However, Xu Disheng hesitated a little. The secret information and various powerful techniques mentioned by Tan Lu were indeed what he needed now.

What's more, he also claims to be quite knowledgeable about the forbidden formation...

The only possibility for these two Daoji realm beings to lose to two evil ghosts is that they were carelessly trapped in the forbidden formation and consumed by them.

In this way, Tan Lu's method of forbidden formation seems to have merit.

Wei Tianhe was sitting on the spiritual cloud, his mood was extremely complicated. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly: "Junior Brother Xu! Where is Senior Brother Zhi? There has been no news at this moment, and there are teachers who are going up the mountain from other directions.

Brothers, there is no news at all, should we wait for them?"

Xu Disheng opened his eyes, temporarily cut off communication with the ghosts in the Yin-Yang Diagram, and said: "Think about the situation when the three of us encountered ghosts. There were more than ten evil ghosts. How could we escape if we didn't have a magic weapon with us?

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Wei Tianhe's expression changed drastically: "Could it be that they have already..."

He didn't expect this situation before, because Xu Disheng's yin and yang diagram was so eye-catching. With just a swipe, the evil-level ghosts had no resistance and were suppressed.

But don't think that the ghosts at the level of fierce ghosts are weak. If there is no magic weapon, even if two or three fierce ghosts swarm up, an ordinary disciple of the Qi Sea Realm will not have any way to survive.

Out of more than thirty Qi Sea realms and two Dao base realms, only two people returned?

No, there must be some disciples who escaped as soon as they went up the mountain and have returned to the Holy Sect.

But at this moment, Miaohua Mountain has become a paradise for ghosts.

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"Dad, we're finally here." The commoner boy jumped out of the carriage and watched Miaohua going up the mountain, his eyes filled with excitement.

The gloom in the heart of the black-faced man was getting heavier and heavier, almost making him breathless. He looked up at Miaohua going up the mountain, and there was a huge twisted ghost face faintly above it.

It's just...looking at the wooden boxes lined up in the carriage behind him, the black-faced man sighed.

This spiritual tax is paid every ten years, and there is no room for error. If you don't pay it, the whole village may not be spared. After all, Miaohua Sect has never been a place that is unreasonable.

The black-faced man carefully took out a jade pendant from his arms, on which was carved a Bodhisattva with his eyes closed. Although the Bodhisattva had his eyes closed, his majestic appearance seemed to be filled with Sanskrit sounds.

"Come here and bring this to you." The rough big hand took the boy and put the jade on the common boy's neck with great care. "No matter what happens, don't take it off, do you understand?"

The commoner boy curled his lips and didn't pay attention. He looked up at the unattainable Miaohua going up the mountain. His eyes were full of longing and he murmured: "I also want to go up the Miaohua mountain. That way the whole village doesn't have to pay any more."

It’s a spiritual tax.”

The dark-faced man forced a smile, then took out an ancient horn, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently.

When the Miaohua Sect was established hundreds of years ago, such horns were issued to all cities, counties, villages and towns in Guangxi Prefecture.

Once it's time to pay the spiritual tax, you can transport it directly to the foot of Miaohua Mountain, blow the horn, and someone will come down the mountain to meet you.

A figure faintly flew out of the mountain. A black-faced man was blowing a horn, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead from time to time. There seemed to be a cold air running through his body.

Seeing the approaching figure, the black-faced man became more and more nervous, and even inadvertently put down the horn, and just held the clothed boy's hand tightly.

The figure got closer and his face became clearer. He was a young man wearing Miaohua Sect clothes.

The young man glanced at the two of them and said softly: "Pay the spiritual tax? Come in." He gently flicked his sleeves, and the forest in front of him turned into a wide mountain road, enough to accommodate a carriage.

The black-faced man saw the clothes the young man was wearing and felt slightly relieved, but still a little hesitant.

He vaguely remembered that when he came here ten years ago, the disciple who took care of him left the carriage and asked them to return directly.

While hesitating, the young man's face turned cold: "What? You don't have to pay the spiritual tax?"
Chapter completed!