What a character Wei Ziyou was at the beginning, and he also felt an unprecedented creepy feeling because of the ghost's smile.

Yin Jiu looked at the Ghost Lord: "Do you know who he is?"

The Ghost King passed the suspicious candidate in his mind and denied it one by one. He shook his head and asked Wei Ziyou: "His he refined the merciless pill?"

Wei Ziyou would forget the reason why Wanli was. Yin Jiu once asked the Ghost Lord to investigate, and his purpose was naturally to make Wanli feel relieved.

After Wei Ziyou recovered from the injury, he forgot Wanli. It was entirely the result of Wei Ziyou's influence on the ruthless pill powder on the ice bed when he entered this ice cave to heal his wound. The ice bed is an ancient magic object, and someone sprinkled a layer of ruthless pill powder on it. The powder invaded the body along the wound, which led to Wei Ziyou forgetting Wanli when he woke up.

Therefore, even though the Ghost Lord wanted to take revenge on Wei Ziyou, he did not take action. After Wanli learned about it, she forgave Wei Ziyou and lived alone until now.

However, who sprinkled the ruthless pill powder on the ice bed, Gui Jun and Yin Jiu found no news.

"That ghost can accurately tell where the ice bed is. I don't think he lies." The little Taoist priest thought for a while, "later he told me a spiritual array, saying that he was sorry for letting me suffer these things and using them to make up for his mistakes. I didn't believe his words, but later, I had no other way, I had only one try. Then I found that this method was really effective, at least it gave birth to spiritual water. But..."

"However, it requires consuming your energy and life span." Yin Jiu said, "You know that a lifetime is not enough, so you keep coming here. But little Taoist priest, aren't you afraid that he had planned it long ago?"

"I thought about it. It's just that I met him by chance and I didn't know each other before."

Did you meet by chance? Or did it intentionally? Su Qingwan thought for a long time but didn't find anything new. She decided to give up, but instead asked another thing she was very concerned about: "Little Taoist, this place does not constitute the conditions for the formation of Lingxu Water, so where did the Lingxu Water you get come from? I only know that something abnormal will lead to a demon."

Yin Jiu echoed: "Xiao Xiao is right. There are too many doubts about this matter. Unlocking one may help resolve other doubts."

The little Taoist frowned and recalled: "Wei Ziyou... I actually investigated it at that time. This Lingxu Water is probably born from the ice bed."

"Ice bed?" Yin Jiu was quite interested in this answer. He walked around the ice bed and pushed it with his hands. Feeling the coolness of the ice bed. He raised his eyebrows, "Why is this ice bed still melting with the ground?"

The Ghost Lord also tried to push: "Maybe it's just carving directly from here?"

"If it comes from here, there is no problem." Yin Jiu took two steps back and signaled the Ghost Lord to take a look again, "What do you think it looks like?"

Su Qingwan was already standing farther away. As soon as Yin Jiu said something, she looked over and said in surprise: "This is quite like an altar."

Yin Jiu praised him very much: "My Xiaoxiao is smart."

The Ghost King glanced at Yin Jiu, who was showing his love all the time: "If the altar of the immortal god is not built, there is no one else, then you can find a way to move it away. Don't you like to smash the walls very much?"

"When did I like to smash the wall? You are slandering!" Yin Jiu picked up the Dusheng sword on Wei Ziyou's corpse. He took a step back and smiled at the little Taoist priest, "Let me borrow your sword."

The little Taoist shook his head and said, "It's useless. Wei Ziyou has tried it before, but this altar cannot be pried up at all."

"I'm different from him." Yin Jiu did not draw his sword out of the sheath. The famous Dusheng sword was no different from a crowbar in his hand. He found a suitable position and tried it, but the ice bed did not move at all.

"Well, it's indeed a bit of weight." Yin Jiuman knocked on the ice bed indifferently. He turned his head and said, "Stay away from me."

Su Qingwan took the lead and retreated three meters.

Yin Jiu tightened the hilt of the sword. After a moment, the ink-colored demonic aura plated the originally silver sword body into a black and gold. Yin Jiu's eyes were condensed and he stabbed the sword at the ice bed with his backhand, and a loud bang echoed in the ice cave.

Su Qingwan hurriedly raised her hand to cover her ears. The little Taoist priest leaned against the wall and barely stood firm. The two looked at Yin Jiu together, and saw the demonic energy on the Dusheng sword in Yin Jiu's hand pouring into the ice bed at a rapid speed.

Du Sheng's sword was inserted into the ice bed, and black air filled the inside of the ice bed. Yin Jiu held the hilt and exerted force, and the ice bed was pulled up. The huge cold breath spread out rapidly from the ground. The ghost king set up a barrier to protect Su Qingwan and the little Taoist priest. Yin Jiu on the other side swung the cold air and looked down at the exposed hole.

