Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Qingli guessed that the eye of the formation was most likely hidden in the center of the mountain behind Xuanjing Temple. Chu Yuncang left a small group of people to guard the place and took Xie Qingli, Wuyou and others into the dense forest.

The dense forest was covered in white, and the outlines of the trees became blurred in the thick fog, as if they were gently wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving only faint shadows.

Wuyou stared at the compass in his hand. The needle jumped wildly and pointed in a certain direction, but he no longer dared to follow the compass. He asked doubtfully, "How do we go?"

Xie Qingli said softly: "The fog is too thick and my eyes are unreliable. Now I can only walk by feeling." After that, he closed his eyes, pictured the direction of the center of the back mountain in his mind, and slowly walked in one direction.

Chu Yuncang immediately understood what Xie Qingli meant. He gently took Xie Qingli's hand and whispered to the people behind to follow closely. Then the group walked forward quietly.

As we moved forward, the fog became thicker and thicker, almost to the point where water droplets formed beads of water, and everyone was soaked.

Suddenly, Wuyou whispered, "It's here!" He quickly passed Chu Yuncang and Xie Qingli and stopped in a place where the fog seemed to be solidified.

Everyone stopped and looked at Wuyou in front of them.

Wuyou just waved his hand gently, and the mist scattered like water waves, but soon gathered together again.

Although it was only for a moment, everyone saw that behind the mist was a giant head covered in black hair?!

Everyone was shocked. Could a normal person's head grow so big? Could it be a monster?

Wuyou's expression remained calm as he took out a talisman from his bosom. His eyes widened as he muttered something and then threw the talisman out.

The fog at the center of the formation fled in all directions as if it was driven away, revealing the true appearance of the center of the formation.

It turned out that it was not a human head, but a round stone covered with densely tangled bunches of hair.

Chu Yuncang frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Master, what is this?"

Wuyou's expression was stern, and he said in a cold voice, "This is the 'Moth Grave,' made from the hair of hundreds of thousands of people. It's a sinister spell from a perverse and evil sect."

Xie Qingli asked in confusion, "Collecting hair from so many people is not an easy task. Could it be that they collected it from pilgrims?"

Wuyou shook his head and said in a deep voice, "This moth tomb is covered entirely with the hair of a deceased woman. Its power is incomparable to that of ordinary moth tombs!"

Chu Yuncang's heart trembled. No wonder he hadn't seen Xuanjing Temple send anyone to guard the back mountain. It turned out that this formation was so powerful. He asked gently, "Master, do you know how to break it?"

Wuyou smiled brightly and said confidently, "Although it's a little troublesome, this little trick won't faze me!"

Then, he took out the compass and talisman and operated them for a while. Finally, as the talisman in his hand burned, the hairs turned into ashes.

Xie Qingli even had a slight illusion that she heard the wailing of countless women.

Everyone originally thought that the center of the formation was destroyed and the fog would dissipate instantly, but after waiting for a few breaths, there was no other change except that the fog around them became slightly thinner.

Wuyou was also a little surprised. He took out his compass and walked around the moth tomb a few times. Suddenly, he stopped and muttered, "This formation actually has three core points..."

Chu Yuncang and Xie Qingli were shocked. Finding the array center was so complicated. There were only two left, but they didn’t have much time!

Wuyou stared at the compass and walked straight in one direction, but stopped after walking about a hundred steps.

He repeated his old trick, revealing a dagger lying casually on the ground.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the dagger looked ordinary. They all suspected that Wuyou had made a mistake. It looked like a sword that was casually thrown here. How could it be the center of the formation?

One of the guards couldn't help but ask, "Master, is this dagger really the core of the formation?"

Wuyou answered every question and explained, "This dagger may look ordinary, but it has actually taken countless lives and has stained many souls, so it carries a great deal of resentment."

Everyone was a little skeptical. Such a short sword would hardly take a person's life unless swung at close range. How could it kill so many people?

Wuyou, however, focused on performing the ritual, and by the time he completely broke through the core of the formation, beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

He held the dagger in both hands, carefully attached two talismans to it and put them into his sleeve. After finishing the business here, he would need to liberate the souls of the dead.

Wuyou picked up the compass again, walked about two hundred steps in another direction, and stopped under a lush locust tree.

The fog here was extremely thick, and everyone standing a few steps away could hardly see Wuyou's outline.

When Wuyou cast a talisman, the fog around everyone dissipated and their vision became clear.

I saw Wuyou standing under the huge branch of the locust tree. An arm's length away from his head, there was a bright red heart floating. Judging from its size and shape, it was obvious that it was a human heart!

Everyone's heart couldn't help but rise. The scene before them was weird and terrifying, as if their hearts would start beating in the next second.

Chu Yuncang frowned. What he saw today was just as bizarre as the strange dream he had in the past. It was beyond his imagination. He hurriedly reminded, "Master, be careful. The demons in Xuanjing Temple are not good people. I'm afraid they are up to something!"

Wuyou nodded, and he recalled the teachings of Taoist Lingxu: the bad people in the world are sinister and cunning, so you must not take anything lightly!

He quickly gathered his thoughts and looked around carefully. After walking around the locust tree, he discovered a somewhat shriveled heart hanging on the other side of the tree.

Wuyou frowned and pondered for a moment. If he wanted to break the formation, he would need to destroy both hearts simultaneously. The owners of these two hearts were both unfortunate women, trapped here against their will. He would help them escape from suffering and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Wuyou's face was solemn and dignified. He pulled out the heavy and ancient magic sword behind him. His eyes flashed with determination. He muttered something, and the magic sword in his hand danced, leaving traces in the mist.

The spells became more and more rapid, and the magic sword danced faster and faster. With the last loud shout, the magic sword in Wuyou's hand suddenly slashed out a sword energy towards the two hearts.

The two hearts withered instantly, emitting a foul stench, and the mist in the forest suddenly began to fade.

Wuyou quickly took out two jade cups from his arms, carefully gestured twice on the two hearts, as if collecting something, then he sealed the cups and pasted a piece of talisman paper on each of them.

As he moved, the two withered hearts instantly turned into powder and dissipated into the air.

Wuyou put away the jade cup and said to Chu Yuncang, "The formation has been completely broken!"

Chu Yuncang nodded and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work, Taoist Priest!" Then he led everyone to rush towards the courtyard where the ritual was to be performed...