Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 115: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

Xing Suanzi walked in front with a gloomy face, Zhu Ju followed slowly with his hands behind his back, and the somewhat crazy Wan Zian also followed, and walked into Jilefang with laughter surrounded by a group of people.

It's like I want to see how this good show will end.

"Peng!"

Arriving at the backyard, Xing Suanzi waved his hand, and the two wooden doors in front of him opened heavily. He turned around and looked at Zhu Ju with a cold face:
"The visualization diagram is right inside. It depends on whether you dare to look at it."

"Why not?" Zhu Julang laughed:
"Are you sure the visualization diagram is here?"

"Don't worry!" Xing Suanzi sneered:

"For thirty years, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has never left this room. There is no need to lie about this."

"That's good." Zhu Ju stepped in and even bowed to the other party:
"Thank you."

"Hmph!" Xing Suanzi snorted coldly, and the two wooden doors closed again. No more sound came out of the house.

"You just let him in like that?" Wan Zian looked strange:
"I thought you were going to give him a good beating. This is totally out of character for you, Master."

"No need." Xing Suanzi turned around and said in a cold tone:

"Just a dead man!"

"Dead?" Wan Zian touched his chin.
"Could it be that you did something to the visualization diagram?"

As for the secret medicine...

Zhu Ju came well prepared this time, and naturally he had secret medicine with him. Even if Xing Suanzi gave it to him, he was afraid he would not use it.

"The Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts was given by the Great Master Tiandu. I have no ability to tamper with it." Xing Suanzi smiled.
"But is it easy to visualize a breakthrough?"

"Without the protection of a Dharma Master, the soul will inevitably be trapped in the illusion of a hundred ghosts and unable to escape, which will lead to death."

"Oh!" Wan Zian understood and said:
"What if he really succeeds in breaking through?"

"That's absolutely impossible." Xing Suanzi waved his hand, but did not explain why it was impossible.

"It is my fault that Mr. Zhu ruined my fun tonight. I invite you to view the Hundred Beauties Painting."

"Okay!" Wan Zi'an's eyes lit up and he laughed heartily:
"This young master has long heard of the reputation of the Jilefang Hundred Beauties Picture, but you, an old Taoist, have been hiding it."

"This time I can finally broaden my horizons."

"It's not that I won't let you go, it's just that you were too young before. If you were to watch it rashly, it might hurt your body." Xing Suanzi explained with a faint smile:

"But it's okay now!"

"Mr. Wan, please!"

"Go!" Wan Zi'an shouted loudly:

"Let's go, let's go see the beauty."

The group walked up to the second floor arm in arm, laughing and joking, without noticing that there were some unfamiliar guests there.

"Sister Ye."

A big man in purple clothes gestured with his eyes and whispered:
“It’s a row operator.”

"I see." Ye Baici, who was dressed in disguise and looked like a handsome middle-aged man, remained calm.
"Not urgent."

"It will take some time for the Ziwu Fire Power to reach its full potential. When the time comes, we will attack together."

"Yes!"

In the crowd, a few inconspicuous glances met quietly, and then they pretended nothing happened and laughed and joked with the women beside them.

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The room is not big.

About five or six square meters.

In the empty room, there was only an unfolded scroll, covered with a black cloth, obscuring its true appearance.

middle.

There is a futon.

Zhu Ju sat cross-legged on the cushion, pondered for a moment, then smiled and took out the Dragon Roar Water Dew and drank it.

The icy liquid slid down the throat into the stomach, followed by a stinging pain and a little heat rushing to the center of the eyebrows.

"call……"

The dark light suddenly became brighter as if stimulated by something.

Just like a bonfire with wood, before the wood is completely burned out, the flames are much brighter than before.

Set your mind.

Zhu Ju waved his long sleeves lightly.

"Wow..."

The black cloth covering the scroll floated up silently and fell to the ground, revealing the contents of the scroll.

Picture of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!
The Tiandu School has three major visualization diagrams.

Heaven, earth, and ghosts.

The sky is a picture of the longevity of all immortals.

The earth is a thousand-layered map of the underworld.

The ghost is a picture of a hundred ghosts parading at night.

Among them, the Picture of the Group of Immortals is said to point directly to a realm above that of a real person. It was given by immortals and is not an ordinary item from the human world. Only a few people, such as the leader of Tiandu Sect, can see it.

