Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 169: Song of the Dead

The living suffer, the living cry, and after the living cry, the dead cry.

The dead are tied up, the dead are grieving, and after the dead are grieving, the ghosts cry.

Mulberry tree roots, black earthworms, and poisonous gas fill the air, so stay away.

Under the willow tree, there are ghostly shadows, and the cold wind makes it hard to sleep at night.

The fruit of the locust tree is as poisonous as needles, and the land is dry and lifeless.

Ghosts roam beneath the poplar trees, and bones are piled up before dawn.

The shadows under the trees, the voices under the trees, make the living people feel terrified.

Under the moonlight, the wind was howling and ghost lights were lit beside the dead tree.

At midnight, there were few people around, only ghosts were crying.

The dead tree, the dead tree, the living should not approach or look back.

Dead tree, dead tree, the ghosts linger and the night is hard to get through...

After Meng Ning finished reciting the incantation, the bark of the dry tree standing on the Resentful Skull Peak, which was made up of countless human heads, suddenly cracked and its branches twisted.

Then the roots of the tree below, like countless long tentacles, penetrated deeply into the head, penetrated the skull, and extended into the ground.

Then the tree roots began to move through the head, absorbing the resentment, corpse qi, blood and ghost qi.

These evil auras gathered at the roots of the tree, nourishing the originally dry sapling and causing it to gradually come back to life.

Every twitch of the tree roots would trigger low groans and painful cries from the heads. At this moment, countless souls were struggling and twisting in endless torture.

Soon, the branches of the small tree became thicker and the leaves became greener. A sickening stench of decay and blood began to fill the air.

However, this stench seemed insignificant amid the cries and roars of countless ghosts. Moreover, in Meng Ning's senses, this smell was the sweetness of mana and vitality.

Suddenly, a bloody aura descended from the sky. It was Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Meng Ning's appearance at this moment. At this moment, Meng Ning was wearing a red robe and looked like a demon from hell.

This was because he was covered in blood after harvesting too many zombie heads. The amount of blood from others was so much that even the third level of Reverse Rebirth could not completely purify it, so Meng Ning became a red-robed fairy in the eyes of others.

Zhao Yan: "Brother, are you... okay?"

Meng Ning: "Haha, you're here just in time! Come on, come on!"

Seeing that it was Zhao Yan who came, Meng Ning was overjoyed, as he was in need of a guardian at the moment. However, this happy face coupled with Meng Ning's murderous aura at the moment was terrifying in Zhao Yan's eyes.

My goodness, the peak of resentful skulls behind this guy is estimated to have at least hundreds of thousands of skulls! He won't kill me too when he gets angry, will he?

Meng Ning saw the fear in Zhao Yan's eyes and hurried to comfort him.

"Brother Yan, don't think too much! I haven't fallen into evil or demonic ways!"

After saying that, Meng Ning pointed at Yuanluan Peak behind him and spoke.

"Brother Yan, the heads behind me are all zombies. They committed many evil deeds during their lifetime, and their evil deeds cannot be offset after death."

"In short, destroying the undead corpses is part of my Three True Dharma Sect's responsibility. It can also be regarded as acting on behalf of heaven and upholding justice!"

Zhao Yan swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself that the Three True Methods had been around for thousands of years, and finally a terrifying killing god who could rival Jiang Mingzi had appeared.

"I'm glad you're still conscious, little brother. I was worrying too much. I just defeated an enemy from the coalition forces, so I came to you as soon as possible."

Meng Ning: "Very good, very good. I am in need of trustworthy people to protect me."

Zhao Yan was puzzled: "Protector? Brother, do you want one?"

Meng Ning nodded in affirmation: "Yes, I want to make a breakthrough here, and I hope Brother Yan can protect me later!"

Zhao Yan frowned when he heard this. In his impression, although Meng Ning was very powerful, considering the young man's age, even if he was a disciple of a famous family, he could only open more than half of his body's magical acupoints at most, which was the middle level of magical power.

