Lu San's Nuo Dance is ancient and desolate.
Every time you step on the road, you feel like you are stepping on time.
Every time I slap my chest, it feels like beating an ancient war drum.
All the paper money has been turned into ashes, but Nuo Dance is still going to the end.
The reason is very simple. This is not a simple dance, but a primitive ritual to communicate with the underworld and channel the evil energy of the earth. With the power of dance, it drives away the invisible illusion.
Once interrupted, Lu San will suffer backlash.
Boom!
Finally, as Lu San slapped his chest for the last time, his whole body suddenly stopped.
His face was slightly pale and his body swayed.
Here Nine Gates Yin Ruins, he only performs the technique with the body of Yin Soul, which is obviously not easy.
Wu Ba behind him quickly stepped forward to support him.
Lin Yu, Kuai Dayou and Kong Shangzhao all felt relieved, and the last sticky feeling that restrained Divine Soul completely disappeared.
"Brother Lu brother... what a powerful Nuo technique!"
Fatty Lin smiled awkwardly and quickly stepped forward to flatter him.
He knew that he had caused a lot of trouble this time.
Lu San ignored Fatty Lin. After breathing for a while, his eyes swept like a hawk towards the Jiaoziwu Hall where his true appearance was revealed.
"It's not just a paper charm..."
He pinched Mystical Gestures with his hand, moved his ears slightly, and said in a deep voice, "This place is a bureau in itself, a very deep formation barrier."
The concealment formation was broken, and he could hear more abnormalities.
Wu Ba strode forward without saying a word.
The palm like a cattail leaf stroked the thick corridor pillar, and then suddenly struck hard!
Boom!
A dull and loud sound echoed, and the wooden pillar did not move at all.
However, the patent leather on the surface fell off, revealing the dark red rotten wood underneath.
"What is this?" Lu San frowned.
Fatty Lin behind him was also full of confusion and shook his head. "I have never seen it before. This place is different from the outside world. I don't know where the monster found it."
Not only that, when everyone took a closer look, they also found more abnormalities.
The seemingly ordinary cracks in the blue bricks on the ground were filled with brick mud mixed with cinnabar and some kind of black powder. Although it had dried up long ago, there was a faint trace of Yin Energy.
In the corner, a few inconspicuous pieces of broken porcelain were not scattered randomly.
The angle it is placed coincides with the direction of the Nine Palaces, and even the beams look like coffin lids.
"This formation... is not simple!"
After all, Kuai Dayou is a well-known Daoist craftsman, and he is the most sensitive to these materials and mechanisms. He got closer to identify them carefully, "Using the chaotic energy of the ghost market itself as a cover, the real trap is hidden under a layer of illusion. Court of the Imperial Clan Those magic weapons can only be seen in the ghost market and cannot be noticed here at all."
As he said that, he shook his head reluctantly, "I've never seen this special girl before."
"If Brother Brother Lu hadn't broken the paper charm, I'm afraid these formations would have been difficult to detect."
Kong Shangzhao swallowed, "This is specially set up to wait for someone to track down the clues of Nuo God Tomb... it's Zhao Qingxu!"
"Let's go."
Lu San interrupted their surprise and looked at the tightly closed and inconspicuous carved wooden door at the back of the Jiaoziwu Hall.
The place on the lintel where the plaque should have been hung is empty.
Only the animal-faced door knockers on both sides of the door panel had faint scorch marks remaining.
"The clue should be behind the door, which is probably the ultimate purpose of this formation - to hide the scene from back then." He took a deep breath, and the energy flowed around him, "Be careful!"
Wu Ba walked in front and pushed open the heavy wooden door.
The moment the door opened, a huge sound suddenly hit us!
The light and shadow in front of everyone's eyes were violently distorted and reshaped.
In an instant, they seemed to be swept away by the torrent of time and space, and they were forced from the dead silence of Jiao Ziwu to a battlefield where the heaven and earth were overturned.
