Meet the moon again

Chapter 16

Liu Wengui's long sword is extremely simple, even Jiansui never had it.The hilt of the sword is black, with no visible lines, and the silver-white sword body glows warmly in the setting sun.

He was wearing a black hooded T-shirt and a pair of slightly lighter jeans.It was quite normal at first, and it seemed to be a bit eye-catching, but with this sword, it looked extraordinarily weird and nondescript.

However, Liu Wengui, who was used to it for a long time, naturally didn't care. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and flicked a sword flower with his backhand, pointing the tip of the sword at the trunk of the tree not far away.

The tree grew straight, out of tune with those around it.It stretched straight upwards, and when it reached a similar height, it began to branch out, and a large number of branches and leaves appeared horizontally.This tree is so exquisite that it doesn't seem to grow naturally, but it seems to be cultivated through artificial calculations. It looks real and fake.

The point of the sword touched the tree trunk, and a little white light was released, Liu Wengui put his hands on the hilt of the sword, and swiped the sword downward.Qi Lin stood beside him, watching quietly as his veins bulged and his knuckles turned white.

The tree trunk made an ear-piercing sound of tearing, and the spiritual energy released crazily collided with Liu Wengui's, and a sharp wind swayed outward from the place where it met.

Qi Lin didn't help him.

The blinding method in front of me is very simple to set up, with almost no technical content, but it is supported by the powerful spiritual power of the caster.Once someone's realm is higher than that of the caster, they can be violently demolished without thinking.

As the long sword descended, several blades of wind flew out of the cracked gap. Liu Wengui held the sword in one hand, and turned around to avoid it like a duckweed in the gap between the blades.A sharp blade barely passed his waist, and the next one came head-on.

Qi Lin looked at him jokingly, as if he was waiting for Liu Wengui to ask him for help.But the latter never spoke, and he couldn't help being annoyed when he saw it.

Finally, at the moment when the sharp blade was about to pass through Liu Wengui's shoulder, Qi Lin stepped forward with his right foot, swung his left leg straight across, and kicked the wind blade onto another tree nearby.

The blade pierced into the tree and dispersed in the breeze, leaving only a one centimeter deep scratch.

Qi Lin turned his head and grabbed Liu Wengui's sword hilt, pressing his hand hard.The latter only felt that there was a strong force in his hand, and the long sword fell several centimeters straight down.

"I can't even do this little thing well." Qi Lin said with disgust.

The tip of the sword stopped in the cooked skin two centimeters above the ground, and a gap half a person's height was cut above the tree trunk.

Liu Wengui drew out his sword, flicked the blade back into the sheath: "Thank you for your help, senior."

Qi Lin curled his lips, as if he was dissatisfied with the address he hadn't changed yet.

"This technique is nothing special. I guess it can only deceive those monks in the golden core stage. If you go up, you can detect something wrong with it if you pay attention." He turned his head and glanced at the disappearing wind blade. , said in a light tone.

Liu Wengui let out a "hmm" and didn't answer.Qi Lin has been sleeping for a hundred years, so naturally he doesn't understand the situation here.Nowadays, it is no different from them in the past, it is rare to be able to step into the golden core from the establishment of the foundation, let alone the Nascent Soul and Huashen who go further up.Presumably, the caster also considered this level, so he didn't use all his strength in the outer formation.

A piece of bark fell off and rolled down at Liu Wengui's feet, turning into gray dust and sinking into the weeds with the wind.The second piece, the third piece rustled down, and the whole tree let out a lingering whine.In an instant, time and space seemed to be split open, and slowly pulled apart along the crack, turning into the shape of a stagnation point.

After this, it is not a wooden peg, nor the lush vegetation behind it, but a piece of loess, a deep pit.

The cracked gap turned into a circle of light in front of them, which seemed to open up another world.Liu Wengui stepped in first, followed by Qi Lin.

As soon as he entered, Qi Lin was overwhelmed by the monstrous ghostly aura here and took a step back.

"It stinks." Qi Lin raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, only showing a pair of eyes, looking at the situation here.

It is very different from the outside.Maybe there used to be some vegetation growing here, and there were also towering trees like the outside, but they must have been turned into pieces of dead wood because of the strong ghost aura.

The ground is yellow, not only because of the exposed loess, but also because of the withered grass for dozens of miles around.

The deep pit was not far in front of them. The pit was about half the size of a football field in an ordinary college. Although it was not as big as a certain emperor's mausoleum, it was probably more than enough for an ordinary burial pit.

There is a high platform in the pit. From their perspective, it seems that there are some patterns engraved on it, densely packed, it is not clear.

Liu Wengui frowned, his entire face darkened, as if a few pieces of ice would form in a short while.

He didn't need his divine sense to feel the lingering resentment here.It can't be accumulated overnight, nor can it be achieved by the resentment of a few people.It is a situation where thousands of souls have been trapped here for decades, or even a hundred years, unable to escape, and their grievances do not dissipate.

