The ghost's green eyes flashed with a hint of woodenness in his pupils, and a long groan erupted from his giant mouth formed by the illusory mist.

Like a wolf roaring on a moonlit night, like a baby crying.

The little ghosts standing quietly around him babbled out in this wolf roar, and took that strange step towards Nangong Fan.

The babbling sound was very chaotic, as if thousands of people were moaning in Nangong Fan's ears, crying about their sorrow, the pain of not entering reincarnation.

From then on, they had no afterlife, and from then on they were forgotten in the world, and they could only be numb to the solitary ghosts who obeyed people's orders.

Nangong Fan sighed slightly in his heart, his fist was filled with a faint brown, and his fist was like a mountain, smashing straight ahead.

Turning fiction into reality was their last resort to attack those who were not disturbed by souls, and it was also an excellent opportunity for Nangong Fan to break the enemy.

The black mist filled the eyes, and it seemed to be unfolding a vivid picture scroll to Nangong Fan.

The picture scroll is lifelike, everything is as if he has seen it with his own eyes, Nangong Fan has a voice in his heart telling him that what he sees in front of him is the picture that these lost souls have experienced before their deaths.

......

Under the care of the middle-aged man, three young men and women killed a muscular bull demon with great difficulty, making a sound of joy. The middle-aged man showed a kind and satisfied smile and froze in front of Nangong Fan's eyes.

A drooping old white-haired old man, hunched over, walking is extremely difficult, or in the young grandson's longing eyes, holding his grandson's small palm, step by step out of the dilapidated thatched house, walking on the avenue, take out the only steel hammer to buy a string of delicious sugar gourds for his grandson, watching his grandson salivate, showing a satisfied, happy smile.

A middle-aged beggar dressed in tatters was surrounded by a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers in the center, and the teenagers punched and kicked the beggar, but the beggar just curled up in place, holding his head in one hand and covering his arms with the other, bearing his fists and feet, without a trace of pain, and his face was tenacious.

Nangong Fan saw the beggar walking slowly on the tattered street with dirty clothes full of footprints, stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house, laboriously opened the rusty iron lock, and took the steamed buns that had just been squeezed into a ball on his right hand that he was desperately protecting in his arms, and walked into the house step by step. Amazing birthmark, cheering jumped from the house to his side, the beggar trembled and handed the steamed bun in his hand to the little girl, watching the little girl gobble up the steamed bun, couldn't help swallowing saliva, but still gently rubbed the little girl's head with a soft smile.

Nangong Fan also saw a she-wolf who accidentally broke away from the wolf pack and had a slightly bulging belly, it struggled to survive in the forest full of demon beasts, and the little wolf was born as promised, which exhausted a lot of its strength, but it still dragged its tired body to forage for food, so that there was enough nutrition for the little wolf to grow. It was spotted and followed by a cheetah, and it did enough to do nothing, so it fed the wolf cub the last milk, chewed the meat in its mouth and put it next to the cub, and left without hesitation, leading the cheetah to another place.

......

Nangong Fan saw countless people and demon beasts, either hideous or touching.

The powerful fist couldn't stop trembling, and the power on it had long since disappeared, and no matter how hard I forced myself, I couldn't swing this powerful fist.

What a lovely bunch of people!

The same faint black clouds appeared above countless pictures, shooting out sharp black rays, piercing the eyebrows of the protagonists of each picture, and they still maintained their expressions just now, either angry or excited......

The color in their eyes froze in an instant, their bodies froze in place, slowly falling to the ground, and a faint black mist could be seen pouring from their eyebrows into the weak black clouds drifting in the sky, the black clouds gradually thickened, and the momentum was overwhelming, and gradually had a tendency to cover the sky.

"Ah!" Nangong Fan's eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and facing those corpses was far less stimulating than the pictures directly presented in Zhihai.

Nangong Fan withdrew his fist, his gums clenched, blood stains loomed, and his eyes were filled with a layer of blood against the chaotic sky, revealing boundless madness.

The picture in front of him gradually turned gray, and the figures covered in blood stretched out their white hands from the picture with green pupils, and grabbed Nangong Fan who was standing still.

As if he was blaming Nangong Fan for why he didn't go with them.

"Ghost town...... Inaction of the Law Enforcement Alliance...... I, Nangong Fan, remember you!" Nangong Fan let out a roar that was not like a human voice.

These entwined souls covered Nangong Fan's body, and the sharp nails were drawn on Nangong Fan's skin that was stronger than mountain stones, a trace of pain, and white marks, which made Nangong Fan's eyes more calm, a kind of perverted calmness, and demonic indifference emanated from his body.

Nangong Fan took a deep look at the hundred ghosts gathered around him, a touch of green light flashed in his eyes, and the holy breath overflowed with the light lotus fragrance, blocking the invasion of ghosts.

