"At first, I only thought the Hu Family Town's tax laws were overbearing, but now it seems the Meng Family's Tongyin Arts are no different..."

At the same time, Hu Ma led Xiao Hongtang, who was holding a brazier, onto the street. She saw that the Stone Horse Town was shrouded in a strange mist, and there were mournful cries everywhere.

The Qian Sect's accounts were meticulously kept, and the Lantern Blessing Ceremony was carefully designed. Why does it seem so easily defeated now?

The ten vats of blessings nurtured by evil objects would have been enough to bless an entire prefecture, but against the Meng family's methods, they only lasted for a short while...

It can only be said that the Qian Sect is far behind the Meng family. The blessings accumulated over many years were easily dispelled...

"Xiao Hongtang, light the brazier!"

Hu Ma walked out of the house, took a deep breath, and said, "After you light the brazier, stay by it. If it goes out, run! Run fast! If you encounter danger, you can use anything in the basket."

Xiao Hongtang's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Everything?"

What a fierce blade! Although it was originally a waist saber, it has now been forged into the shape of a ghost-head broadsword, known for its baleful aura. It's heavy and substantial.

Hearing this, the blade that was about to fall on the old master's chest suddenly trembled. The old master involuntarily swung his arm and threw the knife out the window.

Some people even saw figures and subconsciously wanted to reach out for help, but Hu Ma walked right past them, while looking up at the sky above the town.

"Hmm?"

"..."

The old master raised the knife, staring at it intently, as if he too had been affected by the baleful aura. He laughed sharply, "I've been in this business for many years, and I don't know how many good things I've made."

"Thank you!"

Since he cultivated the Dharma Idol (fa xiang), he hasn't had a chance to use it properly. Now, he was stirred up, and even the arrogance inherent in the Dawei Tiangong General Seal technique gradually gave rise to some heroism.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a sly chuckle, like a mischievous ghost.

But now, in the night sky and the pervasive black mist, he could vaguely see a tall figure, full of decay and ruinous energy, hazy and indistinct, facing the direction of the town, holding four incense sticks in his hand, slowly bowing to the town.

It suddenly became excited, mustered all its strength, and reared its head violently, even breaking the stable post to which its reins were tied. The stable collapsed, crushing the innocent donkey and other people's livestock.

As soon as he said these words, in the stable of the inn, the horse that had been listless since the beginning of the Lantern Blessing Ceremony, stood up when the cold wind blew, restless, shaking its head and tail. Its ears perked up.

"Such a good, fierce weapon, how can it not have anything to sacrifice to the blade? Sacrifice to the blade..."

But just then, they suddenly heard the sound of rapid hooves approaching outside the shop. In the thunderous hoofbeats, a voice shouted, "You cunning and treacherous thing, now that you've been forged, why don't you come quickly?"

Amused, he strode out of the house and stood on the street. Just now, he was surrounded by a bustling crowd, but now it was a scene of decline, with countless cries and groans in his ears, and everyone he saw had a pale face.

"Pa!"

This was one of his three small skills at the Seven Apertures level after entering the mansion, Ghost Whisper.

"Running to other people's place to deal with their arrangement?"

In the blacksmith shop, the old master who forged the blade was also taking advantage of the town's sinister atmosphere and waning blessings, risking his old life to forge the blade to perfection.

"But I don't know why, forging this blade is like being possessed, being obsessed. This skill doesn't seem like mine, but like someone borrowed my body to forge the blade."

Hu Ma was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had to pay attention to the education of his children in the future, otherwise Xiao Hongtang would learn from the Red Lantern Goddess and the Miaoshan Immortal Maiden...

Xiao Hongtang nodded vigorously, "Okay, okay, you quickly let the brazier go out..."

But the old master did not rush over, but swept his sinister gaze over their faces one by one, as if he was not satisfied.

"Hiss..."

"Horse, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Shua!"

Then, using large tongs, he grabbed the blade and plunged it into the prepared pool of Tai Sui blood. Green smoke rose suddenly, and faintly, the disciples seemed to hear a fierce and eerie strange laugh.

They were all young men in their teens and twenties, strong and healthy, hammering and forging iron every day, cultivating a good physique and a good courage.

"Shua!"

Especially with the blade and the black bone fused together, and the blade having layers of strange patterns, this blade seemed to have many evil spirits in addition to the ferocity, making it terrifying.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly said in a low voice, the sound coming from his mouth, but the people standing next to him might not be able to hear it.

