After receiving the song and taking out the nine songs, Su Elegy began to play it leisurely, and each note that came out was like a life-destroying talisman.

At this time, Su Wangge had to admire Shen Qinghan's deep cultivation, and she used half of the spiritual power he gave her to die, but until now she still feels very full, if it were herself, it is estimated that she will run out of food.

The most admirable thing about Su Wangge is that no matter where she is, she has an arrogant momentum that is not chaotic.

Many rickety ghosts poured in from outside the building, and with the last note of Su Elegy's song falling, those ghosts controlled by her raised their heads violently, and their eyes that had no focus began to condense fiercely, and they pounced on the group of ghosts in the building mercilessly.

The red-clothed world looked at the faces of those out-of-control ghost masks with some amusement: a little interesting.

A plaque seal appeared in the palm, covered with dense black lines, and the only thing that could be clearly seen was the Xuanzi. His mouth moved slightly, and he recited a mantra, and the card seal in his hand began to float unscrupulously, and even the black lines began to circulate.

Following the ghosts controlled by Su Elegy, a group of agile and vicious walking corpses came in, and the luxurious pavilion was instantly "overcrowded", and the scene was quite chaotic.

The red-clothed world condensed the qi sword and rushed towards Su Elegy, she launched a palm of spiritual power in time to block the qi sword, but her palms were numb from shock.

It seemed that he was disgusted that this pavilion was too small and inconvenient to stretch his legs and feet, so Su Wangge used his spiritual power to lift this pavilion upside down and fly out. The red-clothed world followed closely behind, carrying dozens of ghost power to hit her fiercely.

She tried her best to dodge, but the guy's move was too diligent, and she couldn't help but be hit in the palm of the hand, like a kite with a broken string, smashed into a tree with purple flowers by the Dead River, and then fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she immediately stood up, and just wanted to attack the red cloth with her sword, but a force suddenly hit her waist and brought her back.

Su Wangge raised his eyes and went away, almost confused, "Shen Qinghan, let go of me"

Shen Qinghan turned a deaf ear, the strength of his hand became tighter, and after placing her on the ground safely, he hugged her and took the spirit gathering box with his hand.

Su Wangge gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Qinghan, you are crazy, I will handle my own affairs"

Let go of her, Shen Qinghan held her shoulders and looked at her fixedly, "Good, wait for me here", and quickly locked an enchantment and locked her inside.

Reintegrating the spiritual power in the spirit gathering box into his golden pill, Shen Qinghan raised his sword and waved, and the waves of qi that were raised rushed towards the red-clothed world with an unstoppable momentum, and wherever he went, the grass was uprooted.

"Shen Qinghan, I remember I told you that I am a completely bad person, I am abusive, I am false, I am unrighteous, and I am unvirtuous...... Why are you biting me all the time" Su Elegy looked at him, his fists clenched, and he was about to crush his bones.

She was a calculating person, and if he had treated her badly before, she could hate him as a matter of course. But now he is so good, what reason is she looking for to hate him, and now she is not worthy of him at all.

Shen Qinghan turned around and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, no matter what kind of you, I will accept it all."

Su Elegy had no choice but to punch the enchantment, "Finding water in the desert is something that only a fool can do"

The red-clothed world came out of a pile of ruins, shook the ashes on his body, "Okay, okay, go away with sensationalism, I hear my teeth ache"

Shen Qinghan stood there in white clothes, his face was light, but his words were unceremoniously, "Do you need me to help the Ghost King pull out his teeth?"

"I'm quite good at this, I'll help Lord Shen Feng" The red-clothed world condensed thousands of qi swords for a while, and the whole dynasty attacked Shen Qinghan before and after.

With spiritual power as an obstacle, he steadily erected a blue wall in front of him, the life-seeking sword in his hand flew away, and his left hand controlled the fairy sword to fly towards the red-clothed world, and the sharp blade slashed how many qi swords.

Su Elegy was not idle, sitting in the enchantment, playing the nine songs with a somewhat tense expression. The ghost walking corpse that had fallen to the ground staggered back to its feet, and rushed towards the red-clothed world with rapid movements.

The red-clothed world crushed the Xuanyin talisman, and in an instant, dense walking corpses came out of the ground, and the number was so large that it made people's scalps tingle.

The ghost power was carried in his palm to resist the flying life-seeking sword, but the sword was menacing, containing a strong spiritual power, which instantly penetrated the ghost power that the red-clothed world used to resist, and directly pierced the red-clothed palm.

The red-clothed man took dozens of steps back, shook off his hand that was constantly bubbling black, and his face under the mask showed a cruel smile.

"Go," he whispered.

Thousands of walking corpses rushed towards Shen Qinghan, he noticed this change, quickly retracted the sword, held the sharp sword with his left hand, and slashed to the left with force, and the blood red occupied the sword body. Immediately, he injected a strong spiritual power into the sword, and with a swing of the sword, the blood-colored sword waves rushed towards the group of corpses with a force that could kill thousands of troops and horses, breaking their waists.

Then the offensive continued, and dozens of sword qi waves continued to fall towards the corpses, blood flowed like rivers, corpses were piled up, and the stench soared to the sky.

"Bang" Shen Qinghan fought more than a dozen battles with the red-clothed world before he smashed the red-clothed tilt to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Poof" Hongyi spat out a mouthful of black blood, struggling to stand up but couldn't stand up.

The ghost king was dying, and those walking corpses who had not yet been killed were like headless flies, and began to scatter in all directions, wanting to escape from the ghost city, cross the sea, and rush to the world.

