A catastrophe that was about to befall was snuffed out in the blink of an eye.

The four corpses that have become the climate of the evil corpses, even if the old Taoist priest thinks that his cultivation has reached at least eighty percent of the fire of the master back then, he doesn't dare to say that he can easily escape from the hands of the four evil corpses-

Not to mention how easy it is to kill them, and so fast.

But all this, Song Qingxiao did it effortlessly.

The sound of prostrations and bowing was endless.

Aunt Wu and the others had obviously regarded Song Qingxiao, who summoned the ice dragon, as a living immortal who had descended into the world, but the old Taoist priest could see that what she summoned was not a real dragon.

But such techniques and secrets are already beyond the reach of the old Taoist.

The Taoist techniques of the Yunhu Mountain lineage are mainly divination, observation, exorcism, and ghost hunting, and the secret techniques performed by Song Qingxiao are not from the inheritance of the Yunhu Mountain lineage.

The little apprentice in the impression of the old Taoist priest has not much talent in Taoism, and he is still not as good as the two senior brothers, and he has not even entered the door of cultivation.

But at this time, where did these secret techniques that did not belong to Yunhu Mountain come from?

The old Taoist priest's expression was stunned, his eyes fell on Song Qingxiao's body, and he did not speak.

Song Changqing was still afraid, but he still instinctively cared about his junior sister, and turned his head tremblingly:

"You're alright—" Before the last word 'bar' could be uttered, his pupils constricted, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to blurt out something.

But under the extreme horror, he lost his voice in an instant, and it was difficult for him to speak.

At this moment, the corpse of Mrs. Shen, who had already been blown out of her head by Song Qingxiao, moved.

At the broken neck, two slender tentacles as thick as fingers suddenly drilled out, like two dark green meat whips, silently pumping towards Song Qingxiao's vest.

At the same time, the black qi in Mrs. Shen's neck surged, and she instantly turned into a hideous black skull ghost head, and the corners of her mouth opened.

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire, without warning.

The people in the boat were kowtowing, and the old Taoist priest didn't know what he was thinking, he was already out of his mind.

And Song Qingxiao turned his back to Mrs. Shen's body, as if he didn't notice the change behind him at all.

Only Song Changqing saw it, but he didn't have time to do anything at all.

His eyes widened, and a look of horror was in his eyes—

And the next moment, I saw Song Qingxiao's palm spread, and a small green lantern appeared in her palm.

He didn't even notice how the light appeared.

The lamp is about the size of a palm, resembling a cyan lotus, with several petals on the lamp body and a little violet fireworks inside.

Song Qingxiao didn't care that the two intersecting tentacles behind her had almost touched her waist, firmly cutting her thin waist.

"Little-" Song Changqing was so shocked that he shouted loudly: "-Senior sister-"

Before the words fell, I saw Song Qing's little finger gently touch the green lotus lamp, grasping the purple fire in the fingertips.

Immediately after, a purple lotus bloomed on her waist.

Flames flickered around the light lotus, and wherever the flames went, the tentacles that were twisted up shook heavily, and it was too late to try to shrink back.

In the flickering light of the fire, the flame lotus appeared at the severed neck of the corpse.

In the flickering light of the fire, the eyes of the newly formed black skeletal ghost head showed a look of horror.

The violet flames devoured it in an instant, along with the yin qi, and the corpse's body shriveled down, and the firelight burned the stench, evil qi, and resentment together.

The two entangled slender tentacles lost the support of the resentful aura, and the source was destroyed, and finally withered away, like a burnt gray ash, 'snapping' and falling.

The embers were scattered between the bumps of the river loaded inside the ship, and soon disappeared.

The purple light lotus turned into a flame again, and it soared up with a 'whoosh', and fell steadily back into the green light.

"-Quick-hide-"

Before Song Changqing's words were finished, he saw that Song Qing's small crisis had been resolved.

He was dumbfounded, looking at this magical scene in shock, looking at Song Qingxiao's eyes with unbelievable horror.

Song Qingxiao ignored him, but put away the chaos green lantern, and then turned around.

Mrs. Shen's headless corpse was still at her feet, and after losing her resentment, her corpse was no longer in trouble.

However, she died at the hands of a sinister ghost, and the corpse contained a fierce corpse poison, and after not suppressing the resentment, it emitted an extremely pungent stench.

