The female ghost in red had a ferocious face, and Xu Qingmu's two swords struck the most vulnerable part of her heart.
The female ghost's counterattack was the strongest at the moment. The black yin energy compressed into a ball appeared with countless human faces on the ball, roaring, ferocious, and roaring.
"You deserve to die for destroying my body, Chuan Lang!"
The female ghost's voice was shrill, her fingers suddenly pointed forward, and a ball of thick black Yin Qi flew towards her at high speed. Xu Qingmu looked back at the people behind him, and Cao Tong, who was unconscious and lying on the ground, and leaned towards the middle. He felt clear in his heart.
, I am not strong enough to block the attack of the female ghost in red, I just hope that even if I use my own body, I can block most of the shock waves as much as possible.
Then the hope of living for those behind you will be greater.
With the black ball in front of him approaching, Xu Qingmu stretched out his hand to let go of Chou Li, pinched his fingers to form a secret, and the last third sword left by the old beggar was brewing in his heart.
At the last moment of sacrifice, a voice suddenly sounded in Xu Qingmu's mind:
"Sanxia'er, don't worry."
Xu Qingmu was shocked! The voice that had disappeared for four or five years suddenly came to mind, and Xu Qingmu's eyes became hot.
Old beggar!
That old man who rubs his hands obscenely, that Sword Emperor who shatters the sky and cuts the sky without equals, that Wolong who stares at Wei Ruzhi's breasts and comments, "This breast is a bad omen, I am the only one who can hold it down", that big chick who... risked his life to save himself.
Son......
Xu Qingmu choked up: Old beggar, you know, I, Xu Qingmu...
Miss you——
The blood coffin floated out from between the eyebrows, exploded in the wind, and instantly increased to the size of a normal coffin. The red mist surged out from the bright red blood coffin, forming a bloody barrier in front of Xu Qingmu, and the seemingly fierce black Yin Qi suddenly appeared.
to.
"boom--"
The two collided with an invincible momentum. Then, the blood shield disappeared, and all the Yin Qi was absorbed by the blood coffin. The four half-nailed iron nails on the coffin were slowly pulled out, and the person in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and stepped out.
The man in red on the opposite side looked wary, and this full-force attack was easily resolved. I think the person who came out of the coffin had a lot of background.
Song Zihan, who was floating in the air, seemed to be stepping on invisible stairs, slowly descending the steps. He moved his stiff body slightly and looked at Xu Qingmu, with a light flickering deep in his eyes.
What a good boy, he has grown up a lot. He is also a lot more handsome.
Xu Qingmu couldn't bear it any longer, trembling all over, and threw herself directly into the arms of the old beggar, crying freely.
Five years.
Over the past few days, Xu Qingmu has wanted to see the old beggar, listen to him talk about romance, and drink a few bowls of apricot wine with him. Song Zihan patted the young man in her arms, her eyes were a little wet.
Is there anyone else in this world that the sword emperor of this generation has been thinking about, and the dancing figure far away in the palace is one of them.
In my arms is the second one.
"Okay, okay, I'm a Six Realm Sword Cultivator, why are you still so pretentious? Well...my muscles have become a lot stronger..."
"There's a lot of meat on the buttocks."
Xu Qingmu ignored the old beggar's teasing and hugged Song Zihan tighter.
Suddenly, Song Zihan pushed the boy away from him and looked at Xu Qingmu with some surprise: "Why is your Dengxian Bridge broken? And..."
The old beggar groped eagerly on the young man's wrist, his eyes filled with concern: "The thirty-six heavens of the North Ming Dynasty...were all destroyed?"
Seeing the concern in the old beggar's eyes, Xu Qingmu felt warm. He pointed at the female ghost in red behind him: "Why don't we deal with him first and then talk in detail." The old beggar didn't even look at the female ghost in red behind him.
Still staring at Xu Qingmu carefully, but after a while, a sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing at the female ghost in the room. Hongyi was shocked, and quickly sacrificed a blood-red hair that he had cultivated for many years.
Hairpin. Hongyi held the hairpin in his hand, inserted it straight into the other bone palm, and said in his mouth: "Liu Zhi, come!"
I saw the ghost general Liu Zhi, who had turned into powder, reunited and condensed into a human form. After just a moment, he stood in front of Hong Yi with a knife. The female ghost general's hand with the hairpin was suddenly lined up behind the ghost general Liu Zhi.
Countless black mist poured into Liu Zhi's body crazily, and Liu Zhi's eyes gradually turned red as he held the sword. After a loud shout, he thought about the flying sword energy and struck out with his sword.
Like spring snow falling into molten iron.
Liu Zhi seemed to be melting, and was directly destroyed by the sword energy. The remaining sword energy was like a rainbow, approaching Hong Yi.
At this moment, the withered bones that had been split into several pieces by Xu Qingmu suddenly gathered together and stood in front of the female ghost. In just a moment, they shattered again.
The figure in the candlelight swayed from side to side, seemingly extinguished at any moment.
However, after blocking this time, most of the power of the old beggar's attack was lost, leaving only the extremely exhausted strength. He lifted up the fluttering red clothes. Looking at the broken bones on the ground, the red clothes made a pitiful voice——
"Kawaro!"
The old woman, who had been protected by the female ghost in red, fell to the ground as if she wanted to give up her last strength, and murmured: "Master Chuan..."
At this moment, Zuo Qiuliang finally waited for the opportunity and took advantage of the unstable aura of the underworld to take another step.
In the sky above where Xu Qingmu was, a looming big foot was stepping on the female ghost. The kneeling red man couldn't move, hugging the withered bones on the ground, blood and tears flowing freely, dripping on the ground, like blooming flowers.
