I can't be a demon

The meat mountain is likely to go to the deep level of the ghost market.

"Ghost market?"

Shen Lian frowned slightly and asked Zuo Yan to send people to guard the first and second levels of the ghost market. Don't rush in and wait until he comes out.

"It is said that in the deep level of the ghost market, staying there will consume a lot of life."

After he learned that it would consume life, he never considered entering the ghost market again. After all, the life span that a warrior can get when he is promoted is very limited.

"I don't know what the meat mountain is made by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but it hides in the deep level of the ghost market, and even I can't do anything about it."

Shen Lian has always suspected that the ghost market is the path to the underworld.

Now it seems to prove this point.

The magical taboos of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva may require a large number of ghosts to play, and go to the ghost market to collect and dispatch ghost soldiers and generals.

"Forget it, no matter how many ghosts come, they are just food, and the first one to come out should be Di Ting."

Ka Ka Ka.

Shen Lian's consciousness fell into a half-asleep and half-awake state again, and countless roots wrapped around his body.

Chapter 287 Sixth-level Occupation [Unbounded Corpse Tree]

Just after the hot summer, it is the autumn harvest season in September.

Unlike in the past, the temperature that should be suitable has unknowingly approached the freezing point, and it has already had a taste of deep winter soon after the beginning of autumn.

And only in the Yanshan area can such anomalies occur.

Fortunately, all the people practice martial arts, even young children can play outside in single clothes, and the crops have been harvested and sorted early.

"There is always something wrong."

After reading the files collected from various towns, Zuo Yan felt that the storm was coming.

He asked Li Shun, Zhu Yihong, and Wang Xin, three alchemists, to stay in the other towns of Yanshan, but the uneasiness in his heart did not diminish at all.

"It will take at least seven or eight years for the Little Leiyin Temple to be born. Why are there clues everywhere?"

Zuo Yan left the government office irritably and walked aimlessly in Yanliang Town.

The cold wind blew in his face, mixed with the sound of vendors hawking and the complaints of the people whispering to each other. This year's winter came too early.

Zuo Yan pondered the information he saw in the file.

Although the [Mountain Moving Case] ​​had been settled not long ago and there were no more mountain activations, after an investigation by the government, it was found that the Mountain Moving Case was far more complicated than imagined.

Not only the Yanshan Mountains, but a total of six mountain ranges had activated mountains.

If marked on a map, the six mountain ranges were in various directions of the Yanshan Mountains, involving thirty-seven towns and nearly two hundred villages.

According to the miners' description, the meat mountain was filled with corpses.

If it was true, all the mountains combined would have at least tens of millions of corpses, which is ten times the total population of the towns involved.

It was incredible, what kind of battle was the Little Leiyin Temple? ! !

It was still early for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to be born, and there was such a precursor just for Di Ting. It was hard to imagine what kind of demons would be dancing in a few years.

Zuo Yan had been wandering in the mountains for more than half a month before, and had never seen the mountains activated with his own eyes.

The existing clues were also provided by mortals.

Zuo Yan felt powerless. He originally thought that he was only half a step away from the Eight Realms of Divine Travel, and he could move freely no matter what cave he faced.

"Alas, what can I do? Mortals are mortals after all."

"Myna has been missing recently, and the mountain god (banyan tree) is obviously sleeping. I hope Yanshan will not be in danger, otherwise..."

Zuo Yan gave up the idea.

Even if the main guardian ghosts and gods are not there, the other ghosts and gods are all very advanced.

The Zhenjun who sits in the Zhong Kui Temple has reached a Taoist level of 4,000 years not long ago, and Shen Lian's two sisters have at least 3,000 years of Taoist level.

Even the two fish spirits in the courtyard of the pawnshop are evil spirits.

Zuo Yan stopped and the sky darkened unknowingly.

The full moon was hanging high in the sky, and the streets and alleys were still brightly lit, but a thin layer of fog and frost had formed on the ground.

He looked stunned and looked at Lantian Street not far away.