Shen Qinghan supported the ground with his sword, kneeling on the ground with one foot, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he faintly couldn't support it.

In this way, the enchantment that protected Su Elegy slowly dissipated.

Su Elegy stumbled towards Shen Qinghan, but unexpectedly, the ghost king, who had not yet lost his breath, threw out a cloud of ghost power and attacked Su Elegy.

When Shen Qinghan saw this scene, his heartbeat was about to stop, and he panicked for a while, planning to use his Yuan Shen to protect her.

Closed his eyes and cast a spell, and a blue circle of light flew out from his forehead, quickly flashing in front of Su Elegy, blocking the ghost power.

There was no expected pain. Shen Qinghan said suspiciously: No, it doesn't seem to be his Yuan Shen who flew out just now.

Shen Qinghan opened his eyes, only to see that Su Wangge was wrapped in a dazzling circle of light, and a fairy sword flew out of the aperture, flying unstoppably towards the red-clothed world, passing by, and the dying ghost king instantly disappeared cleanly and neatly.

After that, the fairy sword pierced through the sky, and the air waves brought up roared through the heavens and the earth, and suddenly fell from the sky, carrying earth-shaking power, and plunged into the earth. The moment it landed, the powerful immortal power wrapped in dust spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wherever it went, the ghosts and spirits had no chance of surviving, until they spread to the sea and killed the group of fleeing corpses.

The white light dissipated, and out of it came a silver-haired woman in white clothes, with a silver-white mask covering her face, with an indifferent expression, no sorrow or joy.

The blue circle of light flew back to Shen Qinghan's forehead, but he was injured by the immortal qi emitted by the fairy sword, spit out a mouthful of blood, and saw the woman in front of him again, and his heart was filled with boundless bitterness.

It turned out to be her...... No wonder he was never soft-hearted.

The white bird, the priest.

Priest Wan slowly walked to the bridge over the Dead River, and there were not many purple flowers left on the bridge. She raised her hand and calculated, pursed her lips, and looked not very happy, "It's only been two lifetimes...... I said that you don't do it, the gods are good, and you are here to pay for your grievances......"

After walking a few more steps, she came to the middle of the bridge, "That's it, I regret it, I don't pay it off, it's a big deal that I won't be this priest, and I haven't seen that fish ...... anyway", she turned her head to look at Shen Qinghan, who was still immersed in memories, and called, "Lord Shen Feng?"

Hearing the sound, Shen Qinghan raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Huh?"

"This is a dead river, isn't it?

Shen Qinghan nodded blankly, "Hmm"

Priest Wan nodded knowingly, threw the ghost qin in, and felt a little bitter in his heart: This world is too bitter, I don't want to stay...... I don't want to remember any of the people in this world.

After all the mountains and rivers, the eyes are full of devastation.

Leap into the river of death.

When Shen Qinghan saw this scene, his eyes turned red, and he dragged his defeated body to the white shadow quickly, but he didn't catch anything in the end, and both of them entered the river of death.

Although it is a river, there is a hole under the river, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an ocean. Shen Qinghan swam to her side, hugged her waist, lifted her mask with his other hand, and a wry smile fell gently on her lips.

took out Su Ling, put it on her neck, and kissed her again.

Su Ling, you help me guard her, bring her back, bring her back to me.

Good boy, stop running, I can't chase anymore.

Shen Qinghan turned into a huge kun and circled around her a few times, screaming with profound sorrow. The immortal body of the priest slowly disappeared, forming a white circle of light, which was wrapped in a white Peng bird.

The darkness of the water gradually spread upwards, and a strange gloomy voice came from the ground, it was a sinful evil spirit, a soul that could never be reincarnated, and a darkness that wanted to devour all foreign souls.

The huge kun held the priest's primordial spirit and struggled upstream.

Only the "tip of the iceberg" was exposed to the surface of the huge head of the "Bang La" Kun, which finally brought the primordial spirit of the priest out of the river of death and saved him from eternal imprisonment.

The giant body of the kun was violently pulled into the water, and the undercurrent below churned continuously, and the blood color gradually appeared on the dead river, although it was only a river, but it contained waves that were more fierce than the ocean, but they were all hidden under the surface of the river.

When the bottom of the river is calm, the first rays of sunlight have come to the world, and Rao is a dead and bloody dead river, which is also dyed with a layer of warm brilliance.

A bubble suddenly appeared on the calm Dead River, and before the next bubble arrived, a small blue circle of light appeared, holding a sleeping kun in its arms, swaying into the sky.

The primordial spirit of the priest wandered aimlessly, as if he had traveled through many time and space and went to a strange place.

The traffic is constant, the night lights are flashing, and in the cold winter moonlit day, the breath seems to freeze. A couple, dressed simply, sneakily walked down the road with a child in their arms, came to an orphanage, and left the child at the door.

"Child, I'm sorry, my mother really can't afford to raise you, I heard that the director of this orphanage is a good person, so you can grow up here with peace of mind," the woman cried.

The man dragged the woman, "Go, don't be seen"

The two left in a hurry.

The child cried incessantly, and then gradually lost his life. The priest's spirit wandered to the child's side and got in, and the child slowly came to life again, and the crying was so loud that it alarmed the people in the courtyard.

A middle-aged woman walked out, saw the child thrown on the ground, and with a face full of pity, picked her up and carried her into the courtyard.

The director of the orphanage gave the child a name, Qin Shuwan.

In this world, cause is effect, effect is cause, and cause and effect are cycled.

(End of text)

If you like elegy, it's not too late, please collect it: () It's not too late to be a dream, and it's the fastest update speed.