Qing Xuan shrunk back, clasped her arms with both hands, and walked towards Ning Ying, "Hey, it's so cold." ”

Ning Ying frowned a little puzzled, "Is it cold?"

"Leng, go over there and help me get my clothes" Qing Xuan raised his eyes to look at the place where they had sat just now, the clothes were hanging alone on the trunk of the tree, swaying with the wind.

Ning Ying pursed her lips helplessly, "Okay, you wait for me here", after speaking, she turned around and walked to the place where the clothes were hung.

Just took off her clothes, Ning Ying suddenly felt a "earth-shaking" shaking coming from the soles of her feet, and fell uncontrollably towards the tree.

Suddenly thinking that the righteous father was still standing there, Ning Ying didn't even stand firm, so he quickly looked back, and saw that the seven souls had gone to the three spirits, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Father-in-law", as this sound fell, Ning Ying's whole body smashed to the ground, and he still tried to raise his eyes, and his eyes, which had not been filled with water for many years, were filled with tears.

The gathering point, which had been empty, was now floating above it with a faint golden light, forming a natural barrier separating the external objects. Something like blood came out of thin air from under his feet, slowly lifted him up, and then jerked him into the ground, disappearing into the terrible red.

He made a lip shape: Wait for me.

Ning Ying didn't care about the blurred tears in front of him, but he saw his last action clearly, struggled to get up, and pounded the barrier of "King Kong is not broken" with both hands, the place touched by his hand burned unbearably, and blood flowed down his fingers, "Father-in-law, father-in-law, father-in-law"

The flesh and blood of his hands were blurred, and the white bones were faintly exposed, but he didn't feel it at all, stubbornly knocking on the indestructible "wall", and finally he couldn't stand it anymore, spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and sat down softly.

"This door is open, I wonder if this one can endure it!" Suddenly there was a low voice, so light that it was almost negligible.

Ning Ying was keenly caught, his heart was numb, all the emotions in his mind were not under his control, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he dragged the tired body quickly to the talking master, and fiercely grabbed the ghost's neck, and the coldness in his eyes almost turned into a substance, and really smashed on the ghost.

That ghost is a green-headed ghost, the ghost cultivation is really not high, it was purely a blind cat who came to this place when he met a dead mouse, passing by this place and seeing such a "grand occasion" that is rare for a thousand years, he couldn't help but say a word, but he didn't expect that he would incur trouble with such a casual word. Seeing that this fierce god was still covered with blood on his hands was a ghost master, he was so frightened that his body trembled, and he couldn't speak, "I...... I ......"

The wrinkles between Ning Ying's eyebrows deepened a little, and he was obviously impatient, and the ten thousand poisonous whip pressed against his neck, "You only have one chance." ”

At this critical juncture of life and death, the blue-headed ghost has stimulated his potential very well, and the words he said are smooth and clear, "This ghost master should also be clear, the mountain of Flame Mountain opens once every twenty years, and every time the mountain opens, there are many ghost friends gathered here, fighting each other, can fight to the last moment, kill thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and successfully open the door of Flame to enter the suffering of melting, if you resist, a new ghost king will be born, if you can't resist, you will ...... Ashes are gone, and only the red clothes have resisted the world for hundreds of years......"

Ning Ying let go of the hand holding the blue-headed ghost, took a few steps back a little unsteadily, and let out a trembling and frightened voice, "Ashes...... Smoke out?"

The blue-headed ghost took advantage of this opportunity to run away without a shadow as soon as he slipped away, leaving Ning Ying alone and helpless to stand there, enjoying the company of boundless darkness.

With nowhere to release his grievances, he recognized the tree that was standing there innocently, and beat the tree with both hands, hitting it hundreds of times without stopping.

The tree finally fell down, kicking up dust from the ground, leaving a fist-sized trail of blood where the branch broke.

The unbearable pain in my heart did not diminish with the fall of the tree, but piled up even higher. Ning Ying sat down weakly, tears bypassed the turbulence of her eyes, brought out a trace of temperature, slid across the bridge of her nose, and slowly flowed down, moistening the dry lips, burrowing a little gap, and entering her mouth, there was a trace of bitter taste.

He stared at the place that had swallowed his stepfather, trembling slightly, his bloody hands covering his face, after all, he could no longer cry unscrupulously like a child, only a low choked voice.

Why didn't his father-in-law tell him this? Why didn't he tell him that he had come to fight for the throne of the Ghost King? Was he working hard for so many years for today? But why did he lie to him just to come to practice? How could he laugh and trick him into accompanying him on this slim road? If something really happened to his father-in-law, who would tell him that he was going to do this? What should he do?

Ning Ying sat in place and stood guard for about two days, without moving an inch of land. The yellow barrier has not yet dissipated, but the color is much lighter, and the red floating around it is not as arrogant as before, it is gentler.

It's just that...... But his stepfather sank like a stone into the sea, and there was no trace of him.

After holding on for two days without closing her eyes, and her body was injured by some evil qi, Ning Ying couldn't hold on a little, and her eyelids were very heavy. The peeling lips pursed, lowered his head and didn't look at the place stubbornly.

His heart was like ashes, so he simply closed his eyes, leaned against the tree and draped the red coat that Qing Yao had taken off on his body, resigned himself to his fate.

In a drowsy state, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps that were not light or heavy, and slowly walked towards him from far and near.

He thought, if it was something that wanted to kill the evil cult that had seized his cultivation, then it would be whatever it was. Anyway, if the hope of living is lost, it will be like walking with the corpse, life is better than death. He has nothing to lose, he has no mother, and now he has no stepfather, it can really be regarded as his dead end.

There seemed to be a mother's face in front of me, dressed in white, with some vague white light, standing against the light, I couldn't see my mother's expression clearly, but I seemed to be able to see her smile clearly. She said, "Ah Ying, my mother is here to pick you up."

Ning Ying ran over with a smile, and when he was about to touch his mother's hand, he suddenly felt something wet on his face, dragging him back from this vain and beautiful dream.

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