Perhaps he had been thinking about the case of moving the mountain, and Zuo Yan instinctively came to the entrance and exit of the former ghost market.

There has been no ghost market in Yanshan for several years, mainly because when Bage set foot on the ten thousand year Taoist practice, he cleared all the ghost markets within a thousand miles.

"Master Shen mentioned that the meat mountain is likely to be hidden deep in the ghost market."

"There are many Jinwu guards sent by the government to the first two levels. They have not noticed the abnormality of the ghost market. I don't know if it is true or false."

Zuo Yan looked up at the full moon, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. The entrance and exit of the ghost market are usually open on the 15th of each month.

Tonight...isn't it September 15th?

Zuo Yan's heart was beating wildly, and the Dao infant in his dantian kept warning.

The cold wind was howling, and there were already some goose feather snow falling. The temperature dropped sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching the freezing point within a few breaths.

The cold wind blowing in the face caused the ground to form fog and frost.

Something abnormal must be wrong!

Zuo Yan hurriedly took out the token and was about to notify the local Jinwu guards to evacuate the people. Suddenly, there was a strange smell in the cold wind.

It smelled like a corpse, mixed with the pungent smell of decaying mold.

Rumble.

Zuo Yan saw with his own eyes that bones were squeezed out of the ground drills, and countless bones were pieced together to form a giant doorway in a short time.

[Ghost Market] was open.

Unlike the ghost market in his impression, it seemed extremely lonely inside.

There was no market, no ghosts for ransom, and no Jinwu Guards were seen coming and going. There were only endless piles of bones in the bone doorway.

While Zuo Yan was stunned, the houses were all covered in silver.

"Cough cough cough."

The whole Lantian Street was coughing at the same time. Regardless of whether they practiced martial arts or not, the people were infected with cold at the same time.

Then, the streets separated from Lantian Street also began to be infected with cold.

Zuo Yan retreated continuously. The wind and cold were spreading along the streets. At the same time, people were coughing and experiencing strange symptoms after contracting the disease.

His pupils were bloodshot, his skin became red and swollen, and his tongue coating turned black.

They covered their heads as if they were in pain and had a splitting headache.

Zuo Yan took a breath. The entrance and exit of the ghost market in front of him was definitely not simple. It might even lead directly to the deeper levels.

He rushed towards the nearest person, staring at the moment when the latter was infected with the cold.

The left pupil is slightly contracted.

The people felt like the demon's aura entered their bodies, and they could clearly feel their breathing stagnating, and then the symptoms spread from their heads to their body and limbs.

After his head was filled with wind and cold, his face became extremely ferocious.

Before Zuo Yan leaned over to check, an indescribable chill entered his mouth and nose, and the coldness poured straight into the Niwan Palace, as if...as if he was experiencing a body snatching, and the pain was beyond words.

He fell to his knees, unable to muster any strength.

The problem is that there is nothing demonic about it inside or out.

roar! ! !

There was resentment rising in the Zhongkui Temple. The Ghost Father appeared in the air holding a nine-tooth rake and transformed into the True Lord Tianpeng.

"Disperse!"

The nine-tooth rake smashed hard, forcing the cold wind back to the entrance and exit of the ghost market.

The ghost girl looked worried and shook Yutu's shoulders, "Sister Yutu, please help some dads."

"Yes, I am my sister!"

Jade Rabbit proudly picked up a handful of branches, and after activating his magical power, the branches turned into radishes one after another, and the strong medicinal fragrance overflowed.

"Nian'er, catch two fat fish from the pond."

"Got it."

She found the tool from nowhere, sat down cross-legged and started pounding the medicine.

It can be seen that Jade Rabbit's Taoism has just recovered to about 7,000 years, and its peak period must be more than 10,000 years, or even more than 20,000 years.

After a while, Nian'er came back holding the tails of two silly fishes.

"Sister, how to kill!"

Ba Bo'er Ben shivered, and Bo Ben'er Ba quickly said: "Two great kings, we have sacrificed our lives for the young master's family, don't kill us!"