Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 180 Flying Dew Tears and Spiritualism

Under the Bloodstone Gorge.

Youwang Mansion.

Fang Dushu broke into the mansion first.

This is an isolated enchantment filled with dark red energy.

Fang Dushu was in the world, and when he looked around, the space was full of thick blood mist, covering his sight.

Even if he disperses his consciousness, he can observe a distance of tens of feet around him at most.

Master Tie Shuangfeng once explored in the barrier, but he didn't explore all the terrain. The map of the secret mansion he handed to Fang Dushu was relatively rough, and only guided a route.

This route leads directly to the corpse dew pond. As for the environment outside the route, there is no mark on the map.

On the way to Huashilu Pond, in order to guard against danger, Fang Dushu summoned Qingqing out of the Bone Transformation Bracelet and asked Qingqing to be on guard.

Fang Dushu was not particularly surprised: "This place is full of ghost energy, obviously it is a ghost palace. As a monster, it is not abnormal for you to sense something here."

Hearing her excited tone, Fang Dushu comforted her first: "Don't worry, we have discovered this seat right now, and we can finally unravel its details!"

Although blood electricity is the mana of magic, if you cast a spell on the spirit cloud, you can easily distinguish the difference between the magic energy and the dark energy, but the dark energy in the enchantment can shield the spiritual consciousness, and even the Jindan stage monks are restricted from detection scope.

The dead old man wanted to persuade him to say something more.

Fang Dushu told her: "Before leaving the city, Master Xi Zhongfeng gave it to him. He thought that the potency of the medicine in the Rain Pond of Ganlu Method was too low to heal Senior Muying, so he specially refined a blind medicine Yin. He once said that in the method of Ganlu Adding this medicine to the rain pond should be able to help Senior Muying recover his body."

It's just that this monk is not a human cultivator, but a ghost, and a ghost closely related to Qingqing.

She originally wanted to ask if there was something wrong with Mr. Ni's ears, but the words were too unlucky, so she swallowed them back.

After Cai Lunv finished chanting the incantation, she swung her palm upwards slightly, and the thin-necked jade bottle suddenly hung upside down in the air, the bottle opened, aimed at Sun Aofu's heavenly spirit cap, and spilled a pool of light red spiritual liquid.

However, the most urgent task now is not to study Qingqing's background.

This spiritual cloud was originally in the shape of white jade, but blood-colored electric light can be released inside the cloud, simulating the surrounding ghost energy, so as to achieve the effect of hiding traces.

To say that Fang Dushu is also daring, in order to provoke a fierce battle between Cai Lunv, Mrs. Huagu, and the corpse old man, this time he took the initiative to go to find Cailunv, and planned to expose his whereabouts.

These characteristics are not possessed by mortals who turn into demons.

Fang Dushu's purpose is to use that chair to provoke a bloody battle between Cai Lunv, Mrs. Huagu, and the corpse old man. The two sides must fight. This is Fang Dushu's only chance to survive.

Qingqing has no ears, she just subconsciously performed human cultivation movements.

"So that's the case!" Qingqing nodded, agreeing with Fang Dushu's deduction, but then asked: "My lord, this cry sounds like a kind of restraint, why is there no other restraint here, but why do you want to stay behind?" A kind of crying ban?"

Fang Dushu vaguely remembered that there were several sacrificial pillars for refining demon corpses erected in the Corpse Dew Pond in the Corpse Refining Field, and there was also a sacrificial pillar in the Corpse Dew Pond here, but there was only one.

"When I was in Xueqi City, I heard from Master Tie Shuangfeng that this canyon leading to seclusion was once a great river leading to seclusion." Fang Dushu signaled Qingqing to lead the way, and said:
"Later, the river dried up, exposing all the treasures at the bottom of the river, causing countless monks to scramble to snatch them, and the killing was so dark that the canyon almost turned into a river of blood."

"Qingqing, my dharma body is absolutely fine. Even if I am deaf, I will still be able to sense the sound wave vibration caused by crying, but now I don't notice it at all, which means that crying is specially for the Mingzu. , Renxiu should be blocked!"

