Chapter 39 The lingering soul is a mystery
Lu Dingbo and others gradually went away, and Lu Ya also followed his father into the small house next to the spiritual field.
Perhaps due to the attack of grain-eating rats on the spiritual field, there were fifteen monks left behind.
At this moment, all fifteen monks returned to the room, gathered in a circle and began to talk slowly.
During the conversation, Lu Ya was undoubtedly one of the most central people.
"Nephew, why do you think I can't do what you say?"
Lu Meng sat diagonally across from Lu Ya. While speaking, he released a golden sword energy with his hand.
The sword energy hit the ground beneath everyone's feet, exploding a shallow pit the size of a bowl.
This kind of power is already the result of his efforts to restrain himself, but it is still far away from Lu Ya's sword energy like silk.
As soon as Lu Meng's words came out, the rest of the tribe looked at Lu Ya, and their serious eyes meant that they were also curious about how Lu Ya did it.
Lu Ya put down the warm water in his hand, brewed it for a while, and then said, "Nothing else, just practice more."
This sentence almost made everyone choke and roll their eyes, but fortunately, Lu Ya also knew that it was inappropriate to say this, so he went on to explain the specific use of the Golden Sword Qi.
His sword light sword energy has already reached its peak, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has reached its peak. But as for the golden light sword energy technique, Lu Ya feels that even if anyone comes, except the founder, he can explain it.
After drinking tea, Lu Ya slowly stopped.
Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing. After a while, Lu Meng raised his head with an expression that showed he had benefited a lot.
Lu Meng chuckled and said excitedly: "Thank you nephew, I'll treat you to dinner later. I've gained a little bit, so I won't disturb you all. I'll go and get some insights first."
With that said, Lu Meng stood up and hurriedly walked towards the next door.
At this moment, everyone looked at Lu Meng with envy. The three words "gaining something" were not spoken casually by the monks.
Every "gain" means progress in cultivation, spells or state of mind.
With Lu Meng in front, everyone discussed it more enthusiastically in the following time.
By the time it was dinner time, only Lu Ya, Lu Yuan and Lu Tong were left among the original fifteen people.
The rest of the people either gained something or needed to practice, so they all left the room.
I didn't feel it during the exchange, but as soon as the exchange stopped, a cold breath circulated in the room.
Feeling the increasingly cold temperature, Lu Tong was the first to speak: "It seems a little cold. Let's call the rest of the people over. Let's light up the fire and have dinner together."
"I think so too."
Lu Yuan also nodded and expressed his agreement with a solemn expression.
Lu Ya naturally had no reason to object to what the two elders had already decided.
Just when he was about to stand up and call someone, Lu Yuan beside him suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Father" Lu Ya looked at Lu Yuan with some confusion.
Lu Yuan's eyes widened, interrupting Lu Ya's words.
Lu Ya shut up immediately, and then carefully looked at the surrounding walls.
At some point, a thin layer of ice mist appeared on the surrounding walls, and something seemed to be scurrying around in the ice mist.
The three of them silently took out their magic weapons, stood back to back, and slowly explored the room.
The existence in the ice mist disappeared instantly after the three people approached, as if it had never appeared.
Seeing that there was no gain, Lu Ya and the others slowly opened the door and began to walk out.
Lu Tong held up the defensive weapon and walked in front. When he stepped out of the house with one foot, a ball of flame and an ice spike appeared from his feet at the same time.
He retracted his feet quickly with quick eyes and hands. The moment he retracted his feet into the door, the flames and ice spikes disappeared at the same time.
The scene seemed to dissipate into the mist out of thin air, and the mist seemed to restrict their movements.
Things are getting serious!
Lu Tong and Lu Yuan looked at each other, and they both understood the situation they were facing at this time. The situation they were most worried about had happened.
At the same time, the sky is gradually darkening, and night is about to fall.
"Father, what is this?" Lu Ya asked with a solemn expression.
Lu Yuan frowned, but he still explained cautiously: "The abnormal behavior is called a monster, and the lingering soul is called a ghost. This is what we talked about before. The strange behavior of the grain-eating rat seems to have found the culprit."
"ah!"
While several people were talking, a shrill scream came from not far outside the door.
"Oops!"
Hearing the screams, the three of them were a little anxious. The three of them with the highest cultivation levels stayed together, which exposed the rest of the people with lower cultivation levels to the mist.
Not caring about anything else, Lu Ya took the lead and rushed to the door. Before anyone arrived, the exorcism spells were already being fired one after another.
The air turbulence caused by the exorcism not only had no effect, but actually made the ice mist thicker.
The moment Lu Ya stepped out of the room, his vision became blurry. In the haze, he saw a vague image with only half of it appearing in front of him.
Before Lu Ya could see clearly, half of the blurry image disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, another shrill scream sounded in Lu Ya's ears.
"Father, what should we do?"
Lu Ya turned around and asked his father standing behind him.
When he turned around, what appeared was not his father's honest face, but the empty mist.
"Father? Third uncle?"
Lu Ya shouted twice, but there was no response, as if he was isolated in another space.
Seeing no one responded, Lu Ya decisively summoned the Green Mountain Shield to surround himself. The robe on his body also began to absorb the escaped mana, and he held the handle of the long knife tightly in his hand.
Lu Ya took five steps back and found that he had not retreated into the room. There was still a vast mist behind him. When he touched the mist, Lu Ya felt a cold breath that seemed to be alive, drilling into his body.
"Either the fog affected my senses, or this weird evil spirit pulled me into the environment."
Lu Ya, who was fully armed, analyzed it carefully in his mind, but saw in the fog, fist-sized black fog, like rats exploding a nest, scurrying crazily in Lu Ya's field of vision.
Perhaps after venting his anger, the black mist gradually gathered not far from Lu Ya.
A few minutes later, a gray face appeared in front of Lu Ya. The gray face seemed to be pieced together from broken porcelain, giving people a strong sense of fragmentation.
Lu Ya felt a little uncomfortable just looking at it.
He quickly stopped his gaze and focused it on the lower part of his gray face.
The lower part of the gray face was filled with internal organs scattered like quicksand. It was so clear that Lu Ya could even see the classification of the internal organs.
As soon as the gray face appeared, a messy and high-pitched murmuring sound resounded in Lu Ya's mind at the same time. He only felt a buzz in his mind, and he felt briefly in a trance.
When he woke up again, the gray face was already close at hand.
Lu Ya looked at the still blurry gray face in front of him, and had a vague idea that "the owner of this face seems to be related to me."
After the gray face appeared, he looked at Lu Ya quietly like this, with the resentment and resentment in his eyes, even if it had no eyes, Lu Ya could roughly see it.