Cultivating immortals and destroying the world is their duty

Chapter 67 The Tower of Ten Thousand Souls Out of Control
The atmosphere in the Tower of Ten Thousand Souls became more and more oppressive, and even spread to all parts of the tower. All the flames of the soul-inducing lamps seemed to be spiritual, and began to tremble and flicker. The dead souls floating in mid-air stopped their patrol work one after another. , looking at the door of the quiet room with unison, motionless.

Lu Hua has been kneeling on the ground, but his expression has gradually returned to normal. From just now until now, he has not made any verbal rebuttals except for a few self-deprecating laughs. This surprised Zhaotai. The shrewd old man who likes to observe words and expressions, always has humility and flattery on his face, unexpectedly behaved so calm this time.

Does he have any backhand?Or, he was really not deeply involved in this matter, so he was completely at a loss as to where to start.

Jasmine stepped forward to pick up the Ecstasy Book that had been thrown aside, held it in her hand and quickly flipped through it, shaking her head constantly while reading.

After reading a book, the corners of her lips trembled slightly, and she could hardly restrain the grief and indignation in her heart.

It is true that even she, a layman, found many inconsistencies and ambiguities in this book of ecstasy, not to mention how many unjust, false and wrong cases would be unearthed if she dug deeper.

"Master Soul Palm, how many such muddled accounts have you written down?" Jasmine couldn't wait to know whether her colleagues who disappeared in the past would also be recorded in these perfunctory ecstasy books.

Lu Hua shook his head silently, and said lightly, "I don't know either."

"I don't know? You'd better think it over for me!"

Jasmine has a violent temper. Seeing Lu Hua's indifferent expression, she grabbed his collar, and an elderly man much taller than her was lifted above her head with a slight lift.

"Heh..." Lu Hua smiled contemptuously: "Speaking of which, what does the life and death of you souls have to do with me?" When he said this, his eyes suddenly became swollen and sour, but he could He didn't want to shed two lines of black ink tears in public, he felt it was too embarrassing.

"We dead souls?" Jasmine repeated in a murmur. The strength in her hands was a little weaker, but she suddenly exerted strength the next moment. She said angrily, "Aren't you also dead souls? It has nothing to do with you?"

"Jasmine, let him down." Zhaotai said behind Jasmine.

Afterwards, a warm palm gently touched her arm, and Jasmine felt an irresistible coercion from that palm, and immediately let go of her hands.

At this moment, something was happening outside the Wanhun Pagoda, and there was a lot of noise. Zhaotai winked at a dead soul, and the soul immediately nodded in understanding, twisted its body and floated out.

Unexpectedly, the moment the dead soul just floated to the gate, a bright light suddenly flew in front of him, the impact was so great that it knocked him straight from head to toe.

The dead soul screamed, and fell down with a scorched body.

Along with that ray of light rushed in, there was also a faint white figure, that white figure was light and light, like a piece of snow falling into the mortal world, it suddenly froze all the hostility around it.

When the light faded away, Zhaotai and others could see who came clearly.

"Huh? You're here too, that's great, then it's easy to handle."

It was Qingyue who came. Just now when he flew over the Ten Thousand Souls Pagoda with his sword, he inadvertently crashed and destroyed the enchantment around the tower, which alarmed the Hades guarding the Ten Thousand Souls Pagoda.

It's just that the strength gap between the two sides was too great, Qingyue made a few random tricks, and beat the Hades to their knees. He also carefully read the inscription on the stone tablet at the foot of the Wanhun Pagoda.

The inscription is of course a description and praise of the Tower of Ten Thousand Souls, so he understood it, and stopped entangled with the group of three-legged cat Hades, waved a divine power and led himself to break the tower gate.

Zhaotai was baffled by Qingyue's eyes, and asked with some embarrassment: "Uh, what are you talking about?"

"It's like this..." Qingyue gently opened the bag of things that he had been holding in his hand all the time, and explained the purpose of coming to Zhaotai in a few words.

"So, the slag gang is really gone?" Jasmine listened to Qingyue's narration, her face changed drastically, and she could hardly believe her ears, and then asked: "Is the perpetrator the alien ghost?"

"That's right, they seem to have another organization called... Alien Church."

"Haha... Alien Hall..."

Suddenly, Lu Hua's old voice sounded leisurely, his tone was obviously self-deprecating, but when he felt that the eyes of the people around him were all focused on him, he immediately restrained him from speaking. expression.

"Lu Hua, do you know something?" Zhao Taifa asked.

"Huh? Is there no one to take care of my business? Hurry up and let this young couple get their wish, and I'm still in a hurry to save Nanshan."