"What's inside?" The Ghost Lord asked when he saw Yin Jiu's expression was strange.

Yin Jiu sent Du Sheng sword into the Bing Wall beside him, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I really didn't expect that there was an old acquaintance hidden here!"

The Ghost Lord removed the barrier and walked over, and the four of them looked inside together.

Under the hollowed-out ice bed, two male corpses were lying side by side. If it weren't for the absence of breath, it would only make people mistakenly think that they were asleep.

Su Qingwan exclaimed in dismay, and turned her head to look at Yin Jiu in disbelief.

Although she didn't know another young man, she clearly remembered who the person closest to her was. The man was named Shen Qiong.

What does it mean to search for something without any effort to get it? That's it. Yin Jiu thought of this sentence and thought it made a lot of sense.

The Ghost Lord looked at Yin Jiu and asked, "How did you know them?"

Yin Jiu raised his sleeves and said, "This story is too long and is not suitable to be said here."

Su Qingwan walked to Yin Jiu and asked, "Who is the person next to him?"

"Songyan. Shen Qiong was worshipped by his disciple." Yin Jiu, as the only insider, naturally knew the identity of another person.

The appearance of Songyan Zhenren has not changed much.

But why are these two people lying here in such a harmonious manner?

The little Taoist looked at the two people inside and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he spoke: "This person is the one I met in the underworld."

Su Qingwan followed the little Taoist priest's pointing.

It's Shen Qiong.

Yin Jiu curled his lips and said, "No wonder I could not find Shen Qiong's traces everywhere along the way. He actually brought Songyan to Yuxu Mountain."

How can the immortal mountain Yuxu be recorded in human music? At most, he can only trace back to Yuxu Mountain in the eyes of humans.

"I used to hear the old man from Heavenly Emperor that Piaomiao Sword Sect has a path connecting reality and the fairy world. If this is not the old man's nonsense, can this path lead to the Immortal Mountain Yuxu?"

Yin Jiu thought, assuming that the words of the Emperor of Heaven were true, it was not surprising that Shen Qiong and Song Yan would appear in Yuxu Xianshan.

Yin Jiu released a wisp of demonic energy, which hovered in the cave and returned to Yin Jiu's hand. He said, "There is no Lingxu water in the cave."

"How could it not be? Did you make a mistake?" the little Taoist priest asked anxiously, "It is useless to rely on this little water alone."

Yin Jiu glanced at the little Taoist priest: "No one can question my ability. If you can do it, you can go. If you don't, stay honestly. It will be of no benefit to you if you anger me."

The little Taoist priest was so furious that he knew that he could not beat Yin Jiu. Not to mention him, even Wei Ziyou did not have the capital to fight with Yin Jiu. Yin Jiu's demon is as terrifying as the Ghost Lord.

Of course, Yin Jiu was just scaring him. He didn't mean to get angry. He took out something from his sleeve and handed it to the little Taoist priest: "Hold it."

The little Taoist priest looked over blankly. In Yin Jiu's hand, a pear blossom was blooming faintly. Wanli's face appeared in his mind. The little Taoist priest reached out to get it in a daze. As soon as he touched the pear blossom branch, the pear blossoms began to wither and finally turned into a stream of light and merged into the Taoist priest's body.

Before the little Taoist priest could react, he was about to ask Yin Jiu what this thing was, but when he saw darkness in front of him, he fainted.

Su Qingwan subconsciously wanted to support him. The Ghost Lord quickly helped the little Taoist priest and put it on the open space beside him.

"What's wrong with him?" Su Qingwan asked.

The Ghost Lord tapped his fingertips on the little Taoist head, and then said, "I fell asleep. It took a while for the soul to merge. His body instinctively made the most suitable state. When he woke up, it would be fine. But he was too weak. From his body to his soul, he was a little weak."

"Why do you care so much about him?" Yin Jiu hugged Su Qingwan's waist from behind, and his nose rubbed against Su Qingwan's shoulder, becoming jealous.

Su Qingwan didn't accompany him to make trouble. She felt that Yin Jiu's words and deeds were strange. Yin Jiu was so stimulating the little Taoist priest, and he chose to return his soul to the little Taoist priest at such an opportunity, but Yin Jiu must have known the result.

"Do you have something to say that you can't tell him?"

Su Qingwan knew too much about the deep meaning behind Yin Jiu’s seemingly nonsensical approach. Yin Jiu never did meaningless things.