I saw an ancient and dilapidated temple standing on the bank of Huitong River.
The surrounding ground was full of corpses, including soldiers, people from the world, and Daoist priests.
Far away on the opposite bank of the river stands a high altar.
The wind was howling, the fog was rolling, and only a few figures could be seen vaguely.
Some of them were stepping on Yubu, some were holding magic weapons, and there was a purple robe phantom at the top, holding Law Sword, shouting to the sky, "Eastern Qi combines with the liver, South Qi combines with the heart. Western Qi combines with the lungs, North Qi combines with the kidneys. The thunder in the sky is faint, and the four households are distinct. The male thunder and lightning female, Wind Master and Rain Master. They are coming when you hear the call, don't stop for a long time..."
This is the authentic thunder method of Daoism, and it can only be used by Daoism masters.
Everyone knows that this is the key scene in the Former Dynasty Da Xing years when Xuanmen masters worked together to suppress Nuo God Tomb "Chief of the Evil Omens".
The energy of the earth's veins is rioting, so it is imprinted in Nine Gates Yin Ruins.
Boom!
A bolt of thunder suddenly fell, shaking the sky.
Lu San It's okay to say, Liangzi Lake has already experienced it.
But Fatty Lin and others were stunned.
The most rude person is Wu Ba.
He was naturally afraid of thunder, and his whole body trembled with fear.
But the most shocking sight is still in the middle of the temple.
I saw a huge, hideous stone beast-head-shaped coffin that had been forcibly "pulled out" from the foundation.
Among Stone Coffin, it must be "Chief of the Evil Omens".
On the top of the animal coffin, there is also a huge wooden stake inlaid.
The wooden pile was charred black but had a golden glow, giving it an aura of timeless vicissitudes.
After being struck by lightning, it emitted a red glow, like a red-hot iron drill.
"That's...Peach Mountain Wood!"
Lin Yu exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the sacred tree.
Boom!
As if in response to his words, the thunder fell again.
In an instant, the entire sky in Yinxu was illuminated by pale and dazzling electric light.
A blazing white thunderbolt as thick as a mountain ridge, carrying the supreme power to destroy all evils, penetrated straight down from the nine heavens, and accurately struck the huge beast coffin nailed by Peach Mountain Wood.
The moment the thunder exploded, the dazzling white light swallowed up the entire scene.
Lu San and others had to squint their eyes, and even vaguely felt the burning pain of Divine Soul.
You know, this was my impression at the time.
The lightning dispersed, and the huge beast head, together with the ruins of the temple, completely collapsed and were buried.
"Ah..."
Fatty Lin looked disappointed, "Could it be... that it's been destroyed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.
"Whoosh whoosh--!"
The piercing sound of cracking the air like Poisonous Bee Swarm broke the dead silence after the lightning strike.
Countless arrows flashing with cold light shot out from the thick fog on the other side of the Huitong River.
The target is the Xuanmen Daoist who has just exhausted his strength on the altar.
"Enemy attack! Protect..."
Before the purple-robed Daoist screamed, a heavy arrow as thick as a child's arm penetrated his shoulder blade, causing him to stagger backward and fall from the height of the altar.
More arrows turned into deadly locusts, covering the entire altar.
The river beach was instantly reduced to a Shura field.
The Daoist priests who had just used flesh and blood as a guide and united their minds with heaven and earth to summon the divine thunder, now became the weakest prey.
The rain of arrows was dense, blocking the light, penetrating the monk's robe, tearing the skin and flesh, and the muffled sound of being nailed into the ground was intertwined with the scream of death.
Someone subconsciously offered a protective magical weapon, and as soon as the light came on, it was pierced by several arrows.
Someone staggered and tried to form a formation, but was instantly shot into a hedgehog.
Lin Yu was so frightened that he suddenly shrank his neck and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, as if the cold arrow had passed by his scalp.
