a moment, a little dazed and a little surprised.

It seems that he did not expect that after more than two years, he actually returned to Gusong Village.

When it was confirmed, the old man's eyes were filled with tears, and a drop of gray-black teardrop fell on the ground, and then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.

"Yao Zhengliang, let me ask you, what happened back then?"

He Ping'an's face was calm. Although he had a high level of cultivation and was able to continue to use the technique of channeling darkness, the soul of the dead should not stay in the world for too long, otherwise the yang energy would enter the body and the soul would fly away.

Take the time to ask questions.

"Master Immortal, the people in our Gusong Village have died too badly."

Yao Zhengliang saw He Ping'an's extraordinary demeanor, ghost tears flowed again, and then intermittently talked about the events of the year.

About two years ago, Yao Zhengliang was playing with his grandson in the yard.

The son and daughter-in-law have just returned from farming and are cooking at home.

At this time, a yellow light flashed from the distant sky.

The ray of light passed over Gusong Village, stopped for a while above Gusong Village, and then stopped on the big pine tree at the entrance of the village. Yao Zhengliang seemed to be able to see a person sitting faintly in that yellow ray of light.

Seems like a wizard.
The people in Gusong Village all stopped and watched from a distance. After all, there are usually immortal masters who come to the village. Does it mean that Gusong Village has a relationship with immortals?

Daxuan often has some monks from the immortal sect, looking for immortal seedlings suitable for cultivation in various places in Daxuan, and bringing them into the immortal sect.

So the people in Gusong Village were no strangers to it.

However, this situation only lasted for a short quarter of an hour.
A quarter of an hour later, the five members of Yao Zhengliang's family felt unbearably itchy all over their bodies, like bugs crawling slowly over their bodies, or like using feathers to tease the soles of their feet. itchy spots.

In just ten breaths, countless red spots appeared on the skin all over his body.

Half an hour later, the red spots on his body began to fester one after another, from itching to pain.

The whole village wailed, but the immortal master sat on the big pine tree, indifferent.

After another hour, all the people in Gusong Village were festered and died.

During this period, many people tried to escape from the village, but were stopped by an invisible force in the village, unable to escape at all.

Before Yao Zhengliang died, he saw that on the big pine tree, green light and yellow light intertwined. After a while, the yellow light completely suppressed the green light, and then Yao Zhengliang fell into the netherworld completely.

"In your village, there is a girl named Jiang Yuyan, who was about four or five years old 12 years ago?"

He Pingan asked.

"Jiang Yuyan?"

Yao Zhengliang thought hard for a moment, and seemed not sure. "There are two families named Jiang in the village, but I'm not sure what their daughter's name is."

"By the way, both parents died in that girl's home."

He Pingan reminded again.

Yao Zhengliang heard He Ping'an mentioned it, and said affirmatively: "Then I can be sure that there is absolutely no such family."

"The two Jiang families in our village were still intact on the day the accident happened in the village."

"Is there no such family?"

He Pingan pondered for a moment, and then said to Yao Zhengliang: "Thank you, old man, for explaining the confusion. Why have you not been reincarnated for more than two years, but you are wearing this outfit, like a ghost soldier?"

Yao Zhengliang sighed, and then said: "After we died, we fell into the netherworld, and found that the netherworld is also extremely chaotic. All kinds of ghosts, gods, ghosts and immortals are fighting. If the old man didn't pay attention, he was arrested and became a dark soldier. .”

"hiss"

He Ping'an's face changed, he was a ghost, and he couldn't live in peace.

He asked Yao Zhengliang some questions about the Netherworld, but Yao Zhengliang was also vague. After all, he was at the bottom of the Netherworld, so he couldn't get more information.

"Thank you old man, then you still return to the Netherworld. If there is a chance, I will help you avenge."

He Pingan bowed his hands to Yao Zhengliang, withdrew the technique of communicating with the nether world, and let him return to the nether world.

Then he successively recruited two dead souls from Gusong Village, which was similar to what Yao Zhengliang said.

Thinking of this, He Pingan floated under the trunk of the big dry pine tree at the entrance of the village.

One hand landed on the tree trunk, and the technique of communicating with the secluded was cast.

Not long after, a phantom of a big tree fell on the trunk.

At this time, if someone is watching from the side, they will find that the dry tree trunk looks like it has not changed, but it gives people a feeling of being alive.

"Who are you and why did you call me back to the world?"

An old and hoarse voice sounded from the tree trunk.

"I am Taoist Sanlun, and you are the tree spirit of this ancient pine?"

He Ping'an's spiritual sense probed inside the trunk, and soon caught the ancient pine tree spirit, and saw that its soul and body were damaged, and it was obviously injured.

"Yes!"

The voice of the tree spirit sounded.

"The monk who destroyed the village back then, can you see clearly?"

He Pingan asked.

From the descriptions of those villagers, he judged that the ancient pine at the entrance of the village had grown into a spirit. At that time, he didn't know whether it was out of self-preservation or to protect the villagers, and he had fought with that monk.

It should be clearer.

"Tell you, what's the use?"

"I have already fallen into the nether world, and I don't want to get entangled in this matter."

In the hoarse voice of the tree spirit, there was a little fear and a little resentment.

The spirit of grass and trees is several times more difficult to practice than that of humans and demons.

Human monks, if they are talented and lucky, can cultivate to the third rank in a hundred years, and there are even amazingly talented people, even if they cultivate to the first rank.

The practice of the monster clan is generally based on the practice time. Within 400 years, you will be a low-rank demon, within 500 to 700 years, you will be a middle-rank monster, and from 800 to 1000, you will be an upper-rank demon king.

But there are some exceptions based on talent, bloodline, chance, etc.

It is not easy for the spirit of vegetation to produce spiritual wisdom. The right time, place and people are indispensable.

It's really rare for this tree spirit to cultivate to the sixth rank. If he doesn't have any resentment in his heart, how can it be possible?

"Tell me, I can help you avenge!"

He Ping'an was keenly aware of the resentment behind the tree spirit's voice, and asked, "Could it be that you are willing to destroy your cultivation for more than 500 years?"

"Avenge me, do you know what kind of cultivation that person was back then?"

"Don't be ashamed!"

The tree spirit's voice suddenly became sharper.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know, you just need to see, is my cultivation enough?"

He Ping'an smiled indifferently, and a breath of abyss and sea in his body released, but it made the tree spirit in the trunk tremble.

Although this aura is fleeting, it gives it the feeling that it is many times higher than the cultivation level of the man in Mie Village.

"Meet the seniors!"

The tree spirit's voice suddenly became more respectful, and the tree trunk trembled slightly.

"You don't need to be too polite. To make a long story short, what does that person look like?"

He Pingan frowned and asked.

I summoned you from the underworld, not to listen to what you said.

"Yes, that person was wrapped in yellow light that day, and this junior couldn't see his real appearance, but he could only vaguely see that he was wearing a purple Taoist robe, probably a fourth-rank Taoist cultivator."

The tree spirit replied respectfully.

He Pingan nodded, and then asked, "What method did he use?"

"He didn't use Taoism, but used a Danding, which directly smashed my vitality."

replied the Dryad.

"Dan Ding?"

He Pingan showed surprise, and used Xiaoyan's magic number to calculate the information he got.

At first everything went smoothly, but after a few breaths, the secrets became chaotic and interrupted his divination.

But He Pingan still found some clues from the secrets.

"Okay, I've got something. I'll avenge your revenge!"

He Pingan waved the tree spirit back to Nether, and then it turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.

s: The 2500-word chapter is not too short!
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