Is this young man trying to...break through to the level of great supernatural powers?

At this age? On this battlefield?

This was too crazy, so Zhao Yan didn't dare to think about it too much.

In the Dharma-seeking world, as long as a mortal possesses a Dharma cave, he or she is considered to have the qualifications of a Dharma-seeker and can become a Dharma-seeker.

Every Dharma seeker is born with 103 Dharma points, but most of them are closed. Only through various practices can they be opened and strengthened.

A Dharma seeker who can open more than one-third of the Dharma caves is considered to be a Dharma seeker with minor supernatural powers, and one who can open more than two-thirds of the Dharma caves is considered to be a Dharma seeker with medium supernatural powers.

However, the criteria for defining those who seek the Dharma with great supernatural powers are surprisingly consistent in every sect.

That is to open all 103 magic points around the body and be able to use their magic power skillfully.

Those who possess great supernatural powers and seek the Dharma are extremely rare in every era, and their number never exceeds a thousand!

As long as one person can become a person with great supernatural powers, he can become famous throughout the world and establish his own sect!

If a person with great supernatural powers seeking the Dharma emerges from a small sect, this small sect can even directly become a powerful and powerful sect in the world of seeking the Dharma.

It can be said that those who seek the Dharma below those with great supernatural powers are all ants.

And this description is by no means an exaggeration!

Although there are also strength divisions above the Great Divine Power, Zhao Yan was once a Great Divine Power. He is the Supreme of Wangchuan School of Arts, and his strength is far above the combat power of the average Great Divine Power.

However, even so, if he wants to defeat a great supernatural power, he still needs to spend a lot of effort, and even consume his own life span. This is because after a seeker breaks through a magic hole, his life supernatural power will be greatly increased.

The increase in the innate magical power of the seeker who has completely broken through 103 magic points and can use them skillfully is even more terrifying!

For example, if a Dharma seeker's innate magical power is to release water, then when he reaches the minor magical power level, he can probably release a small pond, and the medium magical power is a stream or a river.

And after reaching great supernatural powers, there is an 80% chance that one can release a sea of ​​water.

Zhao Yan looked at Meng Ning with an expression full of disbelief, "Brother, are you planning to open up all the acupoints in your body to achieve a breakthrough to the great supernatural power level?"

Meng Ning nodded. Zhao Yan was worthy of being the former supreme master of Wangchuan Academy of Arts. He was also a leader among the great masters of magical powers. He saw what Meng Ning was thinking at a glance.

Zhao Yan: "Using the Dead Tree Yama to break through? And this Great Yin Yuan Skull Peak is built with so many skulls of living creatures, are you really not afraid of backlash?"

Meng Ning spoke to Zhao Yan after feeling the tremendous magical power coming from the dead tree behind him.

"I am helpless to break through at this moment. I don't know why, but I always feel that death is approaching. Only by taking extraordinary measures can I have a glimmer of hope!"

Zhao Yan: "Your death is approaching? Don't you have two years left to live? Are you saying that there is someone in this realm who can harm you and me?"

Meng Ning looked up at the sky, nodded and shook his head, then he sighed

"Brother Yan, I just said it was just a feeling. According to common sense, no one in this world should be able to threaten you and me, but it's a pity..."

"Sometimes the thing you should never trust is common sense!"

In just a few moments, the dead tree on the Resentful Skull Peak changed from its original dry branches to increasingly vigorous and green, and its size also changed into a towering giant tree that blocked out the sun.

The time had come, Meng Ning flew to the tree and sat cross-legged.

"Brother Yan, please protect me. During this period of time, Meng Ning's life will be in your hands!"

After Meng Ning finished speaking, countless crisp leaves fell from the branches of the dead tree Yanluo behind him. The leaves fell on Meng Ning and combined with the branches to wrap him tightly, forming a big cocoon.

Zhao Yan sighed upon seeing this and sat cross-legged beside Meng Ning to protect him.

At the same time, the remaining few people in Dayan were also carrying out their own struggles in various places.

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