mù bù fán dèng dà le yǎn ， suī rán guò qù de liǎng bǎi nián ， tā shí yǒu ** dōu shì zài kǔ xiū zhōng dù guò ， dàn zuò wèi yī míng níng dān qī dǐng fēng de xiū xiān zhě ， jiàn shí jí biàn tán bù shàng guǎng bó ， yě jué fēi gū lòu guǎ wén de 。 zhì shǎo diǎn jí hái shì kàn guò xǔ shǒu 。 kě yǎn qián de yí mù ， tā lián tīng dōu méi yǒu tīng shuō guò 。 nà xiē fáng wū jiàn zhù ， jū rán huó guò lái le ， kāi shǐ gōng jī sì zhōu de xiū xiān zhě 。
穆不凡瞪大了眼，虽然过去的两百年，他十有**都是在苦修中度过，但做为一名凝丹期顶峰的修仙者，见识即便谈不上广博，也绝非孤陋寡闻的。至少典籍还是看过许手。可眼前的一幕，他连听都没有听说过。那些房屋建筑，居然活过来了，开始攻击四周的修仙者。
Mu Bufan felt a chill run down his spine as he recognized the eerie structures. He had heard from his uncle that these were called Stone Ghost Techniques, a branch of puppetry arts. However, this was clearly not ordinary puppetry; it belonged to the realm of ghost techniques!
xuān yuán chéng qì shì páng bó ， suǒ xiū de jiàn zhù yě dōu yǐ gāo dà wéi zhǔ ， yì bān de jiàn zhù ， yě yǒu qī bā zhàng gāo ， yī xiē zhàn dì jiào guǎng de ， shèn zhì jiē jìn bǎi zhàng 。
轩辕城气势磅礴，所修的建筑也都以高大为主，一般的建筑，也有七八丈高，一些占地较广的，甚至接近百丈。
The pure black light column shooting up into the sky seemed ominous. The thick, suffocating dark energy emanating from it made even the late-stage Immortal Nurturer feel uncomfortable. Lower-level cultivators were in a worse state, with many of them melting away as if struck by an unknown force.
ér zhè xiē huó guò lái de jiàn zhù ， dōu yǒu yí gè gòng tóng qíng diǎn 。 shān zhuàng qí tè ， kàn shàng qù biàn yǔ yīn zǎn jiè de guǐ wù chà bu duō 。
而这些活过来的建筑，都有一个共同情点。杉状奇特，看上去便与阴昝界的鬼物差不多。
More and more ghostly figures began to materialize from the light column, their forms varying in size from infants' fists to over ten zhang (about 30 feet). These ghosts swarmed towards the human and demon tribes, causing a cacophony of screams.
suī rán méi yǒu xiǎn lù chū bié de shén tōng ， dàn lì dà wú qióng ， zhǐ jiàn shí xiè fēn fēi zhī zhōng ， yāo zú qíng kuàng hái hǎo ， bì jìng tā men tiān shēng pí cāo ròu hòu 。
虽然没有显露出别的神通，但力大无穷，只见石屑纷飞之中，妖族情况还好，毕竟他们天生皮糙肉厚。
Mu Bufan's expression changed as he saw one of these red-faced ghosts approaching. He gritted his teeth and released his long-cultivated flying sword. The light flashed, splitting the ghost in two with ease. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, three more ghosts appeared, attacking him from different directions.
xī rén zú yīn wèi tiān fù de yuán gù ， zhǐ yào méi shǐ yòng fǎ bǎo ， huò zhě jiāng hù dùn dǎ kāi ， ròu shēn dōu jí wéi cuì ；！” níng dān qī xiū shì bú yòng shuō ， shèn zhì hái yǒu yī dǎo méi de yuán yīng qī lǎo guài wù ， yīn wèi fǎn yìng chí dùn ， bèi yī shù shí zhàng gāo de jiàn zhù ， yī jiǎo cǎi chéng ròu bǐng le 。 shà shí jiān ， zhěng gè xuān yuán chéng yí piàn hùn luàn 。
西人族因为天赋的缘故，只要没使用法宝，或者将护盾打开，肉身都极为脆；！”凝丹期修士不用说，甚至还有一倒霉的元婴期老怪物，因为反应迟钝，被一数十丈高的建筑，一脚踩成肉饼了。霎时间，整个轩辕城一片混乱。
The source of this threat was the giant black light column. It continuously emitted dark energy, replenishing the number of ghosts that were being killed. This endless supply of ghosts made even the late-stage Immortal Nurturers feel overwhelmed.