Now that his divine soul was solidified and he had cultivated the Dharma Idol (fa xiang), his senses were also sensitive. Before this, he could only feel the rolling Yin wind swirling and gathering, making him feel restless and terrified, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"..."

The old abacus was sitting on the steps not far away, holding a wrinkled little flag in his arms, shrinking his head, watching Horse excitedly run out, as if knowing what it wanted to do, and not stopping it.

"?"

Hu Ma nodded, "Everything."

Looking at him like this, Hu Ma could even feel that he was facing a ferocious evil ghost. The rolling baleful aura rushed towards him, vaguely transforming into a fierce and evil ghost, about to rush directly to his face.

The blade, involuntarily, was slowly falling towards his chest, little by little.

It was precisely this ferocity that Hu Ma liked the most. He laughed loudly, picked up the reins, and Horse immediately released his four hooves and rushed out of the town.

"Good blade, good blade..."

"Recover a bit, now is the time to use this ferocity!"

The other two were White Light Needle and Evil Soul Breath, which were techniques performed through the eyes and nose, respectively.

It was only after the blade flew out the window that he took a breath. The tongs fell to the ground with a clang, and facing the terrified eyes of so many shop assistants, he seemed to realize what had just happened, and knelt down with a thud.

Each time they bowed to the town, the uneasy and uncomfortable atmosphere inside the town grew stronger, and the Yin wind passing through the streets and alleys seemed to become more violent.

"This, this is not a blade that I can forge, but... but it was indeed forged with my hands..."

He turned around, there were eight of them.

Hu Ma, riding a fast horse, passed by outside the shop and happened to reach out and grab the blade that broke through the window.

He showed slight dissatisfaction and stared at the blade.

He murmured, his eyes suddenly becoming cold and stern, looking at the disciples around him. The disciples were immediately frightened and their faces turned pale, and they retreated to the edge of the room, as if they were afraid that the master would swing his blade and kill them.

"..."

Vaguely visible, they wore long robes and grass crowns, surrounding the town.

Under this pressure, Hu Ma inexplicably felt a little excited.

"You brat, if someone slaps you, you can just endure it. If you don't endure it, then this world will be in chaos..."

The blade was scorching hot, like a burning coal, and instantly burned his palms. But he turned his palms into death and clenched them tightly, holding the blade horizontally, facing the rolling Yin wind, and staring intently.

The blade was three feet seven inches long, specializing in beheading the three souls and seven spirits, and the blade width was six inches seven minutes, which could cut off the seven emotions and six desires. The hilt was not yet inlaid, but there was refined iron extending from the handle, forged into the shape of a ghost head, with a ghastly open mouth, but it was holding a piece of black bone.

Hu Ma frowned again and whispered instructions. The blade was overjoyed, and the strange patterns on its body came alive and spread, and the evil spirit entangled on the blade, with a kind of eerie greed like hunger.

He just sighed helplessly, "What kind of broken things are these?"

But forced by this fierce blade, they were simultaneously frightened and their scalps went numb, staggering back several steps.

Hu Ma saw Horse excitedly rushing from one end of the street, so he stepped up and jumped on its back. He exhaled a mouthful of foul air and was about to rush out of the town, but suddenly felt as if something was missing in his hand.

Outside the town, tall grass-headed Eight Decay Gods, almost integrated with the night, bowed to the town in unison. Rolling Yin wind blew in, becoming more intense as it went out of the town, with countless ghosts crying and gods howling mixed in.

He was full of confusion and praised loudly, his expression suddenly happy and angry, like madness. In his cry, his voice suddenly sank, "No, no, something is still missing..."

But unintentionally, when he lowered his head, he saw his reflection in the bucket filled with Tai Sui blood next to him. For a moment, his eyes were filled with bloodshot, and gradually a trace of ruthlessness and a possessed-like obsession appeared in his eyes.

His divine soul was out of his body, and his perception was sensitive. He also seemed to hear something calling to him from somewhere in the town.

Then Horse's hooves flew, and he rushed straight out of the inn, ignoring the cries of sorrow around him, and rushed forward.

The blade seemed to calm down all of a sudden, the ghost image suddenly disappeared, and even the baleful aura on the blade dissipated in an instant, and the scorching blade became a little warm.

Suddenly feeling happy, he immediately rode his horse in that direction.

But one person, one blade, one horse, facing the rolling Yin wind, became more and more excited.

The horse's hooves galloped like thunder, the blade's baleful aura rolled, and Hu Ma, after cultivating the Dawei Tiangong General Seal technique, for the first time, gave birth to this strong and domineering desire, his divine soul surged, and he roared sharply.

(End of this chapter)