Lin Mo suddenly remembered.

The wind demon who had escaped from the evil dragon prison seemed to have entered Fengmen Village.

But since then, something ominous has been attached to him, and his strength has been greatly reduced.

You have to know that each of the Twelve Demon Stars of the Pagoda Cult is a tough guy who has gone through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and is by no means an ordinary person.

If not for this, Lin Mo, who was only at the Hua Jin stage at the time, would not have been able to kill him so easily with one blow.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but frown, his expression solemn.

"I do not know anything……"

Duanmu Ji's voice was trembling as he tried his best to deny it.

Lin Mo took a few steps forward and said urgently, "Tell me! Tell me quickly! Tell me everything you know! The secret of Fengmen Village, the secret of the Thirteen Ghost Gates! What is behind the gate? Why are you so scared?"

The fear in Duanmu Ji's eyes became even stronger, as if he was recalling some extremely terrible events in the past.

He shook his head desperately: "I can't tell you. If I tell you, I'll be living a life worse than death! I don't want to die, but I don't want to live a life worse than death either!"

Lin Mo vaguely felt that Duanmu Ji must be hiding a huge secret that would shock the world.

This secret is enough to overturn all his existing knowledge, he must not miss it!

Duanmu Ji looked at Lin Mo tremblingly and suddenly said, "Don't go in...that door..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly widened.

His eyes were filled with fear, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Lin Mo's heart tightened and he turned back suddenly, but saw nothing.

When he turned around again, Duanmu Ji's eyes were already a little dazed.

He screamed in despair: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything!"

It was like trying to argue with some unknown existence.

"You... violated the rules..."

Suddenly, a faint voice was heard from the darkness.

Duanmu Ji seemed to be under a spell and stood there in a daze, not moving for a long time.

Just when Lin Mo wanted to ask him what was going on.

But Duanmu Ji suddenly went crazy and screamed hysterically.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I really didn't say anything..."

Before he finished speaking, an astonishing scene happened!

A strange black flame suddenly appeared from Duanmu Ji's body.

It is not as hot and dazzling as ordinary flames, but it is cold and deep!

It was like a black lotus blooming in the abyss of hell, instantly enveloping him completely.

He struggled desperately in the raging black fire, flapping his hands wildly and begging for mercy.

But I still can't change my destiny!

Lin Mo watched coldly.

Li Jinping wanted to go forward to rescue.

But the cold aura emanating from the flames was so eerie that one could not get close to it easily.

In just a few breaths, Duanmu Ji's entire body was burned black.

Then, the black flames gradually died down.

At this time, the opponent has become a pile of ashes!

As soon as the wind came out, it drifted away into the distance.

"Is this...is this a curse?"

Looking at the pile of white ash in front of him, Lin Mo frowned.

The desperate wail of Duanmu Ji before his death seemed to still echo in my ears.

"Don't come in! Don't come in!"

Li Jinping was also full of doubts.

"Why don't you go in? The Thirteen Ghost Gates open once every thousand years. It's an opportunity that many cultivators dream of. Why would Duanmu Ji rather die than step in?"

he muttered.

"Could it be that the Thirteen Ghost Gates are not as beautiful as the legend says? Instead, they are hiding a huge crisis?"

A hint of solemnity flashed across Li Jinping's eyes.

But think about it, if this is true, then why are so many people flocking to it?

Among them are many masters such as the head of the Zhuyou Wei family, as well as the masters of several major Taoist sects.

"There must be something fishy going on here!"

Li Jinping pondered secretly.

Because of Duanmu Ji's death, a corner of a huge iceberg has slowly begun to emerge.

But the truth hidden beneath the water remains confusing.

He sighed and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

"The first door should be opening soon, right?"

"I must return to Longhu Mountain as soon as possible to report this matter to my master."

Duanmu Ji's death cast a shadow on everyone's heart.

It also brought a huge mystery to Lin Mo.

What unknown secrets are hidden in the Thirteen Ghost Gates?

Why is Duanmu Ji so afraid of that place?

However, there is no way to clarify this question at the moment, so we can only put it aside for the time being.

The thunder from the sky just now not only killed the Yin God Meng E.

