Chapter 7 Chapter 7: Ghosts linger, blaming the dark void

After Sedum cast this shocking sword, he fell from the clouds.Before he could stand still, Sedum felt dizzy and dizzy, and fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, falling into a coma that lasted for several days.He had just used strength beyond his own limit, and the sequelae soon followed.However, after experiencing such a wonderful battle, when he wakes up again, his understanding of Taoism and power will definitely reach an unprecedented height. As for other people's views on Sedum's miraculous performance, there is not much to say, except that there were different opinions at the beginning, but soon everyone agreed: such a bizarre performance of Sedum, of course, is the manifestation of the founder of the Shushan School!If it wasn't for the spirit possession of the Shushan Patriarch who founded the sect with the Suppressing Demon Sword in his hand, could there be any other explanation for the situation just now?

Sedum fell into a coma, in a sense, fell into a quiet state.These days, there is a miserable wind and bitter rain on the Shu Mountain.It can be said that in hundreds of years, the Taoist sect in the world has never suffered such heavy losses. Although the Taoist sect who came from afar suffered a loss of manpower, the one who suffered the most was the Shushan faction of the host!Not to mention that the magnificent Chongtai Pavilion was damaged countless times, and nearly seventy disciples of the sect were killed or injured!This was an unprecedented blow to the Shushan faction, the leader of the Taoist sect in the world!The Shushan Taoist sect, which has always been noble and open-minded, has been shrouded in a gloomy cloud these days.

Most of the disciples were sad and felt that the master's sect had suffered unprecedented heavy losses, but there were also a few people who did not think this way.When cleaning up the mess was coming to an end, Xu Changqing called together the elders of the various sects on behalf of the head master, and conveyed to them a strange opinion of the head of Qingwei: "This catastrophe of monsters, very few people died, I am very worried..." This sentence sounds very impersonal at first.Why do you still think that there are few dead in your own family?But what kind of person are everyone present here, after thinking about it, I can understand what the head of Qingwei is referring to.This indiscriminate disaster was firstly planned by the evil sword fairy with a strange origin, and took all the troubles to tamper with the forbidden area of ​​Shushan Mountain. Afterwards, when the elites of the Taoist sect gathered together, they triggered the mechanism, and the ancient relic Stonehenge summoned the demon army that belonged to the ancient prehistoric thing. .Such unheard-of things happened one after another in Shushan, but there were not many dead people in the end-no one believed that the whole thing would end here.No one knows what Xie Jianxian and the others want to do next.In this world, the most terrifying thing is the unknown!

This catastrophe has indeed left too many unsolved mysteries.What is the intention of Xie Jianxian?Is it driven by people?What is the origin of the ancient Stonehenge in the forbidden area of ​​Shushan?What kind of unknown danger will it contain?How could there be a prehistoric monster that has never been seen before?What is the origin of the evil spirit at the head who claims to be the "Lord of Fog Soul"?Is he dead?What does that last sentence before disappearing mean?What is "our time has come"?Why did Zhen Yaojian borrow a young disciple who hadn't started to show his power at a critical moment? What is the relationship between this ancient heavenly weapon and this matter?

All kinds of unsolved mysteries weigh heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.There are many clues that can't be thought about carefully. If you think about it a little bit, the deduction may really make people crazy! Therefore, at the height of Qingwei's head, when looking at such a major issue, the specific number of deaths is not a problem, but why there are more or fewer deaths is the problem! After Xu Changqing passed on these words, he saw that all the gentlemen present had serious expressions on their faces, and hurriedly said to everyone: "It's enough for everyone to be aware of the worries of Master Qingwei. There are many things that should be kept in mind. This time everyone returns to the original However, it is better to talk more about the spirit of the founder of the Shushan School possessing the youth, and to boost the morale of the Taoist disciples. In any case, the spirit of the founder of the Shushan School is not far away, and still cares about the Taoists in the world. Disciple Jing Tian's relief from the catastrophe is indeed a matter of joy and congratulations."

After hearing Xu Changqing's words, all the elders nodded in agreement. They were worried at first, but now they feel relieved.At this time, only the young man who was still in a coma and the master of the mist soul who disappeared suddenly knew whether it was the soul of the founder of the Shushan School or not! Let's not talk about the turmoil on the Shushan side, let's talk about the depths of the Twelve Peaks of Wushan not far away.In the dark and deep ravine surrounded by clouds and mist, the master of the fog soul who was pierced by the sword of Shushan Xianjian Jian Hua is hiding in the deepest cave and licking his wounds.It's just that no matter how his terrifying appearance shrouded in black mist changes, the big hole in his chest that was pierced by Sedum's sword in the sky above Shushan Mountain can never be closed.

However, this prehistoric spirit doesn't seem to care about it.When night fell and the surroundings were as dark as ink, he suddenly seemed to be talking to himself, with red eyes shining, and said angrily: "What's going on?! Didn't it mean that this trip will definitely work? Doesn't it mean that we will occupy Shushan from now on?" Is it a great mountain field?" "squeak--" At this time, a miniature reflection of the same shape as his body suddenly appeared at the core of the huge body of the Master of Fog Soul.Under the soul of the Master of Fog Soul, this strange reflection is constantly changing with the changing shape of the master, and it also flashes a faint green light from time to time, which is very scary to watch.After hearing the words of the Mist Soul Lord, this thing that seemed to be the reflection of the soul screamed like a mouse, screaming unhappily in a very unpleasant voice:

"Shut up! You idiot, do you understand what we have done? You just have to do it." Facing the ancient evil spirit, this reflection of the soul turned out to be very condescending. After reprimanding him, he said coldly, " Today's ending is very good!" If at this time, there is a third person watching the conversation between the Master of Fog Soul and himself in the body, it will definitely feel very strange and creepy! "Uh……" Facing the ruthless scolding from the weird reflection in his body, the Master of Fog Soul accepted it calmly.However, he still didn't understand. Why did he say that the ending was good when he came back today?

If you are confused in your heart, you don’t need to ask, the green reflection of your soul has already answered: "It is true to say that you are an idiot! After today’s disturbance, the strongest of the current human race on Mount Shu are all flustered. Isn't this kind of soul confusion the best nourishment for me and Xie Jianxian? It won't be long before we can..." When he was a bit complacent, this strange soul reflection took advantage of the excitement and blurted out another meaningful sentence: "Even if I don't have a full meal today, let that kid... yes, yes, we—"

As soon as he said this, the low and piercing whistling sound of the strange reflection suddenly stopped.His expression was vigilant, as if he almost missed something, he was still looking around in the huge body of the Master of Fog Soul surrounded by black haze, as if he was afraid of being overheard. "What's the matter with that kid?" The Lord of the Fog Soul didn't know what to do, and asked naively, "That brat actually dared to hurt me with the sword of gallbladder, it's a great shame to me! How can you say it is good?" "Idiot!" Soul Reflection scolded mercilessly, "You can't even figure out the previous one, and it's even more impossible for you to understand this one. It's useless to say it!"

After saying this, the Mist Soul Lord, who was still eager to try and full of doubts and questions, suddenly became drowsy, and soon turned into a thin black mist, scattered into the thousands of holes in the gully here middle.In a blink of an eye, this ravine was covered in mist, and it became no different from the ravines in other places in Wushan. However, over Wushan, which had returned to normal, in that endless dark void, there was a faint mocking sneer that suddenly reverberated...