Following the sound, I saw on a huge tree a few feet away from the crowd, a beautiful woman in her early twenties, wearing a yellow dress, holding a long sword in her arms, sitting leaning among the branches, looking pretty. There was no expression on his face, and he looked at Su Jing and others indifferently.
The smiling little ghost on the ground looked surprised and uncertain. The mourning object that could be summoned by Ming Mingzun was by no means an ordinary person, but he had no idea when this woman came.
When the two demons of Onion and Jiang saw the woman in the yellow dress, they immediately showed great joy and hurriedly rushed forward to kowtow and salute: "Junior little demon pays homage to the Fairy Dharma Master!"
Seeing that the other party was wearing a yellow skirt, Su Jing also bowed and asked in a respectful and tentative tone: "May I ask if the fairy is Senior Qianxun?"
The woman in the yellow skirt ignored it and didn't even bother to ask Su Jing, 'What do you want from me? If the magic weapon cuts off one of its arms, you can leave alive."
The little ghost smiled, and his laughter was like a bell, and he said to the woman in the tree: "I am just summoned to do things according to the contract. Why do you have to embarrass me? It is convenient for me to go back, and you can also stay in the underworld for a while. Why not enjoy popularity? One day you will enter reincarnation, and you will have more friends underneath to take care of you."
In the middle of his nagging words, the smiling kid suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a small black command flag!
The flag fell to the ground automatically without wind, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling filled the world. Black cracks could be seen in the air with the naked eye, and ghosts and ghosts swarmed into the Yangshi, all rushing towards the woman in the yellow dress.
The kid's laugh was shrill, his left hand was spread out, and the five fingers were covered with ghost armor. They surged like lightning and turned into five sharp knives, which together with the funeral objects he summoned, attacked powerful enemies.
At some point, a thick green chain was wrapped around his right hand. The kid exerted his strength on his shoulders, and the chain hung in the dark wind and whirled around his head, getting longer and longer. It seemed slow, but in fact, in the blink of an eye, the chain was gone. Released hundreds of feet, at first glance, it looks like a ghost dragon, writhing up and down, ready to strike.
On this day, among the mountains deep in Tianxiang Cave Mansion, the front door was not an empty land, but a lush forest. Where was the place where a hundred-foot-long rope could be waved? The ghost rope did not smash the rocks and trees as imagined, and flew away. It's like a shadow, visible to the eye, external in appearance but without substance. It just 'passes' through trees and stones without moving at all.
But clearly, the flying ghost rope made a whistling sound, rolling up everyone's clothes, enveloping people in the cold!
Changsuo was not in a hurry to join the pincer attack, but only sealed off the small world where Qianxun was. No matter whether she entered, retreated, or chose to fight head-on, there would always be a flaw that would give the kid an opportunity to take advantage of.
The mourning flag, ghost armor, and soul-binding rope were all used by the smiling little devil as soon as he took action, screaming at Su Jing: "Run for your life!"
Su Jingze was furious: "You can't make mistakes!" He flew towards the kid next to him, trying to interrupt his death ritual.
But before Su Jing could get closer, a bright light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the kid's laughter turned into a scream. A cloud of dark red ghost blood splashed, and his little body flipped over, allowing him to use all his ghost skills. , causing the world to change color, but it still couldn't stop Huang Qun's sword!
Even the little devil couldn't see clearly how the sword thrust by the opponent was one sword, but more than one thrust. Countless dead bodies fell to the ground with their heads in different places, and the five ghost armors were all broken at the roots. Dozens of pieces of the soul cord were broken into pieces and scattered, like chopped earthworms, still twisting and struggling.
The heaven and earth returned to tranquility, and the universe was clear and clear with white clouds.
Qianxun in the yellow skirt was still sitting on the branch, as if she had not moved. From her expression to her eyes, she was calm: "You're not dead?"
The kid wasn't dead, but he was almost there. A terrible wound ran diagonally from his right shoulder to his left hip. His mouth was full of blood, but he still said with a ferocious smile: "Your little ancestor is a cunning ghost. He takes advantage of people's danger and makes sneak attacks. It's us who escape in the face of battle."
It's my specialty. It's not that easy to kill me all at once. If you want to kill me, I have to trouble you to add another sword!"
"Don't kill!" Su Jing was still furious, his jumping momentum remained unchanged, and he stepped between the two of them, blocking the kid behind him.
The naughty kid's hands and feet twitched, but his mouth kept saying: "You shouted stop when I started to attack, and you stopped when she killed me. There is something wrong with you!"
Huang Qun Qianxun was someone Lu Yajiu cared about. If he was really injured at the hands of the kid he summoned, he would not be able to explain it to his benefactor or Su Jing. However, Ming Mingzun had other restrictions and was summoned.
The mourning object that came could not hurt the respected master. Even if Su Jing's cultivation was low, he was not afraid of being hurt by the imp. Therefore, he had no hesitation just now and had to interrupt the spell of the mourning object first.
Su Jing had heard from Moye Lanqi before and knew that this young master's swordsmanship was amazing, but he really didn't expect her to be so fierce.
