"Wait!"
Just as Eight-cloud Ink was about to jump into the deep pit that led to the Volcanic Dragon Mountain Range, a delicate voice sounded.
Between the cracks, there were countless ferocious eyeballs.
There were red bows on both ends of the cracks.
Seeing this scene, Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice were stunned.
"Big Sister!"
"Yakumo Yukari?"
Amethyst's delicate body came out from the gap, and she walked over to Yakumo with a hint of anger.
"You, you can't just barge in like that!"
Yukari, who had been paying attention to Eight-cloud Ink through the cracks, was worried that her younger brother would just enter the pit.
Louise and the others looked at each other in dismay at Yakumo Yukari's sudden appearance.
From the way Yakumo addressed her just now, it seemed like the beautiful girl in front of him was his elder sister?
The Devil Sage Yakumo Yukari that he would mention from time to time?
Thinking that this beautiful girl was Eight-cloud Ink's sister, Sherlock and Shesta were still fine, but Louise and Tifania were a little uneasy.
The two girls subconsciously tidied their clothes.
Yukari didn't care about their actions.
She looked at Yakumo with a gaze that was 30% angry and 70% concerned.
"This dragon — — it's called the Cyan-Eyes Ultimate Dragon, right? Even though you managed to defeat it, Mo 'er, that was because it had completely lost its mind and was unable to use its power as it wished."
"Hmph! Finally, a sensible one … So, little guy, even if you really defeated this Dragon … Don't be so arrogant as to think that you're a match for this Dragon! "
Yukari's words made the Green Eyes Ultimate Dragon raise its three heads.
"Even if Mo'er has the Tree of Fantasy protecting your spirit sea, you shouldn't act rashly against something that can affect it!"
Yukari looked at Eight-cloud Ink sternly.
"But … Big Sister, I have a feeling that the thing down there is very important to me …"
"I understand."
Yukari nodded with a faint gaze.
"So, I'll go down with you."
⑧
The deeper they went through the hole, the denser the dark energy became.
Amethyst opened up a barrier, blocking the dark energy outside.
"This aura … is somewhat similar to ghost aura!"
On the way down, Zi frowned.
"But it doesn't seem like the traditional ghostly aura …"
"Yes."
Eight-cloud Ink was a frequent visitor to the White Jade Tower and had seen many ghosts.
He had also seen ghosts.
Ghosts and spirits were not the same.
After the death of a sentient being, if they weren't particularly powerful when they were alive, their souls would enter the Underworld in the form of ghosts.
And if these spirits had too much resentment due to various reasons, whether it was inherent or coincidentally absorbed from outside, it would cause the essence of the spirit to mutate and become a ghost.
In addition to judging the merits and demerits of the undead, the Four Seasons' Echo Concubine's task was to remove the resentment from the undead and turn them back into the original undead so that they could reincarnate.
Eight-cloud Ink, who occasionally came into contact with ghosts, was no stranger to ghost aura.
But at this moment, the Ghost Qi that enveloped the entire underground pit was too strange.
In addition to the resentment unique to ghost aura, there was also a mighty righteous aura in it.
"How is this possible! How can ghost aura and such mighty righteous aura exist at the same time? "
Eight-cloud Ink was puzzled, and so was Amethyst.
"All in all, be careful, Mo 'er."
"Okay!"
They continued to dive, not knowing exactly how deep they had gone.
Finally, there was a change in the narrow tunnel.
In front of them was a huge underground karst cave.
"This, this is …!!!"
Eight-cloud Ink exclaimed.
In the center of the karst cave, there was a green tree floating.
Taking a closer look, it was not a complete tree, but a part of a huge arbor.
"A broken branch of the Jianmu Tree!?"
Excited, Eight-cloud Ink was about to go forward, but Amethyst suddenly stretched out her folding fan and stopped him.
"Don't be impulsive, look carefully!"
That huge broken branch was constantly emitting an eerie ghostly aura.
Eight-cloud Ink's eyes narrowed.
"There's someone inside!?"
