Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 151: Chapter 150: The Lord of the Shrine

“Is it time to hit the road?”

"Where do you want me to go?"

There was fear in Lu Jia's eyes as she looked at the two figures, one black and one white, in front of her.

The forbidden soul-sealing area that seals the Black Evil Valley only prevents them from leaving, but it cannot restrict their individual strength.

Lu Jia thought that the strange forbidden area in front of him should be similar to the previous one, so he planned to try to resist.

But when he raised his hand, the imagined phenomenon of Yin energy condensing did not occur.

"what happened?"

Lu Jia's pupils dilated, and she tried desperately to activate the Yin Qi, but to no avail.

Not only was the Yin energy in his body gone, but even in this strange forbidden area, there was no trace of Yin energy.

Lu Jia looked forward and saw two figures, one black and one white, standing under the oil lamp, slowly walking towards her. As they walked closer, a lamp would light up, illuminating the surroundings.

As the other party approached step by step, Lu Jia's heart could no longer bear the most primitive fear from the bottom of his heart. A voice in his heart kept telling him to "run away, leave this place quickly."

For the first time since Lu Jia became a ghost, she discovered that her body was actually still trembling.

He began to retreat until he turned around and ran into the endless darkness behind him.

He was more afraid of those two guys than the unknown darkness.

"Hey hey hey..."

Bai Wuchang stuck out his long tongue, looked at Lu Jia's fleeing back, and smiled strangely.

Hei Wuchang still had that stiff and expressionless look on his face, but he took the first step forward, and the soul-binding chain flew out like a spirit snake, quickly wrapped around Lu Jia's waist and pulled him back.

"Soul-catching chain!"

Lu Jia never imagined that the thing he once thought was only used to deal with little ghosts would eventually be used on himself, and he had no ability to resist at all.

Now he is like a little devil, and the other party specializes in arresting the evil spirits wandering around the human world.

"No, no..."

Lu Jia screamed in despair, but no matter how he resisted, his body was slowly pulled towards the black figure.

Bai Wuchang narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, curved them into a crescent, and said with a smile: "Today, the underworld is open!"

……

In the Black Evil Valley, Lin Beixuan slapped Lu Jia away with one palm, and then he heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that the other party did not reappear.

"Humph, let me show you how powerful the underworld of my Xuan Nation is!"

The Soul Sealing Forbidden Area can rely on the user's memory to construct a scene and evolve the forbidden area into the imagined appearance, so Lin Beixuan wanted to construct the underworld in Xuan Kingdom's legend.

However, because his memory of the underworld was not deep enough, he did not know what it looked like in the end. But he thought that being able to seal Lu Jia was enough, so he did not delve into it too deeply.

Now that the previously arrogant Lu Jia had been beaten into his own soul-sealing forbidden area, Lin Beixuan did not dare to delay any longer. He immediately picked up the infant spirit that was still waving the scissors in the air, found a way and planned to leave.

He knew clearly what the horn blowing just now meant. Perhaps a large number of ghost soldiers were already rushing here.

Lin Beixuan did not dare to pause for even a second and summoned all the strength in his body. The three Qi beams seemed like bridges that reached the sky. A steady stream of Qi overflowed from the beams, filling up the Qi columns in the acupoints again and flowing through the eight meridians.

But just after he took a few steps, the floating dark mist in front of him was suddenly stopped by some force.

Immediately afterwards, two beams of fire appeared and the snorting of war horses sounded in Lin Beixuan's ears.

call……

A gust of wind blew past, dispersing the mist in front of him. What was exposed in front of Lin Beixuan was countless neatly arranged black-armored ghost soldiers. In the front of the ghost soldiers, a tall figure rode on a ghost horse, wearing scarlet armor and holding an exaggerated long-handled giant sickle in his hand.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing, and there seemed to be a smell of blood in the air.

When Lin Beixuan saw this scene, he suddenly became nervous. His muscles felt like they were stretched taut on the string of an arrow, ready to explode at any time.

Of course, he ran away suddenly.

He could clearly feel that he was not on the same level as the ghost general on horseback, and the huge sense of oppression coming from the other party made him unable to even think of resisting.

Tap tap tap tap…

The ghost horse kicked its hooves from time to time, and soul fire flickered in its skull-like eyes, as if it was ready to charge at any time upon the order of its master.

The atmosphere was eerily silent, and the opposing army pressed towards Lin Beixuan with overwhelming momentum.

Although the other party did not make any movement, cold sweat broke out on his forehead involuntarily. He dared not move his body at all and could only stand stiffly where he was.

Lin Beixuan clenched the sharp knife in his hand and let the baby spirit hide in his arms.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should have an accident.

Now he could only pray that the other party did not have the ability to imprison and take away people's souls like the Soul-Binding God, otherwise he might not even be able to return to the present world.

Finally, the ghost general riding on the horse in front moved, and the huge sickle blade cut through the air, making a terrifying tearing sound.

It rode on a horse without saying a word, but its mighty aura became more and more concentrated.

At this moment, the panel prompt suddenly appeared in Lin Beixuan's mind.

[You encounter a special target: Wuliang (Sickle) - Zuoqiu Ge. ]

[The Wuliang Atlas is opened, and the Wuliang (Sickle) information is successfully unlocked. 】

"Om..."

When Lin Beixuan heard the sound, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly widened, and saw that the ghost general who was originally walking slowly suddenly appeared above his head.

The ghost horse under his crotch was in a running posture, and the heavy sword was raised with a unique buzzing sound...

[You came into contact with and fought against the demon (Sickle) - Zuoqiu Ge, and successfully obtained the fate - Bloodline from him. ]

[Blood Descendants (Blue): In the legends of the secular world, there were once some creatures that specialized in eating human blood and flesh, and were called blood spirits. Their offspring were called blood descendants, with strength +8, health recovery +15, and an additional skill - magic sickle. ]

[Devil's Scythe: The blood of the blood descendants bleeds, and the blood energy condenses in the sickle, giving birth to life, making it more murderous, power -10, intimidation +8, weapon expertise (scythe) +5. ]

[Note: You who have the bloodline fate will be fixed as the master of the Luoqi shrine, enjoying the blood-eating, ancestor-making, chaos, killing, and magic paths. Every time you kill someone, you absorb the blood of a living being, which can restore your own life, randomly increase the intimidation attribute, and randomly reduce the spiritual attribute. ]

Added a new entry - Weapon Specialization (Sickle).

The huge sickle blade brought up a flash of scarlet blood, and the ghost general, whose face and body were completely hidden under the armor, seemed to be born only for killing.

The giant sickle slashed towards Lin Beixuan's neck. Under the terrifying pressure, Lin Beixuan couldn't even raise his sharp knife to block it.

Ghosts, secular gods...

Lin Beixuan didn't know which one was stronger.

But the oppression brought to him by the monster ghost in front of him at this moment was far stronger than that brought to him by the Soul-Binding God.

He stared into the eyes of the ghost in front of him and was ready to die.

But at this moment, the sickle that was about to fall on his neck suddenly stopped, and a jerky sound of footsteps came from behind Lin Beixuan.

The bright red flag fluttered, and the withered bones once again stepped onto this familiar battlefield.

(End of this chapter)