The graves in the south of the city were originally a fertile land, and there was a medium-sized village nearby. However, a war disaster occurred decades ago. The soldiers passing by swept the village like locusts and killed the villagers.

After killing people, the leader of the rioters had no guilt or fear at all. He actually lived in the village. Early the next morning, people who passed by found that all the rioters had died completely, and their deaths were extremely terrifying.

Since then, there have been ghosts here, and they are very fierce, so fierce that they are a little indiscriminate. As long as someone stays here at night, nine out of ten will kill their lives, and the remaining one will be scared into a madman. In short, the noise will be very disturbing. Otherwise, the county magistrate would not have made a special trip to Xiangkong Mountain and asked the elders of the Moyun Sect to send their disciples down the mountain to subdue monsters and catch monsters.

However, the disciples of the Moyun Sect came and did destroy a few wild evil ghost leaders. However, there was no way for those who scattered. They all had their own things to do. In addition to practicing every day, they were also responsible for various tasks within the sect. It was impossible to stay here. Therefore, when they came, the chasing treasury would be safe for a few days. Once they left, the brave evil ghosts would return to this night.

It has been almost half a year since the last time a disciple of Moyun Sect came. The chasm has long been a paradise for ghosts. The idle people dared not pass here again as soon as the sky was dark. Ning Qing observed carefully and saw that there was indeed no stranger, so he slowly entered here.

When Ye Jinzi was approaching, it was the most prosperous period for the lonely ghosts to appear. Although Ning Qing had some cultivation, he did not dare to break in with his head and stare in a daze. He took out a broken spirit stone from his body, used his magic power to ignite it, and seized the position at almost the center, and threw it out with force.

The fire light on the spirit stone is very attractive to those living souls, and the burning spiritual energy is more popular among evil spirits. Therefore, as soon as the small fire ball appears, several shadows immediately appear, surrounding the spirit stone from all directions, holding it in the air with a looming black air, and then there seems to be a dispute over ownership, and arguing with a dull low growl. Until an evil spirit with obvious magic power appears, the living souls are more at ease.

The evil ghost already has intelligence and is much more cunning than those living souls. The spirit stone appeared out of thin air. He immediately felt something was wrong. He hurriedly beat the living souls to scatter around, looking for suspicious people. But the moment Ning Qing threw the spirit stone out, he had already retreated. At this moment, he was hiding on a big tree, hiding all his cultivation. He watched these living souls wander around and searching for fruitlessness, and gathered together with the evil ghost again.

The spiritual energy emitted from the spirit stone is very important to these ghosts. Whether it is cultivation or solidifying the body, they cannot do without this thing. However, those who own the spirit stone are usually cultivators, and most of the cultivators in Xiangkong Mountain are dare not understand any wrong ideas, so they have a stronger desire for this thing. Now they have finally picked up a piece that appears out of thin air, and of course they are unwilling to let go. No matter how the leading evil ghost roars, the rest of the guys still come around the spirit stone and try to absorb the spiritual energy burned by the flames.

Seeing that the group of ghosts finally gathered together, Ning Qing quietly took out the Huangquan map, recited a few words of mantras, opened the entrance, and said to Xiaoqian: "Girl, I'm going to prepare to collect ghosts, you can take care of them inside."

"I understand, Brother Ning, don't worry!" Xiaoqian's tone was very confident. With her cultivation level of six or seven levels of Qi refining, these ghosts were indeed not threatened. It didn't matter if they collected seventy or eighty ones, and they could still be punished and obedient.

Ning Qing slowly poked his head out of the tree, held the Huangquantu in his hand, threw it gently into the air, and shouted loudly: "The Yin-Yang Gate is open, close!"

With a command, the Huangquan Tu immediately became as big as a water tank, flashing with dazzling golden light, constantly hovering in the air at high speed, shining the golden light towards the place where the ghosts were. The ghosts shone by the beams all screamed shrillly, fell to the ground in a daze, twisting their bodies in pain. The evil ghost with the strongest cultivation could withstand a while at first, but it was just a cup of tea, and he lost his resistance by the beams. He tried hard to return to the coffin in the cemetery, but he could not take any steps, and finally had to choose to surrender.

All the ghosts fell down. Ning Qing waved his hand, and the changes appeared in the air again. The yellow beam slowly began to rotate in the opposite direction, dragging all the ghosts who fell to the ground into the sky and flew towards Ning Qing. In the end, they were all sucked in by the black hole created by the Yellow Spring Map.

"The task is done!" Ning Qing collected the ghosts and saw that there seemed to be a lot of killing around the grave. He knew that the more powerful evil spirits inside began to be alert and were ready to start a war with him at any time. He had never planned to clean up the chasm at one time. He was just here to find materials, not to come to eliminate the demons and defend the way. He stopped immediately when he saw the good news, and asked Xiaoqian in the Huangquan map if he could deal with it. After receiving the affirmative answer, he immediately turned around and flew towards Xiangkong Mountain.

Not long after leaving, the chasing treacherous ground became noisy again. Several evil spirits with high magic power immediately gathered together and flew towards an inconspicuous grave. They knelt on one knee on the ground and said, "General Qi, a little thief has just arrived. It seems that he is from the Moyun Sect and has captured more than 20 of us."

"What else has he done?" A deep and hoarse voice came from the cemetery.

Several evil ghost leaders looked at each other, nodded affirmatively again, and then said, "It should have been because they didn't do anything. They looked like they were new disciples. Eighty times they had received some mission to eliminate demons and defend the way, so they came to us to make a fuss."

"Then don't worry about him. Please discuss it and put those souls with no potential on the periphery. If someone from Xiangkongshan comes over, ask them to kill a few, and it will be fine after the killing." General Ghost said this, his tone was a little serious, and he instructed again: "We will get back the loss we have suffered sooner or later, but there is something big to do now. Don't you lose the big ones because of the small ones. Do you understand?"

"I understand, and I will definitely not miss the general's major affairs!" After several evil spirits repeatedly promised, they left in scattered again. After about half an hour, more than a dozen souls were driven over and wandered around the periphery of the chasm.

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