I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The fog spread very quickly, and the things that moved in the fog also came very quickly.

However, this giant temple is indeed somewhat magical.

Just like before, everyone stayed in this shrine and talked without deliberately using any power, and the speed at which their sounds were swallowed up was not fast, which was at least much better than the rumors.

Therefore, when those things that should have moved silently reached the vicinity of the shrine, they inevitably made some tiny noises.

It was like there were two empty rows of teeth that were constantly knocking against each other, and there were also licking sounds with saliva and biting sounds.

The lamp wick grandmother put the rush in her hand into the oil lamp in her left hand, twisted it with her old fingers with loose skin, and a tiny flame was lit.

In such a short period of time, the tiny sound that was still behind the Giant Spirit Temple had moved to the left side of the shrine, climbed over the roof, and went around to the right side.

Finally, when the lights just came on, that thing just popped out from the right side of the gate.

It looked like a giant spider, with eight legs touching the ground, all of which were women's slender, white arms and legs, and the torso was a pile of human heads.

The head at the top has a particularly clear face, with a bun on his head, willow-shaped eyebrows, and an oval face. He is a very beautiful person.

But the person's face was so pale that the two spots of blush on his face looked particularly glaring.

When she first stuck her head out, there was a smile on her face, and her eyes seemed to want to turn to someone else, but then she turned away and couldn't help staring at the oil lamp. The smile on her face gradually faded, and her neck made a creaking sound.

The heads that made up the torso were originally facing different directions, but now they were twisting little by little, as if they had to stare at the oil lamp.

If they really twisted it all over, without anyone else's help, the joints would also be twisted, and the monster's torso would instantly split into seven or eight pieces.

The monster's face looked ugly. It bent its eight legs at the same time and rushed forward.

Granny Dengcao snapped her fingers.

A spark was flicked away by her and quickly enlarged into a circle of fire.

The moment the human spider passed through the circle of fire, it shrank rapidly like a mosquito or fly larva and fell into the lamp oil.

Although she was still struggling hard in the lamp oil, the oil was sticky and her body was shrunk too small, so no matter how hard she moved her legs and feet, she couldn't move much distance.

Su Hanshan's eyes flickered as he showed a hint of surprise.

The combat power of this human spider is not very strong, estimated to be only around level three.

But there was something immortal yet filthy about her.

Most likely, it was the Xiyue Demon God who severed his own spirituality and endowed it on these monsters.

Not to mention the ordinary Void Powerful Ones in the Abyss Realm, even someone like Su Hanshan who viewed his own spiritual light as eight parts and could divide and reorganize it at will would never continue to divide it on the basis of eight parts.

If the strong person is conscious, those tiny spiritual lights will naturally flow back to his body and will not combine with other life forms at all.

If the strong person himself is not conscious, then the immortal spiritual fragment can only be used as a magic weapon by outsiders.

However, the Xiyue Demon God is a monster that has no clear mind and yet possesses immortal spirituality. Therefore, he has the possibility of splitting his spirituality and giving it to other life forms for fusion.

Although the combat power of the creature created in this way is only at the third level, even people at the fifth or sixth level find it difficult to kill it.

Even if one wants to suppress it, the existence of that little bit of dirty spirituality will bring great pressure to the suppressor.

That kind of pressure is not actual force, but a kind of oppression at the life level, but it is enough to make the people who suppress the monsters make mistakes frequently and perform abnormally.

"Martial artists can do a lot to kill monsters and ghosts with their energy and spirit. When they encounter monsters that have gained wisdom and magic through practice, fighting each other is just a competition of their skills."

"But if you encounter an evil demon that has not been trained, does not understand the secrets of magic, has no wisdom to judge good and bad, and is born only because it conforms to a certain law, you will be at a disadvantage if you fight it with your cultivation alone."

Master Ge said, "The demon god can use the power of law. All the monsters in Huashan were created by him, so they are not normal monsters, but evil spirits rarely seen in the world."

"When the Huashan tragedy first happened, many warriors, detectives, and demon hunters who rushed to Huashan didn't know this, and they suffered a great loss. Ordinary martial arts and weapons have little effect when facing these monsters. Even if they fight desperately to kill them several times, the evil spirits will appear again."

"If a warrior's actions accidentally meet certain conditions, the corresponding evil spirit will temporarily increase in strength, causing the warrior who has the upper hand to die tragically on the spot, suffering terribly."

