head, just as he was stepping into this narrow path.Perhaps he's a Buddhist monk But this bald head and fierce face don't match the image of a Buddhist at all."I smelled something strange," the bald m...Located in the depths of the Netherworld, Ghost Gate, which represents the boundary between life and death, has appeared in the mortal realm!
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Therefore, the explanation for that ever-persistent fog finally emerged. The fog wasn't man-made, but rather a natural condensation of heaven and earth's principles.
Because the Underworld and Heaven do not meet,
The Ghost Gate appearing in the human world must be concealed.
There were far more wandering spirits gathered here than the living population of Xiaolin Town had ever been. The reason for their appearance became clear at once. The spirits gravitated towards the Ghost Gate, an instinct unrelated to intellect. It was likely that all the wandering spirits in the entire Fenglin City domain were congregated here. And it could be foreseen that as long as this Ghost Gate existed, the number of gathered spirits would only increase, becoming ever stronger!
But, how could the Ghost Gate appear here
Wei Yan almost without hesitation, after understanding the meaning of the three characters "Ghost Gate", drew out a bright red, archaic-looking incense from his bosom and offered it to Zhao Lang, "Quick!"
Of course, he always carried flint with him, and was even familiar with the art of fire walking. But he was still not as fast as Zhao Lang.
Having partnered with Wei Yan for many years, their tacit understanding was self-evident. As the scarlet incense passed over, Zhao Lang had already pinched it between his fingers, a flame leaping up to ignite the incense, burning this not-so-thin incense stick to ashes in an incredibly short time.
Only then did his face darken as he said, "You only have this one red letter on you."
In Zhuang Guo's military, the Xixiang can be divided into three colors: black, red, and yellow. They are all strategic items that only those of a certain status can possess. Black Xixiang is ignited when the entire nation goes to war. There are very few people in Zhuang Guo who are qualified to burn a black Xixiang.
When all hope is lost, the burning of faith represents a person's desperate situation.
And the red signal between them represents the danger of city destruction and land loss!
If the Red Letter ignites, the entire Maple Forest City will tremble, and it will undoubtedly alarm Wei Qi.
Now, the city guards and the Criminal Investigation Department within Maple Forest City are both restrained. Wei Qiji sits in the Lord's Mansion, already a situation where one move affects the whole body. Is a small town like Xiaolin, which has not shown any signs of outside enemies or ghosts so far, worth Wei Qiji personally coming for Or is it that once Wei Yan misjudges and because of Wei Qiji's actions, Maple Forest City encounters some problems, can he bear this responsibility
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But there's no need to dwell on these issues, not with those three words.
Because... that's the Ghost Gate.
Appearing in countless legends, it is an embodiment of the mythological era.
In fact, when the fiery red phantom suddenly ignited before him, the lord of the city, Wei Qiji, rose without hesitation!
He surged into the sky, his whole body engulfed in a whirlwind, roaring towards Xiaolin Town.
Around the same time, Dong'a, who was in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. No matter what time it was, there must always be a powerful figure of this level stationed within Fenglin City. Since Wei Queji had left, he couldn't leave either.
Though no one moved, a voice of authority rang out beyond the room, "Send a message to all disciples who can be reached. Regardless of their current task or cultivation, they must halt immediately and return to Maple Forest City!"
Of course, the academy cultivates the hope of the Zhuang nation. There is a long growth process before this. But when the land is in danger, everyone must fight for it.
Meanwhile, Song Qifang, the current deputy dean of the Dao Institute, was sitting cross-legged in front of a cauldron, gently shaking a fan in his hand to regulate the heat. A very low sigh escaped his lips, "Old."
Kobayashi Town, Wei Yan lit the red signal and didn't stop. Instead, he immediately swung his broadsword horizontally, its sharp blade nearly cleaving through the air before dissipating on that gate tower.
Yes, it just vanished silently and without a ripple.
The following attacks were the same, whether it was fire or wind, any spell cast upon him simply disappeared without a trace. Ling He even threw his own sword, but it too vanished into thin air.
Just as if it never existed, not only did it not exist, but everything that came into contact with it also ceased to exist.
Huang Ajian hesitated at the edge of the Ghost Gate for a long time. He had absolute confidence in his "child urine", but after seeing that Ling He's sword had also disappeared, he very regretfully chose to give up.
