Chapter 230 Parasitism

Chapter 230 Parasitism

The escape technique arises, and the shadow enters the clouds.

Soaring clouds and mist are falling towards the back mountain.

When the foundation was established, the clouds could be moved. Now that the cultivation is more advanced, the flying clouds will naturally spread more widely.

The front yard and the back mountain teeth of Beiluoshan appear to be far apart, but in fact they are only a moment away under the golden elixir monk's escape technique.

Ding Chuanli and the elders of the Ding family had just arrived, and Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie arrived shortly after.

Beiluo Mountain is already a majestic mountain, but the Ding family is located in a mountain valley. They formed a large formation and built a nest. After years of development, they climbed up the mountainside from the mountain valley.

The actual place of success is still along the depression.

The monk didn't care much either.

All you need to do is step on the spiritual veins rich in spiritual energy under your feet, hold a clan-protecting formation above your head, and circle the spiritual energy from all directions for your own use.

However, the cliff at the back of the mountain lacked some care because it had not been seen for a long time.

At first glance, the grass and trees are only a shallow layer, and it seems to be soaked in ink, with black and gray lingering, adding a bit of eerieness.

Ding Xie waited indifferently. Now, no matter how surprising the situation was, it could not make him feel excited. No matter how terrifying it was, it could not stop him from finding the souls of his parents.

Unlike Ding Xie, Tushanjun released his spiritual consciousness and was wary of any disturbance.

He doesn't trust the Ding family.

It would be too much to restrain one's consciousness in a place like this.

Most of the clan knew that there was such a place.

Many people have set foot here, but what the secret is is not so clear.

All I know is that the ancestor’s retreat is where the family’s secrets are recorded.

Very few people truly understand the secrets.

We have all come this far. Whether we say it or not, whether we say it or not is clear, we need to go and see it to understand.

Gaze extended past.

There are jagged and strange rocks, and there are gusty winds.

Gloomy hemp ropes are connected to form a trestle, and the rotten wooden boards are tied tightly by unknown grass and vines.

The spikes on both sides penetrated deeply into the cliff.

Moisture vapor condenses at the bottom of the moss-covered bridge.

The trestle in front of us is about 20 feet long. It looks rotten, but in fact there are complicated incantations inscribed in hidden places. The whole thing looks like a large array gate that has been turned upside down.

No wonder Ding Chuanli didn't settle directly on the other side. It turned out that the formation was hidden there.

"Those who are in the later stages of foundation building will come forward, while the rest will stay for now." Ding Chuanli's voice was faint. After he finished speaking, he had already stepped onto the trestle in front of him.

No one in the family dared not listen to the ancestor's words. Since the cultivation level was limited, there must be reasons they couldn't know.

Unlike Ding Xie, they don't dig into secrets and live a well-behaved life.

Maybe this is also a kind of trust.

There were only two people in the late stage of foundation building and above. Counting Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun, a total of five people stepped onto the long bridge in front of them.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Ding Chuanli didn't walk quickly but very smoothly.

The selector's cultivation level is not low, and he will not waver either.

But halfway through, the fog became thicker, and the gray fog became deeper and deeper.

In the eyes of everyone on the other side of the bridge, the five of them seemed to have disappeared into the fog.

"Fifth Master, can't even the clan leader set foot in this place?" The man of the same generation as Ding Xie from the Ding family asked in a low voice.

There was actually doubt in his eyes and an intention to move forward, but his cultivation was insufficient.

The patriarch looked solemn and nodded slightly: "Our cultivation is not enough. Even if we walk over, we can't get in. We can only wait at the entrance of the ancestral hall."

"Ancestral hall?"

…

"Ancestral Hall."

On the other side of the cable bridge is a group of ancestral halls and lofts connected to the mountain.

The vertical plaque hanging high has two big characters written on it: dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

As Tu Shanjun and his party entered the door, they saw the oil lamps hanging from the spacious stone pillars on both sides were lit, illuminating the road ahead and the mountain-like overlapping spiritual tablets in the front.

Most of the entire ancestral hall is embedded in the mountain, with only the small part of the door exposed.

‘Is there an ancestral hall here? ’

Ding Xie frowned. The family ancestral hall is located inside the mountain gate. All Beiluoshan Ding family monks will gather when worshiping their ancestors. I never heard that there is another one in the back mountain, and it is such a large-scale ancestral hall. It looks like Interlocking formations.

He and Tushanjun were not here to worship. Looking at this, they couldn't help but say: "Where is the soul?"

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Ding Chuanli beckoned for three large incense sticks, lit them with the burning copper stove in front of him, and then inserted them into the incense burner in front of him.

The smoke clouds dispersed.

At the same time, Tu Shanjun closed all his organs and became increasingly wary of the Ding family ancestor.

Ding Chuanli formed a seal, and his magic power shot up into the sky, causing ripples and the skylight above his head to open.

The square patio draws down the moonlight from the sky.

The sealing spells were printed one after another.

The mountain-like spiritual statue in front of him also moved, like a puzzle piece that had been separated from the picture, shrinking in all directions, revealing the secluded cave behind the spiritual statue.

"Wow."

"Boom."

As soon as the cave opened, a howling and dark wind stirred, accompanied by an eerie roar that sounded like dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

This was followed by a long dragging sound.

