"What about them? What you said in the palace is true?"

Qiao Yuanshan asked while grinding the ghost rope that wrapped around their bodies with Qi.

Since this old monk is really having a problem, there are very likely big problems in the palace.

Uncle Master and the others must not get stuck in it.

"They? Their meat is fragrant, too."

The old monk continued to cook a pot of soup, as if he thought of Li Mubai and his people, his saliva flowed faster, and he fell into the pot with a "pat!pat!"

He stretched out his thin hand and gently rubbed the youngest Junior Sister Wang's face, as if he was looking at a white and tender little suckling pig.

The little junior sister's eyes were filled with tears and she cried.

"But... if they don't leave, where can I eat you?"

The old monk withdrew his hand and showed a longing expression.

"The existence of that stone tablet is because it has fixed the ghost city. For thousands of years, we have made our faces yellow and muscles pale, and there is no meat in our mouths."

"If they take it away, our future life will be beautiful!"

Speaking of this, the old monk sniffed the people.

"Um... it smells good!"

The old monk looked confused and enjoyed, his eyes narrowed into a straight line, glowing with a faint green light.

The water in the big pot was boiling.

The expressions of the people gradually became desperate. After a while, they would scatter all over the ground like the pile of skeletons on the ground.

Perhaps the only thing that is thankful is that they were dead when they were eaten.

………

In the palace.

Li Mubai and others were all ready to take action.

The curtain of the huge white sedan chair was slowly pulled open, and a huge head was above the sedan chair. The entire head had been completely woody, and it was in a deformity.

One of the eyeballs had completely shrank, while the other eyeballs had swelled up like a huge lantern hanging on a human head.

Just by looking, you can feel endless whispers and evil coming towards you.

It was like a huge black cloud that was pressing on everyone's hearts.

"No one can go out of this city unless I allow it."

The lips, like an old tree withered vines, were shaking up and down.

The Lord of Loulan also spoke of Daoyin.

The faint green light swayed with the words of the Lord of Loulan.

The power of curses crazily impacted everyone's consciousness, like a strong wind invading.

Above the earth, green figures struggled to climb out from under the earth, and the green hair was filled with an unknown smell.

The strange cursed creature rushed towards everyone, as if it was endless.

Under the blessing of the ghost's curse, everyone seemed to be able to see a figure vaguely, pointing one hand to the distance, and the endless curse rushed out like a flood.

In an instant, the green hair on everyone's wrists began to grow rapidly, hindering everyone's Qi.

Li Mubai took action the first moment, the Yangtze River was unsheathed, and the pure white sword light was like a training, rolling up the cursed creature in front of him.

The sword technique of the Pure Yang lineage is inherently restraining all evil things.

Here, his strength is at least restricted.

Maofeng's hand turned into golden light and shot out.

And Daoyi and others took action one after another.

For a moment, the entire hall turned into a battlefield.

Talismans, sword control, Five Elements Escape Technique...

The Taoist techniques of the five Taoist sects are all revealed here.

The evil spirits with intelligence on both sides of the human head also rushed over.

Compared to the curse that is difficult to prevent outside the ghost city, this is a naked battle between life and death within the ghost city.

The huge eyeballs raised and looked at everyone, and an extremely strange whisper rang again.

The illusory figure in the air gradually became clearer.

Confused, confused, crazy...

Countless emotions aroused in everyone's hearts.

Some Taoist priests directly missed Qi, resulting in serious injuries.

Then he was directly eaten by evil ghosts.

At this moment, another figure suddenly appeared on the wordless monument. It was a Taoist priest in a tattered Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on the monument.

The moment he appeared, the curse immediately began to be weakened.

A golden Taoist pattern lit up on the earth, diluting blood and filth, and diluting all the green cursed creatures.

"Pure Yang Wuji!"

Li Mubai held a sword in his right hand and crossed his sword.

Pure Yang Sword Qi cursed the creature, and a great way was pulled out.

The crowd hurriedly followed the avenue into the golden light range.

The scene was stalemate for a moment.

The Taoist priest in the void opened his eyes and looked at everyone, yawned:

"Wuliang Taiyi saved Ku Tianzun, why did the seal I made disappear?"

He seemed to have just woken up, and looked at the people in front of him and frowned:

"Someone else broke in. Why? I didn't write it clearly enough on the stone tablet outside?"

Daoyi and others were shocked when they heard this.

Is this Taoist priest the man who sealed this ghost city a thousand years ago?

The weirdness in this ghost town has not faded after eight hundred years of spring and autumn.

It is conceivable that eight hundred years ago, the weirdness of this ghost city might have been even worse, even this Taoist priest could suppress the entire ghost city.

It can be seen that his cultivation is in heaven, and even if he has not reached the realm of an immortal, he is probably not far away.

But what is a stone tablet?

When everyone entered the ghost town, they never saw any stone tablets.

"When we came in, we never saw the stone tablet." Dao said.

"Didn't see it?"

The Taoist phantom frowned, then stretched out:

"Forget it, if it disappears, it will disappear. I can't suppress this thing anymore. Lu Ban is Lu Ban. I have never worn it out of the things I throw in the corners for more than a thousand years."

The Taoist priest first sighed at Lu Ban's unfathomable depth, and then said:

"I am even an immortal, even if it is a finger, I cannot erase it."

"This is also a fate."

Speaking of this, the Taoist phantom looked at Li Mubai and others and said:

"I have no choice but to do this knuckle of the Wood Immortal. You can do it yourself."

At this time, the strange man spoke.

"Crazy Taoist, it's you again. It's been more than a thousand years. Are you going to ruin my business again today?"

The Lord of Loulan was extremely resentful to the Taoist priests.

According to the memory given to it by Wen Zhengming, the suppression of 1,800 years is an extremely painful memory in its memory.

The Taoist priest glanced at the head and sneered:

"For more than a thousand years, you old monster are still jumping around."

"I swallowed the fingers of the wooden immortal and became neither human nor ghost. If I were you, I would have committed suicide and would have no shame to live in this world."

"Lu Ban created this wood immortal to curse the Wu Kingdom. There are curses above this knuckle. If you don't want to make progress, you really want to continue. If you are afraid that you will be broken into pieces, you will be at ease."

The Taoist priest spoke with a mockery.

The golden Taoist script and the ghost curse were stalemate for a while.

………
Chapter completed!