The Netherworld Map is a core part of the religion that can only be passed on.

Only when hundreds of ghosts roam at night, there is no discrimination, and anyone with a destiny in the world can see it.

of course.

There is also a legend behind the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

It is said that this picture was drawn by the drunk judge of the underworld, using the fragments of the evil mirror as a pen and the water of the Wangchuan River as ink.

The painting depicts the scene of the underworld.

Zhu Ju looked at it carefully. The picture was 16 feet long, with indigo as the base and ink as the rendering. Hundreds of ghosts with different shapes were lined up in a row, and the end was hidden in the thick fog, seemingly endless.

The color on it has faded to dark red, like human blood clots. Looking at it for a few more seconds makes one feel terrified and creepy.

A warlock's breakthrough is extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, your mind may become disturbed at best, or you may go crazy and die at worst. You must have a master to protect you.

Zhu Ju naturally didn't need that, as having someone protecting him would only distract him.

He then took out two calming incense sticks and inserted them on the left and right. He flicked the two flames with his fingers and lit the calming incense.

"Visualization diagram!"

Taking a deep breath, the distracting thoughts in his mind slowly dissipated. Zhu Ju stared at the picture of a hundred ghosts parading at night, and released his spiritual thoughts according to the method practiced by sorcerers.

moment.

The scroll in front of him seemed to come alive, and thousands of ghosts jumped out of the scroll and rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness. Hundreds of ghosts immediately gathered in his mind, roaring and shouting.

Along with this, a lot of information flooded into my mind.

Visualize!

Hundreds of ghosts!

Soul!

"I see!"

Zhu Ju suddenly realized something, and his magic formula changed quietly. The mysterious light like fire suddenly gathered and pierced the ancestral acupoint between his eyebrows like a golden needle.

"open!"

The second floor.

Xing Suanzi, who was currently surrounded by women, was taken aback. He sat up straight with a look of surprise and glanced back.
"So fast?"

"No wonder he dared to break through alone."

"pity!"

With his eyes narrowed, he made hand seals and whispered:
"Change!"

Quiet room.

Zhu Ju sat cross-legged in silence, his thoughts racing in his mind. The illusion of hundreds of ghosts in his sea of ​​consciousness did not affect his sanity at all.

'The method of opening the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows in this world is similar to the method used by innate Qi cultivators to open the nine orifices.'

"It's just that the innate true qi needs to be opened up slowly. Although there are differences in speed, it is safer."

'This world is different.'

"Using secret medicine to stimulate and the Dharma to circulate, forcefully breaking through the orifice, if successful, then you will be a master, but if not, you will inevitably get hurt. It is indeed too dangerous without a master to protect you."

"No wonder many sorcerers don't dare to try. Firstly, they don't have the money to buy secret medicine or visualization opportunities, and secondly, they are worried about the backlash of failure."

"But I'm not afraid!"

Zhu Ju's eyes narrowed:
"I am gifted with an extraordinary talent for magic and have already achieved innate mastery. My spiritual power far exceeds that of ordinary sorcerers." "Even if I fail and suffer the backlash, I can withstand it."

"If it doesn't work..."

"That's weird!"

"Ok?"

"what?"

But I don’t know when, the illusion of hundreds of ghosts that originally only existed in my mind seemed to become real.

One ghost after another pulled his body and fell into the endless darkness.

These ghosts howled fiercely, not only shaking the soul and sea of ​​consciousness, but even devouring the essence of the physical body.

A living person would probably be sucked into a dried corpse in just a few breaths.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons picture that could originally help people break through turned into a man-eating monster, pulling Zhu Ju's soul, flesh and blood and throwing it towards the scroll.

"OK!"

How could he not know what had happened? Zhu Ju's eyes widened:

"you wanna die!"

"Earthly Demon True Body, get out of here!"

"boom!"

The violent evil spirit burst out of his body, and the ghosts around him were hit by the evil spirit. They screamed and wailed and turned into wisps of green smoke.

Evil spirit breaks the law.

This is where his confidence lies.

"Peng!"

The second floor.

The operator suddenly slammed the table and stood up:

"Good boy, you actually ruined my spell!"

"No wonder you dared to contradict me in person. It seems you came prepared. If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude. Come on!"

