Existing in the deep of Jiuyou, representing the boundary between life and death, the Ghost Gate has appeared in the mortal world!
As a result, the thick fog that never dissipated now had an explanation. The fog was not man-made, but a natural condensation of the laws of heaven and earth.
Because the underworld and the mortal world cannot see each other, the Ghost Gate appearing in the mortal world must be concealed.
The reason why so many wandering souls, far more than the number of living people in Xiaolin Town, gathered here suddenly became clear. It was an instinct that had nothing to do with consciousness for wandering souls to approach the Ghost Gate. It could be foreseen that as long as the Ghost Gate existed, the gathering of wandering souls would only increase and become stronger!
But how could the Ghost Gate appear here?
Wei Yan almost without hesitation took out a red-colored and ancient-style incense from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Lang after understanding the meaning of the three words "Ghost Gate." "Quick!"
- Of course, he had a flint on him, and he was not unfamiliar with fire magic. But Zhao Lang was faster.
Having worked together for many years, they had an unspoken understanding. At the same time as the bright red incense was handed over, Zhao Lang had already rubbed his fingers together, and a flame shot up on the incense, burning it to ashes in a very short time.
Only then did he say with a slightly unpleasant expression, "You only have this one red incense on you."
The incense in the Zhongguojun was divided into three types: black, red, and yellow, and only those who had reached a certain position could possess them. They were rare strategic items. When the black incense was burned, the whole country would fight to the death, and there were not many people in Zhongguojun who were qualified to burn the black incense.When the yellow incense was burned to ashes, it meant that the burner was in a desperate situation.
The red incense between the two represented the danger of city destruction!
When the red incense was burned, the entire Xiaolin City would shake, and it would even alarm Wei Quji.
Now that the city guards and the Criminal Investigation Department in Xiaolin City were being restrained, Wei Quji was stationed in the City Lord's Mansion, and his slightest movement would affect the whole body. Was it worth it for Wei Quji to personally come to Xiaolin Town, where no enemies other than wandering souls had appeared so far? Or, if Wei Yan made a wrong judgment and caused problems in Xiaolin City due to Wei Quji's mobilization, could he bear the responsibility?
But these questions were unnecessary in the face of those three words.
Because... that was the Ghost Gate.
It appeared in countless legends and was faintly a miniature of the mythological era.
In fact, when the phantom of the red incense suddenly appeared in front of him, the lord of the city, Wei Quji, had already pulled up without hesitation!
He rushed into the sky, wrapped in a hurricane, and roared towards Xiaolin Town.
Almost at the same time, Dong A, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. There must be a strong person of this level in Xiaolin City at all times. Since Wei Quji had gone, he could not leave anymore.
Although the academy trained the hope of Zhongguojun, there was a long process of growth before this. But when the country was in danger, everyone had to fight for it.Meanwhile, the current vice-dean of the Taoist Academy, Song Qifang, was sitting cross-legged in front of an alchemy furnace, fanning himself with a feather fan while tending to the fire. He let out a very low sigh, "Getting old..."
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In Xiaolin Town, Wei Yan did not hesitate after lighting the red letter. Instead, he immediately swung his long sword horizontally, and the sharp blade almost cut through the air before dissipating on the archway.
Yes, it disappeared so quietly, without a single ripple.
The following attacks were the same. Whether it was fierce fire or raging wind, any Taoist magic thrown at it was like a stone sinking into the sea. Linghe even threw his own sword, but it also disappeared without a trace.
It was as if it didn't exist, not only that, but anything that came into contact with it also did not exist.
Huang Azhan stood in front of the Ghost Gate, hesitating for a long time. He had great confidence in his own urine, but after seeing Linghe's sword disappear, he regretfully chose to give up.
"This vortex...should be connected to the underworld. With so many dead souls here...our attacks are all falling into the underworld, not the present world." Wang Changxiang frowned and analyzed, "What appears in front of us should be the reflection of the Ghost Gate, and even the reflection has not yet condensed."
