In the small courtyard in the mountains, Mr. Yao is sharpening his knife.

He received news from Qiu Zhiheng that all thirteen mourners were dead.

Thirteen lost lives will bring the bad luck of the Sangmen Formation to its peak, and the Sangmen Formation will bring a catastrophe to Shiwanggou.

Where does the catastrophe begin?

No need to ask, we have to start from the Earth God.

Sangmenxing will bring the disaster of the formation to Mr. Yao first.

He will also bring the souls of those mourning monks to Mr. Yao.

In Yao's hometown, under normal circumstances, Sangmenxing would not dare to take action head-on.

Concentrating all the bad luck on Yao's family, he now dares to take action.

"Old dog, come here!" Yao Lao tried the edge of the three-pointed two-edged knife.

He planned to capture Sangmen Xing alive and then force him to reveal the formation that Sangmen Xing had set up.

Even if you risk your life, you have to break the mourning gate array!

As long as this old life is still there, no one can touch Yaowanggou.

Yao Lao drank enough wine and waited for Sangmen Xing to come to his door.

Wow~

There were hundreds of wine jars piled at the base of the wall. The top wine jar slowly slid down and was about to fall to the ground.

Yao Lao waved his sword and the wine jar returned to its original position.

These wines were Yao Lao's fighting strength. They had been piled up at the base of the wall for who knows how many years. But something happened at this time.

unlucky.

The Sangmen Star is here.

A bit of alcohol can resist a bit of bad luck.

Yao Lao tried to suppress the bad luck with alcohol, but the Sangmen Formation was too powerful, and there was a huge difference between the alcohol and bad luck.

Gusts of dark wind blew up, and five balls of green flames entered the yard and ran rampant.

This is the soul of a mourning cultivator, here to take the lead, trying to destroy the traps in the yard.

Yao Lao picked up a wine jar with a long knife and threw it in the air. The wine spilled down, and the dead souls screamed and whined, and turned into smoke in the blink of an eye.

"Son of a turtle!" Yao Lao spat, "I've been waiting for you for so long, and then you're going to deal with me with these stinky fish and rotten shrimps?"

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of dead souls rushed into the courtyard, hovering around Mr. Yao without taking any action.

Is this all mourning?

How can there be so many mourners?

These are not all mourning cultivators, there are also dead souls who have been entangled by the mourning cultivators until death. These souls have been collected by Sangmen Xing for decades. In his hands, these dead souls are weapons full of bad luck.

Yao Lao waved his long sword again, and hundreds of wine jars flew up from under the wall, splashing wine, and rain of wine poured down.

Originally, with the help of wine and rain, this group of dead souls could be completely wiped out.

As luck would have it, a gust of wind blew and blew the jar's mouth to the side, causing the wine to spill out quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was all gone.

This is the power of the Sangmen Formation.

The rain of wine was blown away by the strong wind, but the souls of the dead were still lingering around. When Yao Lao touched the handle of the knife, the three-pointed two-edged knife flew out. The handle of the knife stretched more than ten feet, like a string of candied haws, and strung dozens of dead souls into a string.

Once stirred, dozens of dead souls turned into ashes.

The long knife returned to his hand steadily, and the remaining ghosts were hiding in the distance, not daring to come forward. Yao Lao yawned and said: "Old dog, I'm almost asleep!"

After losing so many dead souls, did Sangmen Star gain nothing in exchange?

These dead souls turned into ashes, but the ashes did not disperse and were still lingering on Old Yao's head.

The ashes gathered into a ball silently, and Mr. Yao didn't seem to notice it.

This is a big bad luck. If he really takes this hit, General Yao will not be able to avoid the next blow, because no matter where he dodges, accidents will happen.

The ashes fell rapidly, but Yao Lao was still defenseless.

Seeing the ashes falling on his head, Yao Lao suddenly drew the carved bow from behind.

At the same time, the flags on all sides flew up and fluttered, dispersing the dust on their heads.

With the arrow on the bow, Yao Lao opened his carved bow, turned around suddenly, and shot an arrow behind him.

You thief, I've calculated that you're going to take action.

Yao Lao knew that bad luck was approaching, and if he dodged, he would be attacked by the Sangmen Star.

If you don't hide, you will be hit hard by this bad luck.

It was precisely because he had accurately calculated the opponent's tactics that Yao Lao also calculated the opponent's position.

The arrow flew through the air, but unfortunately it failed to hit.

It is normal to miss. No matter how good your archery skills are, there is still a probability. Under such strong bad luck, there is no possibility of an arrow hitting.

Yao Lao fired another arrow, but still missed.

Based on his experience, Mr. Yao changed his direction and fired five arrows in succession. Finally, one arrow stopped in mid-air.

Hit!

Yao Lao sprayed a ball of flame at the arrow, and a figure emerged from the wailing sound.

The Sangmen Star appears!

Flags were placed on all sides, surrounded in all directions, and they crisscrossed and crisscrossed, pinning the figure to the ground.

"Thieves, die!" Yao Lao held up a three-pointed two-edged knife and stabbed Sangmen Xing's head off with one blow.

In order to prevent Sangmenxing from resurrecting, Mr. Yao took out a wine bottle and poured half a bottle of wine on Sangmenxing's neck.

The smoke was lingering, indicating that the other party was indeed dead, and Mr. Yao let out a sigh of relief.

Even though the Sangmen Star is dead, it's still troublesome. How can we break the Sangmen Formation?

Mr. Yao wanted to take a sip of wine to calm his mind, but the corpse on the ground suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust and fell on Mr. Yao's face.

Bad luck is coming!

Is this the corpse of Zangmen Star that was exploded?

No, this is not Sangmen Xing, the soul that was nailed to the ground just now is still Sangxiu's dead soul.

How could I get it wrong?

How come I can't tell the difference between the Sangmen Star and the Revenant?

Dreamland!

Yao Lao was dragged into a dream.

All perceptions and judgments are distorted by dreams.

When did you enter the dreamland?

Mr. Yao knew that Sangmenxing had the means of dream cultivation, and he had taken precautions before.

He is highly concentrated and it is logically impossible to fall into a dream.

Could it be that you were distracted before?

Under bad luck, anything can happen.

It was useless to think too much, so Yao Lao sprayed a ball of flame into his palm. As it burned, Yao Lao came to his senses.

I didn't see any dead souls, nor did I see the Sangmen Star. I seemed to have stepped on something under my feet.

It looks like some broken wine lees.

No, this is a trap.

Yao Lao stepped into the trap he set.

There is a big difference between the house in the dream and the real house. When Yao Lao was chasing the Sangmen Star in the dream, his steps were distorted, and by mistake, he walked into his own trap.

The medicine jar hanging on the warehouse broke, and the medicine powder spilled all over Yao Lao.

Unlucky enough to get to this point.

This was the poison he carefully prepared, and it all fell on him at this moment.

The poison immediately penetrated into the skin, Yao Lao's body stiffened, and most of the alcohol smell lingering around his body dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The smell of alcohol was an important barrier for Mr. Yao to resist bad luck. He raised the wine pot and wanted to wash away the poison with wine.

Unexpectedly, there was still wine in the palm of my hand because of the sweat. The wine bottle slipped and fell to the ground.

Yao Lao leaned over to pick up the wine bottle, and two dead souls rushed up from behind.
To be continued...