I have a long pupil

Chapter 240 A clever plan to break the soul bottle

"how is this possible?"

Everyone couldn't believe Xuan Hua's guess.

Meng Yuanshou looked at his hands and frowned: "I can clearly sense my physical body. If it is a living soul...impossible!"

"Xuan Hua is right."

Unexpectedly, Pang Shanhu nodded in agreement, "Actually, we may have been tricked from the time we saw those corpses."

"Corpse...what corpse?"

Xuan Hua suddenly asked.

"It's the ones at the entrance of the village..."

Hou Shun said something and suddenly thought of something. He quickly opened the door and looked at the entrance of the village with wide eyes.

The body that was originally stuck there had disappeared, leaving only the vast expanse of ice and snow, but he clearly remembered that the body was not far from the entrance of the village.

Everyone has also seen it, and their faces are solemn.

"It seems that we have indeed entered the soul bottle!"

They are not fools, they are just confused by illusions. In fact, many problems can be solved by just thinking about them.

"There's no rush, we'll analyze it slowly."

Hou Shun forced himself to calm down and said in a deep voice: "Since it is a 'rule', then this place must have its own rules. Let's check and see if there are any omissions."

"[-]. Don't look at those villagers, and don't use spells, otherwise they will be attacked. They should have been integrated into the soul bottle rules..."

"[-]. When the soul's burial is unknown, you will be safe if you hide in the house. You can stay awake by putting your forehead on the ground. This should be related to the soul bottle itself..."

"Third, don't leave, otherwise you will be attacked and your brains will be sucked dry. This should be what the ghost cultivator did..."

"Four. The village's Yin-Yang Bagua formation is reversed, the ancestral hall disappears, and the village chief among the people is no longer there. This may be the key to breaking the formation..."

At this point, his brows frowned more and more, "Damn it, I don't have any clue, how on earth can I crack it?"

Xuan Hua also woke up at this time and said calmly: "Maybe we should think from the perspective of ghost cultivators."

"It is mentioned in the lower sect's classics that ghost cultivation is the detachment in the shadows, the gods are unknown, the ghost gates have no surnames, and the heaven and earth have no names. With one will, the ghost spirit will not be dispersed."

"To put it bluntly, ghost cultivators are helpless. Like a bird in a cage, once it leaves a specific area, it will become an evil thing. It is more difficult to guard the heart. Building a soul bottle is also to let yourself not forget the feeling of being alive."

"So, after the death of these people, their remaining souls were put into the soul bottle, but they are still acting according to their behavior in life, accompanying the ghost cultivator to perform here."

"And we are living souls with no Yang Qi left, so we will be discovered if we use magic or look at them."

After hearing this, Hou Shun looked a little strange:
"Isn't this hide and seek?"

"Yes!"

Xuan Hua nodded and said with a flash in his eyes: "So the real rule is that no one can find out that we are living souls. If we are in the soul bottle, we will be attacked. If we escape rashly, we will be mutilated by ghost cultivators."

Meng Yuanshou frowned: "What should we do? We can't hide here forever. If the time goes on, our bodies will freeze if we are outside."

Xuan Hua looked at Pang Shanhu, "Senior, you should already know how to crack it."

Pang Shanhu nodded and looked out the door, "We must gather the Yang soul, turn into a dead person, and participate in the unknown burial of the soul."

"If I'm not mistaken, the ghost cultivator will appear when the time comes, and the key ancestral hall will also appear!"

"The old ghost from the Killing Sect probably wants to trick us into using magic to enter the so-called spiritual world. If nothing unexpected happens, he will say that we can only enter when the soul is buried."

"Once we are discovered, they can enter the ancestral hall and seize the core!"

"Humph, this old ghost is so insidious!"

"It doesn't matter, let's make a plan..."

It was like a cloud was revealed, and when the secret of this strange place was revealed, everyone no longer had any fear in their hearts, and they all came up with suggestions...

