The Way of the Immortal Master

Just as Meng Zhang and the others hurried on their way, the ceremony in that valley also started.

There is an inconspicuous hill in the valley. Ouyang Jian and the others arranged a special altar in front of this hill.

The shape of the altar was weird, and the sacrifices placed in front were full of blood and depravity, which gave the whole altar a gloomy feeling and made people shudder.

Seeing one sacrifice after another being placed in front of the altar, even Duanci, the ghost and god, felt that something was wrong.

Ghost infants, ghost children, Zihe chariots... These things are rarely touched by orthodox monks on weekdays, and only demonic monks often use them.

Moqing Zhenjun, a powerful demon cultivator of the Dali Dynasty, is performing secret demon rituals here, which is not a good thing at first glance.

Of course, before Ouyang Jian and the others revealed their purpose, it would be difficult for Ghosts and Gods to stop them.

In case their ceremony has nothing to do with the interests of Yindu City, if Duan Ji intervenes to stop them, he will have a great hatred against them.

Duanci is a loyal subject of Yindu City, dedicated to Yindu City, willing to go through fire and water for Yindu City.

However, he was also unwilling to offend Ouyang Jian and Zhenjun Moqing.

Ouyang Jian held a high position in the court and had many disciples and old officials. Zhang Xingda, who was walking with him all the way, had a status in Yindu City that was not under the broken thorn.

Moxiu Moqing Zhenjun is even more vengeful, vicious and vicious. If he targets him, it will definitely be bloody mold in eight lifetimes.

Duan Ji and his companions both decided to wait and see their next move.

Shou Zheng was distracted, of course he knew the purpose of Ouyang Jian and the others.

He is also waiting now, waiting for Ouyang Jian and the others to act, and then he will come back with a praying mantis, a cicada and an oriole, to win the final spoils.

Zhang Xingda kept walking around the valley, driving a large amount of earth vein energy, pouring it into the altar continuously.

The breath above the altar became more and more gloomy.

Zhenjun Moqing is the host of this ceremony and also the manipulator of the altar.

He unsealed with both hands in front of the altar, chanting a mysterious spell quickly in his mouth.

Accompanied by a seemingly vague murmur, gusts of wind blew around the altar.

Surrounded by the dark wind, True Monarch Moqing looked even more eerie at this moment.

As more and more air from the earth veins poured into the altar, the sacrifices in front of the altar began to disappear rapidly.

I don't know whether Zhenjun Moqing set up the altar and performed the ceremony to communicate with the power of the Demon Realm, or simply to assist in casting spells.

However, judging from the altar's response to him, it seems that he is really communicating with the power of the Demon Realm.

In fact, Zhenjun Moqing held this ceremony to cast a spell that could perfectly destroy the souls of natural ghosts and gods.

If the power of this spell is to be brought into full play, it is best to use the power of the Demon Realm.

For the demon of the Demon Realm, killing a natural ghost and completely destroying its soul is a very interesting thing.

A certain big demon who often dealt with Zhenjun Moqing responded to his request, and after taking away the sacrifice, he happily lowered his power.

Moqing Zhenjun pointed with one hand, and a stream of black smoke immediately flew out from the altar, drifting towards the hill ahead.

The black smoke seemed to be completely absorbed by the hills, and disappeared in an instant.

After a while, the whole hill began to shake, and the shaking became more and more violent.

Seeing this scene, Zhenjun Moqing sighed, and said to Ouyang Huajin who was behind Ouyang Jian: "Nephew, it seems that you can't hide from being lazy this time, and you still need to take action."

Ouyang Jian immediately gave the order to Ouyang Huajin.

Under Ouyang Jian's years of prestige, even though he was dissatisfied, Ouyang Huajin accepted the order without the slightest hesitation.

Moqing Zhenjun flicked a few times in the air with one hand, another black smoke flew out, turned into a sharp sword, and fell into Ouyang Huajin's hand.

"Nephew, I heard that you have obtained the true biography of Brother Ouyang. You are proficient in swordsmanship and good at killing. Now the old man will give you a good sword, which can be regarded as cheering for you in this battle."

"Next, you need to make good use of the sharp sword in your hand to help us complete the plan."

While speaking, Moqing Zhenjun gave a virtual push with his right hand to the front.

Ouyang Huajin's primordial spirit was pushed to the front of the hill without any resistance, and then merged into it like a drop of water.

Yuanshen is essentially a sublimated soul. It can be virtual or real, and when transformed into a virtual body, it can easily pass through tangible obstacles such as mountains and rocks.

After Ouyang Huajin's primordial spirit entered the hill in front, the hill trembled more violently, as if there was a monster hidden inside, and it was exerting strength now.

The huge shaking of the hills, and the surrounding ground began to shake violently.

Soon, the shock spread to the entire valley, and continued to spread in all directions.

The earth shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

On the surrounding mountain walls, many rocks began to slide down.

Zhang Xingda, who was mobilizing the energy of the earth veins, found an earthquake around the valley.

Out of curiosity and concern for his old friend Ouyang Jian, he flew in from outside the valley, wanting to see what happened here.

Moqing Zhenjun is presiding over the ceremony and casting spells.

Ouyang Jian stood aside, probably protecting the law for him.

Ouyang Huajin disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

"What's going on here, why is there such a big commotion?"

"This is the Devil Weeping Mountain Range, and there are many ghosts and ghost beasts around. If you provoke them, it will not be easy to deal with."

"By the way, where is nephew Joaquin, where did he go?"

"Isn't he going to transform into a ghost, why is there no one?"

Zhang Xingda asked a lot of questions in one breath.

At the same time, he also looked at Zhenjun Moqing with puzzled eyes.

Although he was concerned about Ouyang Jian's face and didn't mention it in person, he was more or less wary of a demon cultivator like Zhenjun Moqing.

Even though he had the experience of fighting side by side with Moxiu, he never regarded Moxiu as a trusted comrade in arms.

Knowing Moxiu's strange methods, he has never been less vigilant in front of Moxiu.

If it wasn't for his old friend Ouyang Jian this time, he wouldn't feel relieved to go deep into the Devil May Cry Mountains with a demon cultivator like Moqing Zhenjun.

Ouyang Jian had a gentle smile on his face, and was about to use the excuses he had prepared in advance to explain, so as to continue fooling his old friend.

Suddenly, an accident happened.

Because the hill was shaking too violently, a lot of rocks were constantly sliding down.

When Zhang Xingda was questioning, there was another violent shock like never before.

The top of the hill suddenly crumbled, and more rocks slid down, revealing the interior of the hill.

An incomparably huge, hill-like head appeared in front of everyone.

Thanks for the reward and support of the lonely little figure.