Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 362 Putting things right
Behind Gong Mengbi, the yin dragon let out a long howl, "Where can I escape!"

He hit a stream of mana on the banner of Hundred Souls, driving the ghosts and immortals in the banner to chase after them, "Bring them all quickly!"

These ghosts and fairies came out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

This "Ma Qingji" called his uncle, uncle, and ancestor, but he didn't hesitate to order them to come.

These ghosts and immortals took great pains to deal with Gong Mengbi, even the dragon scale's defense was hard to break through, and they couldn't even get close to Gong Mengbi's body, but when dealing with the disciples of Xima Mountain, they could catch every one of them.

Gong Mengbi stood on the spot, all the scales on his body disappeared, he looked up at the Hundred Soul Banner, which was stained red with blood, and the master of Xima Mountain was at the top of the banner, stretched out his hand and pulled his soul out of the corpse .

The sixth-rank Yinshen, the head of Xima Mountain, was held by him like a chicken, looked at him tremblingly, and begged: "Old Ancestor, spare your life!"

Gong Mengbi looked at him indifferently, and asked: "Let me ask you, when were the infant spirits, old ghosts, sick corpses, and dead souls in the Four Pain Formation raised?"

The head of Xima Mountain fell to his knees, kowtowed and said, "This junior was raised in the formation five years ago."

Gong Mengbi's expression became even colder: "Who told you to change the Four Suffering Formation, and change the well-behaved Mind-Refining and Asking Formation into this evil formation!"

The head of Xima Mountain begged: "The younger generation was entrusted by the King of Wu to raise ghosts and evil soldiers in the formation for use when they rise up."

Gong Mengbi was stunned: "King Wu..."

The head of Xima Mountain said: "I climbed up Xima Mountain to the king of Wu, and the king of Wu has a sign of aspirations. If it succeeds, my Xima Mountain will immediately enjoy inexhaustible benefits because of the merits of the dragon. The ancestor's achievements are unrivaled , the disciple is willing to recommend for the ancestor, even if he is only canonized by the king of Wu, he can accumulate treasures and goods, and be popular in the practice of dragon energy. Ancestor, spare the disciple's life."

Gong Mengbi sighed, and said: "The king of the world, no matter how selfish he is, must have the ambition to have the world in his heart. If he doesn't have the virtues of the world in mind, how can he sit on the throne firmly by relying on evil tricks? You just look at Success, but I don’t know what kind of situation Xima Mountain will be reduced to if it fails.”

The head of Xima Mountain looked up at Gong Mengbi, his eyes were full of panic and fear, and he couldn't listen to Gong Mengbi's words at all.

Gong Mengbi lowered his eyes and said: "That's right, Xima Mountain is full of wealth for one person. It hurts everyone and enriches you alone. You really don't care about Xima Mountain. King Wu is like you, harming the people of the world and benefiting only one person." , no wonder you can come together."

Once Gong Mengbi rolled up his sleeves, he took the head of Xima Mountain into his sleeves and trapped him in Vimalakirtan's room.

One by one, the ghosts came back with the disciples and elders of Xima Mountain. In the whole Xima Mountain, there was only one sixth-rank master, and the rest were elders of seventh-rank Taoism, and disciples of eighth-rank and ninth-rank. Among ghosts.

Not to mention that Gong Mengbi's magic power sacrificed the Hundred Soul Banner and blessed all spirit ghosts, which was far superior to the head of Xima Mountain.

Gong Mengbi pulled up the Hundred Souls Banner, and shook off the body of the head of Xima Mountain on top of the banner.

This pampered and domineering head fell into the dust, which made the congregation of Xima Mountain tremble.

Gong Mengbi held the Hundred Soul Banner and said, "Let's go up the mountain."

Guixian escorted the elders and disciples of Xima Mountain up the mountain, and rolled up the body of the head of Xima Mountain until it reached the main hall of Xima Mountain.

The treasure hall is magnificent, and I don't know how much wealth is wrapped in the world.

In front of the hall is the performing field, which is the place where all the disciples practice Taoism.