Yin Jiu smiled at Su Qingwan, then looked at the unconscious little Taoist priest, sighed slightly, and said, "He doesn't need to hear the rest. Lingxu Water does not exist anywhere, but Lingxu Water appears. I can think of it, Lingxu Water comes from these two corpses. I want to admit a mistake first. I didn't pay attention to it at the beginning. This was not a simple spiritual array, but a formation. It deprived the little Taoist priest of its energy and lifespan, and ended up with Lingxu Water."

After hearing this, Su Qingwan was silent for a long time. Her eyes were circling on the dry bones and the little Taoist priest, but she could not say anything to judge.

Is Wei Ziyou a fool?

Maybe it is.

But he is a big fool who loves Wanli deeply.

The Ghost Lord said in confusion: "Although Wei Ziyou has suffered severe damage, he has no problem with his brain. Will he not be able to see this evil trick?"

"He knows, so he returns here again and again." Yin Jiuxu was tired of standing, so he pulled Su Qingwan to sit on the ice bed beside him and looked at Shen Qiong, "If we didn't find him, he would still come in the next life. I have to say that Shen Qiong's trick was good. Because Wanli can bring memory reincarnation, Wei Ziyou doesn't have to worry about Wei Ziyou forgetting. Using such a one-time and for all methods to nourish the corpse, no wonder their corpses are just the same as the bodies of living people. Look at this watery and spiritual."

"Do you still have the heart to joke?" The ghost king was upset because of the little Taoist priest's affairs, and his facial expression was stiffer than usual.

"I still cry if I don't laugh." Yin Jiu spread his hands, "The most important thing now is to let the little Taoist priest give up the idea of ​​continuing to use this formation. If he continues, he will probably not have many years to live. Go back and forth, he will do whatever he wants."

"How can he let this idea be dispelled?" The Ghost Lord frowned and said, "Can you refine Lingxu water from them?"

"If I forcefully refine it, you can only get a bowl of corpse oil." Yin Jiu said helplessly, "Old friend, are you serious?"

This problem has no solution.

If you don’t get enough amount of Lingxu Water, Wanli’s condition will not improve. Do you have to watch Wanli disappear between heaven and earth? However, if the little Taoist priest continues to use the formation, how long can the little Taoist priest live? How many years or several reincarnations will he have to wait for him to obtain Lingxu Water?

The key is that Wanli's body can no longer bear it.

The silence was terrible, and even the sound of wind and snow outside stopped.

The Ghost Lord looked at the little Taoist priest with a serious expression for a long time, but he thought in his heart: "I will set up a formation on his behalf, I will not die, and I will be better than him."

Su Qingwan did not rush to agree, but looked at Yin Jiu.

Yin Jiu said that she agreed, but she would never object.

Yin Jiuyi, who was playing with Su Qingwan's finger, held his forehead: "Friend, have you forgotten what bloodline is flowing on your body? Are you a living person? It is better to expect the Emperor of Heaven to be resurrected just by looking at your blood to be effective."

Su Qingwan felt that it was too wise to not agree with the Ghost Lord's words at the first time. Su Qingwan pointed at herself: "Can I do it?"

"No one can use this method. There is no discussion about this matter." Yin Jiu straightened his face and said very toughly, "The ghosts don't know what impact this method will have on the caster. Evil magic is not a good thing!"

Yin Jiu strictly prohibited it, blocking the path to continue using the formation to obtain Lingxu Water. Even the Ghost King would not disobey him in the main business, so this method will naturally no longer be considered.

The Ghost Lord couldn't think of any other idea, so he continued to stay here, and wanted to see Yin Jiuxiu's love. He turned around indifferently and went outside the cave to meditate.

Su Qingwan accidentally saw the bandage on the little Taoist priest's wrist being crooked and the wound was bleeding. She picked up the medicine on one side and cleaned the wound again. After doing all this, Su Qingwan looked at the little Taoist priest who had been frowning in her sleep and sighed helplessly.

Did he dream about that year?

Su Qingwan squatted in front of the little Taoist priest and thought for a long time. Until her legs and feet were a little numb, she stood up and walked towards Yin Jiu.

Yin Jiu was sitting on the ice bed and drinking by himself. The purple gold wine pot was supported by a layer of demonic force and sniffing the fragrance of wine in the glass with leisurely expression.

In this environment, it is hard for him to have the heart to drink.

When Su Qingwan walked over, Yin Jiu poured wine for a wine glass in front of a dry bone, and then the two wine glasses collided, and Yin Jiu drank all the wine in the glass.

Su Qingwan took a look at the dead bone, which was Wei Ziyou's.

Yin Jiu blinked at Su Qingwan: "Xiaoxiao, do you want a drink?"

"No drink." Su Qing politely refused.

Yin Jiu continued to work hard: "I just wanted to warm you up."

There is absolutely no other little thought.

Su Qingwan: “…”
Chapter completed!