The ghost retreated in the lotus incense, letting out bursts of terrible screams, and the yin wind gusted, but it was ruthlessly extinguished by the lotus incense, leaving a few small whirlpools in place, spinning and dotting around Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan turned his head and glanced indifferently at the direction of the dead city that was blocked by the black fog, and turned into a green light and disappeared in place.

Qinglian Dao Fire is not something that Nangong Fan can use today, but it is not a problem to stimulate a little of its aura to deter a group of ghosts without wisdom.

Now, the spiritual power in Nangong Fan's body is gradually assimilated by the Qinglian Dao Fire, and when the assimilation is completed, and the spiritual power naturally carries the breath of Dao Fire, Nangong Fan's trace of spiritual power can easily burn a little ghost who tells the truth like this.

It's just that if he does it again, Nangong Fan doesn't know if he will be as unable to do it as he is now?

Nangong Fan passed through the black fog and escaped into the Moon River Forest and disappeared without a trace.

When he was far away from the dead city, Nangong Fan stopped, and a slender stream of blood oozed out from under the mask.

Nangong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, took off the mask, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and had a wry smile on his face, he was still not ruthless enough!

The Blood Demon Son glanced at Nangong Fan lightly, shook his head, and muttered that only he could hear the words.

......

In the central mansion of the dead city, the illusory body floating in the soul sky has a slight sign of materialization, like a cluster of humanoid smoke with a pair of pupils that are like substance, and even the hands and feet are not real in a haze.

If one carefully observed Soul Tian's body under the faint light, they would find that the light directly penetrated his illusory body, and there was not even a trace of shadow on the ground.

Soul Heaven and Soul Wind respectfully sent off the two of them from the Law Enforcement Alliance, and Soul Wind's already gloomy face hung a sneer full of murderous intent.

"Senior brother, what happened just now?" Soul Wind raised his head slightly, he knew that Senior Brother had always been an extremely stable person, and that soft voice was by no means as easy as what he had just said, there must have been something out of his control. But just now, an outsider was uncomfortable in his heart as if a kitten was scratching, and now when he asked, he couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

"I didn't expect to miss a little mouse, so let's play an interesting little game as a cat. I'd like to see how well this little mouse can hide?" "Soul Tian pinched the trick in his hand, and was probing where the mark he left behind had gone.

The hundred ghosts walked at night, not to kill the enemy, although he was successful in raising ghosts, but the Nether Heavenly Dao had too much suppression of him, and he couldn't use his secret skills as he wished at such a distance, but it was okay to leave a mark for himself to explore.

An eerie aura enveloped the two of them. The lonely dead city then resounded with a slight tremble.

Hundreds of ghostly lights rose from all over the dark dead city full of dead silence, turning into torrents from all directions into the city and between the roads, surging towards the two brothers in an orderly manner.

There was only the eerie sound of the wind whistling through the dead city, and there was not a trace of other noise, and thousands of flickering ghosts loomed in the darkness, making people shudder.

......

Nangong Fan walked easily among the forests, the branches and leaves gradually withered yellow, and without spirituality, the entire planet seemed to have entered a period of exhaustion because of the evil deeds of the Soul Heaven Brothers.

Nangong Fan sighed slightly, if he wants to use living people to refine ghosts, he can't succeed by moving his mouth, the appearance of a hundred ghosts basically predicts that there is no living mouth in the main city of Niu Xing, and the situation of other villages and cities on the planet is not known.

If Nangong Fan saw the thousands of ghostly lights that converged under an order in Ziniu City, he would understand that the entire Ziniu Star had turned into a vast death star and there was no way to live.

On a planet without life, the aura of heaven and earth on it will be deposited downward over time, and after the aura shrinks into the interior of the planet, the atmosphere disappears, and the planet will turn into a star of resources like those thousands of ordinary planets, and ordinary people can no longer survive on it.

To create a planet that can be lived by mortals, it takes not only a lot of resources, but also an endless amount of time to precipitate.

The mistakes made by the two brothers Soul Heaven and Soul Wind are too numerous to mention.

What he wanted to do now but he didn't have the ability to do it, Nangong Fan felt very aggrieved, and the slightest unhappiness lingered in his heart, lingering.

The dark sky was faintly lit with a faint light, and there was no clear boundary between day and night. A planet without the breath of life may be shrouded in darkness and never have peace.

Nangong Fan fiddled with the bloodstone on his wrist and muttered for a moment, pouring into it the information he knew at the moment.

"The Ghost Sect Soul Heaven slaughtered the residents of Ziniuxing with the soul wind and caused irreparable evil, and the Law Enforcement Alliance colluded with it and asked the headquarters for support. ”

Bloodstone surged with a mysterious aura, drifting in the void, and in the depths of an uninhabited planet not far from Ziniu Star, a bloodstone lit up and slowly disappeared. Step by step, the news was passed towards the Blood River Division.

Nangong Fan's mood was slightly relaxed, and he didn't know what decision the Blood River Ministry would make, would he face the two upper realm forces in order to insist on that trace of justice?