It also sweeps away the cold and gloomy air that has accumulated in the sea of ​​flowers over the years.

The woods were no longer gloomy and eerie.

I think it won't be long before it returns to its original state.

The people living at the foot of the mountain depend on the mountain for their livelihood and the water for their livelihood.

"That's good. The folks living down the mountain no longer have to worry about going up the mountain to hunt and collect herbs."

Looking at the forest gradually returning to normal, Bai Ling felt very relieved.

"Yes, although there are still some evil spirits hiding in the dark, but after seeing the power of the thunder, they will probably have to keep their tails between their legs and dare not show their heads easily." Xiao Fei said with emotion.

In Duanmu Ji's eerie and terrifying cave, everyone found many signs of life, and it was obvious that this guy had been here for a long time.

What’s even more outrageous is that there are also many items needed to assist in practicing evil skills.

For example, mummies and corpse oil are shocking.

However, in the end, they were all destroyed by Master Li Jinping and his two apprentices.

Then they found tools and began to dig out the bodies from the sea of ​​flowers.

One hundred and twenty-one dead bodies of children lay curled up before him.

Like the young leaves withering in winter, they silently tell the fragility and injustice of life.

Everyone was silent, with an indescribable anger and grief in their hearts.

Bai Ling felt extremely heavy-hearted and her eyes were red.

“These children should have been running and laughing in the sunshine, enjoying a carefree childhood, but they died tragically in this desolate place, being ruthlessly deprived of their lives and future…”

She really couldn't imagine what kind of crazy guy Duanmu Ji was.

How could he have the heart to turn these innocent lives into sacrifices for his evil practice?

It's not a pity for such a person to die a thousand times!

These bodies would have been unearthed by several people.

I don’t know when I will see the light of day again.

Everyone carefully pieced the bodies together.

For those that are really damaged, they can only be gently wrapped with petals.

Give them the final dignity and warmth.

I don’t know how much time it took Duanmu Ji to accumulate so many corpses of children.

Such heinous behavior is simply intolerable!

As an orthodox Taoist priest on Mount Longhu, Li Jinping is not only proficient in the art of exorcising evil spirits and slaying demons, but is also familiar with chanting mantras to liberate the souls of the dead.

Faced with so many innocent souls, he stood up without hesitation.

"We must pray for the salvation of these children and let them rest in peace. This is our responsibility and obligation as monks."

With the help of Lin Mo, Li Jinping set up a huge altar.

The altar was filled with incense and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Afterwards, Li Jinping, along with his two disciples, began to chant mantras to pray for the souls of the wronged.

Lin Mo also released the ghost mother Wu Chunxiao and two ghosts.

They bowed towards Lin Mo with gratitude, and then joined the vengeful spirits in the torrent of ghosts.

In the dark, everyone seemed to see the vengeful spirits return to their lovely appearance before they were alive.

He knelt down in front of everyone, then stepped into a mysterious portal and disappeared from sight.

I don’t know whether he really went to the underworld to be reincarnated, or went to another world.

However, Lin Mo believed that if Wu Chunxiao were to be reborn as a human being in the future, he would definitely be as love-minded as he was in his previous life.

Both men and women must keep their eyes open and not regret their lives because of a momentary impulse.

There are still some finishing touches to take care of here.

Lin Mo found an excuse and said he had to leave first.

When Bai Ling heard that he was leaving, a look of loneliness suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Can you leave me your address? If I go down the mountain to train in the future, I will come to find you when I have time."

Bai Ling mustered up the courage to speak.

However, Lin Mo shook his head.

He knew very well what the other party was thinking.

He also knew that Bai Ling's attitude towards him was just out of admiration for the strong.

There is no real emotional basis.

He didn't want to get into any more emotional troubles, and he didn't want to hurt this innocent and kind girl.

"If we are destined to meet, we will meet."

Lin Mo left after saying this.

Only Bai Ling, with a lonely look on her face, was left standing there.

Xiao Fei stood aside, watching the scene quietly, feeling like crying but unable to cry.

"Junior sister, no!"

Li Jinping looked at his disciple's lost look and couldn't help but sigh softly.

“It is human nature for young men to admire love and young women to have a crush on each other.

Perhaps only after experiencing some things personally can people grow up..."