Chapter 379
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With Song Ren, the treasure-seeking ghost, the few of them successfully checked into the inn. They stayed in the inn for two days. The commoners in the city had already moved out of Longxing City one after another. The originally lively city suddenly became deserted. Except for the Mystic cultivators who occasionally came out to patrol, there were no mortals without any cultivation.
Following the arrangement of the Mystic sects, Yi Qing went out twice these two days, both to strengthen the defense outside the city. He then understood the difference between these so-called Mystic cultivators and cultivators. They seemed to be more inclined towards talisman cultivators. Besides using those peach wood swords that did not have much power, they used talismans the most. And the so-called strengthening of the defense outside the city was just pasting all kinds of low-level talismans outside the city gates.
The corner of Yi Qing's mouth twitched as he watched. If those so-called deviant ghosts were really large enough to attack the city. These low-level talismans obviously could not even hold for a quarter of an hour, but everyone looked serious and serious. Considering their cultivation, Yi Qing could only set up a mountain-protecting array around the city gates when they were not paying attention.
He became more and more curious about what those so-called deviant ghosts were.
Yi Qing did not wait for long. On the second night, he sensed something strange. Something was coming this way, bringing with it a sky full of Yin Qi. It was clearly still a hundred miles away, but the temperature in the city dropped sharply.
"Exalted Immortal?" Song Ren looked at Yi Qing who suddenly stood up and gave him a puzzled look. After a while, he thought of something and suddenly widened his eyes. "Is it a deviant ghost …"
"Yes." Yi Qing nodded.
Song Ren looked flustered and turned to walk towards Shen Ying's room. "Then I'll go wake Exalted Immortal Shen."
"Come back!" Yi Qing reacted quickly and pulled her back. "Master is asleep."
"Huh?" Song Ren was stunned. And then?
"If we wake her up now, Longxing City will really not be able to defend."
"…"
What did he mean?
(⊙_⊙)
Yi Qing had no intention of explaining. He picked him up and flew out of the city on his sword. Once out of the city, the Yin Qi in the air became even stronger. From afar, they could see a black mass in front of them, even covering the moonlight. The surrounding Yin Qi was blowing, and it was bone-chilling.
The Mystic cultivators patrolling in the city did not seem to notice these changes. Yi Qing sent a stream of spiritual Qi over and said, "The deviant ghosts are here!"
That Mystic cultivator was stunned. He looked around and did not see anyone, but he still turned around to inform the others.
Yi Qing didn't care much about it and directly flew towards the direction where the Yin Qi was gathering. Not long after, all kinds of mournful ghost cries could be heard. Only then did Yi Qing see the appearance of the so-called deviant ghost.
It was a black fog so dense that it was almost as black as ink. It even had a bit of demonic aura to it. One could clearly hear the ear-piercing screams of ghosts, but they couldn't see the actual entity. There were only one or two vague ghostly figures flashing past. Moreover, the range of the black fog was so large that it covered half of the forest. His speed was also extremely fast. Wherever he passed, the plants withered.
Yi Qing was stunned by the scene in front of him. It was as simple as … many ghosts glued together. From the looks of it, rather than calling it a group of deviant ghosts, it would be more accurate to call it one.
He flew down directly, and a barrier array was formed instantly. The black fog that was originally pouncing towards Longxing City was blocked. Those mournful cries became even more piercing.
Yi Qing took a step forward and released his divine perception to investigate. There were indeed many souls gathered in this black fog, but the soul bodies were extremely thin. He could only faintly see one or two faint soul bodies floating past, and there were even a few similar ones.
These were … remnant souls!
His eyes widened abruptly. In this black fog, what gathered were actually all remnant souls. There wasn't a single complete soul!
What was going on?
By right, remnant souls were extremely weak. They would dissipate upon contact with a bit of immortal spirit Qi. And they would only be sensed by the main body. But the remnant souls here were obviously not like that. They clearly had no consciousness at all, yet they gathered in groups. Their attack power was not weaker than that of evil ghosts. And this number, from a rough look, was more than tens of thousands.
So many remnant souls gathered on their own instead of returning to the main body?
Unless …
They didn't have a main body at all!
But remnant souls didn't have consciousness. Why did they come here? He carefully scanned the black fog. After a while, he saw a trace of a different aura, with a sense of malevolence.
Grievance!
They were affected by the grievance, just like Song Ren who rushed into the Immortal World.
"Song …" He subconsciously turned back to look at Song Ren, who had been silent all this while. But he found that Song Ren's body suddenly began to emit a gray aura. In a short while, it covered his entire body. That pair of usually timid and frightened eyes surged with violence, and both eyes were red.
He was … affected by the grievance in the black fog?!
"Song Ren!" Yi Qing yelled.
But he seemed to not hear it. The grievance on his body became heavier and his expression became more and more sinister. "Kill! Kill! " He murmured. In the next moment, he directly broke away from the illusory body. In an instant, he changed back into the appearance of the Immortal World filled with grievance. He turned into a black ball and directly rushed towards the black fog of remnant souls.
"Song Ren!" Yi Qing panicked. He directly conjured a seal and a stream of spirit Qi flew out. It wrapped around Song Ren, who had been completely swallowed by the grievance, and forcibly pulled him back. He set up four, five layers of sealing spells in succession.
But Song Ren seemed to have completely lost his mind. He began to attack the array around him crazily. His already weak soul body became even thinner.
Meng Po was not here, so his grievance could not be eliminated. Yi Qing's face darkened. He had no choice but to seal him back into the illusory body on the ground. He conjured a few more spells to slowly suppress his grievance.
The Mystic cultivators in the city also rushed over at this time. They saw the black fog in the sky at one glance.
"Deviant ghosts, deviant ghosts! They really came! "Everyone's face turned pale.
"Dispel deviant ghosts!" No one knew who shouted. The Mystic cultivators did not even look carefully. They all raised the peach wood swords in their hands and rushed towards the opposite side. They were about to pass through the blocking array that Yi Qing had set up.
Yi Qing's heart sank. "Don't go over!"
It was too late. The array that he had just set up could only isolate ghosts. It could not block living people. When he sealed Song Ren back into the illusory body, the other side had already rushed in. With a crisp sound. A gap suddenly appeared in the transparent array.
Large amounts of black fog rushed out and rushed straight towards the crowd. The few people who were closest to it did not have time to take out their talismans. Instantly, all the blood Qi in their bodies broke out. They turned into dried corpses in an instant. Their vitality dissipated.
Yi Qing was full of anger. He wanted to imitate Father Niu and scold. Holy shit!
He turned his hand. Just as a sword Qi was about to slash over, a chanting suddenly came from the sky.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear spirit Qi swept over from behind. It instantly dispelled the thick black Qi and directly forced those remnant souls back into the array. A golden array suddenly appeared in mid-air. The golden light shone brightly and turned into a layer of translucent golden arc. It directly enveloped the black fog below.
A Daoist dressed in green walked over from behind. He looked to be in his thirties or forties. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand. He had a benevolent look on his face. He only took two or three steps, but he was already in front of the crowd.
Yi Qing instantly saw through his cultivation. He was slightly shocked. Soul Formation stage! There was actually a Soul Formation stage cultivator in this small world. More importantly, there was a layer of thick and somewhat dazzling golden light surrounding him. He looked like a moving luminous body.
This was … the light of merit?!
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