Lu San's pupils shrank suddenly, he held down Wu Ba who was about to rush out, and said in a deep voice, "It's an illusion, those people died hundreds of years ago..."
Having said that, the oppressive feeling of killing is so real that it hurts to the bone.
The sound of hooves is like thunder, and the iron current breaks through the fog.
The thick fog rolled in and was trampled hard by iron hooves.
Groups of cavalry in chaotic attire surged out. The horses were thin and long-haired, their faces were scarred by wind and frost, but their eyes shone with a ferocious light that was almost like that of beasts.
It is Golden Horde Wolf Country, the most fierce sentry striker!
They have obviously been dormant for a long time, waiting for the moment when the Xuanmen elites are exhausted.
What was even more suffocating was the dozens of strange figures that emerged immediately after.
These people are all born with different appearances, and their auras are sinister and threatening.
Some people's arms are naked, but what is wrapped around them is not muscles and tendons, but dark, slender black shadows that are constantly squirming and contracting...
Some people's faces are as pale as paper, and their eyes are only deep black holes...
There is also a man who is as tall and thin as a bamboo pole. His knees bend weirdly in the opposite direction when he walks. Every time he takes a step, the soil under his feet becomes smelly and gray...
These guys are demons who practice evil arts at first glance.
The leader, however, had the most ordinary figure. He only wore an old Daoist robe that had been washed white, his beard and hair were all white, his face was fair and fairy-like, and he was incompatible with the ferocious surroundings.
"Zhang HuaiSu--!"
The dying purple-robed Daoist's eyes were about to burst, and he choked out hot blood foam from his mouth. He stared at the Old Taoist, and his voice broke through the din of the battlefield, "You are a thief, God will not tolerate you!"
Old Taoist walked slowly to the river beach, turning a blind eye to the Daoist corpses all over the ground.
He glanced at Nuo God Temple, who was chopped beyond recognition, smiled slightly, and then turned to the purple-robed Daoist. His voice was unusually gentle, but every word was like an ice pick:
"My fellow Daoist, this is wrong. The Daoist road can only be walked alone, so what do you mean by fellow Daoists? Under the way of heaven, everyone can be used as firewood. But you, because you don't know the number of heaven, you have such a calamity."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and robes, and several pale talisman papers spontaneously ignited without fire and flew out.
"You... you will be punished by God!!"
The purple-robed Daoist cursed with all his strength, and was immediately ignited by the phosphorus fire.
"It's Zhao Changsheng!"
Lu San frowned, and murderous intent rose in his eyes.
The previous life of Zhao Changsheng was this Ghost Sect Leader Zhang HuaiSu.
The other party at this time is none other than Golden Horde Wolf Country National Teacher.
Unexpectedly, I haven't touched the shadow of Zhao Changsheng yet, but I have seen its past life.
Twelve Yuan Chen, this person has long been a life-and-death rival.
The blood is steaming in the thick fog, and Zhang HuaiSu's white beard is stained with a few scarlet colors.
With a flick of his fingertips, the phosphorus fire that burned the purple-robed Daoist quickly gathered and dissipated.
"What a 'firewood' saying."
Laughter floated from the river, ripples spread, and a figure stood standing in the water.
The visitor was wearing a moon-white Daoist robe, woven with gold and embroidered cranes, and a jade crown on his head. He was full of nobility.
It is Zhao Qingxu.
He played with three Auspicious Coin in his palm and said with a smile, "Brother Huaisu, this scene of 'driving the tiger and swallowing the wolf'... was it fun to perform?"
"It's still Daoist friend Zhou Quan."
Zhang HuaiSu stroked his beard and smiled and said, "I heard that fellow Daoist escaped from Dragon Tiger Mountain and also took the body of the Daxing royal family. With your ability, Daxing's luck may have come to an end."
"It's a bit troublesome..."
Zhao Qingxu said in a deep voice, "I met a sloppy Daoist who called himself Zhang Sanfeng. He was very difficult to deal with. He saw through my base at a glance. Daxing couldn't stay any longer."