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"My lord, is everything you said true?"

It's still Hou Shun, with a frightened face and full acting skills. He pretends to be deceived and asks the demon cultivator who possesses "Chu Fei" for a solution.

"Can't you tell the difference for yourselves?"

"Chu Fei" sneered, "Xuan Du Guan's brats, I have plenty of means to deal with them, why choose this critical moment?"

"Don't worry, when the soul is buried, the ghost cultivator will appear. When the time comes, he will cast a spell to enter the spirit world, and he will be able to seize the core when he is not prepared. We only have one chance. If he is prepared, we will be here. Burial place.”

"Okay, just follow senior's instructions!"

Hou Shun gritted his teeth, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and said harsh words: "A great disaster is approaching, and we should work together to help each other. Please don't deceive me, senior, otherwise we will fight to the death and drag you to death together!"

"believe it or not!"

"Chu Fei" snorted coldly and slammed the door.

Outside the door, Hou Shun lowered his head and left quickly. When he was halfway there, a smile appeared on his lips.

They guessed right, the old ghost was indeed cheating.

Inside the door, "Chu Fei" closed the door with a sinister smile on his face.

"Leader, have they been fooled?"

In the old house, there were only a few killing cultists left, all of whom were members of the Sijing Sect who had fled Jianye City. They were all injured and full of fear.

"Of course, the scapegoat has been found."

"Chu Fei" looked at everyone, his mouth full of ridicule, "This person from the Ancient Yuan Realm really has little knowledge."

"When they sneak into the spirit world and alert the crazy ghost, it will be the best time. While the crazy ghost is entangled with it, we can use magic to quickly leave this ghost place!"

"The leader is wise!"

The few remaining believers quickly flattered him.

"Chu Fei" smiled faintly and stopped talking.

He had no intention of taking away these idiots. Everyone was just bait to attract ghosts and immortals!
"How can I miss this magic weapon that contains 'moment'..."

"Chu Fei" felt more and more proud.

……

Unknowingly, the dark wind started to rise again.

The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the torches turned green again.

In the old house, everyone was sitting cross-legged, with death jade in their mouths, all their Yang Qi was restrained, and under the green light, their faces were pale green, like dead ghosts.

Several Taoist priests including Lu Xuan and Xuandu Guan who were unconscious have been awakened, and they have also restrained their yang energy.

Sure enough, the screams outside no longer affected their minds this time, because they had been judged as dead by the soul bottle.

"Go ahead."

Pang Shanhu gave an order, and everyone grabbed a handful of mud on the ground and smeared it on their faces as a cover up.

Pushing open the wooden door, you will see a strange scene in front of you:
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, the wind is howling, and the black fog is filling the air. The entire ancient village is strange and gloomy, as if it has fallen into a dark abyss.

Accompanied by weird music, ghost fires rise faintly from the ground, the low drums, the sad flute, and the cold and solemn sound of the xun sound like a melody from the abyss.

Under the dim ghost fire, there were all figures in strange clothes. Their faces were blurry, and their whole bodies were wrapped in red and black robes.

They were playing musical instruments and paper money was flying all over the sky. The center was like a shrine, carrying a large black pottery urn with three-legged animal ears below and an exquisite fired attic above.

The souls of the dead are buried!

Everyone looked horrified.

This kind of unknown and weird sight, even if you already have some guesses in your mind, you still can't help but get chills in your heart.

Fortunately, Pang Shanhu has already explained it.

The ghost who built a tomb in the spirit world must have controlled the Yin soldiers, held a grand soul burial for himself, buried his soul in a bottle, and ordered his descendants to build a village in the real world to protect him.

At a certain time, incense and sacrifices are performed until the body of a ghost and immortal is cultivated, and then the person can be born.

Being able to do this must be an ancient sect.

It is a pity that the end of the Dharma era has arrived, the inheritance of rituals has been cut off, and the ghost cultivators have fallen into madness. Until the Slayer Cult broke through the cliff tombs in the spiritual world, awakened them, and mechanically repeated the past.

clap la la...