zhè zhǒng jié $” què shì shuí yě bù céng xiǎng dào de ， bì jìng cóng shàng gǔ shí qī suàn qǐ ， tiān yún jiāo yì huì jǔ xíng liǎo wú shù cì ， cóng lái méi yǒu shēng guò zhè zhǒng shì 。
这种结$”却是谁也不曾想到的，毕竟从上古时期算起，天云交易会举行了无数次，从来没有生过这种事。
Mu Bufan's face showed a mix of fear and determination as he cast a spell to summon ghostly birds from his mirror. These birds, with their eerie green flames, began circling around him, attacking the surrounding ghosts. The situation was dire; even the late-stage Immortal Nurturer felt like they couldn't handle all these attacks.
bù guò jīng è guī jīng è ， néng gòu lái dào zhè lǐ de ， bì jìng shì tiān yún shí èr zhōu de jīng yīng le ， duǎn zàn de hùn luàn guò hòu ， rén yāo liǎng zú ， fēn fēn gè zhǎn shén tōng ， kāi shǐ fǎn jī qǐ lái 。
不过惊愕归惊愕，能够来到这里的，毕竟是天云十二州的精英了，短暂的混乱过后，人妖两族，纷纷各展神通，开始反击起来。
The sound of breaking silk filled the air as Mu Bufan's mirror flashed again and more ghostly birds emerged. These birds grew in size rapidly, their green flames engulfing everything in their path. The sight was terrifying, with thousands of ghosts converging on the human and demon tribes.
yī shí jiān guāng huá yào yǎn ， yāo qì chōng tiān ， zhàn huǒ biàn bù le zhěng gè xuān yuán 。
一时间光华耀眼，妖气冲天，战火遍布了整个轩辕。
Mu Bufan knew that this was no ordinary attack; it was a plan meticulously orchestrated by the Luo family. He had to find out what they were planning next.
Mu Bufan felt a chill run down his spine as he recognized the eerie structures. He had heard from his uncle that these were called Stone Ghost Techniques, a branch of puppetry arts. However, this was clearly not ordinary puppetry; it belonged to the realm of ghost techniques!
The pure black light column shooting up into the sky seemed ominous. The thick, suffocating dark energy emanating from it made even the late-stage Immortal Nurturer feel uncomfortable. Lower-level cultivators were in a worse state, with many of them melting away as if struck by an unknown force.
More and more ghostly figures began to materialize from the light column, their forms varying in size from infants' fists to over ten zhang (about 30 feet). These ghosts swarmed towards the human and demon tribes, causing a cacophony of screams.
Mu Bufan's expression changed as he saw one of these red-faced ghosts approaching. He gritted his teeth and released his long-cultivated flying sword. The light flashed, splitting the ghost in two with ease. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, three more ghosts appeared, attacking him from different directions.
The source of this threat was the giant black light column. It continuously emitted dark energy, replenishing the number of ghosts that were being killed. This endless supply of ghosts made even the late-stage Immortal Nurturers feel overwhelmed.
Mu Bufan's face showed a mix of fear and determination as he cast a spell to summon ghostly birds from his mirror. These birds, with their eerie green flames, began circling around him, attacking the surrounding ghosts. The situation was dire; even the late-stage Immortal Nurturer felt like they couldn't handle all these attacks.
The sound of breaking silk filled the air as Mu Bufan's mirror flashed again and more ghostly birds emerged. These birds grew in size rapidly, their green flames engulfing everything in their path. The sight was terrifying, with thousands of ghosts converging on the human and demon tribes.
Mu Bufan knew that this was no ordinary attack; it was a plan meticulously orchestrated by the Luo family. He had to find out what they were planning next.