"call……"

The wind was blowing violently.

There were guards patrolling Jilefang. At this moment, some of the guards' eyes moved slightly, and their figures quietly disappeared from the spot.

But none of the people traveling with them noticed it.

If there was a wizard here, he would definitely be able to "see" that the paper people were jumping through the window and rushing towards a room.

Quiet room.

Zhu Ju still sat cross-legged without moving, and the mysterious light like fire gradually opened up the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows.

A paper figure floated in from the gap in the door, accompanied by a flash of white smoke, and there was one more person in the scene.

The man was dressed like a rough man, carrying a pig iron weight weighing a hundred pounds, with a cold face and murderous eyes.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Pieces of paper people entered the room and transformed into human figures.

There were merchants, beggars, one-eyed women, and strange dwarfs, all staring at Zhu Ju.

"Painted Skin!"

Zhu Ju's eyelids twitched:

"Okay, you really want to fight to the death?"

"Humph!" The fat man holding the golden abacus sneered at the words, and with a flick of his long sleeves, he shot out dozens of copper coins.
"You've offended my master, and you still want to leave alive?"

Ask for directions with copper coins!

This was the technique he mastered when he was alive, incorporating various techniques such as divination, spell-breaking, and hidden weapons.

It is always effective against ordinary warlocks.

However,

The person he met today was Zhu Ju.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

When the copper coin was five feet away from Zhu Ju, it collided with the invisible force and immediately fell to the ground and disappeared.

These people are all paper figures who have been cursed with the "painted skin technique".

Some were captured and refined by Xing Suanzi, while others took the initiative to surrender, exchanging their painted skins for immortality.

They possess the abilities they had in their lifetime, and with the help of the art of painted skin, they are not afraid of mortal weapons.

"Sure enough, there are some tricks."

The businessman narrowed his eyes:

"Go together!"

"Shh!"

The first reckless man to arrive took the initiative to attack, and the weight weighing hundreds of pounds was swung by him, leaving behind a lot of afterimages.

"go with!"

The weight flew out of his hand, shooting out like a powerful crossbow.

Another one laughed sweetly, influencing other people's minds with her voice, while shooting out spider silk at the same time.

There was a swordsman holding a sword in his hand, and the sword was shining.

There was a juggler manipulating more than ten throwing knives, which were flying around in the field, looking for flaws.

These people were able to be taken in by Xing Suanzi, and they had achieved considerable accomplishments in their lifetime and their methods were extraordinary.

only……

"Peng!"

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Sparks flew in the field, but Zhu Ju sat there unmoved, not even trying to fight back. He relied solely on his strong physique to defeat a group of people and return empty-handed.

"What an amazing hard work!"

"What kind of spell is this?"

"Hehe..." The woman laughed sweetly:
"It's okay. He is currently opening his brow acupoint. We don't need to defeat him. We just need to prevent him from fully unleashing his power."

"on!"

As he spoke, he shook the copper bell in his hand. The bell rang loudly and ghosts howled continuously, which made Zhu Ju frown.

He may not be afraid of mortal methods, but he will eventually have to distract himself to practice his skills to resist. Moreover, he is not a saint and cannot ignore everything.

After being disturbed, the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows showed signs of closing.

"court death!"

With his eyes focused, Zhu Ju placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

next moment.

Ghosts and gods are limited!
The first limit - thousands of mountains shrouded in fog!
Rays of sword light appeared out of thin air, interweaving into a dense sword net. The sword energy condensed and gathered into a mist that shrank the mountains, covering the entire scene in an instant. Ghosts and paper people disappeared in the sword energy.

The remaining momentum is not yet exhausted.

Continue to expand outward.

"boom!"

The house was shattered and the scene shook in all directions. The terrifying murderous intent even swept across the entire Ji Le Fang.

The few people who were hiding their identities on the first floor changed color when they heard the sound. They looked at each other and saw the confusion in others' eyes.

"what happened?"

"Someone is doing something behind the scenes!"

"Who is that person? What a powerful sword intent!"

"..." Ye Baici's expression changed. He suddenly overturned the table in front of him and took out an oil lamp.

"Do it!"

As she snapped her fingers, the oil lamp suddenly lit up with a flame, which quickly grew in the wind and swept in all directions.

"boom!"

Ji Le Fang instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

(End of this chapter)