As the sinister wind blew, the remnant souls of the villagers whose bodies were turned upside down and hanging upside down in the air slowly fell down and joined the funeral procession, holding their hands in the air and dancing a weird dance.

Nuo dance?

Everyone saw this thing at a glance.

Those who dance the Nuo dance are not necessarily from the witchcraft religion. It only shows that this lost sect did not have Confucian funeral rituals at that time, but followed the older witchcraft funeral rituals.The so-called "ritual" refers to rules.

In the ghost world formed by this "moment", no one dares to be careless.

With a look from Pang Shanhu, everyone joined the team and started dancing weirdly, like a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

Fortunately, they blended in without being discovered.

Not long after, the funeral procession arrived in the village.

In the center of the village, an ancient ancestral temple suddenly appeared.

Inside the ancestral hall, the lights were brightly lit, with dozens of green candles swaying in the wind, jumping like will-o'-the-wisps. On the white paper window on the second floor, a figure was reflected. He was tall, with long hair shawl, and a single horn on his forehead.

clap la la...

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out of the ancestral hall, accompanied by strange and unpredictable laughter. The figure on the window split into two, and one of them roared out wrapped in black smoke and fell into the soul bottle.

Everyone can guess the cause and effect at a glance.

This ghost cultivator has gone crazy and is obsessed with it. He is still continuing the soul burial ceremony at that time. It is estimated that after the funeral, the ancient village will return to normal again.

And the ancestral-like building will also disappear.

This old ghost, why don't you take action...

Everyone felt anxious.

What they didn't know was that inside the old house, "Chu Fei" also had anxious eyes. He finally couldn't help it and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, the ghost cultivator has been lured away. This is a rare opportunity. Run away!"

Having said that, he pushed the door and walked out.

He guessed in his heart that most of the people in Xuandu Temple were suspicious and had not fallen into the trap. However, since the plan was launched, he could no longer think about backing down and could only use his men as bait first.

Sure enough, seeing him leave first, the remaining killing cultists said nothing, and began to use their magic formulas, either burrowing into the soil and rushing outward, or turning into a black smoke and flying towards the entrance of the village.

"Chu Fei" smiled ferociously, quickly gathered his yang energy, joined the funeral procession, and also danced the Nuo dance.

However, his face quickly stiffened.

The kid who was dancing next to him turned his head and smiled ferociously at him. He was clearly Hou Shun!

Damn, hit the count!

"Chu Fei" cursed secretly in his heart, but he could only dance along and didn't dare to appear strange.

And those murderous cultists who escaped finally attracted the attention of the ghost cultivator. Accompanied by a strange sound of laughter, a black shadow shot out from the attic.

Everyone finally saw the appearance of the ghost cultivator.

He had black hair shawl and wore the same red and black robe as the funeral procession, but he had a single horn and only one big eye on his forehead.

One-eyed?

Ancient race, or deformity?
No one had time to distinguish, and saw the ghost cultivator burst out of the air. After reaching the entrance of the village, he suddenly disappeared.

In this world, it is windy and snowy.

There are only ruins of the ancient village, and the corpses of the villagers on the ground have long been buried by the wind and snow. Black fog wanders in the village, vaguely drawing an anti-Liangyi Bagua formation.

At the entrance of the village, many people were lying around, including members of the Killing Cult, as well as the wandering team led by Xuandu Guan and Pang Shanhu. Their chests were still heaving, but they were already covered by the wind and snow.

clap la la...

Several killing cultists suddenly stood up, their faces full of horror, and they looked around randomly, their minds blurred.

They didn't know what the scene in front of them represented, but they knew that if they didn't run away, they would die here.

Several people stood up quickly, only to find that their whole bodies were frozen. They fell to the ground in a panic after not taking two steps, but they still struggled to crawl out.

But at this moment, everyone froze at the same time.

