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429. Daozi must be buried here!(1/3)

The fog is very thick.

This is the first sense that Dharma images feel after entering this cemetery, and it is also the most obvious one among the many manifestations of this cemetery.

The white mist is hazy.

It is a bit exaggerating to say that you can't see your fingers.

After all, the disciples of Tianyin Temple who are equal to Faxiang are all immortal cultivators with cultivation. Being smart and clear-eyed is just the most basic requirement, and flying in the sky is no problem.

But what makes the Dharma image uneasy is not that part of the vision is blocked, but that he cannot see through what is behind the white fog.

This means his perception was suppressed.

But now that things have come to this point, he has no room for turning back.

Not to mention that he was radicalized, just talking about Qingyun Sect, Fenxiang Gu and others who have been following him now have decided that he cannot act cautiously, and must suppress the uneasiness in his heart and tamper with the bullet and push it up.

This is very clear to the Dharma image.

But this does not mean that he cannot remind his junior brothers.

After reaching out to catch a wisp of mist, analysed it but didn't notice anything, Fa Xiang's face slightly darkened and he whispered:

“These mists are weird!”

"Don't stand too dispersed to avoid getting lost."

"Call as soon as you encounter danger. If you feel that there are no two or more brothers around you, stop immediately, stand in place and call to wait for rescue, and be sure to be vigilant about the surroundings!"

"If I guess well, these fogs may have the ability to create illusions, so even if you see your brothers trapped, don't take action immediately to avoid accidental injuries!"

Several disciples of Tianyin Temple who were standing in the same row with Faxiang nodded and responded in a low voice.

Behind the disciples of Tianyin Temple, the Qingyun Sect led by Lu Xueqi and the Burning Valley led by Dongfangyuan naturally heard the sound of Dharma images. Except for Dongfangyuan, the initiator, still maintaining calmness, everyone else was as if they were facing a great enemy.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Only Li Xun seemed to feel something. He looked at the white mist in front of him with a strange expression, then reached out to capture a strand and put it in his palm to observe.

“Do you feel familiar?”

"It's like your cold soul king Yan?"

Beside me, the sound of Dongfangyuan suddenly rang.

Li Xun was shocked and his body shook unconsciously. Fortunately, his reason was still alive, and he suppressed the subconscious nerve reflexes of many years of fighting. He smiled bitterly and complained helplessly:

"Young Master, please be more at ease!"

"In this environment, it is really possible to scare people to death!"

"However, after hearing what you said, I really felt a strange sense of familiarity, just like a part of my cold soul, cold and soft."

Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao and others looked slightly sideways.

They are already in the middle of the team.

Take on the task of carrying forward the past and starting the future.

If the disciples of Tianyin Temple in front are attacked, they must ensure that they can provide support as soon as possible. In this team, since Lu Xueqi and others have relatively high cultivation, they are naturally in the core area, that is, the place behind the middle of the team.

Further down the road, Dongfang Yuan, Yan Hong and others were.

It can be said that they are all at the first level and ninth level of cultivation.

Abandoning the Eastern Source.

After all, Dongfangyuan has broken through to the second level.

Therefore, although there are several top forces in the first-level ninth level in the forward and the middle, most of the combat power is in the back row.

Li Xun said in a low voice.

Naturally, the Dharma image in front and the Tianyin Temple beside the Dharma image did not hear it, and still kept moving forward at the original speed.

Therefore, Dongfangyuan slightly raises the sound.

After reaching out to catch a wisp of white mist, he sighed:

“You feel right.”

"Because this is the soul shatter of the cultivator."

"Simply put, it is spiritual power."

"You may not know how many elite soldiers the Blood Refining Hall lost in the battle against the Wandu Sect, but just saw the results of the battle."

"In fact, after the battle ended, the Blood Refining Hall directly lost nearly 2,000 people, and this is not counting the number of people who were seriously injured and died in the end. It is the number of people who had lost their life characteristics on the spot!"

"After eliminating the Wandu Sect, in order to eradicate the power of the Wandu Sect, the Blood Refining Hall paid nearly 1,500 lives in the first five years; five years later, it completely accommodated the place into the Blood Refining Hall, but had to face some small frictions between the demons."

