The black mist was kind, the sky was full of golden light, and terrifying necromancers shrouded every corner of Yellow Springs City, waiting for an opportunity to find prey. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky is full of flying spirits, and a pair of bright red eyes in the dark night will give you a fatal blow.

Song Yiqing has never experienced such a dangerous situation, he has been the young master of the Song family since he was a child, although he was confirmed to be unable to cultivate when he was a child, many people have a lot of complaints about his position as the young master.

But when he was twelve years old, Qingya Sword Venerable passed by Flowing Flame City, and inadvertently discovered his talent in swordsmanship, accepted him as an apprentice, and taught him strictly, and for Song Yiqing, this hard-won cultivation opportunity was like the last straw floating on the water, the last ray of light on the horizon, although he was young but thoughtful, how could he not know that this was a turning point for him!

Decades of hard work and hard work have allowed him to learn a good swordsmanship, although he can't compare with a powerful monk for the time being, but he still has the power to protect himself.

Can...... The current situation, how could he have faced it!

Even if he has endured a lot of hardships and setbacks since he was a child, as the young master of the Song family, he has really never faced a time when his life is not guaranteed.

Therefore, when he saw the red crystal with such a thorough purity, when he thought of the person who had a shallow relationship in Flowing Flame City, he unconsciously asked.

"You, is that her?"

Who "she" is, there is no need for words, as long as the other party is that person, and he knows it.

In the face of his inquiry, Wushuang's turned figure paused, slowly turned around, looked at Song Yiqing with anticipation, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly where he couldn't see, "Yes and no, don't you have an answer in your heart!" It doesn't matter. ”

When Song Yiqing heard this, he suddenly smiled, smiling so sincerely, the smile that he habitually hangs on his lips on weekdays is different, and the smile that blooms from the bottom of his heart is even better.

Although she didn't admit it directly, her attitude showed that it was all right, didn't it?

"Protect yourself, try not to leave Baizunlou, don't stay too far away from those people." After thinking about it for a while, Wushuang finally said so.

The current situation did not give them too many opportunities to greet each other, and the battle soon began.

"Everyone is ready to meet the enemy, and the defensive array will not be able to hold on!"

Suddenly, the earth-shattering roar pierced everyone's eardrums, shocking this unusual night.

Wushuang raised his eyes and looked, all the people around him picked up their weapons and were ready to fight, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and forks are not counted for the time being, those weird ripples in mid-air are not all attracted by abundant spiritual power!

She didn't dare to delay, and raised her hand to twitch her back.

"Zheng-~"

The Qingsha Sword let out a crisp roar, accompanied by the friction of metal, revealing its fangs and claws.

"Qingsha, I'm going to ask you again this time!" Wushuang whispered to the sword in his hand.

"Buzz... Buzz—"

The vibration of the sword seemed to respond to her, and Wushuang suddenly felt very lucky, lucky to meet a peerless divine soldier like Qingsha, otherwise, how could she survive in this dangerous Metaverse alone?

"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The golden light collided with the defensive array again and again, and finally in the nervous waiting of everyone, under a certain attack, a series of explosions sounded, and it finally couldn't hold on!

"Above, kill all these spirits!"

"What, kill!"

I don't know who was the first to shout out, rushed forward in front of everyone, and fearlessly rushed into the thick black fog and golden light.

"Uh-huh-"

There were bursts of howls from the black mist, and I didn't know whether the spirit was angry or screaming.

"Above, kill all these spirits! Kill, kill......"

There are people who keep rushing into the battle circle, they have no fear, they go forward bravely.

Are they really not afraid of death? Of course not.

But what else can you do when these spirits are already in front of your eyes, and they will rush up to kill you and devour you at any time?

Only resistance!

"Die! Ahhh ”

Wushuang suddenly heard the voice of a somewhat familiar woman, and when she heard it, she was full of vitality and burst into anger.

In the gap of the battle, she looked in the direction where the voice came from, and sure enough, it was the girl named Qingluan.

The girl had been protected by her companions, standing on the high Baizun Tower, but at some point, a spirit that had escaped had floated near her......

So, this girl with an eager temperament and a brutal temper bravely picked up her magic weapon and faced the spirit floating in the air!