He could vaguely see a black-robed person wrapped in the broken branch.
"That's not a person, it's a ghost!"
Amethyst snorted coldly.
"What a powerful ghost aura!"
The two of them carefully stepped forward and observed the ghost at a close distance. Only then did they get a clear look at the ghost's appearance.
His skin was pale, and his face was handsome.
His long white hair was bound by a high crown.
He was wearing a black robe that resembled a scholar's robe.
"How is this possible, how can such a costume appear in this world?"
Eight-cloud Ink shook his head.
"Could it be that this ghost doesn't belong to this world?"
"Anyway, Mo 'er, I'll block the ghost aura for you. Try to put away this broken branch of the Jianmu Tree."
"Okay."
With Amethyst's help, Eight-cloud Ink slowly stretched out his hand and touched the broken branch.
For a moment, some images seemed to appear in his mind.
A voice exploded in his mind.
"Those who can write the word 'Order' will be spared from death!!!"
Shaking his head violently, Eight-cloud Ink tried to organize the flashing images.
The bandits rebelled and took over the city. The bandits' leader, who was fond of killing and martial arts, hated the civil officials and scholars, and banished all the scholars to the Ink Pool in the city. In the name of taking the scholars, he forced the scholars to write the word 'Order' in one stroke.
However, those who wrote the word were killed by the bandits' leader in front of the Ink Pool. "If you're so talented, you'll be the one who hurts me in the future."
Soaring resentment shrouded the entire city.
"Mo 'er! Mo 'er!! "
Amethyst's concerned voice sounded in his ears.
Eight-cloud Ink came back to his senses and looked at Amethyst beside him. "What's wrong? Sister? "
"You're asking me what's wrong?" Amethyst rolled her eyes. "Why are you in a daze?"
"Ah? I'll do it now! "
After calming down, Eight-cloud Ink began to connect the Fantasy Tree in his spirit sea with the broken branch of the Jianmu Tree in front of him.
In an instant, the ghost aura flourished.
Amethyst snorted coldly, and the light of the barrier rose again. The ghost aura hit the barrier like waves hitting a rock, unable to move an inch.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eight-cloud Ink began to put the Jianmu Tree into his space bit by bit.
In the end, only the black-clothed scholar ghost remained in front of the two.
After the broken branch of the Jianmu Tree was taken away by Eight-cloud Ink, the ghost suddenly opened his eyes.
His blood-red eyes were full of resentment.
He opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice sounded.
"If the heavens don't bless people, I'd rather become a ghost. Condense blood into ink to shake the universe!!!"
With a wave of his hand, a brush appeared in the black-clothed scholar ghost's hand.
He waved the brush and painted in the air.
The ink formed by the ghost aura condensed into a green bamboo in the air.
The moment the green bamboo appeared, it sent out bamboo leaves toward Eight-cloud Ink and Amethyst as if they were flying.
"Hmph!"
Amethyst's slender index finger pointed in front of her. The space shook, and the green bamboo instantly turned into pure evil energy and dissipated.
The shaking space shook the black-clothed scholar ghost in front of her at the same time.
The red light in his blood-red eyes gradually faded away.
Although it was still red, it had become like a magnificent ruby.
"Hmm?"
The ghost looked at Eight-cloud Ink and Amethyst, frowning.
"Not human? Not a fiendish demon? "
"Fiendish demon?"
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head.
"We're demons, not fiendish demons."
"Demons?"
The scholar ghost shook his head.
"It's okay, as long as you're not fiendish demons or bandits."
After saying that, the scholar ghost put away his brush and bowed to Eight-cloud Ink and Amethyst.
"I'm Sikong Mo, the leader of Ghost Ink. I'm sorry for offending you just now!"
Subsequently, Sikong Mo raised his head and looked at the Ba Yun siblings.
"May I ask the two of you, what year is it now? Have the fiendish demons been defeated? How many dynasties have there been in the vast wilderness? "
Eight-cloud Ink and Amethyst looked at each other, completely unable to understand what Sikong Mo was saying.
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