Yuzhou ghost domain, deep in the corpse cave.

The expected person did not appear, and the large number of ghost masks originally in the corpse cave also disappeared. This little episode did not make Wu Rong hesitate for too long. He got up and walked to the depths of the corpse cave, the room where the stone slabs had been found. The wooden door fell down as early as last time, other than that there is no change in the room, just like the last time Wu Rong came.

Old-fashioned outdated furniture, a thick layer of dust, and a shriveled and stiff corpse stuck on the wooden chair facing the door.

No, not the same.

The pale and strange pure white mask was placed on the corpse's face, facing the door, it seemed to be staring straight at Wu Rong, and its dark and empty eyes seemed to go straight into the abyss.

Wu Rong held his saber in front of him, his brows furrowed tightly. Although he felt no danger intuitively, the horrific scene in front of him was enough to make everyone extremely vigilant.

Why is the ghost mask worn on the face of the corpse!

Click, click...

In the silent corpse cave, any slight sound would be maximized. The sound of friction between joints was like old parts that lacked lubrication and struggled to start working again. Very slowly, the mummy wearing a ghost mask stood up. During the movement, the dry and loose skin on his body was caught by the chair, and the paper-like and fragile skin was directly torn open. There was a tragic scar from the waist to the calf. The skin hung loosely like a torn bag, revealing the black and red inside. Stiff muscles.

When the corpse finally stood still, it didn't walk towards Wu Rong, but turned around staggeringly, and walked further into the room unsteadily.

The Oni Mask is manipulating the corpse.

Is this for him to follow?

Wu Rong hesitated for a moment, and the body suddenly disappeared into the darkness. He frowned, and followed quickly. Walking to the place where the corpse just disappeared, I found that there was a hidden door on the ground in the depths of the room, and the narrow concrete stairs went straight down. The pale mask flashed on the edge of the darkness, and then was swallowed by the darkness.

The slate was heating up, and apart from the first picture that was damaged by the crack, the pattern painted with unknown paint on the other two paintings lit up again, but it was a dark crimson, like rust. The cold wind blows from the ground, carrying the breath of cold soil, and faintly smells of rotten blood. Wu Rong had smelled this smell before, it was the smell he smelled when he first came to the corpse cave.

It's just that at the time he thought it was coming from the carrion in the corpse cave, but he didn't expect the source to be here. But what surprised Wu Rong the most was that he felt the soul contract between himself and the big ghost rippled, and there was a hero's relic underneath! Although the big ghost is currently staying in the ghost domain, this kind of induction is relatively weak, but Wu Rong will not admit his mistake.

click.

The pale mask reappeared at the end of the darkness, and only the jaws of the bones opened and closed, making a clicking sound, as if urging. Without further hesitation, Wu Rong walked down the steps.

There were no lights along the way, only the faint light of the stone slabs. Gathering the yin energy in the pupils, Wu Rong opened the yin and yang eyes, and the darkness is no longer an obstacle to him. The strange thing is that it is very 'clean' here. It was obvious that the air-raid shelter of the large tunnel had suffered countless casualties above, but Wu Rong didn't see the existence of any yin and resentment along the way, as if it had just been surpassed, it was astonishingly clean and empty.

The stairs were not long, and when the pale mask dangled and disappeared again, Wu Rong also saw the end of the stairs. This is not a small basement, larger than the room above the stairs. The mummy controlled by the ghost mask stood in the middle of the room, motionless.

In front of it is an octagonal stone building less than half a person high, which looks like a well. Wu Rong understood why there was no trace of Yin Qi and resentment along the way. The extremely pure and holy majesty breath came from the well. There are nuances.

There is a magic weapon belonging to the celestial master at the well, which can shock one side, exorcise evil spirits and calm the soul.

Clang—

The ghost mask fell to the ground, and the mummy quietly collapsed, scattered into dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he has been dead for decades, and what supports his actions is a ghost mask, a diamond-shaped stone slab, and a ray of unwillingness and resentment preserved by karma. This ray of resentment was naturally purified and transcended when it was next to the magic weapon. Not only the mummy, but also the ghost mask from the tiankeng was torn from it, and it became gray, like an ordinary rough stone.

The ghost mask led himself here all the way, it is impossible to commit suicide. After arriving here, Wu Rong could feel that wave of soul fluctuations became more and more intense, so strong that if he hadn't used a contract to order the big ghost to stay where he was, he might have teleported here.

The hero's relic is in this 'well'.

The dissipation of the mummy and ghost mask made Wu Rong more vigilant, put away the slate, and a golden red flame ignited at his fingertips. The Zhengyang fire originating from Fu Qing was burning fiercely, and the masculine and upright aura instantly dispelled the coercive pressure caused by the magic weapon on him. Wu Rong was vigilant about his surroundings and walked forward slowly. When there were still about ten steps away from the well, the flame swayed, as if being blown by the wind. At the same time, Wu Rong vaguely felt that he had passed through a thin film invisible to the naked eye.

This is a formation, even if someone breaks in by accident, they will be confused by the formation. No matter how they walk, they will not be able to get to the front of the well, and in the end they can only go back the same way. Only professionals can enter here.

Wu Rong was able to come in not because of the slate, but because of... the flame.