Song Qingxiao didn't look at this corpse, but looked down at the river as if sensing something, only to see that between the black qi surging on the river, a familiar face full of resentment slowly emerged from the dead Mrs. Shen:

"You can't escape!"

She maintained the posture of hugging her legs when everyone saw her for the last time, and she was still holding her satin handkerchief in her hand, and her eyes were full of unwillingness:

"You can't escape."

As soon as Mrs. Shen's resentful soul finished speaking, Song Qingxiao ignored her, but stretched out her foot and kicked it, and Mrs. Shen's headless body was lightly kicked out of the boat by her, and fell into the river with a 'poof'.

The hairy headless corpse broke the black qi in the river, quickly stirring up Mrs. Shen's resentful spirit shadow, and soon her remnant soul was swallowed by the black qi at the bottom of the river.

As her body fell, she disappeared without a trace.

After doing all this, Song Qingxiao turned his head.

“……”

After the people who kowtowed saw Song Qingxiao throw the corpse, they showed a look of relief and fear.

Song Qingxiao didn't speak, and this group of people didn't dare to speak easily.

They dared to make demands on the old Taoist priest because the old Taoist priest was disgusting and kind, and he was a good person at first glance.

And whether Song Qingxiao smashed Mrs. Shen's head with rough force, or cleanly solved the three mutated corpses in the back and showed extraordinary strength, it made these ordinary people have an extreme sense of fear of her.

She stood there, obviously killing Mrs. Shen's family, but she didn't seem to have touched the slightest bit of blood, as if she had transcended the mundane and seemed out of place with everyone.

"Little junior sister—"

Song Changqing took a step forward and shouted at her timidly, wanting to tentatively reach out to pull her, but it seemed to surrender to her coldness at this time, and he didn't dare to offend any more.

"You sit with the master."

Song Qingxiao's chin was a little and he pointed to where the old Taoist priest was.

Even if she didn't say this to others, but at this time, in everyone's ears, everyone still automatically obeyed her orders.

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Aunt Wu held her little grandson in her arms, and moved in the direction of the old Taoist priest with her husband and children.

"We're all here to take care of the old Daoist!"

"Fairy rest assured."

"We can all take care of the old Taoist."

The old Taoist priest sat on the opposite side of Song Qingxiao, everyone was in a hurry to behave, and climbed in the direction of the old Taoist priest, but they forgot whether everyone's behavior would make the hull tilt seriously.

Song Changqing was also taken aback by everyone's actions, and began to be a little anxious, but he soon found that no matter how everyone climbed, the boat was extremely stable.

Everyone's anxious running did not make the hull shake, as if after Song Qingxiao firmly occupied one direction, no matter how the people on the other side jumped, they couldn't shake her strength.

"Little junior sister." Song Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes fell on Song Qingxiao's body again.

His eyes were deep, and when he heard that Song Qingxiao was still calling the old Taoist priest 'master', his tense expression relaxed.

"As long as you say it," said his honest face, a look of determination, and his lips moved:

"Senior brother will definitely do it."

From the time Song Qingxiao made a move, Song Changqing seemed to have realized something, but for some reason, he didn't ask.

It's just that after saying this, he took two steps in the direction of the old Taoist priest and stopped:

"Senior brother may not be able to help much, but, but my master and I are behind you, if there is a need for us, as long as you shout, we will appear."

Song Qingxiao's cold gaze moved slightly after hearing his words.

Her gaze fell on Song Changqing's back, slowly becoming soft, but only in an instant, this slight change was immediately hidden.

Song Changqing walked to the side of the old Taoist, and the others squeezed out of a position with interest, allowing him to squat down.

Seeing that the master and apprentice were seated, Song Qingxiao's wrist waved.

I saw several starlight escaping from her body, turning into clusters of starlight, surrounding her body.

With a flick of Song Qingxiao's sleeves, several clusters of starlight shot out in the direction of the old Taoist priest and the others, surrounding Song Changqing's master and apprentice, Aunt Wu and the others.

"This, this is the stars?"

Where have you ever seen such a thing, you all feel amazing, seeing these stars around you, they are both fresh and excited, and the fear of Mrs. Shen's family being victimized by the Yin Ghost and turning into a corpse and killing people is suppressed.