It was like some giant thing was dragging the chain and running through it.

"boom."

"Bang bang."

Tu Shanjun used his divine light to find out, but to his surprise, there was nothing in front of him.

His consciousness could clearly feel something coming, but his eyes couldn't see it at all.

He has a golden elixir cultivation level, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his eyes are Dharma eyes.

The two clan elders who followed were already inexplicably frightened. They didn't know much about the scene in the back mountain, let alone the presence of weird things here. They couldn't see it but could feel it, which doubled the depressing horror.

The sound of dragging chains grew louder.

It was like a giant thing pulling the chain from the well mouth, making a muffled roar.

The things inside were rushing fast.

Even the surrounding wind changed its direction, blowing the robes of the five people in the ancestral hall.

Ding Xie also couldn't see the thing when he opened his Dharma Eyes, but he didn't panic. Although the invisible fear had an impact, the grief and anger in his heart had already suppressed all negative emotions.

His eyes touched Tushanjun beside him, and he only saw Tushanjun nodding.

The ancestor of the Ding family waited calmly.

"Boom."

"Keng!"

The sound of gold and stone clashing fell on everyone's ears.

The sound was like a twitching chain that had been exhausted and tightened.

Even though he couldn't see it, Tushanjun could still feel that the thing was standing in front of him, seeming to be looking at them with its eyes.

The candlelight around me calmed down and flickered with light.

But it is not as good as the moonlight reflected from the courtyard of the ancestral hall, which is one foot in each direction, and the beams of light make the dust in the air roll.

The thing moved.

Step into the center of the moonlight.

Footprints appeared, and then the body also appeared in the moonlight.

What caught the eye was Tushanjun, who was tall enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tushanjun. The four eyes on his distorted face turned ferociously and pointed straight. The four eyes belonged to two faces, intertwined together as if they were a patchwork. Face.

The arms raised high are holding a half-black wine bottle.

The wine bottle took root and penetrated into the thing's head, and the two arms were turned into a circle and stuck to the back of the head.

Maybe the wine bottle was too heavy, or the posture was too awkward, so the spine of the thing was bent at ninety degrees.

Two chains engraved with runes were pierced through the shoulder blades, and they shone brightly in the moonlight.

As the thing's eyes opened, its joints began to struggle, and a ferocious face appeared.

If you didn't observe it carefully but just took a quick look, you might recognize it as a weird Beijing view composed of bloated heads.

"Gudu!"

The clan elder who followed him swallowed hard.

Most monks have seen demons and monsters, but what they saw in front of them still made people shudder.

"Ancestor, what is this?"

The elder of the Ding family asked with a solemn expression.

He couldn't see the cultivation level and didn't understand what it was. He could only hope that his ancestor could help them answer it.

But what greeted him was the ancestor's silence and shaking of his head.

"The soul is here." Ding Xie looked directly at this thing as if determined.

Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by Tu Shanjun beside him, who sent a message to Ding Xie: "I'm coming."

The weirder the thing is, the less likely it is to act rashly, as it may be the thing's way.

And there are people from the Ding family beside him.

The other party probably brought them here with the intention of testing, otherwise they wouldn't be so straightforward.

That would be fine if it really involves the life and death of the family. It is obvious that this thing is not.

Even if we come up with a reason, it will only increase the family's heritage.

Naturally, this kind of work cannot be done by the banner master. It happened that Tushanjun was also very interested in this thing.

"...Brother Tushan, be careful."

Circled around.

It is said to be a living creature, but it seems to have no consciousness, and its aura is even weirder, like a magic weapon and a ghost.

Tushanjun stepped forward and opened his palm, dripping black and red blood.

The blood suddenly condensed into a blurry figure, touching the monster under the moonlight instead of Tu Shanjun.

In just an instant, the bloody figure was absorbed completely.

The wine bottles overhead sparkled.

Tu Shanjun's expression darkened. He actually lost control of the figure formed by the Blood Killing Technique. Compared to himself, the thing in front of him was more thirsty for the Blood Killing Technique, as if...

The inscription flashed, and even the eyes of the thing under the wine bottle became much more alert.

A drop of crystal clear black blood condensed in the broken wine bottle.

The black blood exudes a strange fragrance.

"Gudu."

"Gudu."

This time it was no longer fear, but desire.

It's a pity that the monster holding the broken wine bottle stretched out its tongue and rolled the drop of black blood in the wine bottle into its mouth.

The aura has improved to a higher level, and even the originally slightly dry body has a bit more black and red color.

"The realm of ignorance."

"open!"

The ripples unfolded up and down, and the horns on Tushanjun's forehead meandered, and the flashing lines converged into an imaginary vertical eye.

Open your eyes vertically and open a gap.

The mana poured out and the pressure was exerted. The terrifying strength of the Jindan monk was displayed in front of everyone.

After a few breaths, Tushanjun stopped and couldn't help but exclaim: "The broken wine bottle above the head is at least the legacy of a high-level magic weapon, and this monster's mind was wiped out and integrated into the broken magic weapon, forming a weird symbiotic relationship."

"Extract the origin of the ghost, so that the magic weapon temporarily has half of its power."

"It's said to be symbiosis, but in reality it's parasitism!"

"Brother Li, the souls of my parents?" Ding Xie couldn't help but ask.