Chapter 405: The Art of Transforming Nightmare

The scene in front of him was extremely strange.

The noon sun shines on the streets.

The childish child under the sun, dressed in royal robes, is magnificent, holding up a bell in his hand, and grinning loudly.

However, there is no flesh on its body.

Under the robe, there are dense bones.

Its grinning movement is extremely intrusive.

Wan'er jumped up in fright.

"Ghost!"

He is obviously a sword cultivator who is tired of living in the environment, but he is still afraid of ghosts as he was in Shanlan County.

Maybe this is not forgetting the original intention?

Kong Ning glanced at Wan'er speechlessly, but didn't speak.

Wan'er smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry..."

Su Yan blinked her eyes, looked at the skeleton at the door, and said, "What a cute child, why are you so rude?"

Su Yan stood up with a smile, walked over and said, "Little friend, are you the prince? You are very well dressed."

As Su Yan said, she reached out and touched the skull's head, and said with a smile, "What do you want to do when you come to my house?"

Su Yan's smile is amiable and lovely, with a variety of styles.

Even young children cannot resist.

The little skull took a step back subconsciously, and said: "No... don't touch my head! The president is not tall!"

That's what it said, but it obviously has a good impression of the beautiful sister in front of it.

Kong Ning and Wan'er looked at each other and noticed something strange.

This little skeleton looked like an ordinary child, not a monster at all.

What is the origin?

And Su Yan had already taken the bell from Little Skull's hand with a smile, and said, "Did someone ask you to give it to me?"

The little skull nodded timidly, and said: "The old god asked me to give this bell to the people who live here, and said that he invited you to enter the imperial city as guests at noon tonight, and then the east gate of the imperial city will be opened for you, and someone will be there reception there."

As Xiaokulou said, he looked at the address again, and after confirming that there was no wrong delivery, he waved his hand reluctantly and asked tentatively, "Then sister... I'm leaving?"

Su Yan smiled all over her face, touched its skull tenderly, and said, "Yeah, let's go, let's go on the road with peace of mind."

Little Skull nodded happily, grinned and said, "Sister, you are so pretty!"

It praised sincerely, turned around and wanted to leave.

But the moment it turned around, the little skeleton froze under the blazing sun.

All over the body, there was no flesh, only a bare skeleton skeleton, froze in place.

Then, it broke up.

The bones scattered all over the ground, as well as the clothes of the paralyzed prince, made people suspect that everything just now was fake.

Kong Ning frowned, not understanding what was going on in front of him.

Su Yan sighed, and said: "The technique of turning nightmares... This little prince has been given the technique of turning nightmares."

"Although its flesh and blood have been sucked dry, at the moment of its death, it used the technique of transforming nightmares to maintain the existence of its soul and forged the illusion that he was still alive."

"That's why he can come here and deliver the bell."

"But the technique of transforming nightmares can only be maintained for a short period of time. Once the time limit is up, or the mission is completed, it is time to continue on the road..."

As Su Yan said, she threw the bell to Kong Ning in the yard, and said, "If there is no accident, this bell should be given to you by the old monster in the imperial city."

"Husband, it seems that the old monster likes you very much."

Su Yan squatted down to pick up the scattered bones, and wrapped them in the prince's robe.

One side said: "When you enter the city at night, you can return the bones of the little prince to his parents by the way."

Su Yan bundled the clothes and bones together to form a small bundle, and handed it to Kong Ning as well.

Kong Ning looked at her with a strange expression, and said, "Why have you suddenly become so compassionate and gentle?"

Su Yan just now, who would dare to believe that she is that evil and eccentric Liuyutianmo?

It is said that Bodhisattva came to the world, no one will doubt it!

Su Yan blinked her eyes with a smile, and said: "Yan'er has always been gentle... It's just that my husband has a prejudice against Yan'er, that's why I think Yan'er is scary."

Kong Ning looked at her speechlessly, recalling the tenderness of this witch for a while.

On the wedding night, he fell asleep soundly, and woke up in the middle of the night feeling chilly in his stomach. Looking down, the skin and flesh are all open, and the soft internal organs are wriggling directly in the air.

Then a huge scorpion tail ruthlessly pierced into his stomach...

"Hiss..." Kong Ning couldn't help but gasped.

The horrible pain seemed to surface again.

He will probably never forget it for the rest of his life...

Shaking his head, Kong Ning changed the subject.

"What is this bell? That old monster sent it to me specially... Could it have always known where I am?"

This is not good news.

Su Yan said with an innocent face: "Husband, what do you want me to do? Yan'er is not a know-it-all, it is impossible to know everything."

On the other hand, Wan'er on the side moved closer, frowned and said, "I seem to have seen this bell before... um..."

Wan'er tilted her head and thought for a while, then she said excitedly: "I remember! It's the Soul Lost Bell! I've seen related records in the sect's classics."

"A mysterious magic weapon in ancient times, it is said that it flew out from under the Xulingyuan."

"It is said that it bears an evil curse. Everyone who gets the lost soul bell will end up insane and lose their soul, and become a walking dead without wisdom."

Wan'er leaned over excitedly, observed the bell carefully, and said, "That's right, it's the Soul Lost Bell!"

"This bell has powerful power. Once it is injected with mana, it can shake other people's souls and even control them."

"Every time it appears in the world, there will be a bloodbath, and countless people will fight for it."

"However, shortly after each reappearance, it would mysteriously disappear again, leaving only the last master who was in charge of it dumbfounded and confused."

Wan'er looked at Kong Ning, and said: "Ning catcher, this is not a good thing!"

Kong Ning looked at the bell in his hand and said, "Lost Soul Bell..."

Kong Ning thought for a while, and pondered for a while.

Then he took out several Buddhist scriptures.

Kong Ning carried the Sutra Pavilion of Lingruo Temple with him, and there were many scriptures and ancient books in it that Kong Ning didn't even have time to read.

Many books just flipped the title hastily.

But these ancient Buddhist scriptures are extremely precious knowledge.

Kong Ning quickly found a Buddhist temple that recorded the lost soul bell, and saw the relevant records.

The recorded content is the same as what Wan'er said.

It's just that there is a strong emphasis on the powerful power of the Lost Soul Bell.

This lost soul bell is the strangest and special magical weapon in the world, which can completely ignore the gap in the realm of Taoism.

Once activated, even the living immortals in the Zifu Realm cannot resist the strange power of the Lost Soul Bell.

And the mana needed to activate the lost soul bell is very low.

A rookie at the Tianmen Realm, who is just starting to practice, can even activate the Lost Soul Bell and exert its full power.