"However, evil spirits are born under the law and are also controlled by the law. There are things that can control them. If a willow or locust tree gives birth to an evil spirit, it often claims to have gone to the yang world. It likes to find people to recite poems. If it is not well-written, it will be killed. It is afraid of pine oil torches. If a copper or iron ore gives birth to an evil spirit, it will look like a barbarian, with white eyes and black skin, and it is afraid of the sound of a hammer hitting it."

"There are also vessels that transform into evil spirits, taking on various shapes to deceive people and kill them, but they cannot change their shape in a mirror. When you look at them with a mirror, most people will immediately feel fear. There are many such things, too numerous to mention."

"These secret knowledge left by our ancestors are all practical ways to save lives, but as the saying goes, oranges grown in the south of the Huai River remain oranges. The same kind of evil spirits born in different places have subtle differences in the specific objects that can counter them. Finding the most effective object is very time-consuming and often requires wisdom, speculation, and even the use of human lives to test it."

Master Ge looked at Granny Dengcao's oil lamp and exclaimed, "Among the 360 ​​trades, there are some trade treasures that have been refined for a long time. They are excellent magic weapons when fighting with others, and they are also very effective when fighting against evil spirits."

"The business of boiling sheep fat, making candles, rolling wicks, and making oil lamps has been passed down for thousands of years. The oil lamps they use have the greatest restraining effect on all kinds of insects and evil spirits. There is no need to look for special objects to restrain them."

Su Hanshan listened with great interest, and looked at the oil lamp with deep interest.

Granny Lamp Grass was a little alert and said with a smile: "I am the boss of this industry. I have worked for more than 80 years to get the recognition of this lamp. There are two worlds inside and outside the industry. As everyone knows, if you are not an insider, you can't use the things in the industry."

Su Hanshan smiled gently, shifted his gaze and looked outside the door.

The power of immortality can erase the immortal spirit. If the lamp was just an empty treasure, Su Hanshan would not be so interested in it.

The problem is, the power that erupted from the lamp when it took away the human spider did not belong to any kind of immortal magical power related to lamps.

It is clearly the same as the unknown power carried by the Xiyue Demon God.

Did someone in the past draw materials from the Xiyue Demon God and make this lamp to restrain the Xiyue Demon God's creations?

I'm afraid not.

Su Hanshan used the aura of the lamp as a starting point to comprehend and deduce, and felt that this unknown power might have another source.

This power once flowed out from that source and participated in the birth of the Xiyue Demon God. It also flowed out again and participated in the process of this oil lamp and these objects exerting their effects.

If we must say it, because the Xiyue Demon God is not conscious and rational, this unknown power may not produce a mysterious effect on it, but instead add weaknesses to it.

When facing an enemy that counters his opponent, the impact on the Xiyue Demon God may be more direct than that on ordinary immortal warriors.

Does this unknown power come from the treasure that Su Hanshan is looking for?

At this moment, one of the seven brothers of Yangzhai Dagong took out a bundle of reed mats and threw it into the air.

The mat automatically unfolded, went around the beams and stuck to the roof.

The fog that was about to flow into the shrine was suddenly blocked by an invisible obstacle and lingered at the door, unable to go in any further.

A yang house is a house where people live. The materials used for houses of ordinary people and dignitaries are naturally different.

The thatched houses of poor families often have mats woven from reeds. If the workmanship is good, they can keep out rain and cold and are not easy to rot. If the roof is damaged, all you have to do is hire a mat weaver to fill in a gap, and the price is cheap.

This bundle of reed mats in the Yangzhai business is specifically used to counter evil spirits such as wind, rain, and fog.

Two sets of countermeasures appeared here in succession, immediately attracting more attention from evil spirits.

A thick white shadow flashed silently in the fog, and when it got near the shrine, it was affected by the Giant Spirit Shrine and the reed-killing object. The fog on its body dissipated, revealing its true appearance.

It was a moth about six or seven feet in size, with thick dust covering its broad wings. Its torso was that of a naked human body, both a man and a woman.

Regardless of gender, the abdomens of these moths are unusually bulging, and it seems that one can hear the sticky plasma swaying in their abdominal cavities.

Large moths came in groups of two or three, and as they approached the shrine, they were immediately attracted to the lights, behaving even worse than the human spiders had before.

As soon as they reached the range of the lamp, they began to shrink and finally fell into the lamp oil one after another.

In just a moment, hundreds of moths had rushed in, and each batch was increasing in number.

