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Li Yunshu glanced at the hundreds of disciples in front of him.
"No, how can it be called despicable to bully a minority?"
Li Yunshu opened his dark eyes and seemed to be talking to himself.
"I have few people, but I have many ghosts."
On both sides of the road, thousands of lonely ghosts were watching them.
There are old ones and young ones, male ones and female ones.
There are many evil spirits among them.
The souls of the dead can most likely confuse people's souls and wills, but they may not be able to use weapons to capture enemies.
Human beings are yang and ghosts are yin. People with a firm mind are never afraid and will not encounter ghosts.
Only those who are uneasy in their hearts are often confused.
Ghosts possess the weaknesses of human nature. In fact, they are more afraid of real death and are instinctively afraid of weapons.
Often the murderous aura in warriors, murderers, and butchers who come off the battlefield can suppress ghosts.
However, there are always some ghosts that can transcend instinctive fear.
This kind of ghost is called a fierce ghost.
Li Yunshu took out a Qiankun bag, which was filled with yellow paper bought by Zhu Ting.
Li Yunshu took out a stack of yellow paper and threw it into the air.
The yellow paper spontaneously ignited and fell to the ground.
This behavior is very strange in everyone's eyes.
But what Li Yunshu saw was that a group of ghosts swarmed up and grabbed the burned yellow paper.
He is not burning paper, he is throwing money.
The ghosts who didn't grab the money all stared at Li Yunshu.
Li Yunshu scattered yellow paper all over the sky again, but the yellow paper was not burned.
Then he looked at the hundreds of disciples from various major sects in front of him. At this moment, they couldn't wait to take action.
"I'll give you one more chance. It's not too late to leave now."
"Senior, there's no need to bluff. No one in the ghost realm can leave today, including your clone."
Li Yunshu only said one sentence.
"Kill them."
Mu Xiufeng shouted loudly, and the four geniuses took action at the same time.
In the end, only Mu Xiufeng rushed to Li Yunshu.
Glancing back, he saw that the other three people were standing motionless.
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Mu Xiufeng and Li Yunshu looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.
At this moment, he felt fear.
He didn't know what method Li Yunshu used to control the other three. The unknown was the most frightening.
The people behind them were forced to stop after running halfway.
"How is this going?"
"Why aren't they moving?"
"Are you still going to fight?"
A disciple of Lanque Pavilion shouted:
"Let's all come together and kill these demons in the ghost realm."
puff--
Another disciple from Lanque Pavilion behind him stabbed him in the stomach.
His Dantian was also shattered, and until his death, he never thought that he would die in the hands of his own people.
Ghosts cannot take away people from the human world, only the soul can take away others.
But ghosts can take over and control people's actions.
Hundreds of people suddenly became a mess.
Some hacked each other, some swung their swords to kill themselves, and some female ghosts took the opportunity to suck Yang Qi.
In just a moment, half of the hundreds of people were dead.
Mu Xiufeng looked at everything behind him in horror.
"What kind of magic did you use?"
Li Yunshu looked at Mu Xiufeng carefully. He was the only one who was not haunted by evil spirits.
With the Dark Eye open, Mu Xiufeng exudes a faint glow of power.
Once hired by the imperial power, ordinary ghosts cannot harm them.
The brilliant aura in Mu Xiufeng's body is precisely because he is the little heavenly master of the Taoist sect conferred by the leader of Long Mu.
"Chechi."
Mu Xiufeng disappeared on the spot and reappeared within three meters of Li Yunshu.
The long sword in his hand stabbed Li Yunshu's throat.
Li Yunshu clamped the tip of the sword between his fingers, making it difficult for Mu Xiufeng to make any further progress.
"Tian Gang Thunder."
Thunder and lightning appeared on the long sword and quickly reached Li Yunshu's fingers.
"Karma Fire Netherworld."
Li Yunshu's whole body was filled with karmic fire, and the thunder and lightning were instantly forced back.
puff--
Mu Xiufeng vomited blood and was forced to retreat ten meters away.
The long sword in Li Yunshu's hand was melted by the karma fire and fell to the ground.
Although they are both at the first level of the Earth Realm, their strength is very different.
The yellow paper on the ground was ignited by karma fire, and the ghosts scrambled for it.
The man possessed by the demons is free again.
However, some people have stayed here forever and become one of the ghosts.
Everyone stepped back and looked at Li Yunshu in horror.
Li Yunshu stood with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but think of those lines in his heart.
"Some people say that money can make millstones go round, but I think money can make millstones go round."
"As long as I have money, I can buy the sky above, the land below, and the air in the middle."
"As long as I have money, I can silence a living person."
"As long as I have money, I can make the dead breathe."
The Ghost Realm disciple behind Li Yunshu said: "Master Patriarch, they want to run away."
Taking advantage of Li Yunshu's distraction, everyone who retreated quietly stopped one after another.
Li Yunshu said with a smile: "You'd better hide and let me see you again, I'm afraid I won't be in such a good mood."
"Come on."
Mu Xiufeng and others fled one after another.
Before the barrier of Hongxiao Ruins was opened again, they had to go around Li Yunshu.
The practitioners who could not walk on the ground were directly abandoned.
The ghost domain disciples stepped forward one after another and killed those who were lying on the ground alive.
At the same time, they began to search for cultivation resources from the dead.
Those who can enter here are more or less qualified disciples in their respective sects.
Naturally, there are some spiritual weapons, spiritual stones, and spiritual techniques on his body.
After grabbing the money, the ghosts looked at Li Yunshu eagerly again.
Ghosts are also greedy. Everyone wants more of what they get for nothing.
Li Yunshu didn't come here to be a money-splitting boy, he wanted to find Hongxiao's secret treasury.
"Next, let's have a prize-winning quiz. I'm looking for anyone in the Hongxiao secret library who can provide clues."
Li Yunshu raised the yellow paper in his hand.
"The reward is a stack of yellow paper."
When the ghosts heard this, they immediately showed ferocious expressions.
They all came forward with bared teeth and claws, as if Li Yunshu would tear him into pieces if he didn't continue burning paper.
"Ding! Trigger passive, Yama."
Li Yunshu sneered in his heart.
"You really shouldn't burn paper randomly. Otherwise, if you don't have any means of self-defense, you may be haunted by evil spirits for the rest of your life and become a cash withdrawal machine."
Behind Li Yunshu, the black body appeared again.
The group of ghosts stopped one after another, and the ghost standing at the front quickly retreated.