However, before Zhao Yun could make a move, the scene in the cave suddenly changed.
The seemingly frail girl's delicate and beautiful facial features had suppressed all expressions. Her left hand was clasped behind her back, and even when she saw those 'ghost legions' that suddenly appeared, she was not touched at all.
The rickety man hidden in the black cloak was still smiling 'Jie Jie'.
The death energy in the cave suddenly changed.
The death aura that was supposed to obey the orders of the black cloak actually turned against him on the spot, and all headed towards Ning Qingyan's right hand that was grasped by Xu Xu.
The black death energy continued to solidify as it rushed towards Ning Qingyan. When it fell into Ning Qingyan's right hand, it had turned into thousands of black chains.
"How can it be--!"
The harsh and unpleasant hoarse voice was filled with unbelievable panic.
The rickety figure seemed not to believe that Ning Qingyan could control the death energy. He suddenly threw away several utensils on the table in front of him, and strong death energy flew out from them.
However, as soon as the death energy appeared, it automatically moved towards Ning Qingyan.
It was as if Ning Qingyan was their master.
"Impossible! Who are you?"
The scene in front of him once again stimulated the rickety figure.
Zhao Yun, who was hiding in the dark, also gave up his actions and stared silently at the expressionless girl.
Ning Qingyan has never concealed her differences!
She doesn't seem to be afraid of people noticing the difference between her and the real Ning Qingyan, nor is she worried about the consequences of exposing so many incredible abilities.
She lives her life as she pleases and is extremely enviable!
It's not like him...
Thousands of years ago, he was burdened by various shackles and could only hide his thoughts and hide them again!
Thousands of years later, he could still only get along with her under the guise of someone else, not even daring to reveal the slightest bit of suspicion to remind her of the truth.
Zhao Yun's deep eyes became dark, and only the point that reflected the girl was bright and dazzling.
Everyone in the world said that Mr. Kun Ting was as bright as the sun, but little did they know that in his heart, the person who was as bright as the sun was her!
"Who am I? You will know soon." A sarcastic smile appeared on Ning Qingyan's lips.
The secret techniques she learned from the ghost tribe were much more subtle than the inhuman and ghost thing in front of her.
Originally, she thought how powerful the other party was!
But I didn't expect that he was just a guy who had learned a little bit about the ghost clan's secret skills, and he was just making trouble here!
When she thought that the Yanbao Army and even Ning Chenlang died at the hands of this old dog, the flames of anger in Ning Qingyan's heart burned brightly, it was not worth it for them!
Although she has not had any contact with the Yanbao Army or Ning Chenlang's nominal father, through her interaction with Ning Yan, she also believes that people like them should die on the battlefield in an upright manner, rather than die.
In the hands of this bitch!
Thinking of this, the stern look in Ning Qingyan's eyes suddenly intensified.
The chain formed by the death energy in her hand branched out and headed directly towards the rickety man.
"Ah!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the old dog turned around and wanted to run away, but how could it be faster than Ning Qingyan's speed?
Just as he turned around, the sharp end of the black chain pierced his chest. There was no blood dripping from the wound, but it still made him scream, and he stopped on the spot.
Ning Qingyan didn't look at him again, but turned her eyes to the 'Ghost Corps'.
The remaining soul-locking chains condensed from the death energy had already surrounded the 'Ghost Corps'.
The originally menacing 'Ghost Corps' became motionless after the rickety man was caught by Ning Qingyan, as if they were puppets whose strings had been cut off.
Ning Qingyan frowned slowly and pursed her lips into a tight line.
There are some things she must do first.
Yan Baojun and Ning Chenlang were dead, and she could no longer let them stay in this world without dignity.
With a thought in her mind, Ning Qingyan let go of her right hand, and the soul-locking chains quickly gathered towards the 'Ghost Corps'. Only one of them flew towards the rickety figure, and quickly bound and controlled him.
…
The death energy gathering towards the 'Ghost Corps' tells Spin.
The master of this strange cave instantly became Ning Qingyan.
"Roar--!"
A painful scream came from the mouth of the 'Ghost Corps'.
Zhao Yun, who was standing at a high place, could clearly see that after the out-of-control 'Ghost Corps' was surrounded by the death energy, the puppet brand that had been impressed before seemed to be slowly removed.
Between their eyebrows, a dark golden talisman loomed, stimulated by the death energy.
Finally, it collapsed into nothingness and disappeared.
The brand was removed, and the death energy from their bodies was continuously extracted. Gradually, their appearance became clear and lifelike.
They opened their eyes and, without exception, looked in the direction where Ning Qingyan was standing.
Perhaps, the remaining will in their hearts lets them know what happened.
Or maybe, they don't know anything.
Ning Qingyan's mood was a little complicated at this time. Her eyes passed over the Yanbao Army one by one, and finally settled on Ning Chenlang.
No longer being used as a puppet, his features were clearly visible, somewhat similar to Ning Qingyan's face.
But more than anything else, Ning Qingyan felt that she might be more like her mother.
Even though she knew very well in her heart that Ning Chenlang had died long ago, and now he was just a remnant soul with no chance of recognizing himself or even his own consciousness.
However, she still felt that Ning Chenlang's eyes were very gentle, hiding a thousand words.
‘Father.’ Ning Qingyan shouted in her heart this title that was already extremely unfamiliar to her.
The Yanbao Army, led by Ning Chenlang, nodded towards the direction where Ning Qingyan was standing and gave her a military salute.
It seemed that he was thanking her.
Ning Qingyan's tightly pursed lips slowly loosened and she also nodded.
boom!
With a soft sound, the Yanbao Army and Ning Chenlang turned into bright light and circled upwards, flying along the narrow opening at the top of the cave, towards the sky, and dissipated in the night sky.
Ning Qingyan looked up at this scene, with an inexplicable soreness on the tip of her nose.
Zhao Yun, who was witnessing everything like a bystander, also looked at the girl with red eyes with complicated emotions.
‘She can do better than me!’ Zhao Yun suddenly realized this.
She also woke up after a thousand years, although the method was different, but it was obvious that Ning Qingyan had successfully taken on a new identity and started a new life of her own.
And what about yourself?
Zhao Yun felt sad in his heart.
At this time, Ning Qingyan didn't know what he was thinking.
After 'sending away' the Yanbao Army and Ning Chenlang, she looked at the hunched figure on the ground again.
"Master Ning?!"
"It's Lord Ning!"
The three hundred Ning clan's 'Qing generation' also woke up one by one.
As soon as Fukawa regained consciousness, he saw Ning Qingyan's back, and then he noticed that he and others were actually in a cave...