Gong Mengbi stood on the stage, threw the body of the head of Xima Mountain on the ground, stretched out his hand, and untied an elder from the restraints, saying: "Call me all the people on Xima Mountain."

The elder kowtowed, "Patriarch, wait a moment."

He immediately rang the golden bell in front of the hall, and when the golden bell rang, it rang Xima Mountain.

But for a moment, those Xima Mountain disciples, servants, and attendants who had low mana and were not strong enough to fly to the battlefield all gathered in front of the hall.

Gong Mengbi stood on the high platform, seeing everyone in Xima Mountain kneeling and shivering in front of the hall, Gong Mengbi said slowly, "I am Ma Qingji, the sixteenth generation disciple of Xima Mountain, a disciple of the Corpse Immortal Sect. After all, you should all call me Shizu."

No one dares to talk, and no one dares to conform.

Gong Mengbi said: "My Taoism in Xima Mountain is inherited from the patriarch Xima Taoist. The patriarch's talent is not high, and everyone says he has no talent for cultivation, but the patriarch's heart to the Tao is firm. Since he is limited by his endowment, then I found a way that doesn't require endowment, so I came here to practice with a few Taoist companions, leaving behind the Taoism."

"I don't need to mention the inheritance left by Taoist Xima and several Taoist companions, but you know that there are three schools of ghosts, corpses, and secularism. One school seeks to escape from the yin, the other seeks to return to the yang after death, and the other seeks to practice wealth and honor. "

"My Xima Mountain disciple can have nothing else, but the only thing I can't do is to have the heart of Taoism. Although the method of asking in Xima Mountain is a heretical way, it is by no means an evil way."

"Back then, I went out to Xima Mountain to find an opportunity to practice the form-refinement method. I have achieved success today. It has been many years. I thought that returning to the mountain was a return to my hometown with honor. I met old people, but I saw that Xima Mountain has now fallen to this place."

"Four bitter questioning formations have become a magic formation for raising evil spirits and demon corpses. The Ghost Immortal School and the Secular School destroyed the Corpse Immortal School, and sacrificed all the disciples of the Corpse Immortal School to become skull gods. The seniors who practiced the way of ghosts and immortals were killed. Sealed in the Hundred Soul Banner and driven, I don't know how many murders I have caused."

"The good Xima Mountain has turned into this kind of evil demon sect that hides all kinds of filth!"

Gong Mengbi burst into tears, "When I come back now, not only will I not see any of my old friends, but I will see my own house turned into this!"

All the elders and disciples in Xima Mountain lay on the ground and couldn't help trembling, feeling the infinite murderous aura from Gong Mengbi's mournful tone.

Gong Mengbi wiped away his tears, and said: "Today, I will set things right, clean up the discipline, comfort the ancestors, and set up rules for Xima Mountain!"

He stepped forward and kicked the dead body of the Xima Mountain headmaster in front of everyone, saying: "As the headmaster, if you don't respect your predecessors, don't teach your disciples, harm your colleagues, and feed evil spirits, you should be punished!"

"Push up!"

Immediately, ghosts and immortals escorted the elders from Xima Mountain and pressed them to kneel in front of the disciples.

With a glance of Gong Mengbi's eyes, he could clearly see the resentment and evil spirit tainted on them, and said: "As an elder, if you don't teach your disciples, kill people and steal their souls, and kill all living beings, you should be punished!"

"Old Ancestor, forgive me!"

"Forgive me! Patriarch!"

"The disciple is willing to repent and begs the ancestor to spare his life!"

Gong Mengbi's dead fish's eyes were red with tears, and said, "Repent? It's too late!"

He stretched out his hand, Yin Qi formed into a long sword, and fell into his palm, "If I don't kill you today, how can I calm down the mountains and seas of resentment!"

With a flash of sword light, a head fell to the ground.

The headless body fell forward, blood spurted out of the cavity, and the stone bricks in front of the hall were stained bright red.

Gong Mengbi slashed from one end to the other with his sword.

Seeing that Gong Mengbi was merciless, those elders either cursed, cried, or made a lot of ugly appearances.

Gong Mengbi just walked over step by step, unwavering, with a sword.

(End of this chapter)