As soon as he entered, Wu Rong felt the familiar aura engraved deep in his soul. The scene inside the formation is completely different from what we saw before. The old and dilapidated octagonal well disappeared, replaced by a small Fengshui pagoda carved out of pure white jade, half a person's height. The cinnabar uses the Fengshui tower as the center to draw the gossip yin and yang fish outwards on the ground, and in the exquisite hollow tower, you can vaguely see something as big as a palm wrapped in yellow paper.

That's the hero relic. But Wu Rong's eyes did not fall on it, all his attention was on the white figure sitting cross-legged quietly in front of the Fengshui Pagoda.

"Fu Qing... Nan?"

The Taoist priest wore a pure white Taoist robe and was about twenty years old. The back is as straight as a bamboo. His eyes were closed, his face was stern, and his lips were red. His black hair was **** with a bamboo hairpin, and a few strands hung by his ears, making his complexion paler.

That familiar face made Wu Rong think it was Fu Qing for a moment, but the Celestial Master in front of him was more calm and cold, like a snow-capped peak covered in frost all day long. That kind of forceful and calm, the aura condensed through the fire of war and sacrifice is more mature and stable, and also more unfathomable.

It was Fu Qingnan, not Fu Qing.

But Fu Qing and Nan are both at home now, who is this in front of them?

Wu Rong didn't let go of his vigilance, and faced each other with a sword in vigilance. Just when he hesitated to call out Fu Qingnan's name, the heavenly master who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping slowly opened his eyes.

Danger!

The sudden strong sense of crisis made Wu Rong's hair stand on end, and he dodged to the side without hesitation.

"boom!"

There was a sound of cracking earth and rocks, and Wu Rong looked up, her brows twitched. I saw a pure white filament as hard and straight as a steel wire piercing the ground fiercely, and the cement cracked horribly. It was exactly where Wu Rong was standing just now! The cheeks were slightly sore, and the flying sharp stone sliced ​​across Wu Rong's face, leaving a bloodstain. The bright red blood was left behind, and the strong Yin Qi leaked out without reservation, like a sudden gust of wind, blowing Wu Rong's black hair flying.

"Keng."

With a soft sound, the snow-white filaments were pulled away. Under the agitation of Yin Qi, 'Fu Qingnan' stood up slowly, holding a mahogany handle, a pure gold dragon head decorated with a hollowed-out ring, the end was inlaid with a gold ring, cinnabar red silk sash, and the end was decorated with a black and white jade yin-yang fish whisk. . After infusing Yang Qi, the fly whisk was as hard as a sword and stick, and it attacked Wu Rong again!

Wu Rong, who had already reacted, resisted with a saber, and in just a short while, the two sides passed dozens of moves. The fly whisk and the Miao knife clashed with each other and sparks burst out, the fly whisk was not damaged in the slightest, but the extremely hard old Miao knife was densely packed with dents drawn out by the fly whisk!

The opponent's offensive is fierce and powerful, and there is no chance for anyone to breathe. The whisk slashed down like a long knife, and Wu Rong held the knife in front of him, but was forced by the incomparably powerful force to take a step back! Fuchen was pressed down tightly and burst out with pure white and upright power. Even if he was as strong as a ghost king, he would lose strength temporarily and become a dead soul under Fuchen, but an accident happened, and the clean energy under the hood made Zhengyang Huo With a bang.

The heavy pressure suddenly receded, and Wu Rong swung the knife to relieve the force, but the flames did not shrink, and a fireball the size of a skull burned beside him. The cold and merciless 'Fu Qingnan' had retreated to the Fengshui Pagoda and looked at Wu Rong indifferently. His originally pure white cheeks were black, like paper scorched by flames.

He is not Fu Qingnan.

The battle just now made Wu Rong confirm this point, and he no longer has any scruples. He saw that the opponent's weakness was fire, and then Wu Rong frequently drove Zhengyang fire to attack, which really forced the opponent to his left and right. Pinpointing the flaw, Wu Rong chopped off the opponent's right arm holding Fuchen with a single knife, the cut was pale and no blood flowed out. After the whisk fell to the ground, 'Fu Qingnan' froze in place for a few breaths, and Wu Rong took advantage of this opportunity to chop off his head.

clatter—

There was a slight sound of paper falling to the ground, and 'Fu Qingnan' collapsed to the ground, his body becoming thin and flat. He's just a paper man. No wonder he was wearing a pure white Taoist robe without any variegation, and his face was frighteningly white. Wu Rong went up to look, and found that the facial features and hair were outlined with ink on the paper figurine, and the lips were stained with cinnabar, which looked somewhat similar to Fu Qingnan.

The reason why it was able to stand up and show an illusion like Fu Qingnan was because of this whisk. It is very likely that it was Fu Qingnan's weapon, the same as the nine-turn lightning strike mahogany sword.

The whisk, the paper figurine, and the gossip array, all of which looked like they were arranged and prepared by Fu Qingnan himself in the past. He not only set up the formation, but also left behind his own paper figurines and whisk guards. What is it that deserves his so much enthusiasm?

Wu Rong leaned over to pick up the whisk and walked towards the Fengshui Pagoda. He had a hunch that he was approaching a certain truth.