Lingshan

Chapter 125 Lingshan

Maybe you can try to pull them into Ranshan's illusion again, maybe you can lift the restriction that traps them.

However... it is also possible that they have been targeted, and he escaped because of his special physique. If we put them into an illusion again, I wonder if the people or supernatural powers trapping them will notice——

Li Wuxiang glanced at Wu Hao, who was also frozen by the wall, gritted his teeth, climbed over the wall and jumped into the backyard of the family next door.

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"Okay, I agree. Brother Zeng, please tell me first -"

Li Wuxiang's voice faded, and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was. Zeng Jianqiu was stunned, and immediately turned to look around. Then he raised his hand and touched the place where Li Wuxiang was standing just now, but he didn't touch anything.

Pan Muyun and Helianji were both surprised: "...him?!"

Zeng Jianqiu immediately turned to look at the sky - it had been dawn just now, and a fiery red morning glow appeared on the horizon. Looking again at this time, the morning glow was still there, but the color was no longer orange, but turned into bright red. Then it moved quickly towards the direction of Coffin City. In two or three breaths, the sky above Coffin City had turned into a blood red. But the red light seemed to be just a layer on the ceiling, and there was nothing unusual about the light shining on the four people.

Zeng Jianqiu took a breath: "It's not him, it's us... He made it?!"

After saying this, he immediately ran to the wall and jumped on top of it. Pan Muyun and Helianji followed. When the three of them stood on the wall, they found that the surroundings were as quiet as a dead city. When they looked next door, the free-range chickens in the backyard and the few vegetables beside the wall were all gone, leaving only the houses. , walls, and floors are brand new and smooth, as if they were newly built.

Here, they could see outside the city - it should have been a dense forest and the road they came from, but now, there were only mountains one after another hidden in the thick red fog. Those mountains were also dark red, as if they were made of blood. Mountain!

Helianji took a breath: "What are we..."

Zeng Jianqiu pulled out the dagger from his waist and scratched the palm of his hand - a small cut was made, but no blood flowed out. With a little luck, the wound disappeared immediately.

"In Lingshan." He jumped off the wall and stood on the street, looking around, "How could it be so fast?"

Pan Muyun also frowned: "How many years has it been since Coffin City was built? More than 150 years? Now they have arrived at Lingshan Mountain? How many people have they sent to Coffin Mountain... Is the True Form Sect planning to come again?"

Helian Ji was stunned: "You mean-"

Pan Muyun nodded: "If you think about the worst, the True Form Sect is about to expand again. No wonder it's been so difficult to recruit true spirits near Deyang these years!"

In just a few words, the ground became wet.

The smell and stench of blood began to spread, and blood soaked in the gaps between the stone slabs on the street. Starting from the corner, bloodshot threads began to spread to the walls and houses, and the howling wind began to echo in my ears.

Then the blood completely overflowed onto the road. In the thick liquid, something was squirming and struggling below the ground, as if trying to break free. Outside the coffin city, whirlpools emerged one after another in the thick black blood mist. Palm prints and claw marks continued to appear and disappear in the void, as if there were more invisible things scratching and trying to rush into the coffin. Coming from the city... something seems to be attracting them.

Zeng Jianqiu turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the Mountain Lord's Mansion.

The entire Coffin City is built on the slope below Coffin Mountain. Although the Mountain Lord's Mansion is only a three-story castle, the terrain is higher. Several of them were at the very edge of the coffin city, so at this time, they could see the roof of the castle in the distance.

In the blood-red sky above the roof, a vortex slowly appeared, stirring up the thick red clouds into lines. But what shines through the lines is not skylight, but a deeper darkness. The space around the building began to become distorted under the black light, as if the road had been exposed to the scorching sun in summer——

A figure suddenly appeared at the top of the castle, like a stone dropped into the calm water. On the street covered in blood, countless black wooden coffins suddenly surfaced from the ground with the appearance of this man. After a moment of stillness, a violent roar erupted from the coffins entangled with iron ropes. A pair of pale, twisted coffins with twisted nails. His hands poked out from the gap in the coffin lid that was shaken open, scratching outwards.

Viewed from this distance, the figure at the top of the castle is very small. But when Zeng Jianqiu and the other two people looked intently, the figure became extremely clear, as if they were right in front of them.

He stood with his hands behind his hands, his expression cold, and his robes fluttered in the blood mist, making a fierce sound. After meeting Zeng Jianqiu's gaze, he was silent for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and pressed down slightly. The wooden coffins crowded in the streets immediately calmed down.

"Traitor." He spoke, and his voice seemed to ring in the ears of the three of them, "Thirty-three years ago, you rebelled and left Coffin City, and now you are back. Do you still want to leave?"

Zeng Jianqiu took a deep breath and spoke loudly: "Master Wu! I am already a disciple of the Sword Sect, so naturally I want to go out!"

"Disciple of the Sword Sect." Wu Meng sneered, "Look at what you look like now! You could have ascended to a wonderful realm and lived as long as heaven and earth! But now your youth and longevity have been exhausted, and you are full of twilight. What a great disciple of the Sword Sect!"

Then he pointed to the outside of the city: "You want to go out? Okay! Outside is the Lingshan Mountain, and countless resentful ghosts are waiting to eat your soul. If you go out now, you are destined to be destroyed in body and soul. You have to stay in this city. Here, have you seen these many coffin spirits? You and your companions will be destroyed physically and mentally!"

"Now you still have a chance - you have abolished your own cultivation, but you should still remember the ability of the Five Mountains True Form Sect. Now in this city, as long as you have the same thoughts in your mind, I will lend you my magical power. Kill these two "Taiyi's remnant, if you find the third one, I can still find a way to restore your cultivation and help you return to the path!"

Zeng Jianqiu laughed twice: "Since I have become a swordsman, will I still be greedy for life and afraid of death? As for whether I can return to my path, Lord Wu, I have been your son for more than ten years. I don't know what you want. What? What you want is not me, but no one to disobey! It’s a pity that you can’t do it today!”

Wu Mengchen, who was at the top of the tower, was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Why, are you aware that you have already spread the news here, so are you planning to die generously?"

He raised his hand, and a blood shadow fell from the ceiling into his palm. It looked exactly like the hen with feathers that they had let fly before: "In this Coffin City boundary, if I don't allow it, nothing can be done." You can get out. That's right, what I want is no one to disobey--it's still that chance. I'll lend you my magical power and you kill the two remnants of Taiyi, and I'll let you go out of Coffin City to spread the news you want to spread. At this time, how do you choose?”