"Bump"

A strong external force slammed into the red-clothed ghost king, forcing him to take a step back.

There was a slender white shadow in front of Nangong Wan's eyes, it was the Nanyu Emperor Master, Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan glanced back at her, his eyes were gentle and reassuring, walked up to her, and said softly, like coaxing, "Be good at night, sleep and you'll be fine."

Shen Qinghan's fingertips tapped Nangong Wan's delicate forehead, and Nangong Wan fell asleep in an instant. Shen Qinghan took her little head in time, leaned against the wall gently, and got up to lay a light blue enchantment for her, and the blue light disappeared without a trace after a moment.

"Hahahahaha" The red-clothed ghost king heard a terrifying and cool laugh again.

Shen Qinghan frowned slightly, "Don't laugh, it's ugly"

Who knew that the red-clothed ghost king laughed even more rampantly when he heard it, "Hahahahahahaha

Shen Qinghan: ......

Thinking about dealing with the red-clothed ghost king, it should be "if you can do it, you can't keep your mouth open", Shen Qinghan was afraid that he would accidentally hurt Nangong Wan when he fought with him, so he put his hands together, and blue light burst out from the gap between his hands, engulfing the red and white figures, and when the blue light subsided, there were no two people in that place.

As soon as the red-clothed ghost king opened his eyes, he found himself and Shen Qinghan in a desolate wilderness.

"Hahahahaha

Shen Qinghan raised his sword and rushed towards the red-clothed ghost king, the tip of the sword arced in the air, leaving a pale blue sword shadow, and sent it towards the red-clothed ghost king violently.

The red-clothed ghost king flashed, disappeared, and in an instant, fell behind Shen Qinghan.

The Xuan Force was condensed in his hand, and the transparent qi waves were rolling, and he slammed into Shen Qinghan's back. Feeling the strong force behind him, Shen Qinghan quickly turned around, and at the same time, a powerful spiritual power condensed in his hand and struck out, facing the mysterious power of the red-clothed ghost king. Two comparable manas collided, stirring up a wind and waves that cut people.

The two of them flew up at the same time, and the two mana that struck each other spread in a circle under their feet in all directions, causing disaster to the grass and trees, and where the qi waves went, every inch of grass was broken.

Falling and standing on the ground full of smoke and dust, the white clothes are clean and dusty, and the red clothes are fluttering and flying.

Shen Qinghan's fingertips moved, and the mana that leaked from his fingertips wrapped around a boulder next to him. The boulder was provoked and smashed into the red-clothed ghost king. The red-clothed ghost king's hands were slightly open, and the leaves on both sides were sucked up, flying in front of him in unison, as hard as steel.

With a light movement of his hand, the blades that were "ready to go" instantly collided with the boulder thrown by Shen Qinghan. The steel blades cut through the boulder, cutting off many edges and corners, and the boulder was finely broken into hundreds of small stones.

Shen Qinghan's eyes remained unchanged, and he increased the release of spiritual power in his hand, forcing the gravel to hit the red-clothed ghost king, and at the same time, the other hand condensed and sucked the blade thrown by the red-clothed ghost king, staying an inch away from him. After all the vigorous blades were adsorbed on it, the fingertips turned slightly, and all the blades adsorbed on the mana were knocked out to the right and inserted into a tree with a brush.

Shen Qinghan's speed was so fast that the red-clothed ghost king was caught off guard, and was hit by hundreds of gravels wrapped in spiritual power and fell to the ground.

The red-clothed ghost king stood up casually and patted the dust on his body.

Shen Qinghan raised his life-seeking and fierce attack on the red-clothed ghost king, and the sword smashed towards the red-clothed ghost king violently and lightly. The red-clothed ghost king had no sword, so he could only condense his qi sword to fight against it. The condensed air sword is only enough to confront Xun Sheng once, and the red-clothed ghost king condensed hundreds of qi swords at one time is not enough to fight.

