Compared to the depression and mess outside, the soul mirror is even more barren, countless garbage fills the sight, the stench is so strong that it seems to have materialized into wisps of smoke, and "buzzing" mosquitoes and bugs fly around.

Meng Poyi walked by as usual, just like she said before, everything in the soul mirror can affect ordinary people, but it can't affect her.

Other than that, it was quiet in the soul mirror, and there was no figure.

However, it can also be imagined that this mountain is created by human beings, but after the mountain becomes barren, human beings will gradually become extinct here, and countless evil spirits on the mountain are trapped and can't get out, even if there is a grudge, it can only occur in the Jiuhuan Mountain, and the result of this in the long run is the frequent landslides, mudslides and even desertification in the Jiuhuan Mountain.

Meng Po kept walking, and after about half an hour, something different finally appeared.

She bent down to pick up a branch, picked up a few plastic bags and a rotten packaging box in front of her, and saw a wonderful-looking bluegrass:

The bluegrass is about 40 centimeters high, the leaves are about 1 centimeter wide, and there are several flowers about 10 centimeters high between the long leaves that flutter gently in the wind, and there is a little green between the light yellow petals, and the fragrance is fragrant, which can almost cover the stench emitted by the garbage all over the mountain.

The whole orchid grass is verdant, like a jade carving, which is extremely inconsistent with the dirt of this mountain.

Meng Po looked at it and asked, "You have grown up for a hundred years before you gave birth to this wisp of consciousness, are you unwilling?"

When the orchid heard this, it shook violently, and gradually lost its most beautiful appearance: the orchid was crushed into a lump of residue, the orchid leaves were broken or trampled into the soil, and the roots were turned up and dried up in the air. Countless footprints overlapped on the bluegrass, making it completely lifeless.

Although from a human point of view, this orchid should have been a treasure among the treasures, it should have ended up being carefully maintained in a greenhouse, not a pile of dead grass rotting in a mountain of garbage.

However, from the moment people unconsciously stepped on it, this orchid completely lost the opportunity to show itself to outsiders.

Meng Po said: "If you can give birth to a soul, you will have a chance to be reincarnated, and as for what happens after that, it depends on your own creation." ”

As soon as Meng Po raised her hand, the blue silk thread seemed to have her own consciousness, and it was wound into a blue silk mesh between her fingers, "The fate of the soul is born, the fate of the soul is destroyed, and the bundle is guided!" The silk mesh covers the bluegrass stump, and then the bluegrass stump fades, and the bluegrass at the time of extreme beauty reappears, and the leaves drive the flowers to tremble gently, and then gradually fade away, turning into a blue silk thread, which melts into the tassel on Meng Po's hand.

Along the way, I met all kinds of plants and animals. There are those who have also been trampled under the trampling of humans, those who have been killed by garbage, and those who have been mischievous and have carved all kinds of handwriting with knives to the point of destroying the bark of trees.

Compared with plants, the tragic situation of animals is more intuitive, among which the majority of those who died of starvation because of the destruction of the ecological environment on the mountain, Meng Poyi even saw two golden monkeys, which were skinned and buried alive.

She crossed as she walked, except for the place where there was a ghast in the soul mirror, no other place was directly skipped, until the silk thread of the last ghast fell on Meng Poyi's hand, she found that before she knew it, she had walked through the entire Nine Ring Mountain.

And the evil soul is gone, and the soul mirror will naturally disappear, but at this moment, Meng Poyi's face suddenly changed.

When Yuan An and Ji Hui found Zhao Qianrong again, looking at the environment in front of them, it turned out that Ji Hui was right-Zhao Qianrong ran away all the way, and it was really to lead them to such a place.

The eerie woods were probably the last lucky place on the hill to be unspoiled, but because of this, it became a gathering place for ghasts.

"Ten evil souls that feed on ghasts?" Yuan An's gaze at Zhao Qianrong became extremely complicated.

"So my glimmer of life is impossible. Zhao Qianrong smiled and said, "Brother Chen'an, are you sure you want to let my soul fly away with your own hands?"

Yuan Chen'an closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he smiled helplessly, affectionate and ruthless, "Rongrong, I said it, I don't have much time, and this time is only for her." ”

"Senior brother, you are really hateful!" Zhao Qianrong was extremely jealous and hateful in his heart, holding a scimitar in each hand, and a burst of red mist appeared on the black blade, "Then come on! Senior brother, since you are ruthless, I will not show mercy to my subordinates." ”

In the eyes of ordinary people, they could only see a black mist gradually gathering around her, but Yuan An and Ji Hui could see those evil spirits gathering around her with the naked eye, and then they became less and less, and the red on the blade became even redder.

"Ten Evil Souls!" Ji Hui slowly took off his coat, "It's a little more tricky than I thought." ”

It's really tricky, and if Yuan'an and Jihui join forces at their peak, there may still be a chance to win. However, now that Yuan'an's spiritual power has been discounted, the two sides are equal, and even gradually falling.

Yuan An had lost too much blood, and his face had turned pale.

Ji Hui didn't know when he had an extra brush in his hand, which was extremely ordinary. Then he held such an ordinary brush and wrote a series of handwriting in the air, and those handwritings became entities the moment they were written, and the rope was wrapped around Zhao Qianrong.

