However, this ghost world is not only ghost cultivation, but also some sinful souls in previous lives, who will live in the ghost world if they cannot be reincarnated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The current ruler of the two realms of demons and demons is the jade-faced Rakshasa, a person who has always worn a black mask and silver white hair and claimed to be the messenger of the Rakshasa God, and he exerts such a spiritual power.

It's just that because he hasn't really seen the jade-faced rakshasa, Xuan Mingchen can't judge it very clearly, so there is still a small error in his judgment.

The purity of the jade-faced rakshasa alone compared to the aura of death cannot be compared to here. In the Rise of Death of the Jade-Faced Rakshasa, only death is mixed with evil thoughts, so it is destined to be only powerful for a while. And the breath of death here, with light and life, and goodness in the heart, is the true meaning of true death.

Mo Zixiao's face froze, how could there be so much death qi in this hundred miles of dust, if he didn't suppress the injury of a hundred miles of dust, as long as he died, sooner or later death would let death invade the entire continent. Because Mo Zixiao could feel that Baili Juechen couldn't control them, and now he was struggling to suppress them.

The pace of his feet quickened, and Mo Zixiao hurriedly entered the deeper part of the alley, and sure enough, in front of the deepest courtyard gate, the sky was already gray and even black.

With Mo Zixiao's excellent sense of hearing and smell, Mo Zixiao slowly arrived at the door of the mansion. There was a gentle knock on the door, and it took about a minute before a white-clothed maid came out to open the door.

She came to this dead man's mansion this time to refine medicine for him and cure his old diseases.

The woman in white was naturally very disdainful when she saw that she was treating her son-in-law for someone who looked ordinary and had less spiritual cultivation than her, but she also saw that Uncle Yan, who had served her son-in-law since childhood, was respectful to Mo Zixiao, and she didn't dare to put contempt on the bright side, so she had to invite her in.

"Baili Gongzi?" Mo Zixiao tentatively called out for a hundred miles, but she didn't hear an echo, and screamed tentatively, and there was a low and suppressed cough on the opposite side. After a long time, Baili Jiechen, who had calmed down and coughed, stayed for a while before letting Mo Zixiao in.

Baili Jiechen leaned back on the chair, gasping slightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, a pair of silver eyes were eclipsed, and his face was white and terrifying. It's the old disease that can't be suppressed.

Mo Zixiao hurriedly checked the pulse, and her body was already chaotic to a realm, and the meridians were blocked and could not circulate, so her complexion had not been good.

"The girl is here." Baili Jiechen barely pulled his lips to show a smile, but it was terrible white. Because of this, it is also the thrilling beauty of beauty.

"Since I promised, I will definitely come." Mo Zixiao responded casually, but she began to fiddle with the alchemy utensils.

She was abducted and sent to Hyun Yage, it was definitely too late for alchemy, and now she could only let Xuan Mingchen refine it here.

Baili Jiechen closed his eyes and did not interject again.