So, at such a time, what can you do without fighting?

Wushuang looked at these ugly, disgusting, and disembodied things flying in front of him, a black phantom, and a strange red light flashing inside, it was really disgusting, like the darkest side of human hearts......

Wushuang didn't care to think so much, his right hand held the Qingsha sword tightly, he didn't dare to carry it at all, and raised the Qingsha sword again and again with the strength of his whole body, and the sword fell in his hand, every time it was a spirit.

But even so, the spirits floating in the entire Yellow Spring City have not decreased at all, and they will increase.

As long as someone dies, they will gather like flocks of vultures, greedily and frantically gnaw at the souls and corpses of the deceased, and then, again, transform into new spirits.

Even if they are only injured, they will stare at you like a pack of crazy hyenas, draining your physical strength and destroying your will until you become a new spirit.

It's like an endless cycle, where the living become spirits because they are wounded and die, and join the opposing side, while the rest continue to take up arms, attack them, kill them - in order to survive themselves.

Unless...... They can disappear together, and there is no longer a spirit in the Yellow Spring.

But is it possible?

After hundreds of years of accumulation, this strange city has devoured thousands of souls, how could it be that this decreasing three or four hundred people could be slaughtered in one night.

It seems like... Now the question remains of how long they can hold out before being killed by the spirit.

It's cruel! Wushuang thought.

But in the next second, she ruthlessly drove her dangerous thoughts out of her mind, she couldn't think like this, she couldn't give up!

"Woohoo~~"

The voices that filled her ears were full of the roar of the dead, constantly invading her mind, making her doubt, making her give up, making her weak.

No way......

Wounded people and spirits were constantly fighting for their souls, and the mournful wails were endless.

No one wants to die, no one wants to be this person who is not a ghost or a ghost, and no one wants to make so many moths after they die.

Even if it is death, I hope that everything will be clean after my death......

So, someone chose to blow himself up.

Block the meridians by yourself, so that the spiritual power cannot circulate in the body, accumulate at a point, and fill the meridians and flesh and blood, and then, when the strength of the body cannot withstand this heavy pressure......

"Bang-"

That's the end of it.

The consequences of self-explosion are immeasurable, depending on the cultivation of the person who self-detonated and the spiritual power reserves in the body at that time, but the only thing that can be determined is that the soul dissipates and the original spirit is destroyed.

In this way, there is no possibility of becoming a different person.

Wushuang doesn't know how long it has been, the only thing he can do is to look at the spirit in front of him, and keep swinging his sword, swinging his sword, swinging his sword!

Hack them to death one by one, the Qingsha Sword can be regarded as living up to expectations at this time, there is no such thing as not being able to harm non-entities, after not knowing how many spirits are slashed and killed, Wushuang accidentally found that his sea of consciousness seems to be a little bigger than before!

Could it be that this is the way that the spirit can bring to the monk to increase his divine consciousness? Is it devouring?

But this is definitely not the time to think about this, taking advantage of a gap in the battle, Wushuang flew into the air, and under the light figure was an empty dantian, she had already noticed the current deficit in her body, and it was definitely not a long-term solution to go on like this!

She landed lightly to the corner of the eaves of Baizun Tower, high up, overlooking the entire battlefield, and less than half of the three or four hundred monks were left before, and there was fresh blood and broken corpses everywhere......

Some of them still retain their physical appearance, and they are the same people who were killed and devoured by the spirit in the first place, and they cannot rest in peace.

Others, I can't even see a specific appearance!

On the ground were piles of flesh and blood, blurred bones, mush of flesh, broken arms, and corners of clothes...... are the only proof that they remain in this world.

Once, the first time Wushuang raised his sword and killed someone, the first time his hands were stained with blood, it was in the Flowing Flame Mountain, killing the crook who robbed.

She thought she was going to be uncomfortable, disgusted, disgusted, scared...... But she never thought that she would accept it so calmly at that time.

Even...... There was a sickly feeling of comfort in my heart.

That's when she understood her thirst for blood and killing.

So what was done after that? Holding the Qingsha Sword, I don't know who influenced whom, or I found the best way to get along with each other, in Liuyan Mountain, when the Sky Breaking Sword appeared, they went on a killing spree.

