City tour of the master of cultivation

Ghost howl hermit's ugly face took a long time to recover. On the one hand, it was because the big ghost niutougui was destroyed, and he suffered some trauma. On the other hand, it was because he was angry with Zhou Yi's words. When did the world become like this? How dare a young child challenge his friars in the foundation period!? There's no one left.

Ye Shutian looked at him. The old ghost guessed the inside story almost. He advised: "old friend, with your ability, can't you find that young man? If this young man is really powerful, isn't he another big ghost in your ghost circle? I don't have any other skills. In Longcheng, I'll help you find the young man you're looking for. "

"Thank you, brother Ye. If he dares to break my business, I will make him live and die. " The ghost howl hermit's thin face without much meat showed a gloomy smile.

Although ghost howling hermit said it was heroic, his heart was beating a drum. As a man grows older, he has less courage, and no longer has the spirit of his youth. Therefore, when he feels that the Tauren he has raised for decades has been killed by his life, he will know that this man is at least in the foundation period, and he is still a young man. Then how much strength background this young man must have, and only a strong strength background can he have Cultivate a young master of foundation building, right?

Ye Shutian and ghost howl hermit drank a few more glasses of wine, and suddenly sighed a long sigh. Ghost howl hermit looked at ye Shutian, he knew that ye Shutian had asked himself, otherwise he would not send a letter to ask him to go down the mountain.

"Lao ye, just tell me what's the matter. You and my brothers have been friends for decades. Do you still have to stammer with me?"

"To tell you the truth, old ghost, this time I've come across something difficult. That's why I'm bothering you." Ye Shutian heavily put the wine cup on the wine table, and then continued to say: "my third grandson Ye Zixing was assassinated a few days ago. I can't find anyone to start with, so I want to catch your brother's cultivation in the ghost path, help me call back the ghost of my poor grandson, and ask for a clear answer."

The ghost howling hermit said, "old friend, you should have told me about this for a long time. Not only will I help you find out who killed your grandson, but I will also help you to take revenge together. "

"Well, thank you first."

"What else do you and my brothers say? By the way, are all the sacrifices ready? "

"Of course. Some of these offerings are the best ones that my grandson usually likes. If you don't dislike them, old friend, you can have them first. "

"Ha ha, it's a pity that I'm not young any more. Once I enter the ghost gate, I'll be inhuman all my life. Ah, no matter how good things are in my eyes, they are just a pile of bones. As for those souls in the smelly skin bag, ah, they can't even produce decent ghosts. Well, drink the wine, and I'll take care of you. Do business first and find the murderer who killed your grandson. "

Ye Shutian nodded and looked at Wu ye, who was standing on the side. Wu Ye knows what ye Shutian means and turns to go out to prepare.

After a while, ye Shutian accompanied the ghost howling hermit and his six disciples to their backyard. The backyard is very broad, close to the moat, very quiet.

In the backyard, Mr. Wu has a lot of things ready. A temporary altar is set up. Next to the altar, there are 18 spirit banners set up according to a fixed formation. These spirit banners are all middle-class magic weapons, which ye Shutian collected at a high price. And on the altar, lies the body of a man, it is Ye Zixing.

The whole altar looks gloomy and terrible. The wind blows by, and it looks so terrible with the night. When ye Shutian looked at the altar, he was worried. The stones set up for the altar are not ordinary stones, but they are made of more than 1000 first-class spirit stones, more than 200 second-class spirit stones, and 50 middle-class spirit stones. The 50 middle-class spirit stones alone are slaughtered by the fat man in yipinlou. The astronomical amount of money makes ye Shutian feel that he can't bear it.

Ghost howling hermit looked at the altar in front of him, very satisfied. Because the stones on the altar are really genuine spirit stones. It's better for the rich people to bring out so many spirit stones at one time for the altar to summon souls.

Ghost howl hermit's eyes turned to the altar. There were seven women kneeling beside the altar. Each woman was as beautiful as a flower, and one of them was quite familiar on TV. Just at this time, these seven women were like lambs to be slaughtered. They were tied under the altar and looked at ye Shutian and ghost howl hermit coming.

These women are young models and actresses who have had a relationship with Ye Zixing. They can be regarded as ye Zixing's beloved. If they sacrifice their souls and blood, their chances of success will be greatly increased. These women's mouths are sealed with transparent tape and their hands and feet are bound. It's hard for them to break free.