Qi Lin pinched his nose, and took the first step tentatively. He walked to the edge of the pit, leaned forward to take a look at the scenery at the bottom of the pit, but before looking at it for five seconds, he quickly turned his head and frowned in disgust. Frowning, he stared at the land next to his right foot without saying a word.

Just by looking at his expression, Liu Wengui knew what was going on at the bottom of the pit.

After a long while, Qi Lin, who had recovered, raised his head, his eyes were soaked with water, and his complexion was still a bit ugly.He said to Liu Wengui: "Backing mountains and relying on water, it is really suitable for worshiping heaven."

"See for yourself."

Liu Wengui walked to his side, and cast his eyes coldly into the pit.The pit was more than ten meters deep, and at the bottom of the pit lay corpses in various shapes and sizes.Some are still wearing old clothes, and because of the age, only bones are left. Some have just died recently, but the flesh has begun to rot, and the faces cannot be distinguished.

The only thing they have in common is that their heads are all facing the high platform in the pit, as if they were obsessed with death before they died.

The chill immediately climbed up Liu Wengui's ankles, and gradually spread to his whole body.He was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly. The saber in his right hand trembled slightly due to his movements.

Hundreds, thousands, maybe more.But they didn't notice any clues. If it wasn't for Jin Jue's accident, maybe they would never reach this place, and maybe more people would die in this dark pit.

He looked at the high platform in the middle, which was covered with messy patterns. He couldn't see what it was, but he was sure that it should be a formation.

"When they died, that person might have been watching from above. Watching them beg for mercy, watching them struggle, watching their blood drain little by little, watching their souls return to themselves." Qi Lin His words were like snowflakes in the twelfth lunar month, each word was as cold as ice, Liu Wengui turned his head to look at him, and the former unexpectedly read a trace of approval from his eyes.

Ordinary people are not monks, monks have golden pills, spiritual swords, and other treasures of heaven and earth.Killing monks may be for any of the above things, but killing people is not necessarily the case.People are so insignificant and ordinary, what can be worthwhile for a person with such a realm to set up a formation and go to war?

They recalled Jin Jue's lost soul, and all they could think of was this possibility.

What the caster wants is a human soul.

"His soul may have been scattered." Qi Lin jumped onto the high platform, knelt down and squeezed the dust on the ground.The formation above was activated just recently, perhaps on the day Jin Jue disappeared.

They didn't know the reason why Jin Jue broke into here, nor did they know what he went through.Maybe he strayed into a "ritual" and was used as a sacrifice to suck his soul out.Losing his soul, he spent a month in the mountains in a daze. One day, for unknown reasons, he regained a brief sobriety and successfully escaped home.

"Look again." Liu Wengui said, and took out a long flute from the storage ring.

"You still want to summon souls?" Qi Lin looked around, and then looked at Liu Wengui in surprise, "Aren't you afraid to provoke all the souls here?"

"It's not me who recruited, but you who recruited." Liu Wengui said, throwing Chang Xiao to Qi Lin.

The latter took it and looked at him with a frown: "I'm coming?"

"I don't know how to play flute." Liu Wengui said confidently.

Qi Lin looked at him and asked suspiciously: "Then how did you know I would?"

When Liu Wengui was asked by him, a trace of bewilderment and embarrassment appeared on his face, but these emotions were only fleeting, and were quickly covered up by him.

"It is rumored that the senior once played "Spring Breeze" on the Qinhuai River all night." He explained.

Having said that, it directly turned Qi Lin's attention away.He had indeed done such a thing in the past, playing a ditty all night on a painting boat by the Qinhuai River, just to win the favor of a certain cold-faced beauty.However, the beauty was not only displeased, but also put on a bad face for him for ten days.It's like losing my wife and losing my army.

"Tsk." Qi Lin sighed unhappily, lifted up the flute and moved closer to it, gently playing a piece of evocation.

The depressing and gloomy tune flows out from the flute, and it spreads far away leisurely.The corpses at the bottom of the pit seemed to have changed their appearance, struggling to twist their limbs in a mess, and twisted their necks—maybe there were still soul consciousness left.

The mountains echoed, and the rocks began to tremble uncontrollably. If it wasn't for the fact that there were no birds here, I'm afraid we could have seen a spectacular spectacle of birds flying by now.

Qi Lin's consciousness was concentrated on the tune he played under his mouth, and he couldn't distinguish other consciousness to pay attention to others.This kind of soul-calling has always been a very exhausting method.

Therefore, he didn't notice that a black shadow appeared in the group of broken logs several feet behind him.

The author has something to say:

please start my nonsense

Changed a bug. In fact, when I was writing, I also thought about which of the Xiaodi is horizontal. Maybe there is something wrong with my brain. Thank you for reminding