"When fighting to the end, Shouyuan is facing the end. It is inevitable that there will be monks crying and crying to express their dissatisfaction. Think about it, once a monk cries, he often has his own magic power, which can seal the cry in the barrier , will not disperse all year round."

"My lord, this servant seems to have seen Miss Sun!"

She was already furious, turned her head full of grief and indignation, and stared at the position where Fang Dushu and Qingqing were hiding, but she only stared at it, and then ignored it, but rushed towards the direction of Youwang Throne. chase after.

But Mrs. Huagu giggled triumphantly: "The Youwang Throne? This turned out to be the Youwang Throne! There is nowhere to find it, and it's easy to get here! Fellow Daoist Shi, we hit our luck today, haha!"

But Mrs. Huagu and the corpse man chased him to nowhere, so he had to take risks.

Qingqing no longer pays attention to this matter.

The environment of this execution ground is quite similar to the corpse refining ground that Du Shu visited ten years ago.

Fang Dushu really intends to help a group of Sun Aofu, but the premise is that he must protect himself first, if he can't protect himself, everything will be closed.

She probed and saw a few drops of spiritual liquid in the bottle, she wondered: "Master, where did you find this?"

The moment the skeleton seat left the pool, there was a hysterical scream from the girl Cailu: "Spirituality is about to be completed, and the master will be reborn immediately. Who stole the throne of You? Who?"

Fang Dushu was a little dumbfounded, he looked left and right: "Did you hear it wrong? Where is there crying, I can't hear anything!"

When he approached the dew pool marked on the map, Qingqing screamed again: "Young master, why is this enchantment full of evil gates, the servant has sensed a pulling force, and is calling the servant to go over!"

This is the corpse dew pond that Fang Dushu was looking for.

Qingqing couldn't see through the strangeness, so she asked Fang Dushu through voice transmission: "My lord, what is that spiritual liquid?"

This sacrificial pillar stood alone in the pool, with a diameter of several feet, and the top of the pillar was flattened and opened up as a platform.

Fang Dushu didn't know anything about this kind of spell, he couldn't figure out the situation for a while, so he chose to wait and see what happened.

In the center of the practice field is a green dew pool platform, with a radius of several hundred feet, and the pool is filled with dew.

The spiritual liquid fell on Sun Aofu's head, seeped down, and soon condensed a layer of reddish halo around her body.

She immediately told Fang Dushu this question.

Besides, with Sun Aofu's current appearance and characteristics, he might have been dead for a long time.

Because of the shadow of the fog, Fang Dushu couldn't see the environment where the Throne of You landed, but he could hear the sound.

But Fang Dushu has a different view from her.

Maybe she is already dead, but she was cast by the nun to maintain a still alive appearance.

"Slave remember it!" Qingqing wondered, what is the source?She was full of anticipation.

The skeleton chair that Qingqing mentioned was placed on the platform.

Qingqing herself also finds it unbelievable: "This chair exerts traction on the servant and makes the servant feel friendly. It is not intentional, but the dark energy it naturally emits resonates with the servant's dharma body. Now as long as the servant sends it Demon power, it will go to the arms of slaves!"

"My lord is right." Qingqing calmed down, "The pulling force was not hostile, but instead gave the servant a sense of deja vu and wanted to get close."

After Qingqing heard this, she became more and more confused. Since it is a medicine, it must be a good thing, but Cailu Nu used this thing to deal with Sun Aofu, obviously she was doing something bad.

Fang Dushu happened to know about it, so he took out a small bottle and showed it to her.

Qingqing nodded fiercely: "The servant understands it very well, and the servant promises that he will not miss it! But young master, when the servant summons the chair, do you need to rescue Miss Sun from the chair?"

The cry of this enchantment is the unwilling cry left by the monk before his death.

Fang Dushu gave an order: "Qingqing, the pursuers behind us should be coming soon. Once you notice their power fluctuations, immediately cast a spell to summon the chair, and then throw the chair to the direction where they haunt! Do you hear clearly? , do you want me to repeat it again?"