"It's the ugly time now. If we don't offer sacrifices, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until after midnight tomorrow." Ghost howl hermit looked up at the sky and said faintly.

"Well, let's invite brother GUI to the stage."The ghost howling hermit nodded and went to the altar. As soon as he went to the altar, the altar lit up. It was like a lighting project. The whole altar became very bright. The aura in the spirit stone began to surge, like a cloud at the foot of the ghost howling hermit. But soon, a stream of black smoke came out of the ghost howling hermit's body, entangled with the aura.

The ghost howling hermit took out a magic weapon shaped like a soul summoning flag. This is his famous magic weapon, the thousand soul ghost flag, which contains thousands of ghosts. The ghost howling hermit waved the thousand ghost flag and kept shaking. At the same time, his mouth began to chant words and recited incantations.

The sky was very clear, but suddenly it became overcast and windy. Everyone felt a strong wind coming. At the same time, the sky and the earth suddenly became a lot dimmer, and it became difficult to see. Especially, the altar was shrouded in darkness.

"Sacrifice!"

With a hoarse order from the ghost howling hermit, several disciples of the ghost howling hermit rushed up, pulled out the ghost knife, and cut off the heads of the seven innocent beautiful women. The blood suddenly rose to the sky. Strangely, not a drop fell to the ground, but they all rushed to the altar. On the altar, the blood light lingers, and a ghost is forming.

The ghost howling hermit's thousand ghost flag shakes, and the sound of crying and howling is heard all the time. In the blood light in the mid air, the vague ghost seems to be inspired by something, and gradually becomes clear, and slowly emerges from the void.

"Zixing, my grandson." Ye Shutian gently called out, and his eyes were full of pain, hatred and pity. Ye Shutian has been less emotional in recent years, but ye Zixing is indeed one of his favorite grandchildren. His love for him has even surpassed that of Ye Zitian, the most talented cultivation freak of the Ye family in hundreds of years. Unexpectedly, the last time ye Zixing was asked to go to Longxing mountain range to find the Sifang Basuo formation left by his ancestors, he was not successful. Instead, he lost his life in Longxing mountain range.

As soon as ye Zixing died, many of the Ye family's industries suddenly lost their backbone and were swallowed up and suppressed by other families and businesses. Ye Shutian knew that the credit of the herdsmen was behind this. He even suspected that the death of Ye Zixing had something to do with the herdsmen, but there was no real evidence. In addition, he was really not ready to have a showdown with the herdsmen, so he was always holding back. Now he wants to know who killed Ye Zixing and whether it was the plan of the herdsmen.

Ye Zixing's soul was summoned by the ghost howling hermit, and some confused people stood in the void. Ye Shutian hurried up a few steps and yelled: "Zixing, grandfather is here. Tell grandfather, who hurt you in the end?"

Ye Shutian's voice was as loud as a bell, and ye Zixing's soul flashed twice. Ghost howl hermit made a slightly calm gesture to ye Shutian, and then guided Ye Zixing's soul into the dead body of Ye Zixing. Ye Zixing's body actually slowly sat up, a pair of eyes also opened, just lifeless.

Ye Zixing's body was cut by Mu Xianxian, so even if it was sewn up, it was very strange to sit up at this time. "Ah, I'm not dead yet?" Ye Zixing made a strange sound.

The ghost howling hermit looked down at Ye Zixing sitting up and said with no expression: "you are dead. I summoned you back from hell with my school's soul summoning method, because your grandfather has something to ask you. You only have one hour, and then you'll be completely out of your mind. "

Ye Zixing's soul has been slowly degenerating these days. He can't remember some things, but he still remembers his grandfather. Looking at his grandfather's complicated eyes coming, ye Zixing wants to stand up, but finds that his lower body doesn't listen to his command, and he can only move his upper body.

"Bitch, I said I would never let you go as a ghost. Now that I'm back, I'll make you pay with blood!" Ye Zixing roared crazily, his upper body was waving his arms, and his lower body was dragging on the ground like a dead snake, which looked terrible and strange.

"Zixing, tell me what happened to you in the Longxing mountains? My grandfather will avenge you Ye Shutian goes to the altar, calms down and asks his grandson, who is separated by Yin and Yang.