At the same time, the ground inside the shrine shook slightly, then again, and then began to vibrate as densely as drumbeats.

The amplitude was very small, and there was no sound. It must be some powerful evil spirits, bouncing forward on the mountain road. Because of the fog, the sound of the evil spirits moving forward could not be heard, and the outside was still extremely quiet.

But just by feeling the vibration of the shrine ground, one could imagine that the evil spirit left a huge dent in the road every time it bounced.

Everything that blocked the way ahead, whether it was the air, boulders, or trees, was shattered, leaving behind long stretches of ruins.

Several other brothers of Yangzhai Duke also took action. The eldest brother shook the bag on his back and took out a thick and rough iron plate. He took two steps forward and lifted up the original threshold of the Giant Spirit Temple with his toes, and he installed the "iron threshold" down.

The stench of rotting corpses could be smelled in the fog, and there was something jumping around like that, so it was most likely a zombie.

This iron threshold can defeat all kinds of night-walking monsters.

Several of his brothers had already taken out the molds for tamping mud bricks, the hammers for breaking the foundation, and the iron awls and compasses for measuring the straightness of the walls, each of which had its own useful uses.

Not to mention the zombies that are still in the jumping stage, even the most ferocious zombies include the starving ghosts that have possessed the bodies of zombies, the mercury corpses of alchemy masters after their death, the bronze-armored corpses of generals of the dynasty after their death, the flying zombies that are not destroyed by lightning but instead turn into zombies, etc.

They can definitely stop it with this method.

Unexpectedly, just as the boss straightened up and took a step back, a bloody shadow outside ignored the iron threshold and flew into the Giant Spirit Temple.

chap! !

The bloody shadow was cut off by a flash of knife, and it stopped and fell to the ground.

This time it was not a person, but a skinned dog.

"The house blocks celestial phenomena and spying. You are good at suppressing all pupil-related evil spirits and celestial phenomena. Suppressing corpse monsters is just a side effect, but it is not your specialty."

The one who drew the knife was Old Man Yuan, who was known as the Ghost Carpenter, but he was not a carpenter. Instead, he was skilled in both executioner and undertaker.

Just as he was speaking, more than a dozen bloody shadows rushed in from outside the house, but as soon as they entered the house, they all fell to the ground with their heads cut off.

The corpses on the ground twitched slightly, and then turned into blood shadows one after another, and sank into Old Man Yuan's knife.

Although the blade of the knife he had just chopped down had dropped, the invisible knife mark was still left in the air.

The skinning evil spirits that broke in later all ran into the knife marks left by the first knife.

The ghost-head knife is the most precious treasure of the executioner. Since ancient times, countless evil people have died by the knife, but the number of innocent ghosts who have died by the knife is probably also countless.

There is no distinction between good and evil, life and death. Once the law comes, they are all killed with one knife.

No matter whether you are a human or an animal, what’s more, you just don’t look like a human?

Such a knife can certainly defeat all zombies, but it also makes the living people tremble with fear.

The eldest of the seven brothers wanted to express his gratitude and clasped his fists, but he was so overwhelmed by the murderous aura that he forgot the words.

This time, Su Hanshan was not looking at the knife, but at the person.

This old man Yuan's martial arts skills have reached the peak of the fifth level, and he is just a hair's breadth away from the sixth level.

The most amazing thing is that his swordsmanship is profound. I don’t know if it’s because he has been using this sword all his life, but he is so smart and intelligent, but when he draws the sword, he feels like he is actively triggering an unknown force.

That is to say, if other people's magic weapons encounter the wrong evil spirits, their effectiveness will be greatly reduced, or even they can only be used as ordinary magic weapons.

Even if he wasn't chopping down a zombie with this knife, it would probably have some restraining effect.

The discomfort that Su Hanshan had felt before due to Wujie Qingyun had completely subsided, and he felt more interested.

Not only is the Xiyue Demon God complex in composition, it may also be related to the biggest goal of this trip.

Just by observing those around you who use the art of overcoming things, you can gain something.

These three craftsmen showed their prowess.

With a lamp and a reed mat, they half-led and half-forced the evil spirits to run towards the main gate. The rest of the people stayed inside the main gate, using swords, hammers, and lights to kill as many as came.

Judging from their posture, they are more like butchers and perpetrators of tragedies and murders. There is no need for them to be so afraid of the Silent Ridge of Huashan.