"Zhang Sanfeng?"
Zhang HuaiSu said thoughtfully, "You really have to avoid it."
After that, he smiled and said, "According to the agreement, Mount Taodu Wood belongs to you, and 'Chief of the Evil Omens' belongs to me. Do you want to use this thing to refine weapons?"
Zhao Qingxu glanced lightly, "You don't have to worry about this."
After saying that, he came to the ruins, moved his toes slightly, and kicked away the boulder fragments.
He pulled out a piece of charred wood alone and carried it away.
At the same time, the surrounding light and shadow rotated again.
Before everyone could react, they returned to the ghost market street again.
"Hey~ it was indeed taken away."
Fatty Lin sighed in disappointment, raised his hands to Lu San and said, "Shaoxia Lu, to be honest, something happened at home, and I needed this powerful spirit tree, so I was a little reckless."
"You spoke too early..."
Kuai Dayou next to him had a strange expression on his face, "If it's something else, I can't say, but that piece of wood looks so familiar."
"Where?" Lu San turned to ask directly.
Kuai Dayou also said with a look of disbelief:
"It's right at Caishikou, where the heads are hung after executions!"
A hint of fish-belly white has just appeared on the horizon, and the cool morning fog has not yet dissipated.
Everyone walked out of the tunnel and looked at the city wall in the distance, feeling as if they were in another world.
The bloody killings and paper demons in the ruins still seem to be lingering before our eyes, while the real air is filled with the moisture of the soil after the rain and the silence before the market is about to wake up.
"Let's go!"
Fatty Lin was breathing heavily, with beads of anxious sweat on his round face, "That wood is on the execution platform at Caishikou, on the old post where the head was hung! Zhao Qingxu is so poisonous that it's dark under the light! Who would have thought that a treasure could be hidden in a place like that?"
"It's not wrong, is it, Master Kuai?" Wang Dao Xuan followed closely and asked in a deep voice.
He is guarding the physical body outside and has inquired and learned about everyone's experiences.
Kuai Dayou rubbed his calloused fingers and nodded affirmatively. "You can't be wrong! I can remember the texture of the spirit wood. The traces of fire and thunder must be burnt but not melted."
He walked quickly in the direction of Caishikou and sighed involuntarily, "This Caishikou, hey, I was very familiar with it when I was a child."
"My family was poor, and my parents were very lax. Every time I heard that a big shot was going on a "red mission," I would go with them early to occupy a place, and get under the feet of the crowd, just to watch the excitement."
His voice deepened, "I was still young at that time. I didn't know how to be afraid. I just wanted to see something fresh. The wooden stakes used for the execution were black and shiny. They were made of old cypress wood. They were hard and could withstand machetes and wind and sun. They were soaked in the blood of countless people."
"Later, after listening to it more, I found out that the yamen was very particular about it, saying that this kind of wood with Killing Intent can suppress the soul..."
"It's strange that this thing has been there for countless years and no one has discovered it."
"It must have become Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, and it will hide its aura..."
His words made everyone more anxious and their steps moved faster.
The sky was getting brighter, and scattered vendors began to set up carts along the street.
Their group, headed by Lu San and followed by Wu Ba, was like a silent torrent, passing through the increasingly popular alleys and heading straight for their destination.
Caishikou, finally arrived.
The noisy execution ground of the past now looks empty and silent in the morning light.
The ground is dark brown rammed earth, and even after being washed by rain, it seems that the smell of rust and blood left over from history cannot be washed away.
In one corner of the wide field, there were wooden execution stakes and racks. From a distance, you could see several thick, black pieces of wood Zhu Zi nailed into the mud, with rusty iron rings hung on the tops of the stakes, where the heads were hung for public display.
Everyone's eyes were immediately fixed on the wooden stake that Kuai Dayou said was "the thickest at the north end".
However--
Where "Mount Taodu Wood" should have stood,
Shockingly, only a huge earth hole was left...