After being stabbed by Shen Qinghan more than a dozen times on his body, the red-clothed ghost king retreated dozens of steps, closed his palms, and then turned down in the direction of his fingertips, his ten fingers were opposite, making room for a space, and a few traces of blood appeared in his palms, and he was heard shouting, "Get up"

More than a dozen wandering corpses broke out of the ground and staggered to stand. The red-clothed ghost king didn't know what he was thinking, and when those wandering corpses heard it, they instantly raised their lowered heads, and rushed towards Shen Qinghan with rapid movements.

Shen Qinghan frowned slightly, but his hands never relaxed. Swim swiftly in search of life, and stab the head of the frenzied wandering corpse with a sword. Dozens of wandering corpses surrounded him at the same time, Shen Qinghan's eyebrows were cold, the tip of the sword was plunged straight into the ground, and a circle was drawn around the sword in his hand, and the mystic talisman in the circle loomed.

With one hand, he pressed the drawn talisman on the hilt of the sword, and the hilt of the sword was pulled up, and the tip of the sword was pulled out into a golden hemispherical circle from top to bottom. Shen Qinghan quickly flew upward, and the hemispherical circle pulled out from the tip of the sword grew larger and larger, until all the wandering corpses were enveloped inside.

Shen Qinghan slammed his heart, his fingertips were stained with a touch of blood, and after reading it, the blood on his fingertips instantly turned into red flames. The red flame of his fingertips quickly moved to the hilt of the sword, and his hands pressed down with both hands, and the golden hemispherical circle was instantly dyed with red flames.

The wandering corpses in the circle moved violently, letting out a wail similar to a person's scream. When the fire was gone, all the wandering corpses were reduced to ashes.

Shen Qinghan raised his eyes and scanned, where was the figure of the red-clothed ghost king.

Shen Qinghan panicked in his heart: Little princess, he won't go to the little princess first, right?! She set up an enchantment for Nangong Wan, the red-clothed ghost king can't enter, but ordinary people can. If it is forcibly taken out, that person's mind will be damaged, and at least they will forget the past, or at worst, they will confuse people and soul and go astray, hoping that no one will destroy the barrier.

Shen Qinghan hurried to the place where Nangong Wan was staying just now, and the wind in his ears was about to cut through his skin.

When Shen Qinghan came, his heart was cold. Where is that little figure, only the empty and cold air. Shen Qinghan searched for hundreds of miles in a radius like crazy, but he didn't find Nangong Wan's figure.

Shen Qinghan returned to the same place, sat down on the ground dejectedly, looked at the sky in despair, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry for you"

"Little Princess......

"Little Evening Late ......"

"Master...... It didn't work."

"Master...... Didn't protect your well-being."

“......”

Shen Qinghan staggered to his feet, picked up Xunsheng, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to the wind, "Tonight, I will kill all the corpses and avenge you, okay?"

The tip of the life-seeking sword turned and stabbed at Shen Qinghan's heart, and the blood flowed down the sword body to the ground, accumulating a large pool. Shen Qinghan whispered a mantra, and his slightly trembling fingertips lightly scratched the blood.

With that blood as the center, it instantly exploded into flames in all directions, and the blood-red fire spread rapidly to all sides with an unstoppable momentum. The speed of a hundred miles in an instant, but in half an hour, half of Nanyu's rivers and mountains were dyed with this scorching red.

Thousands of corpses ran in terror and howled in the fire, as if they had been burned to pain.

The fire burned until all the corpses were reduced to ashes.

The Dream Tower on Luo Zhen Daze shook and fell down with a bang, with the last sigh of the century-old country, and became a ruin in the flames.

The Dream Tower is the tallest building in Nanyu Jinghua, and the lights are dim at night, which can light up half of the night.

In a small town on the border of neighboring Beiyang, in a deserted inn, in a simple room, there were two people, one large and one small.