The so-called separation of yin and yang, the many restrictions imposed by the ghost will have the power to block people's cultivation. If the cry is arranged by a certain magic master or Hades, it is easy to block Fang Dushu, a junior in the foundation stage of.

Fang Dushu explained to her: "This spiritual liquid is actually the tears left by Sun Feilu. She was deeply possessed by demons back then, and her real blood seeped into the tears. I once heard from Senior Muying that Cailu Girl suppressed Senior Sister Sun. In order to revive Sun Feilu!

Fang Dushu followed Qingqing's guidance and looked over.

"My lord, you may not believe it. The servant found out that the chair was made by dismantling the body of a certain skeleton demon. This skeleton and the servant come from the same source, and it is very likely that the servant is a relative!"

She was so engrossed in casting the spell that she didn't notice Fang Dushu and Qingqing lurking outside the corpse dew pool.

Because Fang Dushu was about to arrive at the corpse dew pond, Fang Dushu was likely to encounter a dew-harvesting girl, so he immediately drove the 'Xuanyun Luodian' to cover himself with spiritual clouds.

She fixed her eyes on the skeletal appearance of the chair, and she felt a sense of enlightenment in her heart, as if she saw something.

This anomaly is not abnormal.

But he guessed right.

The current hiding place of Fang Dushu is only a few tens of feet away from the group of corpses. Through the dark mist that fills the surrounding area, he can clearly see the whole picture of Huashi Dew Pond.

At this moment Cailu Nu was standing in front of the seat, she was holding one hand up, a thin-necked jade bottle was hanging in the palm of her hand, and the other hand was touching Sun Aofu's forehead, whispering in her mouth, she didn't know what she was doing Secret spell.

Secondly, Qingqing can communicate with the Lishui oven, and use the oven to warm and nourish the demon body.

"You must not indulge in it." Fang Dushu reminded: "This may also be a trap to lure you into it. Before you detect the source of the traction, you must remain calm and remember not to be confused by this sense of intimacy."

"Anyway, I don't think monks have anything serious to do except death, and they cry before they die! Apart from that, I really can't think of any other reason for the crying here!"

"No!"

"The servant also feels that she is bound to fail. Feilu has been dead for 200 years. If she can be resurrected, wouldn't that be more powerful than immortality? It doesn't make sense at all!"

"Shopping is all about shopping, what's the big deal!" Mrs. Huagu snorted, "There is only one Jindan stage corpse demon here, and we have a chance of winning! The entrance to the demon cave has also been blocked by us, and that kid can't escape. Let's kill the Corpse Demon first, then kill that kid, and then divide the Throne of You and the treasure of the Great Peng evenly, so we don't need to worry about the estimated value any more!"

The old man of the corpse reminded in a blunt tone: "Didn't Fellow Daoist Hua see it? That kid threw it over on his own initiative. He clearly has bad intentions and wants to provoke us to fight with the ruler of You Throne!"

In short, at this critical moment, Fang Dushu will never show mercy.

She leaned closer to Fang Dushu, and said, "Master, do you want to rescue Miss Sun? This servant has a way to sense that chair and snatch it over so that Cailu Nu can't cast a spell!"

Even if she noticed Fang Dushu approaching, she probably wouldn't be distracted.

His behavior is like walking on the tip of a knife, and he will hurt himself if he is not careful.

Qingqing couldn't help but open her eyes: "Is there such a magical Taoism in the world of cultivating immortals, which can summon soul rebirth through true blood?"

"What's the relationship between monks fighting and crying?"

"No no! Don't save!"

"No, son, that's how the crying sound came from?"

Not long after he made arrangements for Qingqing, the spiritual detections of Mrs. Huagu and the old man who died had already swept over.

When she first met Fang Dushu in Liangjie Mountain, they had discussed the topic of relatives.

Qingqing stopped in her tracks, pointing to a bright light in front of her: "She is sitting on a chair! That chair... that chair is what summons the servant, son, why does the servant have an affection for a chair?"

She mourned to Fang Dushu: "My lord, what is it that is crying? The voice is heart-piercing. After listening to it for a while, the servant can't help but feel so sad."

