Twilight Boundary

"What on earth is that thing?"

Those who came from Mingzhou City, representing the nobles and masters in the city to observe the situation, were frightened when they saw the big pot.

The crying of the children around them made them feel that the evil spirit was approaching, and their minds were unsettled. Their limbs seemed to be frozen and unable to move. The big pot seemed to suck people's souls in.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of the door knows that if they only look at this pot now, they will definitely get seriously ill when they go back.

This thing is really evil.

"I...why do I feel something is wrong?"

Not only was he terrified in his heart, but he was also panicked when he saw this thing: "The noble who stayed in our Mingzhou, did he really like this Truth Church? But...but if he was really here, how could he do such a thing in the Truth Church?"

"It shouldn't be..."

He was not the only one who saw the problem. In fact, in just three or five days, this Truth Church had exposed too many problems one by one.

If he was favored by the noble, how come he didn't even have the ability to defeat a few grain bandits in the mountains?

If he was really favored by the noble, why did the Red Lantern Society not give him face?

When he spoke, his voice was full of suspicion and worry: "No matter what, this Truth Church, if it is true, it is indeed a ghost path, right?"

"And, and the one in the sedan chair, didn't he show up in the city before, and he is indeed..."

"... Hu?"

"..."

But now that suspicion has arisen, no matter how much he says, it's just like comforting himself.

In panic, they have already seen that the ghost vomited from his mouth and entered the cauldron. Those people in mourning have already kneeled in front of the cauldron, took out knives in their hands, and cut their faces and bodies.

Every time he cut, he cried a few times.

And the evil spirit in the cauldron was boiling, and it was even stronger. There were countless ghosts in it, which looked like different figures one after another, and also like a monster with countless arms and legs.

The crying sound from the pot was like the crying of one person, and it was also like hundreds or thousands of crying sounds, overlapping, heavy and terrible.

"This is the law of my Truth Church!"

Looking at the Baier cauldron that seemed to suppress all things and onlookers in all directions, the general Tianming on the back of the red-haired fire bull also sneered: "There is no right or wrong in reason, no good in law, it only depends on which one is better and more effective."

"Your Hu family is known as the ghost family, inviting Yin Lei to cure hundreds of ghosts. Now let's see, can you ghosts cure this method?"

"..."

Listening to his arrogant words, the people in the sedan chair breathed a little heavier, but did not refute, but felt a little depressed:

It really can't be suppressed.

This extremely evil and poisonous thing is a wisp of evil spirit stolen from the disaster-stricken area of ​​Guanzhou. The Truth Church does not accept the ghost-running family, and the refining technique is not limited to one school. This cauldron is not only a skill of stealing disasters, but also a kind of evil of black magic.

The Hu family's law relies on rules. Just now, it was based on the rules that the ghost-binding service in Mingzhou was lifted. The ghost-caller could not summon ghosts, and the ghost-exorcist could not exorcise them. However, the Truth Church immediately sacrificed this thing, which was not bound by the Hu family's law at all.

If you look at it on the surface, it seems to have really broken the Hu family's law.

At this moment, the only way to run away from ghosts that she could think of was to set up an altar, but how to set up an altar? Wherever this kind of thing is, it is extremely evil. The person who sets up the altar will immediately suffer backlash, or even be bitten by hundreds of ghosts.

Perhaps the only way is to use the greatest magic power to suppress it, but if that is the case, it is equivalent to losing a move at the level of law...

"Poor children..."

Seeing that the people in the sedan chair were silent, General Tianming on the back of the red-haired fire bull showed a cold smile on his face, leaned forward slightly, half of his body, leaned on the back of the bull, and said slowly: "Since you are out, you can move around!"

"Take the little table god and cook it in the pot, and then take advantage of the situation to go to the mountains in the south and bring me the head of the general who protects grain!"

"..."

While speaking, he stood up and said in a cold and domineering voice: "I will eat the food of Mingzhou."

"I will also take the fortune of Mingzhou."

And General Tianming raised his hand slightly, and the dozens of riders following him also rode forward, throwing a rope with a hook, layer by layer, wrapped around the big pot, and then walked side by side, slowly bringing the big pot forward.

The evil spirit in the pot was rolling and the evil spirit was pressing. The crying of children and the gurgling of boiling water were mixed together. Dozens of horsemen worked together to lift it, but the horses' hooves seemed to sink into the ground, which was very heavy.

As they began to move forward, the air around them suddenly became extremely heavy, and the cold wind that scraped the bones suddenly blew up, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Now the distance is still far, just starting to move forward a little, and the red lanterns in the town of Zhumen seemed to be suppressed by someone and began to dim, as if the magic power was about to be swallowed by the things in the pot.

With this pot as the center, layers of gloomy air were steaming, even the night sky was covered, and it was dark all around.

