Just as the boy passed out, and the man fought with the waning moon, the ice and snow on the girl's body had begun to melt quietly.

As the requiem's singing continued to melodious, the fluctuations from the spirit tower became more and more smooth, her figure became soft, and her curled body began to stretch. Her face began to glow with blood, her body became hot and trembled imperceptibly.

In the rising frequency, the mark of a red flower flashed on her forehead. With a soft sound of "porphyry", the girl's body suddenly lightened, and a white soul fire had come out of the other side flower.

"Huh-" Seeing this quietly appearing soul, the man sighed lightly and stopped: "Messenger of Fate?" He seemed to be very surprised and a little jealous, and after careful observation, he asked softly with a puzzled face, "Phantom Spirit!?"

The soul fire seemed to understand the man's question, and trembled slightly, which was regarded as a response. It seemed to be trying to figure out its situation, and shook in some confusion.

She was a little annoyed by the singing of the requiems in the great array, and the screams of the other souls in the room made her a little restless. She found that her body was rapidly shrinking and dissipating, and she couldn't help but let out a silent hiss.

Suddenly, it quieted down and spotted the teenager. It flew up to the boy, looked at the man, and touched the boy again. First it was curling, then it was spinning quietly, and it was just lingering around him.

"Why, are you sure you want to do this!?" the man seemed surprised by this, and asked, "But, you have to think about it, this young man is not a spiritual cultivator!"

When the soul fire heard what the man said, it seemed to be asking, as if it was talking to itself, and it was more like it was crying.

"Alas—" The man sighed lightly, pondered for a moment, and replied to the soul fire, "since you insist on this, let me think about it and see if there is any way!"

Hearing this, the soul fire began to jump non-stop, as if to make the man think of a way. But at this moment, the black qi in the requiem field surged, and its existence had been discovered. As if they had discovered something delicious, the black gas flew towards it with a silent scream.

"Oops!" the man's face sank, ready to help. But he didn't expect these black movements to be so fast, and before he could react, they had already bypassed the spiritual light he spilled and entangled the soul.

First it was in the slightest, and then it was completely wrapped, until the soul was completely trapped. He wanted to make a move, but he was worried about hurting the soul. I hesitated for a while, not knowing how to start.

However, to his surprise, the soul fire wrapped in black qi actually began to vibrate violently again after the initial panic. It was completely unafraid of the soul-devouring black qi, and as it continued to confront the black qi, it vibrated faster and faster. The black gas began to tumble and scream, like boiling hot water, steaming and dissipating in all directions.

Finally, in a silent scream, the soul fire burst out of its shell—

It shook its spirit in the air, and seemed to be very angry at these black qi that dared to invade it!

These black qi that had been invincible in this requiem finally met the opponent, they obviously suffered a big loss just now, and knowing how powerful it was, they all retreated.

It's just that they really can't bear such a delicacy, and retreat into the valley, so they have to form a circle and surround it. Not daring to approach, but reluctant to leave, he had to keep his distance and keep moving with the ghost.

"Well, I didn't expect it...... This stupid boy is blessed!" Seeing this, the man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It's not good to stay here for a long time, come with me! When we get to a safe place, we'll find a way!"

When the ghost heard the man's praise, his face turned pale, and he began to cry out for joy again. It no longer cared about the black qi that did not dare to make a mistake, held its head high, and jumped all the way along the path he had opened, walking towards the outside of the formation.

It's just that I didn't expect that at this moment, the waning moon in the sky shook and finally discovered its existence. It let out a cheerful scream, and the boundless black qi in the entire requiem field seemed to hear Wushang's command, and began to abandon the other souls, all surging towards it.

Even the black qi that had been cruising around it suddenly summoned up its courage and rushed towards it frantically—

"Oops! Listen to my commands!" the man held the boy in one hand, and constantly waved a white aura in the other, and hurriedly said to it, "We are ready to rush out!"

However, he found that no matter how fast he waved, it was difficult to protect it. From time to time, some fish will slip through the net and rush to its side. The phantom didn't care about this, and was a little bored to shake away the entangled black qi, and at the same time found the waning moon hanging in the air.

It looked furious, and its body began to tremble violently again!

Suddenly, it actually broke out of his protective circle, standing proudly in the boundless black air, glaring angrily at the black waning moon!!

"Be careful!!" The man was obviously stunned by the little ghost's actions, and had no time to make effective protection, only to watch it be overwhelmed by the black gas again.

