Around the swamp, which is not particularly muddy, some swollen corpses have been drilled out one after another, infested with maggots, and the skin is blue-green.

Ru Sanshui was falling towards the center of the anti-gossip, but she didn't want to step on that thing, and the ghost knew what else would be mysterious.

This thing is indeed mysterious, Ru Sanshui's eyelids are a little heavy, and the soul mist and karmic fire in his eyes are gradually thinning and dimming.

What if Chen Linsheng is pulled? Let him be forced to stop it. If he can't stop this anti-gossip and pull him on his back together, Ru Sanshui's long-cherished wish will be fulfilled.

With such thoughts, she felt that she was very bad-hearted, and finally had a little bit of the legendary "ghost girl" look. It's better to end it like this, return to the right position as soon as possible, and stay in the sky.

Thinking like this, she cheered up again, mobilized all the power she could muster, and the soul mist and karmic fire swirled and merged behind her, forming a round of scorching sun.

The black soul mist fell in the shape of a hailstone, carrying red-orange flames and purple arcs, and the fireball carried the black and white soul trails.

Such a scorching rain of fire rushed towards Chen Linsheng at great speed, and Ru Sanshui planned to envelop him in it and drown him in the sea of fire.

A foul-smelling aura rose with the steaming of those rotting corpses, and something unexpected happened, and the soul fire quickly expanded and exploded after coming into contact with those turbid gases.

In Ru Sanshui's eyes, these images were slowed down countless times, and she clearly saw that each soul fire spread out in the air and splashed into fireworks, and finally connected into pieces, and the flames quickly spread out in all directions.

There was a loud bang, and the heat hit the surrounding rock walls, and the mountain rocks began to turn black and shatter. After the explosion, the flames had not yet subsided, and dust rose again.

The anti-gossip slate should have been destroyed, and before Ru Sanshui could recover from the dizziness of the explosion, he felt the absorbed power return to his body.

No, not only her strength, but also the spirit of countless living people, the yang energy suppressed by the anti-gossip array was also released.

Those white human forms, with countless emotions and six desires, rose with her own power, gathering into her body.

It was so painful that Ru Sanshui felt that she was about to be torn apart, she clenched her fists and screamed out in tears.

The second wave of concussion was a blinding white light, and with this roar, it struck again at the fragile rock walls around it, and the rock walls collapsed.

The rocks were constantly collapsing and falling, and Ru Sanshui looked in the direction of Chen Linsheng, and the soul fire that had not subsided was still exploding in a small area.

In the smoke and firelight, white fragments of spirit were sprinkled. The sixteen nights of wandering corpses protected Chen Lin in the middle. They had been burned through their bones, and purple flames were burning from their bodies.

They fell straight backwards, and Chen Linsheng stood up from the middle, looking very embarrassed, his clothes were burned and torn, and he also had a lot of burns on his body.

The soul fire is his own, Ru Sanshui has not been burned, but it is not much better, he is covered in soot and dust, his hair is scattered, and his eyes are full of red blood.

Ru Sanshui approached Chen Linsheng and looked down on him, like a merciful immortal.

Half of his face was no longer human, and he still had the heart to smile: "You are completely wasting your talent...... Tu Sanjun, reverse yin and yang, jump out of reincarnation, and live forever...... There is still a lot of ...... you can do."

Before he finished speaking, his neck was strangled by the soul mist, and Ru Sanshui lifted him to the same height as himself.

The swollen swamp corpses, unexpectedly with some remnants, their rotting vapors exploding, but the moisture preserving their main limbs, emerged from the swamp again, desperately reaching out into the air with rotting hands.

They didn't want to save Chen Linsheng, but they were fighting for the fragments of the spirit scattered in the air, in a vain attempt to get rid of the dead body, replenish the yin with yang, and regain their vitality.

Chen Linsheng struggled desperately in mid-air, his head and neck were red, his blood vessels and tendons were bursting, he inhaled heavily, but he could only inhale more smoke and dust.

He grabbed the soul mist that bound his neck and roared fiercely, "You are a third mother...... Cooperate with me...... You ......"

Ru Sanshui looked at him with inquisitive eyes: "Xiao Linsheng, it should be said, it is Chen Linsheng." Who the hell have you been deceived?"

Ru Sanshui didn't understand what Chen Linsheng was fantasizing, she shook her head: "You obviously don't know anything." ”

She clenched her fist, the soul mist tightened instantly, Chen Linsheng kicked her legs twice, her eyes cracked, her head tilted, blood flowed from her mouth and nose, and the muscles and bones in her neck were broken.

Ru Sanshui threw him on the ground, and the remaining rotting corpses, half of their bodies still unable to pull out of the soil, suddenly struggled to pounce on them, and tore at Chen Linsheng's corpse.

He was their former master and their most hated enemy. They could not kill him, but they tore him to pieces when he died.

Ru Sanshui watched this scene in silence.

These carrions, they have laughed, they have tears, they have disgusted and feared things, and they have loved and cherished things. Now it is a sleepy beast without thoughts, controlled and struggling by obsession.

None of this matters, people will live, they will die, and if they die, they will live. Go with the flow, naturally, and you don't have to feel too much pity.

Instead of reminiscing about the past for the dead, it is better to pave the way for the living first.

The collapse continues, two of the three exits of this swamp have been blown up, and the gap in the sky above is not enough to pass people, and Ru Sanshui does not plan to blow it up again, so of course choose that narrow exit.

That exit is just a rock crevice, and the narrowest place Ru Sanshui needs to squeeze sideways through, and no matter how fat it is, it will hang.

Out of this swamp, the eyes suddenly opened up.

A few farmhouses and a large field of rape flowers, at this time it is the time of flowering, and it is a little dazzling in the sun.

Ru Sanshui closed his sour eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid lung qi. She was going to ask a farmer for help, so she could lie down and relax, so she walked forward with a vague step.

Jiang Heng appeared, and from a distance, he walked through the rape flowers, his posture was handsome and straight, and his actions were bright and bright, and he was the dragon and phoenix among the people.

After Jiang Heng arrived, the first thing he encountered was his father, who used the white deer sword given to him by Ru Sanshui to kill the demons, not feeling heavy, but unprecedentedly handy. As its name suggests, this sword transforms into the spirit of a fairy deer, purifying and eliminating all filth.

After he heard the first explosion, he was relieved to go down to Rusanshui, so he looked for the source of the explosion.

The person in front of Ru Sanshui looks completely overlapping with another person two hundred years ago, but no matter how you look at it, it's different. Yes, they are not alone at all, they belong to different worlds. What is worthy of her Ru Sanshui's intentions should be the one in front of her.

The white deer sword in his hand tended to avoid the dirt and wind and rain, and he himself brought peace and tranquility, from a distant place, firmly in her direction, step by step.

Demon girl, ghost girl, demon evil, if you can, Ru Sanshui doesn't want to live as a derogatory term, just like this large field of rape flowers, golden and vigorous, which makes people happy to see.

That way, she can stand openly beside the people she cares about and declare her right to belong with her head held high. With their own brilliance, they can bring out the dazzling of their loved ones and reflect each other.

Jiang Heng put the White Deer Sword back into its sheath, and just wanted to say something, when he suddenly looked nervous, stretched out his hands and ran towards Ru Sanshui.

Ru Sanshui's eyes were spinning, she could only hear the sound of her own breathing, her legs and feet were weak, and she fell straight into Jiang Heng's arms, losing consciousness.