"If you don't hand over the inheritance of Emperor Wu, your life will not be guaranteed tonight!"

The Ghostface was clearly furious, and his attack accelerated even more.

He no longer used any combat techniques, but just punched again and again, forcing Qingji to parry.

Celebrate the storm. Every time I received a punch from the other party, my body clicked, and my whole body was about to fall apart at any time.

In the face of absolute disparity, no trick move will come in handy.

At this moment, the sea of his soul suddenly churned. The golden lamp of the divine light rose into the sky, and the light and flames were repeated, emitting endless light.

Every time this light shines, there is an invisible terrifying force that wants to spread out.

"Not good!"

After Qingji learned the "Divine Illumination Sutra", he only knew how to condense the golden lamp, but he did not know how to use the power in the golden lamp.

At this moment, he was in danger, and the divine golden lamp in the sea of souls seemed to have sensed something.

Look at this, he actually wants to exude the power in his own light flames, penetrate his body, and help him defeat the enemy.

Qingji was taken aback.

He could clearly feel that the power of the golden flame was too powerful.

If you let it rush out of the sea of your soul. If you don't hurt the enemy at all, you have to be the first to blast your head.

Now, if he had the Spirit Transformation Divine Sword in his hand during the battle against the Yin Demon General that day, he might really be able to use it to trigger the golden lamp and shatter the ghost-faced people in this underworld into slag in one fell swoop.

However, the Spirit Transformation Divine Sword has been left in the Qing family as the treasure of the Zhen clan, and now it is far away and does not save the thirst, so there is nothing to help.

Celebrate internal and external troubles, and complain of bitterness. But the ghost-faced man punched harder, and there was no mercy at all.

Porphy!

Qingji finally couldn't parry the fierce strength of the other party's furious sea. was shocked and spurted blood, and flew straight out.

Ghostface is in pursuit. At this moment, only a series of coughing sounds were heard.

The voice sounded decrepit, old, and an old man.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

"Old, old...... When this Xiangyun Peak came before, it didn't take much effort. It's really useless now......"

The old man's voice came from far and near, mingling with the rustle of fallen leaves, indicating that the man was hobbling towards him.

"Huh?"

The Ghostface Man is arrogant and vicious, and he is about to take Qingji seriously.

But at this time, Huo Di stopped, and stared in the direction where the sound came from. In the depths of his eyes, there was a faint hint of embarrassment and nervousness.

"The voice? It's Tianxiao Wuxuan! ”

Qing Ji staggered and stood still. Hearing this voice, his heart also jumped violently.

"Hey...... Thinking about the old age, he was also a heroic young man, and how many girls chased after him.

It's a pity that since he became the 'Great Heavenly Basket' of the Holy Clan of this Laoshizi, his luck has declined greatly. Grandma is not close, and uncle is not loved. People hate it, like avoiding insects and scorpions.

It's easy to talk about a family matter, but unexpectedly, a good girl died before she passed the door.

Hey, this is called a red face and a thin life, and the grass turns to ashes. I also believe that the beauty will eventually become the soil, and the dream is too hurried......"

The night breeze stirred the mountains and trees, adding to the bleak sentimentality in the sound.

After a pause, the voice added:

"It's ridiculous that the world doesn't know how easy it is to end the good days, and the dead are like this. In the middle of the night, there was a scramble, a fight, a killing.

In the end, it was just a blink of an eye, and it was in vain. The world is a big dream, and life is cool several times. Why bother...... Why bother......"

The voice chattered all the way, and the footsteps kicked and kicked.

Finally, Qingji saw a white flower's head, looming from the halfway point of the mountain, and it was about to climb the peak.

"Humph! You're in luck! ”

Seeing this, the ghost-faced man glared at Qing Ji fiercely, and then his figure flashed. When it reappeared, it was already more than ten feet away.

The majestic body tore through the airflow, pulling out one afterimage after another, and slashed away.

In a few moments, they disappeared into the depths of the forest. The speed of his body is several times faster than when he came.

"Gone?"

The ghost-faced man retreated so easily, which was quite unexpected.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ran the "Divine Illumination Sutra", doing his best to calm the movement of the golden lamp in the sea of souls.

"The dream has been broken for forty years, and Yunfeng Liu Lao does not blow cotton. I am walking as a mountain soil, and I still have a trace of it.

Yun'er, Yun'er, Brother Xuan has come to see you...... Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

The aging figure trembled and climbed to the peak. He probably fell and fell down, and his front placket and sleeves were covered in dust.

"Boy Qingji, I've seen Lord Tianxiao!"

Qingji had already heard from his voice who the person was. At this moment, seeing that the most mysterious Great Tianzheng of the Spirit Rain Department had finally climbed to the peak, he couldn't help but hurriedly clasp his fists and salute.

It was the first time for the two sides to meet at such close range, and Qing Ji suddenly clearly sensed that there was an extremely powerful energy fluctuation hidden in the other party's soul sea with the golden flame in the soul sea.

Although it is far less magnificent than his own divine light, it is also as deep as a pond and abyss, which is not trivial.

In the face of this seemingly rotten Lingyu Datianzheng who seemed to be dying at any time, Qingji no longer dared to underestimate him.

You must know that you and the Ghostface have gone through a fierce chase before they came to this peak.

And Tianxiao Wuxuan, a dying old man, can actually follow him quietly. and appeared at a critical moment to scare away the ghost-faced man. This kind of means is not even the so-called martial arts powerhouse.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

As if he hadn't seen him, Wu Xuan continued to walk to the left.

Coming to the back of a cold forest dozens of feet away, he brushed away the unkempt and withered grass in front of him, revealing a slightly raised mound.

Graves!

Qingji saw it clearly. It turned out that this small mountain where he fought fiercely with the ghost-faced man was actually the burial place of others.

And listening to Wu Xuan's words just now, it is no coincidence that what is buried in this tomb is actually his wife who has not passed through the door.

"Yun'er, Brother Xuan has come to see you again. I haven't seen you for a few years, but are you okay? I think that at the beginning, the two of us were about to get married. Who would have thought that creation would make people, and creation would make people...... Woohoo, woowoo......"

Wu Xuan was out of breath and whispered to the tomb for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears.

Qingji watched from the sidelines, and was at a loss for words.

I had occasionally met this old man in my tribe before, and I always saw him sitting there with his eyes closed, like a piece of dead wood, silent.

But who would have thought that at his age, he would still hide such a deep love between men and women.

"Life is like a dream, life is like a dream. I also believe that the beauty will eventually become soil, and the dream is too hurried, and the dream is too hurried......"

Wu Xuan cried for a long time, brushing the tears from his cheeks with his sleeve. Only then did he turn around, step by step, and walked over with great difficulty.

"Lord Tianzhen, thank you for saving the old man, the kid is polite."

Qingji slammed to the ground.

How could he not understand that the other party appeared here in the middle of the night, and it was just a coincidence that he was hanging for the deceased.

(End of chapter)