But the wraith was unafraid of it, and its tremors grew faster and faster, even to the point that even his eyes could not distinguish them. After a slight pause in the darkness, it turned into a meteor, piercing through the boundless black qi and slamming into the waning moon!!

"Don't—" He gasped.

He knew how powerful this waning moon was, although it should only be just a doppelganger projection, and the spirit hunter who controlled it behind it was obviously not powerful, but this was only for a living person like him. Not to mention its legendary terrifying reputation, but its natural coercion on the soul and all kinds of fierce spirits is enough for this ghost!!

When—

A shuddering muffled sound exploded silently—

The smoke cleared, the clouds broke through, and the man's face showed an incredible look—for he was shocked to find that the ghost was still alive!

In mid-air, it just shook its head slightly, looking a little dizzy, but showing no signs of injury. And the remnant menstrual period hit this collision, and the body size was doubled!

"This ...... Is it really just a ghost!?" Looking at the vision of the black clouds rolling and the soul roaring, the man felt thrilled and his heart moved!!

After a period of trimming, the waning moon finally stabilized. It seemed that only then did it begin to look squarely at the small opponent in front of it. It watched intently, and in a fit of rage, a boundless black gas surged up again, confronting the angry soul.

When- When-

There were several loud and silent explosions! Each impact rolled up boundless black gas. With each impact, the waning moon doubled in size.

He found that the color of the soul changed from white to purple and finally to red. And the inky black fog caused by the waning moon slowly thinned, and even became a transparent color until it slowly dissipated......

It was only at this time that those spirit practitioners who had been absent-mindedly on the top of the Spirit Pagoda noticed something unusual! They found that a powerful and incomparable force suddenly appeared in this requiem array, and it was rampage.

Their chanting voices became higher and higher-pitched, the spiritual light on the spiritual pagoda became brighter and brighter, and the consumption rate of spiritual power in their spiritual sea became more and more terrifying. However, they found that no matter how hard they tried, this increasingly amazing power seemed to be like an endless void, and their little aura could not be filled at all!!

Porphylla –

Several spirit refiners who were presiding over the ritual couldn't hold it anymore, and almost simultaneously spurted out a mouthful of blood. One of them even burst into the sea of spirits on the spot, and his body was killed.

With the death of that spirit refiner, several spiritual pagodas with flowing spiritual light finally couldn't support it and dimmed. The spiritual lamp floating in the air also began to crumble, and finally collapsed with a bang—

The entire Requiem Array suddenly collapsed, and the blood-colored waning moon became larger and larger, and its color became lighter and lighter, and finally let out an unwilling roar, which suddenly exploded and disappeared.

When the dust settled, the madly trembling soul returned to the young man. The continuous impact of Shicai apparently weakened it as well, and it began to spin around the boy's corpse again.

"Alas—is all this a blessing or a curse!?" the man looked at the strange and fierce ghost, and then at the young man in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Let's go, the garrison warriors will soon arrive-"

But just before the man's words fell, the word "Xun" was pointed to the ground by him, and one of them had already woken up!

He looked at the vision in the field and saw that the spiritual pagoda was collapsing, and his eyes couldn't help but redden. Seeing that the man was still in this big array, he casually picked up a remnant knife, summoned the last bit of spiritual power on his body, and threw it towards the man like a meteor!!

"Oops—" The man exclaimed, when he realized that something was wrong, and it was too late to swell up spiritual power to protect himself!

Almost subconsciously, he raised his left hand, wanting to intercept the flying long knife. Unexpectedly, with a clatter, the remnant knife suddenly changed lanes and was already nailed to the young man's head.

The phantom also noticed that something was wrong, and it tried to stop the remnant knife, but although its soul form could deal with the waning moon, it could not do anything about the remnant knife. He could only look at the man, and then at the young man, and in the continuous rapid rotation, he let out a silent mournful cry.

"I'm sorry!" Looking at the remnant knife that had not entered the young man's head, and then at the phantom that made him tremble a little, the man looked apologetic: "I was shocked by you just now, and I didn't have time to help, and I hurt this young man!"

The soul fire kept screaming, but at this moment, as if she had discovered something, she hovered again. It squeaked at the man, as if discussing something.

"That's a solution!" the man also looked pensive, and finally nodded, "It's just—"

Seeing the man nodding, the phantom spirit no longer hesitated, and finally stabbed violently, carrying countless black qi and rushing into the young man's brain.

The remnant knife suddenly fell, and the young man's soul that had quietly escaped quietly sank into the tumbling torn book on the ground.