The speed of the season is extremely fast, and the afterimage can almost be seen with the movements of the hands. While writing, he dodged Zhao Qianrong's attack very neatly, his posture was idle, and his expression was extremely calm, if it weren't for the fact that it was between life and death now, the whole picture was really a very gorgeous visual enjoyment.

The black fog around him gathered more and more, and the scimitar in Zhao Qianrong's hand had turned blood-red. The two of them had more and more difficulty coping, but their faces did not show any light.

"Brother Chen'an. Seeing that victory was imminent, Zhao Qianrong showed smugness on his face, "Don't let you bleed, if you run out of blood, I will be reluctant." But don't worry, I'll keep you...... Ahh

She suddenly screamed in pain, and those spells written by Ji Hui broke through her defense line and smashed directly on her back.

Ji Hui's subordinates kept moving, writing and saying: "There is too much nonsense. ”

"You!" Zhao Qianrong's face was distorted in pain, and the black mist around her body shook a few times, she gritted her teeth, and suddenly pounced in the direction of Ji Hui as if she was dying.

"Tsk!" In the face of her lifeless attack, Ji Hui sat cross-legged on the ground directly, his left hand was attached to the brush in his right hand, and the words written out again were coiled into a circle like mosquito coils, and the last full stop was in the center, pushing in the direction of Zhao Qianrong.

"Insect carving skills. Zhao Qianrong crossed his chest with his knives, but the imaginary counterattack did not appear. When she touched the spells, the knives suddenly lost their strength, and then there was a dull pain in her chest, and she was knocked to the ground.

It wasn't when, but all the ghasts around her suddenly dispersed. Losing the ghast soul tonic, Zhao Qianrong's strength also weakened.

Yuan An looked at this scene, and while breathing a sigh of relief, his eyes became gentle, "Zisang." ”

Ji Hui also understood, and said with a smile: "Miss Tuomeng's blessing is saved!"

The evil spirit around Zhao Qianrong has dissipated, proving that this mountain has been crossed, and only Meng Poyi can cross the soul, which proves that the current Meng Poyi has been saved.

"Meng Poyi, it's you again!" Zhao Qianrong covered his heart, and after reacting, he only gritted his teeth with hatred. In the next second, she suddenly turned to Yuan An and said, "Brother Chen'an, let's meet again next time." Before the words fell, the figure had disappeared.

No matter how fast Rao is Ji Hui moves, he only has time to make up a spell on her.

Ji Hui took the pen and sighed: "This time I really escaped, and the fact of escaping is really impressive." ”

Yuan An's face was pale, and he leaned on the trunk of the tree and smiled reluctantly: "Ji Dangjia has been tracking for many years, if you don't have the ability to escape, how can you escape so many times." ”

The soul mirror disappeared, but in front of Meng Po was not the scorching sun and yellow sand when she came in, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood stained with blood, and there was an "acquaintance" person.

"Sect Master Zisang!" Zhao Congyu stood with his hands in his hands, still with his eyes and gray hair, but there was a little more evil in his arrogant expression, he looked at Meng Poyi, and greeted him with a cold smile, "How is it, this soul mirror is familiar to you?"

However, the expected panic or regret was gone, and Meng Po's expression did not fluctuate at all, and she still had an indifferent and alienated tone: "The Lord of the Zhao Sect is calculating, but this soul mirror is not something that 'ordinary people' can borrow, and the Lord of the Zhao Sect is careful to fight back." ”

Zhao Congyu said: "It is worthy of being a person who has to cross even the roots of flowers and plants, and the sect master of Zisang is really a bodhisattva." ”

When he said the words "Bodhisattva Heart", he suddenly laughed mockingly, "It's just that the Sect Master Zisang, who doesn't know the 'Bodhisattva Heart', how does it feel to see this mountain of corpses and sea of blood created by his own hands?"

Meng Po said: "I don't know if Miss Zhao's soul has existed for a thousand years, don't come to harm?"

"Sect Master Zisang is really very smart, so you know. It seems that this seat did not find the wrong person before, and you are indeed the root cause of the decline of my Holy Gate. Zhao Congyu said, his face full of pride.

He doesn't care if it's a person or a soul, for him, the sudden appearance of Zhao Qianrong is simply the same existence, if he can take this evil soul that has existed for thousands of years and is proficient in the magic of the Holy Gate for his own use, why worry about his failure to carry out the great cause of the Holy Gate.

Meng Po didn't reply, just looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in the soul mirror, and her eyes gradually sank into darkness.

Such a scene is naturally familiar to her, because she has created it all by herself. And thousands of years ago, the only one who should have been included but escaped was the eldest lady of the Holy Gate at that time, Zhao Qianrong, the younger sister of Yuan Chen'an.

Only she knew the situation back then, but at the same time, she had such a great hatred for herself.

And now that we know the existence of such a thousand-year-old ghast, everything before has been explained.

Whether it is the Ten Evil Souls hidden behind Yangou Town and need to be raised with ghasts, or the mysterious power that rescued Zhao Congyu on the Tomb Mountain.

The previous guess was correct, this trip to Jiuhuan Mountain was really aimed at her.

As soon as Meng Po raised her hand, the silk threads in her palms were flying. Either way, until she found the man and asked him clearly, it was the same whoever came, and it was all the same.