"This vortex... should be a connection to the Netherworld. With so many deceased souls here... our attacks would all fall into the Netherworld, not the mortal realm," Wang Changxiang said, frowning in analysis. "What appears before us is likely a reflection of the Ghost Gate, and even the reflection hasn't fully coalesced."
...hasn't come together yet
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The script on the plaque, Jiang Wang had seen in the void illusion realm. He knew it was Dao Wen, characters that expounded upon the laws of heaven and earth. He had been pondering what the Ghost Gate appearing in Xiaolin Town represented, until now hearing Wang Changxiang's analysis, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Then, when will the true reflection of the Ghost Gate condense, and in what way And ultimately, what will it bring to this place
People quickly had the answer.
They are the countless ghosts that permeate Xiaolin Town, a never-ending tide of death. They swarm and converge upon the center.
The group had no time to consider anything else. They could only resort to their old tactics, retreating a distance and then using the Fire Walking Technique to draw a circle around them, sheltering themselves within its bounds.
If someone could pierce the mist and look down from the sky, they would see countless souls surging forward under the pull of some power. It's a vast river of souls, rushing in like streams flowing into the sea!
And the disciples from the Fenglin City Dao Institute, as well as Wei Yan and Zhao Lang, were like bitter, eroded reef stones swept by the river.
Unable to move, unable to resist, and unknowing of the end!
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“Every wandering soul in the Fenglin City region has been drawn here. Perhaps, this is where I will die” Wang Changxiang smiled wryly.
These wandering spirits weren't particularly powerful; they previously roamed freely within the formation. But that was only when they were listlessly wandering without sentience, attacking instinctively only when approached by the living. Now, these spirits had gathered in one place, conveniently blocking our path.
There are too many, endless!
At least within Wang Changxiang's strainedly dispelled vision, they had not seen the end of the wandering souls.
They were unaware that, whereas previously this place had only gathered the wandering souls of those who died in Xiaolin Town throughout history, haphazardly attracting spirits from afar, it now served as a convergence point for every unlaid spirit within the Fenglin City region. And they arrived at a speed far exceeding their own capabilities.
Those dense, soul-like threads that crisscrossed the sky. Within the entire Maple Forest City domain, they formed a web-like pattern visible through spiritual vision, a sight that moved countless powerful individuals.
This is a test.
"No." Wei Yan's voice was somewhat cold, his heart as well, "The city lord will arrive soon."
No one knew how much he didn't want to light that red flare, how much he didn't want that person to see his vulnerable and helpless side. But he couldn't. Facing the legendary existence of the Ghost Gate, he couldn't gamble the safety of the entire Maplewood City for his own pride.
Jiang Wang was also watching those souls that swirled around the "reef," roaring towards the Ghost Gate, only to be absorbed and digested in an instant. His mood was complex, beyond description.
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These ghosts don't seem to have any consciousness. So there's no struggling, no howling, and no apparent regret or pain.
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But they, all were once living people. They were all souls that should have rested in peace, living souls!
Among them, there might be someone who had brushed shoulders with him, or someone he once knew, or his neighbor, his grandparents, or even his father.
He widened his eyes, searching for his father who had died in that bed among the throngs of restless spirits. The man, though not tall, had always been the anchor of his world.
Those phantoms flashed past, like lightning, all around him. He only stared in the direction of Fengxi Town, his eyes bloodshot, but he couldn't see them.
Having lived alone for so long, he didn't want to show his vulnerability. After living with AnAn, he had to be stronger as a brother. He almost never said it, but truly, I miss him!
Jiang Wang really wanted to see him again, but she was also terrified of seeing him.
It's so scary to feel helpless in the face of death.
Suddenly, as if reaching a certain critical point, the vast river of wandering souls seemed to empty in an instant under some kind of power. And the ghostly image of the Netherworld Gate above the vortex became incredibly clear and tangible.
Just then, the City Lord of Fenglin, Wei Qijie, was enveloped by a hurricane as he descended from the sky. But the ghostly figure of the Ghost Gate also vanished at the same instant!
Abruptly, Jiang Wang seemed to feel a gentle breeze brush past his cheek. But as he blinked, everything vanished.
The giant whirlpool disappeared, and the fog that had gathered over Xiaolin Town also immediately dispersed.
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All dissipated, the underworld and heavens no longer visible!e also invented countless methods to ensure safety while exploring the fog of ignorance. But no matter what kind, nothing is as useful as a stable "beacon".So those cultivators who can sense the seeds...