"In the past few years, no less than four hundred people have been lost."

"Added a scattered scattered, there are four thousand people."

"In order to set an example for the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall, and to make the names of these victims remember forever, the Blood Refining Hall specially set up this cemetery after the battle to attack the Wandu Sect."

"During Qingming Festival, elite disciples will be summoned to worship."

"So, this cemetery that has more than 4,000 immortal cultivators cannot keep the souls of the dead, but there are still more or less soul debris in the fog, and it continues to suppress everyone's perception."

"After all, even if these four thousand people are dead, their souls have gone with the wind, but the spiritual power left behind is still no problem to suppress dozens of immortal cultivators."

Listening to Dongfang Yuan's calm narration, whether it was Li Xun, Yan Hong, or Lu Xueqi, Tian Ling'er and Qi Hao not far away, they all felt an unspeakable shock.

Four thousand immortal cultivators were buried here!

Even if they are the right way, they have to praise the great work of the Blood Refining Hall!

After all, what the Blood Refining Hall does is different from the rules of all the cultivation sects; the Blood Refining Hall can bury all the victims regardless of their high or low status, while all the other cultivation sects must reach the second level of cultivation before they can enjoy the worship of their younger generations after their death!

Take Qingyun Sect as an example.

Although there are many spiritual signs in the back mountain ancestral hall of Tongtian Peak, looking at the thousands of years of history of Qingyun Sect, it can be confirmed that many disciples have not been included in it!

Otherwise, there would be so many in the ancestral hall.

The lifespan of an immortal cultivator is certainly very long.

But the difficulty of cultivating immortals is also first-class.

After practicing to the current state of Daoxuan, there are not many people in history. Most of the disciples died well after living a hundred years old and were finally properly buried.

After all, this world emphasizes falling leaves return to their roots.

Some disciples were indeed buried in Qingyun Mountain.

Some disciples were brought back to their hometown by their fellow disciples.

A hundred years later, perhaps no one will remember it again.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible to intuitively feel the psychological oppression brought by the cemetery that was picked up by the 4,000 immortal cultivators.

Li Xun's lips twitched slightly.

But I don't know how to evaluate this kind of action.

Dongfang Yuan didn't say much, but just reached out and patted the senior brother on the shoulder, looked into the distance, and added softly:

"The tombstones after these people's death are engraved with their merits and demerits during their lifetime, as well as the epitaphs they chose, or they did not have time to choose."

"Some epitaphs were chosen by them during their lifetime, and were engraved by their companions who had a good relationship with them after their death; some epitaphs were chosen by them before they had time to live. Faced with this situation, the Blood Refining Hall generally has two ways of doing it."

"One is to use their catchphrase."

"A kind of thing is the last sentence that is remembered."

"So some epitaphs look ridiculous and do not match their life experiences, but these are indeed evidence of their existence... not fabricated by later generations."

When Dongfang Yuan heard this, whether it was Lu Xueqi and other Qingyun Sect disciples, Li Xun and Yan Hong, they all felt an unspeakable shock and confusion.

Qi Hao couldn't help but whisper: "Master Shao Gu, if these demons of the Demon Sect do something that hurts the world and is a glorious thing in their impression, then wouldn't such records be hidden from the world?"

"It's like Tianyin Temple?"

Li Xun doesn't have that good temper.

He took out a word from his heart and started to quarrel.

The Dharma Image in front of him couldn't help but stop slightly, frowned and looked back at Dongfang Yuan and others not far behind him, and then asked loudly:

"But what happened?"

"Did the Shao Valley Master have any new orders?"

Li Xun immediately stopped the sound.

Qi Hao couldn't help but show a somewhat embarrassed look.

Dongfang Yuan was very calm, and while walking forward, he replied softly: "Nothing is found, you can continue walking!"

The Dharma responded and turned around to continue exploring the way.

But the sound of Faxiang's answer fell into the ears of Lu Xueqi and others, and it became blurry. Lu Xueqi subconsciously covered her ears, and then realized something was wrong, and turned her head to look at Dongfangyuan.
To be continued...
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