But after just a dozen breaths, the terrifying nature of the Huashan evil spirit was revealed.

Among the evil spirits, there appeared several beings whose combat power was not inferior to that of the fifth level. They were created using the materials of the masters who died in Huashan.

They are all like blood-red flesh balls with shower-head-like holes on their surface.

Multiple balls of flesh rolled in the fog without any sound, sometimes far away, sometimes near.

Every time the meat ball approached, half of its body would stick out of the hole at the right time, holding a sword and rushing towards the shrine.

Old man Yuan relied on his ability to suppress the enemy, and with the help of his seven brothers and Granny Dengcao, every time a meat ball approached, he would chop a huge wound with his sword, and blood would spurt out like a waterfall.

But he had no way to kill the meat ball with one knife, so he suppressed it. When the injured meat ball went around in the fog at the back and came back, it was already intact.

The speed at which the demon-head knife sucked blood could not catch up with the speed at which the meat balls sprayed blood like waterfalls. Blood gradually poured into the ground of the shrine, spreading up to an inch high.

The blood also began to create a mist, which made the reed mats attached to the roof rustle without wind, as if they were a bellows that could no longer be pulled.

Su Hanshan still did not make a move, but the blood flowed around where he was sitting. Lin Shusheng also did not move, allowing the blood to stain the cushion and his trouser legs.

At this time, Master Ge took out a handful of medicine powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it all into the blood, muttering something as he sprinkled it.

This Master Ge is not very famous in the martial arts world because he is not a warrior, nor is he a common person among the 360 ​​professions that are beneficial to people's livelihood.

He is a master of the art of curses and wards.

He originally worked in the imperial court and was trained to curse those who disrupted government affairs. Later, he found that there were too many disputes in the officialdom, and it was difficult to distinguish the good and bad people to be cursed, and they were often insignificant. The few people in the highest positions kept fighting without breaking up, and their subordinates lost their lives in vain.

He was disheartened and often shirked his responsibilities, secretly writing books to amuse himself.

It's just that he has mastered the art of curse to his bones, and can be called the ultimate crow's mouth. When he wrote the book, he didn't intend to curse anyone. In the end, he was in a bad mood and took "things" as his goal, and inadvertently achieved the achievement of cursing "things".

He wrote travel notes, noting the local conditions and customs, the people's morals, the court's inclination towards local policies, or how customs would change. Inexplicably, there were people who knew the national policy in the mountains and five peaks, and how to deal with the confrontation when the people's customs changed. He wrote history and annotated the art of war. There were people in the world who rebelled, and even the common people in the countryside were well-versed in military strategies. He was well-versed in ancient and modern times, and whatever he wrote about would lead to trouble.

By the time the imperial court discovered something was wrong and prepared to arrest him for punishment, he had already felt that something was wrong and quietly slipped away, wandering around the world for many years.

It was just a coincidence that Mr. Lin could find him for help.

This old man still has a kind heart. Seeing that he can gather helpers, he is willing to try to fix the loophole of the Xiyue Demon God.

The nature of the Xiyue Demon God is destructive. Occasionally, by coincidence, he will sever spiritualities and create a few monsters.

But the number of these monsters is not insignificant. I am afraid that the Xiyue Demon God has been doing this persistently for the past three years. It is so abnormal that there must be someone acting as a medium to induce and guide him.

This person was most likely the conspirator who planned the treasure rumor.

If we want to repair the seal, this person or this group of people will be the biggest obstacle.

Master Ge used the blood of these monsters as a guide to cast curses. The curses were not directed at the monsters in front of him, nor at the Xiyue Demon God who was the source of power. These curses would naturally fall on the conspirators who were between the two and acted as a medium.

Granny Dengcao and the others vaguely knew his name. Even at this moment when they were fighting against evil spirits, they were curious and wanted to listen to the spell he was chanting. However, they could not hear it clearly. They only felt it was mysterious and solemn, unpredictable, and frightening even ghosts and gods.

Su Hanshan heard it clearly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The old man only had a peach pit treasure in his sleeve. With his skills in curses and curses, he was able to stir up some unknown power. However, he had reached a high level on this path, so the spells he used were no longer bound by common sense.

"I curse you to be dizzy, blind, blind, and unable to wake up..."

Master Ge half-closed his eyes, looked awe-inspiring, and moved his lips as if reciting an eternal classic.

"You gave us clues to catch, and you delivered a fatal flaw to us. You are running for your own death..." (End of this chapter)