As for him protecting the kid at the moment, his idea couldn't be simpler: I brought this mourning creature for help, and I can't just watch his soul disappear.
Qian Xun was not the least bit curious about Su Jing's "busy work" and didn't even bother to say another word. With a wave of her hand, a sword energy shot out from her sleeve, hitting the slippery ghost and Su who was blocking the way.
Jing Ziran couldn't escape the fate of being pierced by a sharp blade.
There was a soft 'ding' sound.
Qian Xun, who had been leaning against the giant tree, suddenly moved. He unsheathed his sword and moved very quickly. He flew in front of Su Jing and swung his sword to defeat the sword energy she had unleashed before.
One kill, one rescue, lightning and flint.
The two swords clashed, creating a small whirlwind, causing Su Jing's clothes to sway lightly. Su Jing turned around in front of the Yama Hall, his face turned pale, his legs were weak, and his hands were stiff and held flat, holding them firmly.
He kept his own 'protective magic weapon': on his left hand, he ate the note from the steamed buns that Lu Yajiu left for him; on his right hand, he had the Lishan True Destiny Tablet that Lu Yajiu personally refined for him.
If he hadn't revealed it in time, if Qian Xun hadn't had good eyesight and better body skills, Su Jing might have met his master Lu Jiaoba now.
Qian Xun sheathed her sword, raised her hand and took two things from Su Jing's hand. She looked at the life card for a moment, and after seeing that it was from Lu Yajiu's hand, she threw it back to Su Jing. However, she saw something strange about the note.
carefulness.
The next moment, there were three muffled sounds of bang bang bang, and three dwarfs jumped out of the void to sense the catastrophe of life and death. The three corpses risked their lives to rush to the rescue of the deity.
Looking around, there seemed to be no danger. Datou Akame was very impatient and said to Su Jing: "Can you please let us worry less and be nice? Why do we always have to die?"
The fat man's eyes wandered around, looking up and down at Qianxun in the yellow skirt. He tugged at Su Jing's sleeve and asked, "Who is this girl?"
Su Jing shook his head and scolded: "Behave yourself, this is my junior wife."
Nianhua was surprised: "Why is there another junior wife? Lu Jiaoba has two wives?"
Su Jing said succinctly: "No, it belongs to another master."
Just when he said this, Lei Dong interrupted, and the sick man was very unhappy: "You have worshiped another master again? I say Su Qiangqiang, as a disciple of our famous and upright sect, we must pay attention to consistency."
The conversation with the three fools became more and more unclear, but he couldn't ignore it, otherwise the three corpses might say some ridiculous things that would annoy Qian Xun. Su Jing reluctantly calmed down and said, "She is the one that Uncle Lu Ya, the ninth master, cares about."
Man, Lu Yajiu can be considered my master."
At this point, Nianhua suddenly realized: "She is the Luohua whom Lu Yajiu Liushui ruthless was interested in?"
There is no one who is not interested in such weird things as the three corpses, but Qianxun is indifferent. She is reading the two lines of the note, reading and reading, and reading again and again, concentrating on it, seriously and devotedly.
Although that was not the message Lu Yajiu wrote to her.
Qian Xun was withdrawn, so Su Jing didn't dare to disturb him now. He gave the three corpses a few words, then turned to look at the smiling kid: "How are you?"
"I'm not dead yet." The kid grinned, his eyes twitching in pain. He looked extremely weird because of his natural smile.
"Are you a slippery ghost? Why did you rush up instead of running away just now?" The question was boring, but Su Jing was curious and couldn't help but ask.
The kid raised his eyebrows and said, "We are also the young masters of a clan. Since you were summoned, there is no reason why you should escape by yourself. I can't afford to lose that person!"
Akame was talkative and corrected: "I can't afford to lose that ghost."
After breathing for a moment, the kid struggled to sit up and raised his voice: "That woman in the yellow skirt, stop looking down at the note. Let me ask you, will you kill this silly boy? If not, I will go back."
The smelly Yangshi world makes me feel uncomfortable if I stay here for too long."
After waiting for a while, Qian Xun finally finished reading the note and did not return it to Su Jing. Instead, he carefully put it into his arms, breathed slowly and slowly, and turned his beautiful eyes to look at the kid:
"Let's go." He said, raising his hand to him and throwing a black pill over: "This is for your healing."
The kid sniffed the pill and immediately laughed out loud: "Good thing, with this, our grudges will be wiped out!" After saying that, he stood up unsteadily, turned around and disappeared.
Qian Xun asked Su Jing again: "Who are you, Lu Ya?"
Su Jing roughly explained his relationship with Patriarch Lu. He was named uncle and nephew, but in fact he was master and apprentice. Qian Xun nodded, turned to look at the old monk of Tianxiang Mansion, Cong
As soon as Jiang Er Yao met her gaze, he quickly knelt down and asked, "What are your orders from the fairy?"
"Before, you were rude to my juniors, kowtowed to apologize, and destroyed Tianxiang Mansion. There is no place for you in Ningcuibo. If I notice you are still lingering around in three hours, I won't have to live anymore." Qian.
Xun ordered in a calm tone.
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