After the ancestors fell

Chapter 241 The Tribulation of Moon Sacrifice
The two ghost kings were turned into ashes in the flames, and the smoke disappeared with a gust of wind.

Suddenly, Mu Qingfeng's eyes narrowed and he saw a dark lacquered stone at the place where the ashes dissipated, the size of an egg.

This starlight is very faint, if it is not for the power of the stars in her natal magic weapon, she may not be able to detect this abnormality.

Apart from this stone, there were several treasures for storage on the ground. She stretched out her hand and summoned them together with the lacquered stone, and then drove away with the light.

A few hours later, a few probing divine senses appeared here, and not long after, a dozen black spots flashed across the sky. Far and near were ghost cultivators from the Netherworld race who discovered the movement here. Only ghost generals were the highest among them. Afterwards, they found that there were still sharp mana fluctuations around them, and there was also the aura that belonged to the scattered souls of the Hades, each of them was horrified.

"A ghost king has fallen here!"

"I don't know which adult's means?"

The rest of the ghost cultivators of the Ming clan speculated, "I heard earlier that after I become a ghost king, my Ming clan will go to Youdu to meet the ghost master and deal with the affairs of the Ming clan there. These adults rarely appear in the outside world. Now here suddenly The ghost king's soul-dispersing aura, I'm afraid something big will happen next."

"This……"

"We appear here, and we don't know if we will be implicated?"

Several ghost cultivators discussed for a while, connecting all kinds of major events that happened in the Netherworld recently, including the destruction of the Mansion Tower a few months ago, and the female cultivators who were promoted to become gods among the human monks.

Suddenly, a ghost general with half of his face covered with strange black runes said: "This month, the territory under my jurisdiction caught three human souls who escaped from Youdu. I don't know if it has anything to do with the ghost king who appeared here?"

After saying this, another ghost general agreed, "Four of them were captured from my jurisdiction."

The rest of the ghost cultivators who own the territory also realized that some of their subordinates had recently captured the human souls who had escaped from Youdu, and they realized that something was wrong.

"How could so many souls escape?"

"Did something happen to you?"

"According to the calculation, the moon sacrifice once every [-] years is coming soon, I just hope that there will be no accidents."

Speaking of offering sacrifices to the moon, the rest of the ghost cultivators were a little silent.

This is a catastrophe for all the Hades, and every time a large number of Hades will lose their souls due to this.

The scattered souls of the Ming clan are equivalent to completely disappearing in the world, and there is no possibility of reincarnation.

"Hey! Let's continue to hunt down the human race, as well as those souls who escaped. I only hope that our family can still survive the disaster of offering sacrifices to the moon this time."

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Under an old tree that has lived for tens of thousands of years, there is a simple tea house, and an old woman who has lived for an unknown number of years is sitting in the tea house.

The old woman with silver hair pinned a wooden hairpin to her head, dressed in coarse sackcloth, was sitting beside the tea stove, shaking a tattered round fan with almost no shape in her hand, she raised her head and stared deeply at the people not far away.

"Guests come from afar, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"

Hearing the invitation, Mu Qingfeng stepped forward a few steps and stood outside the teahouse, calmly and respectfully gave a Taoist salute to the old lady, and then, without waiting for the other party to speak, sent the sojourner Shuliu took out the dead wood of Shuliu's soul, put it in his palm and handed it to the other party.

The old woman laughed lightly when she saw the dead wood, "It turned out to be a little bug that escaped, it's rare that you can find the old woman here, is it your luck?"

Yu Ba lightly waved the round fan in his hand, Yan Shuliu's soul flew out from the dead wood, disappeared into the fan and was never seen again.

After taking away Yan Shuliu's soul, the old lady's eyes fell on Mu Qingfeng's body, and after sizing her up, she said: "The living cannot enter Youdu."

Mu Qingfeng said: "That's why I came to Senior."

The old woman shook her head, "It's just a broken bug, the weight is not enough."

"But, she has been to the Ten Directions Hall."

These words made the old woman stop shaking her fan. She glanced at Mu Qingfeng again, then got up and walked under the old tree, raised her fan upwards, and a green branch half a foot long fell down. Dropped on the fan.

The old woman took the green branch and turned back to the teahouse, threw the branch into the teapot, and after a while, a bamboo pen flew out of the teapot.

The bamboo pen flew out and fell into the old woman's hand, and she saw that her aura changed drastically, she was neither human nor ghost, she looked like a fairy or a demon, she hung in the air and drew a stroke with the bamboo pen in the air.

A stroke fell, and the traces of the pen in mid-air showed a golden light, and a door slowly opened in the golden light.

Seeing this, the old woman yelled at Mu Qingfeng, "The gate of Youdu has opened, what are you waiting for, go in quickly!"

Before the voice fell, Mu Qingfeng did not hesitate, and cast an escape technique, turning into a stream of light and flying into the golden gate.

(End of this chapter)