"The Red Lantern Lady is gone..."

No need to look any further. Those who were spying in secret were even prepared to go back and report the news right away. This thing sacrificed by the Truth Cult is extremely evil, evil and sinful. If the magic is stained, it will malfunction. If the magic weapon is used, it will not work. It will be stained in an instant.

No normal person can fight this thing.

Not to mention that the Red Lantern Lady is just a small case god, she is also a palace god. No one with weak magic power can suppress such evil things.

"Wow..."

But just when the sky and the earth were pale, and people of all kinds could no longer let go, they suddenly heard a cold shout in the night sky in front of them:

"Who said that the ghost family can't suppress evil people like this?"

"..."

When he finished speaking, facing the gloomy, heavy, and extremely smelly wind in the cauldron, suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, and something passed through the layers of night, carrying the endless fierce wind, and stuck straight into his body. On the ground.

Astonishingly, it was a ghost-headed sword with a thick back and thin blade, filled with evil energy.

It fell straight to the ground. There was a ghost head on the handle of the knife, and a black bone in the mouth was still shaking.

With the sword carrying the force, there was a ferocious momentum steaming out, and a strong wind blew up. Suddenly, the passengers on horseback who had lifted the pot and pushed forward were blown away, and the horses were frightened. , and there was chaos in an instant.

And the evil spirit that overflowed from the pot was actually blown back into the pot by the wind. The things in the pot were frightened and made a harsh cry.

At the back, those who were filial piety suddenly changed their expressions when they saw such changes. The knife that was cut on their bodies became heavier, blood flowed all over their bodies, and the things in the pot became even more ferocious.

In an instant, a strong putrid smell began to evaporate, and it seemed that one slender and strange little hand could be seen inside, grabbing at the knife.

"There are laws in heaven, earth, and human relations. If you dare to expose such evil things in Mingzhou, you will all die..."

But at this moment, in the deep night ahead that could not be seen, a faint wind whirled past, and suddenly a thin figure appeared in front of the knife, walking slowly. Walked out.

He was wearing Tsing Yi and cloth shoes, and his face was wearing a smiling face mask with the corners of his mouth raised. Although it was a smiling face, in this late night, it made many people's hearts tremble.

The evil energy in the pot surged out. When he grabbed the knife, he had already walked to the knife, suddenly leaned forward slightly, and blew directly on the knife.

"Pah la la..."

The black bone on the handle of the knife was shaken by his breath, and billowing evil energy instantly emerged from the knife.

If the evil spirit in the Bai'er Cauldron was beyond the imagination of the enlightened people in Mingzhou, the evil spirit growing out of the sword was so ferocious and tyrannical that they could not understand it, like an evil god bullying their face.

The misty and gloomy strong wind instantly enveloped the dozens of horsemen and the black cauldrons they were carrying. The faces of those who were wearing filial piety and had their faces cut with knives were suddenly turned ashen.

"not good……"

In front of the black sedan chair, the two maids saw the evil aura coming in very quickly and hurriedly stood in front of the sedan chair. However, in the next moment, both the person and the sedan chair were blown back quickly until they were in the sedan chair. The person stretched out his hand to block them before stopping.

The six green flags of the Truth Sect had been blown to pieces by the strange wind and flew to no one knows where.

General Tianming, who was sitting on the back of the red-haired fire bull, had a blazing gaze. He wanted to hold on with force, but unexpectedly, the fire bull below him was startled first, staggered, and retreated four or five feet. Only then did his front knees weaken and he knelt down. He fell down and almost dropped him.

At this moment, the person who came out of the night took advantage of the bad wind to step forward and pulled out the ghost-headed sword on the ground. In an instant, the sound of the sword was loud.

There were sounds of countless flesh and blood limbs being cut and torn apart, and in the mist, the evil ghost's wild laughter even suppressed the cry of the baby.

When the sinister and evil wind that could not be explained with its ferocity dissipated, and everyone in front of the altar put down their sleeves that blocked the face and looked forward, they couldn't help but stiffen and feel cold all over.

I only saw the thin figure with a smiling mask on his face. Now he was holding a ghost-headed sword in one hand and standing in front of the altar. He was surrounded by dozens of horsemen and horses who had just rode up to carry pots. , have all become pieces.

The head is a head, the shoulders are shoulders, and the thighs are thighs. The cuts are neat, but they are so broken that they can hardly be put back together. They fall into a mess and are piled up in one place.

And among the piles of bloody corpses, the smiling man with a ghost-headed sword was stretched out. The sword was holding a pot, which was the Bai'er cauldron. The eyes under the mask seemed to be shining coldly, and shouted: "Wait a minute." Why should you keep evil things?”

As he spoke, he flicked the knife in his hand, tipped the cauldron up, and then slashed it in half.