Not yet condensed?
Jiang Wang had seen the font on the plaque in the Illusory Realm, knowing that it was Dao text, explaining the laws of heaven and earth. He had been pondering what the appearance of the Ghost Gate in Xiaolin Town represented, until he heard Wang Changxiang's analysis at this moment and was suddenly shocked.
So when will the real reflection of the Ghost Gate condense, and in what way? And what will it ultimately bring to this place?
People soon had an answer.
It was the countless wandering souls that filled Xiaolin Town, endlessly killing and never-ending. But at this moment, they swarmed towards the center under some kind of force.
The group of people had no time to think about anything else. They could only use the same old trick, retreat a distance, and use the Fire Element Taoist magic to draw a circle, guarding themselves.
If someone could penetrate the mist and overlook from the sky, they would see countless souls rushing over, like a river flowing into the sea!
The disciples from the Fenglin City Taoist Academy, as well as Wei Yan and Zhao Lang, were like bitter rocks washed away by the river.
Unable to move, unable to resist, and not knowing the end!
"All the wandering souls in the Fenglin City region have been attracted here. Perhaps, we will die here?" Wang Changxiang sighed.
These wandering souls were not particularly strong, and they had come and gone freely in the formation before. But the premise was that those wandering souls only wandered without consciousness and attacked instinctively when they approached living beings. Now that these wandering souls were gathering in one place, they happened to block their way.
There were too many, seemingly endless!
At least in Wang Changxiang's barely visible field of vision, they did not see the end of the wandering souls.
What they did not know was that if this place had only gathered the souls of the dead in Xiaolin Town before, and had also attracted scattered souls from further away, now the entire Fenglin City region's wandering souls were gathering here at an incomparably fast speed, far beyond what they could achieve on their own.
The dense lines of wandering souls that cut through the sky formed a spider-like web in the spiritual vision of the entire Fenglin City region, stunning countless strong people."No." Wei Yan's voice was cold, and his heart was too. "The city lord will be here soon."
No one knew how much he didn't want to light that red letter, didn't want that person to see him weak and asking for help. But he couldn't. Faced with the legendary existence of the Ghost Gate, he couldn't gamble the safety of the entire Fenglin City for his own pride.
Jiang Wang also watched those wandering souls that whizzed past the "reefs" and rushed towards the Ghost Gate, only to be absorbed and digested in an instant. His mood was complex and indescribable.
These wandering souls probably had no consciousness. So there was no struggling, no howling, no regrets, no pain.
But they were all once living people. They were all souls of the living who should have rested in peace!
Among them, maybe there were some who had passed him by, or someone he knew, or his neighbors, his grandparents, or his father.
He stared at these densely packed wandering souls, searching for his father who died of illness on a sickbed. The man who was not tall but had always supported his sky.
Those wandering souls flashed by in an instant, fleeting like lightning, appearing from all directions. He only stared in the direction of Fengxi Town, his eyes wide open but couldn't keep up with the speed.
Living alone all these years, he didn't want to show his weakness. Later, when he lived with An'an, he had to be strong as an older brother. He almost never said it, but he really wanted to see him!
Jiang Wang really wanted to take another look at him, but he was also afraid to see him.
Afraid of that helplessness in front of the Ghost Gate.
Suddenly, it seemed to reach a critical point, and the vast river of wandering souls was instantly cleared by some kind of force. And the shadow of the Ghost Gate above the vortex was incredibly clear and specific.
In the next moment, the city lord of Fenglin, Wei Quji, descended from the sky with a hurricane. But at the same time, the shadow of the Ghost Gate also disappeared in a flash!
Vaguely, Jiang Wang seemed to feel a breeze brushing his cheek, but after a moment of trance, everything in front of him changed.
The huge vortex disappeared, and the mist that gathered in Xiaolin Town immediately dissipated.
Everything dissipated, and the underworld and the blue sky were nowhere to be seen!