Zuo Qiuliang came out of the sky like an immortal, with talismans flying around him, and he came to seal the seal. When he saw the oil lamp on the table in the house, the figure in the flame seemed extremely anxious, and the flame kept swaying.
"Things who don't know life or death secretly use human lives to feed the soul-raising lamp. Hey...Xu Qingmu, why is this person next to you also a dead thing?"
Zuo Qiuliang was a little curious. After landing, he looked around the old beggar: "The soul is incomplete, but it is thanks to this small world that it is conscious."
Xu Qingmu was shocked when he heard this. He quickly asked:
"What do you mean? My master has been resurrected, hasn't he?"
Holding the warm old beggar's hand, Xu Qingmu couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe that this old beggar with warmth and memory was still that dead thing?
Zuo Qiuliang took back the talisman flying around him and glanced at the blood coffin floating in the air, as if he understood something.
"Sword Emperor Song Zihan, right?"
The old beggar nodded.
"Well, you are really good at calculating. Even my ignorant disciple Chen Yehan was used by you, which is rare." Then he said to Xu Qingmu:
"Your master is far from being completely resurrected. The Nine Dragon Soul Suppressing Coffin has preserved your master's body and sealed his soul. It just so happens that in this world, the extremely yin place where the female ghost nourishes the souls of millions of people, it is
It's like the Nine Dragon Soul-Suppressing Coffin after its invisible expansion, that's why your master was allowed to temporarily restore his soul."
Xu Qingmu turned to look at the old beggar again, with countless words stuck in his heart.
Song Zihan patted Xu Qingmu on the shoulder, with a smile on his face: "I am content. After taking a look, I feel that I have nothing to worry about. It's just that you are climbing the fairy bridge..."
Thinking about this, the gloom on my eyebrows becomes darker.
Xu Qingmu choked up and said, "Will you come back again?"
The old beggar stood still and reached out to touch the young man's head: "When you break through the Thirteenth Realm and prepare a big-breasted beauty for the master, I will definitely come back and marry you a master wife!"
Xu Qingmu didn't believe it and turned to look at Zuo Qiuliang. The latter nodded lightly.
Song Zihan glanced at Zuo Qiuliang secretly and expressed her gratitude.
"Xu Qingmu, thank you for the hard work on this journey." Song Zihan's tone finally sounded a little sad, as if she was reluctant to give up, as if she was sad, and more like she was worried.
Song Zihan turned around and put his hands on Xu Qingmu's shoulders: "Please work harder."
Xu Qingmu burst into tears. He seemed to be keeping the old beggar here, talking to him about what happened over the years. It was like he was back in his childhood, squatting with Lin Zhenbei on Widow Wang's wall with the old beggar, and taking a look.
The so-called cantaloupe is in full bloom, ride the old scalper, and scold the old yellow dog.
I really want to talk to the old beggar about the beautiful scenery of Siyue Lake, the two seven-year-olds and eight-year-olds I adopted, and the adventures on Book Burial Mountain.
Also, Lin Xue is back...
...
But countless words seemed to be stuck in his heart. Xu Qingmu just stared blankly at the old beggar, watching blankly as the brilliance in the Sword Emperor's eyes gradually lost, and blankly watching the master slowly rise into the sky and fly back to Kowloon.
Soul Coffin...
In the end, Xu Qingmu clapped his hands lightly and shouted, as if he had encountered difficulties at the beginning, like when he encountered a pack of wolves at the foot of the mountain, or in the wine shop at the frontier fortress that day:
"Old beggar?"
In the blood coffin that has gradually shrunk, the voice is as mellow and heart-warming as before:
"exist."
At this moment, Xu Qingmu knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the blood coffin, and knocked his head heavily on the ground: "Master, wait for me at the thirteenth level!"
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The female ghost in red finally couldn't withstand Zuo Qiuliang's pressure and completely collapsed to the ground. At this moment, the underworld finally collapsed and slowly turned into powder in the air. The long-lost sunshine also shone into these two people again.
There has been no light in this hazy land for ten years. Countless wronged souls were liberated, and the fate of the mountains and rivers that had been suppressed by the underworld returned. At this moment, everything revived.
The female ghost completely collapsed to the ground, leaving only her instinctive whisper: "Kawaro..."
Everyone in the group came back to life. Seeing the scene in front of them was like waking up from a dream. Even Li Chengru had tears dripping down his face. The illusionary world of the female ghost gave this group of people who were full of obsessions deep in their hearts a salvation.
Chance.
After waking up, Li Chengru was a little disappointed, but the tears in the corners of his eyes quickly evaporated. He looked at the talisman on Zuo Qiuliang's fingertips, and when he was about to completely wipe out the female ghost, he said, "Wait a minute."
Then he walked towards the female ghost, and together with the resurrecting lamp, Li Chengru drew a circle on the ground. Suddenly, golden light flourished, surrounding each lamp and one ghost:
"It's like repaying your love for the fantasy world, and it also allows me to make up for my debt."
After saying this, he made a secret with both hands, bit off his fingertips and pressed them against the golden light: "Broken!"
The lamp extinguishes the bones and scatters, blending into one.
In the light mask, time flies back. Not long after, under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a couple holds an umbrella together by the lake. Deep in their love, they are carefree and happy.
The woman is dressed in red, this is her wedding dress.
The man's scholarly temperament is as hot and gorgeous as the fireworks in this world.
A firework in the world has bloomed for me.
Carve a person in your heart and live this life for you.