She intends to summon Sun Feilu's soul into Senior Sister Sun's legal body, and let the soul take away Senior Sister Sun's body, so as to fulfill her wish of rebirth. She is casting a spell to drive Feilu to tears, probably because she wants to use Feilu's blood! "

Fang Dushu regards the source of the crying as an interesting joke.

You can even hear the voice of Cailu girl chanting a mantra.

She has reached the critical period of her performance, and there are dense dew demon corpses arranged on the edge of the pool. There are hundreds of corpses, forming a tight battle formation, blocking and guarding the pool.

Then he recalled: "I've seen that chair before. It's quite weird. It's made from bone bones. It can evolve bloody arms to bind the monks sitting in the chair! Ten years ago, I sneaked into the corpse refinery to rescue Ah. Chang, Senior Sister Sun was trapped in that chair at that time, unexpectedly, after sitting for ten years, Senior Sister Sun still did not get out of the trap!"

Fang Dushu had a big surprise: "How are you going to sense it, and how are you going to grab it?"

Both she and Fang Dushu thought that she was a mortal who drowned in the Lishui River and turned into a skeleton, and then gradually transformed into a demon.

Sun Aofu was sitting in the chair, her eyes were slightly open, as if she was awake, but her face was so thin that only a skin remained, her body was as thin as a stick, like a living zombie.

Fang Dushu has been curious about Qingqing's bloodline for a long time. Firstly, Qingqing can heal his injuries automatically when soaked in the Lishui River. This talent alone makes Qingqing different from ordinary skeletons.

She still feels that she was born in this way. As for the chair, she guessed that it was a mortal relative who turned into a demon after death on land, and unfortunately was refined into a chair.

Qingqing estimated the position and felt that the distance was already within the range of throwing the chair, so she asked Fang Dushu for instructions, and then used her skills to cast spells.

"This enchantment is so strange that there is an earth-shattering cry!" Fang Dushu analyzed:

Qingqing's toss this time, the distance is really not close, the toss is almost a mile.

According to the map provided by Master Tie Shuangfeng, Fang Dushu circled dozens of miles around the barrier.

"Is this true?"

But he never expected that Qingqing just appeared in the enchantment, and suddenly, "Ah! ' screamed, and covered his ears with his hands.

Fang Dushu shook his head: "When Senior Muying told me about this, she was sure that Cailu girl was crazy, and that she was insane when she revived Sun Feilu, she was in a daze, and she couldn't possibly succeed!"

She raised her right arm, put her two fingers together, and stretched towards the corpse dew pond: "Get up!"

"Young master, can't you hear?" Qingqing was full of disbelief: "The crying is so loud, how could you not hear it?"

Moreover, this enchantment is not a corpse refinery, and the girl who harvests dew has no ability to monitor every corner of the space. Unless Fang Dushu is close to her side, it is difficult for her to lock Fang Dushu's position.

Fang Dushu warned: "We are too close to Cailu Nu. You must cast spells quickly and accurately to be able to snatch the chair successfully. If you rescue Senior Sister Sun, even if you delay for a moment, Cailu Nu will snatch the chair back again." !"

Not far ahead, there was an area of ​​dark green light shining, and the area was emptied of ghost energy, like an isolated spell-casting dojo.

As soon as her voice fell, the bone chair moved in response to the moment, jumped up suddenly, and then disappeared in the same place, turning into a rainbow of light and flying away, throwing it towards Mrs. Huagu and the dead old man. Location.

At this time, Cailu Girl had already arrived, and she warned viciously: "Give me the Throne of You immediately, and return it immediately! Otherwise, I will peel your skins and feed them to corpse puppets!"

"Bah! You have a serious tone! My old lady is a skeleton, how can you peel it off without skin!" Mrs. Huagu sneered: "You are a shrew, and you are very suitable to be hacked into pieces!"

The girl picking up the dew stopped talking nonsense, raised her hand and threw out a bloody whip, and whipped it forward.

Snapped!
The sound of the whip resounded several miles away.

(End of this chapter)