"Here we are." Zhang Yuanqing stopped in his tracks with a dignified expression.

Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang also showed solemn expressions. In the eyes of the three star officials, the valley was full of yin, blocking the sunlight, and they were full of resentful spirits.

There are men, women, old and young, there are golden soldiers in armor, and there are disciples in Mozong costumes.

Some lost their heads, some were bleeding from their seven orifices, some were full of disgust, and some were mourning and weeping.

But when everyone arrived at the valley, these wraiths floating in mid-air and wandering on the surface all looked over in unison, and stared at them with terrifying white pupils.

Normal people would be terrified when they saw this scene, and even spiritual practitioners would feel chills in their hearts.

Fortunately, except for the three star officials, no one else could see it.

They are still looking at the coffin and stele on the cliff.

Xiahou Aotian gave everyone popular science as usual: "Festival burial is against wasting time and wealth on the dead, and honoring the worthy is to honor talents regardless of high or low."

Madoka nodded slightly:

"Another meaning of festival burial is the use of waste, turning the dead into ghosts to guard the checkpoint. Shangxian's meritocracy is that even the enemy can also be a 'partner', driving it to fight for itself .�

Xiahou Aotian was shocked, and he clapped his hands in admiration: "Enterprise-level understanding."

After finishing speaking, a strong wind blew up in the valley, which made the weak alchemist tremble.

Sun Miaomiao gave a loud warning, shouting: "Back, everyone, back, the ghosts are coming!"

The resentful spirits flooded in like a sea tide.

Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang took two steps forward and stood side by side with Zhang Yuanqing. Dark and viscous energy emerged from the eye sockets of the three star officials, and they used their spirit-eating skills.

The army of resentful spirits who came in the tide stopped together, and there was a commotion.

Ye Youshen played a role in suppressing the wraith.

"It would be great if the soul-calling banners were brought in, these are my soldiers." Sun Miaomiao said with a little regret, taking advantage of the short-term suppression of the army of resentful spirits, she raised her hand to fish for the void.

He grabbed a yellow Taoist robe that was covered in blood and painted with spiritual inscriptions.

She blew on the Taoist robe, then threw it high and said, "Take it!"

The Taoist robe unfolded out of thin air, creating a vortex of Yin Qi.

The resentful spirits screamed and turned into green smoke, followed by the rhythm of the vortex, sucked into the Taoist robe.

Such a powerful prop. Zhang Yuanqing was envious for a while. The Taoist robe was obviously a top-quality prop, and the level and quality were not what Sun Miaomiao, a level 4, could have.

The only source is the blessings of the sect or elders.

It is good to have a Yeyoushen faction as a backer, unlike him, there are only a few exclusive copies of the Yeyoushen who have entered, and the professional props obtained are extremely limited.

The item bar is full of coquettish sluts from all major professions.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from high in the valley.

The brains of everyone at the entrance of the tunnel were shaken, as if someone had hit the head with a stick, warm liquid flowed out of the nose, and the brain was dizzy for a while.

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