At that time, she couldn't remember exactly how many people died at her hands, the only thing she remembered was her trembling from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, and the hand holding the sword was trembling desperately......

After that, Master taught her how to hone her temperament and how to restrain her murderous intent, and she did it.

Then, in the underwater world of Liuchuan, she and Gongsun Yan stood side by side and slaughtered all the demon beasts.

After that, it was Xu Qingrong.

After that, there were many creatures in the two realms who died because of her.

And then there is the spirit of the Yellow Spring.

Many, many more, but never once like this, makes her feel disgusting, makes her gaggy!

For what? died so tragically, just to keep himself from becoming such a monster after death, so he chose the most painful way.

Kill! Qingsha, join me in offering a song of death to the dead here!

Wushuang closed his eyes fiercely and held the green brake.

Under the Heavenly Dao, there has never been the so-called fairness, perhaps one day in the future, Huangquan will pay the price for the spread of the dead spirit here because of the so-called "justice" of the Heavenly Dao, and then prove the fairness of the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao will never let any darkness breed, and the Heavenly Dao will always stand on the side of justice and beauty.

But these people who died today, they will not come back.

No one will know what kind of purgatory will become in Huangquan City every time the golden light appears, and no one knows how many people will die in disheart in that purgatory......

There will even be people who will kill the spirits they have become again, and then complain, cursing these people who have been "dead" before, complaining about their stupidity and weakness.

But it's not like this, it shouldn't be like this.

Since the way of heaven advertises all fairness and justice, then why will these people never be redeemed!

Kill! Green brake.

Join me in offering a requiem to the spirits of the dead here!

Wushuang opened his eyes again, those eyes that were always thin and cold were dyed with blood, and the red light of the demon was clearly extinguished in his eyes, like a goblin in the night.

Kill, Aosha, and with me, send these necromancers where they are supposed to go.

The red light flashed, between the lightning and flint, Wushuang had already raised the Qingsha sword, and once again entered the battle below, a second before she threw herself into the battle, she vaguely saw the situation of Xin Xian and Zou Lao fighting side by side, the three of them, so tacitly cooperable......

One spirit after another lost its breath under her sword and returned to the earth, and one after another died in vain rested in the music of this slaughter.

Suddenly, a melodious and cool music sounded in the night, and the rhythm of the high and low ups and downs sounded a real requiem sound, the sound of killing.

Wushuang's mind caught in the killing suddenly woke up, and looked in the direction from which the sound came, a woman wearing a snow-white silk shirt and a white coat sat on the roof of Baizun Tower, with a guqin on her lap, and melodious music flowed out from between her fingers, playing the only beautiful movement in this bloody night.

Is that......

Everyone looked at the woman playing the piano on the eaves in a daze, not knowing how to react, such music, listening to their ears, only felt comfortable physically and mentally, and the fatigue just now was swept away, and the whole body was full of strength again!

"What are you doing in a daze, continue to kill others! Don't let down the hard work of this real person! ”

Xinxian's hoarse voice sounded abruptly in the music, waking up the dreamer.

yes, go on, kill the spirit!

For myself, and for the sake of those who have died!

The people who threw themselves into the great cause of killing again found that the gaffe had a new reversal, and the monks became more and more energetic as they killed, but the necromancers were sluggish.

Great, victory is at hand.

The melodious and clear music is played in the dark night, and the music played by the guqin is dignified and atmospheric, vast as the sea, sometimes like the clear stream of the mountain stream, free and smart; Sometimes it is like a colorful butterfly in a flower, childlike and lively; Sometimes like a snow lotus on a high mountain, elegant and calm, sometimes like a fierce battlefield, impassioned.

Every time she plays a new piece of music, the people fighting below can get new strength, and she uses her unique way to give the greatest support to everyone present.

Unconsciously, the monks had taken the lead of the battlefield, and were no longer pressed and beaten by the necromancers as before, but now, they had the strength to fight back.

Eggs, even if this is the case, the gap in numbers cannot be made up in a moment.

At that moment, a voice saved their spirits from the brink of collapse.

"Let's go back to Baizun Building for a while, the second defensive array has been opened, let's take a break and fight again!"