The old Taoist priest had far more insight than these people, and he sensed the extraordinary power in these stars, which was far from comparable to his own, and he knew what was powerful.

Seeing that Song Changqing wanted to stretch out his hand out of curiosity, he couldn't help but warn:

"Don't touch it!"

"Master, what is this?"

After hearing the master's words, Song Changqing honestly took his hand back, but rolled his eyes.

There were seven stars in total, each about the size of a bowl, and they converged into a circle of extremely large halos, surrounding all the living people on the ship, including the two masters and apprentices.

"It must be some kind of supernatural power." The old Taoist priest's expression was serious, "You sit down honestly and listen to your little junior sister!" ”

When he mentioned the word 'little junior sister', he pronounced the words a lot heavier.

Song Qing said:

"Something is coming, you sit inside, don't come out."

As soon as she said this, everyone immediately guessed that this thing must be some kind of protective cover.

"I think it's the kind of circle drawn by Sun Monkey in the play, which is dedicated to monsters and evil things." Wu Baoshan's face was full of awe, and after saying this, everyone else nodded one after another.

Song Qingxiao neither nodded nor denied it, but she didn't speak, in everyone's opinion, even if Wu Baoshan was not completely right, it was not much worse.

With this protective cover, Aunt Wu and the others showed a look of relief.

This star is extraordinary at first glance, plus the scene that even the old Taoist priest couldn't cope with before, but it was solved by Song Qing in a few minutes, which shows that her magical powers are not under the old Taoist.

After everyone was relieved, they were all glad that they had just heard her words and squeezed over, otherwise they would be surrounded outside the stars at this time.

Everyone was secretly glad that only the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing turned their heads to look at each other after hearing her words, and their faces showed surprise and worry:

"Something else coming?"

They didn't sense the change in yin qi, but Song Qingxiao's words were obviously not tricked into telling them.

Song Changqing moved his legs:

"Since there is still something to come, why don't you come in too, let's squeeze it."

As soon as the others heard this, they also squeezed into the middle, persuading Song Qingxiao:

"That's right, the fairies might as well squeeze into this circle together and hide for the time being."

After the safety was temporarily guaranteed, everyone's mood calmed down a lot, they were no longer as irritable and irritable as before, and they regained their sanity and good hearts, and they all huddled together, and after a while, a large open space was vacated.

"No, you don't." Song Qingxiao shook his head, then turned around to face the vast river, and a soft voice came into everyone's ears:

"Here we are."

"Coming?" When the old man in the car heard this, he was stunned:

"What's coming?"

Everyone craned their necks to look in the direction she was looking, but they saw that the depths of the river were covered with fog, and the field of vision was pitch black, and after watching for a long time, there was nothing at all.

But Song Qingxiao didn't speak, and everyone didn't dare to ask again, and after saying a few words, seeing that she didn't make a sound, they all stopped talking one after another.

Song Qingxiao stood on the side of the ship, the hull of the boat was windless and automatic, blowing her hair like a ribbon, and the light yarn of the dress swayed.

'Tick! ’

'Tick! ’

At this moment, the crisp sound of a dark spring dripping into the pool sounded.

Everyone held their breath, and there was no one else on the boat.

After Mrs. Shen's family of four had an accident, the boat was very stable, and the river water never hit the hull again, where did this water sound come from?

"Corpses!"

The old Taoist priest quickly discovered the mystery and reached out to Song Qingxiao's side and pointed at it.

The direction of his finger was the man who had been bitten in the face of the mouth of Mrs. Shen, who had died very unfortunate before, and half of his body was hanging upside down on the side of the ship.

Head-down, the blood from the wound dripped all the way down into the river.

Everyone reacted, but before Song Changqing could speak, then everyone heard a faint sound of a woman humming from a distance.

Judging from the voice, the humming person is not very old, and he can't hear any tunes humming, as if he just hummed a few words at random.

If you usually listen to it, there are few people who want to praise this voice is light and moving.

But at this time, everyone was on the boat, the river was full of fog, the surrounding vision was vast, and there was no half of a figure in sight, where did this woman who hummed a song come from?

Everyone felt chills in their hearts, and it wasn't until this moment that they realized what Song Qingxiao meant by 'coming'.