"Ah......h

The mournful voice echoed in the sky for a long time.

A rain was falling.

The people around the Deserted City Lord's Mansion have gone through a purgatory.

Aftermath.

Some are in pain, some are screaming, some are running away.

Jiang Han stood in place.

A dazed face.

This disaster came and went suddenly.

After wandering around the Ghost Gate, Jiang Han didn't know whether his back was soaked in rain or sweat.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Let the rain tick on your face.

The air was filled with blood.

The scene was unusually chaotic.

Eno Wataru, who was still standing upright just now, sat paralyzed on the ground at this time, staring at the black oppressive clouds, dumbfounded.

Jiang Han subconsciously checked his body.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and he suddenly found that this blood raindrop fell on him, and the rain contained strange and terrifying power, which was being sucked away little by little by the magic lamp in his body.

Jiang Han looked at the chaotic environment.

The mind moves.

This power between heaven and earth is constantly being sucked away.

What is different from usual is that this time the origin that entered the magic lamp was not the soul value, but directly turned into the nether point!

1 drop.

2 drops.

3 drops.

......

The rain stopped inexplicably.

Jiang Han was a little unsatisfied.

Look up.

The rain didn't stop.

It was the girl Xiaohong standing behind him, silently holding an umbrella for him.

"Young Master. ”

The two buns were covered with raindrops, and the rain fell down the ends of the hair and down the eyelashes.

Jiang Han was a little distressed.

He got up and said, "Let's go home." ”

"Hmm. ”

Jiang Yedu also finished breathing, he looked at Mu Gao, the city lord who was seriously injured, and said to Jiang Han: "You go back first, it's not safe in the deserted city, I'll go see the city lord Mu." ”

Jiang Han looked at the city lord Mu Gao, who was depressed and his shawl was scattered: "Father, you should also be careful." ”

On the way back to Huanggu Village, Jiang Han found that a large number of city residents were scattered and escaped, and the road was very chaotic, and the usually quiet Huanggu Village became extremely chaotic.

When Jiang Han's mother heard what happened in the deserted city, she was so frightened that her face was bloodless, and she was busy going to the Confucius Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha and pray for peace.

Jiang Han returned to the room, locked himself up, and buried his head in the water.

Let yourself calm down as quickly as possible, and all kinds of questions and doubts are hovering in your mind:

Who is that self-proclaimed god?

In the hearts of the warriors of the deserted city, the masters of heaven and man were easily obliterated, what are the nine sects?

What shocked Jiang Han the most was that sword came from the west.

A sword to scare!

Slash God with a sword.

What is a master.

That's it.

And Jiang Han carefully recalled it and found that sword.

It gave him a sense of familiarity.

It's just that why it's familiar, Jiang Han can't remember it for a while.

"There are no celestial beings in the land of God's forsaken, there are no rumors of gods, it may be false, and there are real masters living in seclusion here. ”

Jiang Han muttered to himself, and then began to examine the magic lamp in his body.

Although in the deserted city, he used the forbidden technique and consumed all the true yuan in his body, but at this time, his true yuan was inexplicably replenished.

What made him most happy and amazed was that after the self-proclaimed god was slashed, his essence and blood soul were turned into wraith points in the rain.

"It's my preconceived idea that the magic lamp can only absorb ghosts as the origin, if I guess correctly, the celestials and gods who cultivate the divine soul can also be absorbed by the magic lamp after being killed, and the effect is no worse than absorbing the ghost. Jiang Han once again made an inference, "In other words, the condition for me to be able to use Wraith Points is to condense the Divine Soul. ”

"Build a foundation and become a celestial!"

Jiang Han secretly made up his mind.

Today's thing.

In addition to the shock.

Jiang recognized himself.

Weak.

It's too weak!

The girl Xiaohong knocked on the door: "Young master, I got you hot water, take a bath and change clothes." ”

The door opened, Xiaohong changed into simple clothes, and came in with a large bucket of hot water.

But after experiencing life and death again, Jiang Han felt that this girl was really good to herself.

"Young Master, what are you looking at?"

Xiaohong skillfully found a set of clothes for Jiang Han in the closet, and turned around to find Jiang Han looking at her.

She immediately blushed, lowered her head, and clasped her two fingers together in a knot, a little at a loss.

Jiang Han walked over and scratched her nose: "Silly girl, next time you encounter danger, you have to hide far away." ”

"Oh. ”

Xiaohong came to untie Jiang Han's belt.

Jiang Han took her hand.

The girl hurriedly pulled back.

Jiang Han felt a little funny, don't look at this girl's usual appearance of a little nymphomaniac, but in reality, he, the young master, is simply distracted by his heart and kidneys.

Rubbing his back is already the limit.

"I'll do it myself. ”

Jiang Han soaked in hot water, recalled the scene where Xiaohong appeared beside him without hesitation, and smiled silently.

Behind him, the girl was rubbing his back and tickling.

Jiang Han looked back at the girl who was serving him from a special angle, and sighed: "What Zhao Wan'er said may be right, hey, Xiaohong, your chin is quite good-looking." ”

The deserted city was destroyed, and only one of the Nine Sect Envoys was left alive by the Xuantian Sect's Dixuan Lao Dao, not only that, but because Dixuan ordered the martial artists above the Washing Pulp Realm to gather at the City Lord's Mansion, in the face of the sudden disaster, most of these young martial artists who were called geniuses on weekdays were killed and injured, and only a few survived.

In this way, the entire deserted city, the class of warriors, once again appeared a fault.

When such a thing happened, Dixuan Lao Dao issued a request for help to the sect.

That night, more than a dozen masters from the Nine Great Sects were stationed in the deserted city.

Late at night, Jiang Han didn't feel sleepy.

He cultivated for a while, and his thoughts were a little restless, so he stopped cultivating and walked alone in the ancient village.

"I always feel that this matter is full of strangeness, the guy who claims to be a god has too much information hidden in his words, and with his cultivation, Mo said that destroying the City Lord's Mansion, or even slaughtering the entire deserted city by one person, should be able to do it easily, but he bombarded the City Lord's Mansion, it is better to destroy it directly with some purpose, and the intention is obvious. ”

"What exactly?"

"Don't want the Nine Sects to select disciples?"

"There is no reason, the so-called warriors, in front of the gods, are like ants, people will only inadvertently step on the ants, and will never deliberately step on them. ”

"Unless he angers God. ”

"What could it be?"

Jiang Han was full of doubts in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly heard movement outside the entrance of the village.

Walk to the entrance of the village.

Qu Ying, who only saw an ugly face, had broken an arm at this time, and was constantly walking towards the village, and behind him, several soul kings were chasing him!

"Captain Qu?"

Jiang Han's figure flashed, appeared beside him, pinched it casually, pinched out a seal, and ran towards the Soul King.

"Be careful, it's the Soul King!"

Qu Ying's voice just fell.

And I heard a terrible voice.

He looked back.

I saw a few soul kings, sealed by Jiang Han in a rune paper.

He was dumbfounded.

Then weakly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Han took Qu Ying back to the village, stopped the bleeding and bandaged him, fed him a mouthful of ginseng soup to continue his life, and finally picked up a life, but Qu Ying's hair was gray, his spirit was no longer there, and the whole person became thin and thin, and only one breath was left.

Jiang Han waited for Qu Ying to feel a little better before asking, "Captain Qu, what happened?"