Qing Xuan's face was a little unnatural, put on a "kind" but somewhat stiff smile, raised his hand and touched Ning Ying's head, "It's rare to have this filial piety, my father-in-law is really moved, after so many years, I finally haven't raised it in vain, and my father-in-law will find you a mother in the future, and I will love you well", he pushed Qing Yao away and took his hand, stood up, walked to the place where he was standing, and pretended to observe the situation under the mountain.

Ning Ying stared at his slender back for a long time, then smiled self-deprecatingly and looked to the other side.

Qing Xuan and Ning Ying waited in the mountains for a long time, not to mention ghosts, they didn't even see anything moving, and there was nothing left at the gathering point of the Burning Mountain except for the excess air.

With the idea of "first come, first served", Qing Miao took Ning Ying and walked down leisurely. Because there are few other ghosts in this place, the two ghosts who are "idle" can relax a little and don't have to be as tense as before.

Taking off his coat and hanging it on the trunk of the tree, Qingyun leaned against the tree and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if he was waiting for something. Ning Ying picked a place not far from him, sat on an old withered wooden stake with Erlang's legs crossed, supported his head with his hands, stared at the small flower he was holding in his hand, and occasionally sighed.

Qing Xuan's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and a pair of picky eyes flashed with a little bit of playfulness and vigilance, blending together, spreading out a dispensable smile on his face, faintly giving people a sense of danger.

Here it comes.

There was a slow, steady sound of footsteps and a low panting, not like a human being, but like some kind of fowl.

After a while, a ghost sitting on a buffalo slowly walked into the gathering point, glanced at Qing Xuan and Ning Ying tepidly, and some old faces suddenly showed an inexplicable smile, which made people panic.

Before Qing Miao could taste the meaning of this laughter, he heard a burst of laughter like a magic sound, "Hehehehehe"

Before the syllables were completely finished, a flowery shadow followed. His hair was scattered in the wind, one eye was thickly wrapped in cloth, and the blood oozing from it could be faintly seen, and his face was as white as if he had fallen into a pile of flour, but his red lips were particularly noticeable.

This white silk female ghost was arrogant, and she didn't even look at the other ghosts, but naturally floated down, and sat calmly on an inscription tablet at the middle gathering point.

In comparison, the white-clothed ghost boy who appeared last was much more low-key, shaking a blood-colored folding fan and walking in slowly, not like he came to the bloody battle of "you live and die", but like he came to the banquet.

"I said everyone, are you still going to have some tea before you start?" The white-clothed ghost boy had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a weird voice.

The white aya female ghost turned her head slightly to look at him, her gaze was a little sharp, and the atmosphere was suddenly cold. The white-clothed ghost boy shook the fan suddenly, the fan body was retracted, quickly blocked the neck, twisted a subtle angle slightly downward, cut off the thin thread, and raised his eyebrows at the female ghost on the inscription, "I said, is this all you need?"

When the female ghost heard this, she was completely indifferent, raised her slender hand, and moved her five fingers, as if the gathering point of the Flame Mountain was covered by the "net of heaven and earth", and the sky shone with a trace of cold light from the blood-colored remnant sun that had not fallen.

Ning Ying suddenly became a little interested in this thing, reached out and touched it, and immediately made a cut on his hand, red blood came out, and Qing Xuan's expression of watching the play was immediately replaced by a gloomy expression.

"Be careful. With a word of advice, he walked towards the meeting point. Ning Ying let out an "oh", and also stood up and walked in behind her father-in-law.

Qing Xuan unfolded his palm, and a blood-colored mist slowly condensed in his hand, and finally turned into an entity, turning into a red bead. Gripping the bead tightly, he whispered a sentence in his mouth, and the red bead leaked out of his fingers and spread out, shrouding the "heaven and earth net" of the silk thread, turning into a larger cage.

The fluttering red suddenly stopped moving, and all of them were attached to the white line as thin as a hair, and the next moment the white line collapsed, and the fine pieces were scattered in the air.

A trace of disbelief cracked on the white aya girl's grimace, and the blood in the white cloth deepened a little.

The white-clothed ghost boy and the old ghost on the buffalo both froze, glanced at each other, and nodded knowingly.

In the eyes of these two ghosts, the ghost in red clothes in front of him is undoubtedly the strongest here. If they join forces to kill him now, maybe there is still a chance for them to become the ghost king, otherwise when they fight first, there will still be extra strength to deal with this hidden ghost, and then they will not die in the chaos, and they will almost be broken in the hands of this ghost, that is not for him to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman!

The two ghosts who had happily reached the "united front" rushed towards Qing Xuan at the same time, and before they could arrive, they had already thrown dozens of attacks. The red bead in Qing Xuan's hand instantly transformed into a red umbrella, flexibly blocking the incoming attack.

Ning Ying was behind Qing Xuan, and under the cover of this red umbrella, the poisonous whip in his hand quickly wrapped around the feet of the old ghost in sackcloth like a poisonous snake, and with a sharp pull, the old ghost almost fell unsteadily.

Seeing this, the "obscure" buffalo rushed towards Ning Ying, who was very spiritual, and his momentum was like a mountain discharge, bringing up billowing dust.

In an instant, Qing Xuan's red umbrella transformed into a sharp long sword, and the blade quickly attacked the white-clothed ghost boy.

The folding fan in the hand of the white-clothed ghost boy was flipped at a chic angle by him, showing some coolness, and if you look closely, you will find that the fan handle on the blood-colored folding fan is all sharp blades.

The blade on the fan flew out quickly, and it struck at Qing Xuan with an astonishing speed. Qing Xuan raised his sword and quickly and skillfully struck away the blade that flew suddenly, and at the same time sent out a burst of fierce sword qi, slashing straight towards the white-clothed ghost boy.

The sword qi hit the white-clothed ghost boy impartially, forcing him to take a few steps back, and after standing still, the folding fan in his hand was flexibly incited, and there were dozens of sword blades flying out.

Suddenly, his neck was strangled, and his whole body leaned back uncontrollably, and the white-clothed ghost boy turned his head and glared at the white female ghost viciously, and the female ghost also smiled back with compassion.

Women are the most vindictive, and they are a female ghost.

The white silk female ghost and the white-clothed ghost boy came from the same road, and they inevitably encountered each other along the way, so this fight was also fought dozens of times, but there was no winner or loser. If you want to say who the white silk female ghost has the most opinions about among the three ghosts, the white-clothed ghost boy deserves to be ranked first.

Seeing that someone greeted the white-clothed ghost boy, Qing Miao took the time to look at the battle situation on Ning Ying's side.

The buffalo, which had been "imposing" just a moment ago, was now lying on the ground with its breath, and the air that came out of its nose blew up the dust on the ground. The sackcloth old ghost's leg was torn out by Ning Ying's whip just now, and he limped when he walked, which was inexplicably a little funny.

However, Qing Miao didn't have the heart to laugh at other people's running and walking postures, and raised his long sword to attack the "half-paralyzed" old ghost.