The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 160 Who is it?

He nodded, "Okay."

Ran Ling walked out of the cave and walked to the top of the mountain. He looked up at the sky, where black clouds shrouded the sky and the stars were hidden.

The dark pupils turned white, and the complex stars seemed to be reflected inside.

"Now, go forward three hundred meters and turn left for six hundred meters."

Bichen moved forward as instructed, Fuzuo lazily hooked up the earrings on his right ear and followed slowly.

This forest is very strange. Following the route given by Ran Ling, the woods gradually disappeared, and a slightly dark and gloomy village unexpectedly appeared.

From a distance, people were coming and going on the trail, carrying hoes home from the fields, greeting and chatting with each other, and it looked very lively.

"Keep walking, four hundred meters forward."

Baochen looked at the village in front of him and frowned, but walked in without stopping.

However, as soon as he walked in, he felt the eyes of the villagers falling on him intentionally or unintentionally.

——That kind of weird, malicious look.

"Somewhat something is wrong."

Fu Zhuo walked forward, and for some unknown reason, he was not stared at. Everyone's eyes were focused on Bi Chen, who was dressed in white clothes.

"It doesn't matter." Bichen continued to follow Ran Ling's instructions, and finally arrived at a place that looked like a sacrificial platform. The villagers behind him gradually gathered, following them in shadows and shadows.

This place is extremely spacious, like a square, and is the center of the entire village. The flat land is covered with dense red marks. There is a raised circular platform in the center, with a cross made of thick wood on it. There were chains stained with dried blood.

Xiao Yezi stood on Bichen's shoulder and explained: "This is part of the cause and effect of the curse. By following it, I can uproot the entire curse."

Ran Ling looked at the place through the puppet's sight, especially the platform in the middle, and felt very uncomfortable, and her heart spasmed.

This situation made her feel a little strange.

She hooked her hand on the blue feather on Jiu Xuan Bell, and the feeling faded a little.

This place must have been blessed by an immortal. Even she, from such a long distance, couldn't pry into the source of this feeling.

Fu Tuo looked lazy at first, but suddenly his face changed drastically. He strode forward and walked to the round platform. His fingers touched the blood stains that had been left on the round platform for who knows how many years.

"Qianhen..."

How could there be Qianhen's blood in this small village?

Little leaves also floated down from Bichen's shoulders, trying to touch the blood.

But suddenly, the last ray of sunset fell from the horizon, and the whole world fell into darkness.

There was an eerie silence around him.

Bichen turned around and saw that all the villagers were staring at them with vicious eyes, as if they wanted to tear them into pieces alive.

He was silent for a moment and walked to Xiao Yezi's side, "What should we do now?"

Ran Ling was not in a good mood before. Feeling the familiarity from the blood stains, her mood became even worse. She wanted to sacrifice all the ghost villagers in front of her to heaven.

"Just be careful around us."

The little leaf fluttered into the air of the round platform, a cold female voice came from it, and its dark eyes seemed particularly deep at that moment.

"The principles of heaven are clear, life and death are clear."

"The stars and the underworld, each return to one..."

The villagers were full of resentment and began to attack the two of them, especially Bichen, who was dressed in white and became a living target.

But what surprised Fu Zao was that Bichen only used his spiritual power to defend and had no intention of attacking. Surrounded by many villagers, he seemed like a pitiful little boy.

"..." Fu Zhuo couldn't understand what he was doing, but with his strength, the villagers couldn't hurt him, so they simply ignored him.

He randomly blasted away the scattered villagers in front of him and continued to explore the blood stains.

**
Su Jiu and others, who had finally calmed down the situation of their sect leader, were about to exit when they suddenly heard a groan from the sect leader Baili Fuyi.

The accident came suddenly, the light in the room suddenly shook violently, the suspended formation collapsed directly, and all the surrounding elders were injured!

"What's going on? Isn't everything stable?"

Su Jiu quickly rushed in the direction of Baili Fuyi, and saw that the cursed shackles on the opponent's body that had been fixed by Xie Heng spread quickly, covering the entire body in the blink of an eye. The opponent suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, which looked extremely ugly on the white clothes. garish.

"metropolitan!!"

No! can not be like this!

Not only the leader of the Yun Sect, but also everyone in the Yun Sect felt that the curse on them had become more serious.

"What happened?!"

The speed of deterioration was appalling, and there were even cursed bloodstains on the forehead of the Yun Sect Master!
It’s over.

Can't stop it.

Su Jiu and others thought desperately.

Just at the moment when the curse was about to invade Baili Fuyi's consciousness, the curse suddenly faded away like a tide.

Cheeks, neck, arms, limbs...

Finally disappeared without a trace.

The man's skin was like jade, and it was as if such a terrifying curse had never appeared before.

"This……"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. While they were ecstatic, they were all stunned by the sudden arrival and departure of the formation.

Su Jiu guessed: "If it wasn't Master Bichen who succeeded, then Ancestor Ranling and the others did something."

**
A huge and empty ice cave, with a gentle beauty lying in an ice coffin.

A group of black mist came in from the outside, gradually revealing its figure, revealing a face that had weathered the years.

The man's face was handsome, but his face was full of vicissitudes of life, making him look extremely tired, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He hurriedly walked up to the beauty and wanted to reach out to touch her face, but then he seemed to remember something and laughed at himself in annoyance: "Look at me, I'm so stupid."

He quickly performed a cleaning technique and tidied himself up before walking to lie down on the ice coffin, his eyes caressing the woman's brows inch by inch with paranoid and nostalgic eyes.

"Wantong, you came back late today, don't blame me."

"Tomorrow is the winter solstice."

His voice was hoarse and he had not spoken for a long time. His voice was not so pleasant, but it was extremely gentle.

"I still remember that time, we met to watch the New Year together, cook glutinous rice balls and make dumplings. You always laughed at me for turning my face into a little cat... When you agreed to marry me, it was also during the winter solstice, and the fireworks were in full bloom at night. You laughed. It’s so beautiful…”

Suddenly, a small blood-red ball flew out from the woman's eyebrows, and the complicated formation inside it suddenly fell apart!
The man's face instantly became extremely sinister and ugly.

"The curse is broken..."

His eyes narrowed, flashing with a cold light.

"Who can be so capable..."

He thought for a moment, then came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically at the woman, "I'm sorry Wantong, I didn't handle it well, but fortunately I don't need them anymore and can't affect you. Otherwise, I will never spare them."