Qing Yue hurriedly shook the brocade package in his hand, and said dissatisfied.

"By the way! Is Nanshan safe now?" Jasmine's thoughts spanned so far that both Qingyue and Zhaotai were startled.

This focus is too fast, it's true love.

"Cough... I, I'm here, but," Qingyue said with a grin, "Dong Li went there in person, so it should be the other party who should consider whether he's safe or not..."

Zhaotai cleared his throat, and seemed to want to turn the topic to the main topic, and said right away: "Brother Qingyue, there are some problems in the collection of the ecstasy book and the soul-inducing lamp. In order to investigate these clearly, therefore, I am afraid that it will not be possible to handle the matter of attracting ordinary dead souls for a while."

Speaking of this, Zhaotai pondered for a while, then turned around suddenly and strode into the resting room. After looking around, he ran out quickly and flew straight to the top of the tower.

Jasmine and Qingyue didn't know what he meant by this move, they just looked up blankly to see his figure getting smaller and smaller, and when it finally reached the top of the tower, it was almost the size of a wheatgrass.

Immediately, the wheat light grew bigger and bigger, and Zhaotai turned into a golden spot of light and suddenly fell from the sky. With a flash of light, Zhaotai's figure appeared, and his face became very ugly.

He looked at Lu Hua coldly, and asked, "A gang has been wiped out, why didn't I see the same number of soul-inducing lamps?"

What Zhaotai saw in the quiet room just now were only a few dozens of extinguished soul-inducing lamps, but when he flew up to the sky and saw the lamps placed in the round pavilion inside the tower, none of them went out for a while.

Although the Slag Gang has an indecent name, it has a relatively large influence, and it is one of the best gangs in the entire Northwest District. Most of the usual actions are righteous, and they have a good reputation in the Northwest District.

"Lu Hua! I order you to explain clearly to me immediately! What happened to the Wanhun Pagoda? Otherwise... I will let your son not survive tonight..." When Zhaotai said the last sentence, his eyes were like Two sharp blades mercilessly pierced into Lord Soul Master's heart.

"Xiaguan..." Lu Hua's legs went limp again involuntarily. His seriously ill son was indeed his deathbed.

Lu Hua kowtowed heavily on the ground, looked straight at the floor, and said in a deep voice: "Master Pluto, this official is guilty, this official deserves to die, this official is willing to receive all punishments, even if I throw this official into the endless hell, forever It’s okay not to be reincarnated, but please don’t hurt my son, my son was congenitally disabled when he was a human being, how can he endure the coldness of the underworld after death, Lord Pluto... I beg you to show mercy..."

"Shut up!" Zhaotai kicked Lu Hua on the back, pressed him firmly to the floor, and said angrily, "I don't want to be kind to you. Usually, one or two of you neglect your duties and do not do your job properly. This seat can still Shinobi, but where is this Ten Thousand Souls Pagoda? This is the root of the underworld! It’s not enough to have a fake book now, but even the soul-inducing lamps are all out of order?”

Zhaotai's full of anger formed countless fierce winds around him, blowing the dead souls floating in mid-air to screaming, and started flying around the tower in groups of three or four, fearing that they would be killed by those ghosts. The gang wind blew away what little soul he had left.

Qingyue raised his eyes and saw Jasmine standing aside, and saw from her slightly uncomfortable expression that she should be reluctant to deal with it, so he quietly moved two steps over, and stood in front of her empathetically.

"My lord Pluto, I can explain it! I can explain it!" The clothes on Lu Hua's body were torn layer by layer, and the light blue soul energy had begun to slowly bleed from the wound that was scratched by the wind.

"Come on, go to the Nether Palace and call Ning Sha over!" Zhaotai glanced sideways at Jasmine, immediately suppressed the fierce aura scattered all over his body, grabbed a dead soul that flew in front of him, and gave a heavy blow. Throw it out the door.

The dead soul dragged its long tail that was scraped like cotton wool, got up from the ground in embarrassment, and hurriedly flew towards the Nether Palace.

"Lord Pluto, Lord Ning Cha didn't know about this matter, it was all done by the lower officials alone." Lu Hua looked at the open door of the Wanhun Pagoda, and immediately waved his hands and said, "It's just that the lower officials really have no way out..."

"I don't want to listen to you now. Whether he knows or not is up to you to argue."

Zhaotai has never lost his trust in Ning Cha, but the Wanhun Pagoda has been standing in the territory of the Nether Division. He wants to know, Lu Hua, who is neither a god nor a fairy, and is not even a native dead soul, how did he use it? What kind of method is able to deceive the world under Shangxian Ningsha's nose.

(End of this chapter)