They only felt that their foreheads were cold, and a black mist covered them, vaguely condensed into ghost claws, and they scratched hard.

clap clap clap!
The heads of several people were all thrown away, and blood splattered everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a grunting sound was heard, and the brain, which had long been turned into mud, disappeared little by little...

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In the soul bottle, how could everyone miss the opportunity.

With a glance from Pang Shanhu, Meng Yuanshou and other disciples immediately danced the Nuo dance and moved to the attic of the ancestral hall.

"That belongs to me!"

"Chu Fei" was so angry that he roared and walked towards the ancestral hall, also dancing the Nuo dance.

Although the ghost cultivator has left, the rules of the soul bottle have not been interrupted. Before entering the ancestral hall, he can neither use magic nor be discovered by the funeral procession.

However, something happened that frightened him.

Many people in the team turned around.

"Why so many people!"

"Chu Fei" felt confused in his mind.

They had a head-on fight with Xuandu Guan Enforcement Hall, and due to the strangeness of the soul bottle, only three or five people from both sides died.

As for Youshen, there are more than 50 people!

Bang bang bang!
Before he could react, a dozen feet flew out.

Although this old ghost is a reincarnated demon cultivator, he has successfully taken over Chu Fei's body, but as Zhang Biao expected, the ancient Yuan world has declined, and even if these outsiders are experienced, it is extremely difficult to practice.

This old ghost uses secret techniques to practice killing people. His speed is very fast, but it is only at the fourth level, especially now that he is still in the soul body.

With more than a dozen kicks, "Chu Fei" was immediately kicked out of the funeral procession, and even fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud.

"court death!"

"Chu Fei" was furious, and blood appeared on his body, but then he was shocked.

Because the entire funeral procession also stopped, and even the heads of the ghosts slowly turned to look at him.

Such movement also alarmed the ghost cultivators outside. In the ancient village, a dark wind howled and a black shadow instantly flew back from the village entrance.

"Chu Fei" gritted his teeth and rushed towards the ancestral hall without saying a word.

But the Youshen team obviously moved faster. Meng Yuanshou and others, who had already moved to the side of the ancestral hall, jumped in instantly.

Pang Shanhu once explained that "moments" are easy to identify.

Everything in the village must be built around it.

Sure enough, Meng Yuanshou raised his eyes and saw a painting hanging in the middle of the ancestral hall. It clearly depicted the ancient village, and there were many small people on it, which were the funeral procession.

At the same time, Guixiu and "Chu Fei" also arrived.

"Senior brother, hurry up!"

Several disciples from the Xunshan lineage, with quick hands and quick eyes, closed the door in one fell swoop. Their auras surged from their bodies and they pressed against the door.

Boom!
There was a loud noise, and everyone was shocked, and some even fainted.

Boom!
There was another loud noise, and everyone was knocked away.

But in this short period of time, Meng Yuanshou shouted loudly, rushed forward and pulled down the ancient painting.

In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, flying sand and stones.

Everyone felt their eyes go dark, and then their bodies were filled with coldness, the wind and snow howled, and the cold air poured into their chests.

Looking again, they were all lying in the snow.

Meng Yuanshou was still holding the ancient painting in his arms, his face was blank, and he stood up with excitement.

The remaining people also stood up one after another.

However, the crisis is not over yet.

I saw that in the dilapidated ancient village, filled with corpses, black mist surged, snowflakes rolled in, and dense shadows appeared, which were the funeral procession and the remnant souls of the villagers.

The ghost cultivator was among them. He was much taller than the others, with a single horn and a glint of blood in his one eye.

And from within its shadow-like cloak, ghostly hands stretched out, surging like waves.

"No!"

The head of an old man with white hair and a sinister face suddenly came out and roared: "Little ghost cultivator, do you know who I am? You..."

Before he finished speaking, he was dragged under the ghost cultivator's cloak by dense ghost hands, and then there was the sound of chewing...

(End of this chapter)