Chapter 109 I hope my hope has hope (please subscribe) “Hiss…” “挲挲…” The march of a hundred thousand yakshas cannot be silent, and when their footsteps and the sound of their bodies breaking through the air echoed in this quiet place, various small sounds suddenly came from the grass everywhere, like Something was running away quickly. "Click, click..." As he walked, Qin Yao gradually frowned and looked down at his feet. From here onwards, the ground is covered with bones. I don’t know whether they were trampled by humans or some other species. These bones are so thin that it is impossible to tell whether they are human bones or animal bones.
As they continued to go deeper, snake shadows began to appear around them, big and small, long and short, black and white, and all kinds of them. However, because of the great momentum of the Yaksha army, these strange snakes were only far away. He stared at them and followed them slowly, not daring to step forward. “It’s so noisy!” During the march, Xiao Zhuo suddenly raised her right hand, and vast spiritual energy flew out from her palm, forming hundreds of linear wind blades and slashing at the grass in all directions. The nameless grass that was half a man tall was cut off at the waist, and the head of the strange snake hidden inside was cut off without a sound, and blood splattered. The strange snake behind was so frightened that the strange snake behind it fled quickly, and no longer dared to follow it far away.
Qin Yao held her left hand and said softly: "Okay, why bother fighting with a group of snakes? Just keep walking." Xiao Zhuo nodded silently, put down his right hand that released the glimmer of light, and continued to move forward with the army with him. After walking for about half an hour, one man and one ghost Shiwan Yaksha finally arrived at the end of the valley. Looking up, there was an uninhabited ancient village in front of him. Countless thin strings were pulled out from the big trees at the head of the village. Hanging on it was a terrifying doll made of unknown materials, missing eyes and hands, and covered in filth. What was even more horrifying was that when they came to these strange dolls, they actually heard the strange laughter of the dolls. "Pretend to be a ghost, a wicked way." Just seeing this scene, Qin Yao, a descendant of Maoshan, guessed what was going on. He reached into his pocket and took out a fire talisman. "Ha ha ha ha…" … Suddenly, Dirty Baby's laughter became more real, green fire burst out of his empty eyes, he broke free from the rope and rushed towards Qin Yao. “Kill them.” Xiao Zhuo said lightly. Swish, swish, swish... Arrows and iron halberds flew out from the Yaksha legion, smashing hundreds of dolls into pieces in one wave. In this world, no matter how powerful the evil magic is, it will be useless when encountering so many yakshas! Even speaking of simply talking about evil, evil, and evil, these Yakshas are far above the evil cultivation of human beings. After easily destroying the dirty doll, the army surrounded the village. Qin Yao took Xiao Zhuo's hand and led King Yaksha and hundreds of Yaksha into the village. The village was silent and there was no one around. This place was far from the Valley of the Dead in Xiao Zhuo's memory, so she could only order the yakshas to search for traces of whisks from house to house. After searching, they came to an ancestral hall. King Yaksha kicked open the ancestral hall with a bang, and a burst of poisonous gas was released from it. However, there was no normal person present, so this poisonous gas had no effect at all. After a little while, the poisonous gas dissipated, and a wide lobby appeared in front of the eyes of humans and ghosts... In the lobby, dozens of humans wearing black robes and black scarves, corpses to be precise, were kneeling on the ground. At the front was a monk. The monk was holding a magic wand, his eyes wide open; the Taoist held the black handle high. Whisk, with a sad look on his face. In front of the monk, a strange man with a shriveled face and skinny bones put his hand on the monk's magic wand and froze in place. "What's going on?" Qin Yao asked in surprise. "It should be that they wanted to take the monk's staff, but were suppressed by the staff. Over time, they withered and died here." Xiao Zhuo said softly.
Qin Yao took advantage of the situation and looked at the dusty Zen staff in the monk's hand: "If we move this Zen staff, will they come back to life?" “There is no way to resurrect from the dead, but it is certain that the resentful soul will leave the body.” “Then let’s get the whisk first.” Xiao Zhuo's hand flashed with light, and he conjured a long sword out of thin air: "Neither Yaksha nor I can touch that whisk, you have to come. Bite your finger, use the blood as ink, draw the Maoshan Talisman on the palm of your hand, and then drive it The Maoshan mana in your body activates the talisman and goes to get the whisk, otherwise you will definitely be suppressed. " Qin Yao did as he was told and grabbed the whisk with the blood talisman in his right hand. When the blood talisman was attached to the black handle of the whisk, the three thousand whisk silk threads suddenly lit up with bright golden light. Xiaozhuo and King Yaksha felt uncomfortable. First Time to exit the ancestral hall. In the dark, Qin Yao felt a gaze falling on him, looking at him for a long time, and finally dissipated. Following the dissipation, there was also the brilliant golden light on the whisk silk. "Are you ready?" Qin Yao took a breath silently and turned to look outside the ancestral hall. Xiao Zhuo raised the sword in his hand and shouted: "Yaksha Legion, prepare to fight!" Hundred thousand yakshas immediately raised their weapons and looked around, ready to fight at any time. In the ancestral hall, Qin Yao suddenly used force and pulled out the black-handled fly whisk from the hand of an unknown ancestor. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the void, and ghost hands stretched out from the ground. “Swish, swish, swish…” Dakini Yaksha was suspended in the air, holding a bow and arrow, and fired thousands of arrows, piercing every ghost that climbed up from the ground. “Puff, puff, puff.” The Earthly Yaksha split into multiple strands, waving various weapons, harvesting the bodies of resentful ghosts like wheat, and collecting their souls into the weapons. With the close and tacit cooperation between the two parties, even though the resentful ghosts underground seemed to be endless, not a single resentful ghost could escape from the village alive. The power of the extraordinary legion was completely exposed in front of Qin Yao, which made his heart agitate. Snatching treasures from tens of thousands of resentful souls is only possible for individual monks who are in the realm of Celestial Master or above. And when it comes to annihilating tens of thousands of resentful souls, I'm afraid even the Heavenly Master would have difficulty doing it. A thing that was impossible to accomplish in the human world was actually happening in front of him. How could he not feel emotional? The most important thing is that this is just a legion under the old demon of Black Mountain. Judging from Xiao Zhuo's ability to mobilize, it should not be considered the top legion in Black Mountain... It is really hard to imagine how powerful the official army of the Yin Division has! “With a three-foot green spear, he can lead an army of millions and push forward for eternity. This is what a man should do.” Qin Yao said softly after regaining consciousness. Xiao Zhuo's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance. What girl doesn’t have a child, and what woman doesn’t want her husband to be an unparalleled hero? What’s more, let’s not talk about whether we like him or not, nor do we say that we look down upon him. In reality, his strength, power, status, reputation... are all somewhat different from his own. If Uncle Jiu hopes that Qin Yao can live in peace for the rest of his life, then Xiaozhuo's biggest hope is that he can become his support in the future. “I hope my hope has hope.” Xiao Zhuo said silently in his heart. (End of this chapter)