Ning Mengzhen heard his father tell some ghost stories when he was a child.

The protagonist of each story is a righteous scholar, and she doesn't know why her father hates scholars so much.

The scholar is curious to explore what he should not be warned of untouchable.

Then he was cursed by the goblins.

And then a lot of efforts were made.

However, no matter how hard you try, even if you invite the masters of the rivers and lakes, even monks and Taoists, you can't hurt those ghosts at all.

And then anyone who goes to explore will die with a very uneasy death.

She thought it was fake.

But now the strange burning corpse in front of me, the eyes that are full of evil, but they don't turn, the charred body...

All prove that he has become the protagonist of the ghost story.

Well.

I must be the protagonist, so the Holy Son is a supporting role?

Is he the kind of self-conscious master in the story, but does he fight the ghosts?

"Holy Son, run away, hurry... Run!"

Although Xiao Luding was scared, he couldn't help but remind him.

The miserable white mourning clothes hanging from the trees, the burning carbon corpses of children, gradually approaching, getting closer and closer.

Together, evil, suffocation, and fear all breed in the bottom of my heart.

It's dead.

It's really dead!

He will die, and so will the Son.

Why did he come here to practice swords, if he didn't come here, he wouldn't have died.

Then, Ning Mengzhen saw the young man outside the tent stop.

Raised his left arm and spread his five fingers.

The palm of the palm reveals an intricate crimson "Six Waning Moon Overlapping Patterns".

This is exactly what was given to him by the cursed ghost with a strange little girl's voice in the black egg on the fourth layer of the Cloud Heart Pavilion a few days ago.

Hades Pass!

Didn't expect that, right?

Brother has documents.

You are still in the stage of "coming yet", and you appear in the world from time to time, are you patrolling this land in advance?

Or is it "transforming" the world?

When Xia Ji showed the folded pattern in his palm, those miserable white carbon corpses also stopped.

Ning Meng really didn't know why, he was stunned for a moment, looking at the reassuring back and revealing expectant eyes, is it going to happen a miracle?

It's like he was in Yunxin Pavilion for less than three months, his strength recovered, and then he was impressed by Senior Brother Pang's miracle?

But the pause was only a long pause or two.

The burning carbon corpse began to move again.

Ning Meng's true face was like ashes, like falling into an ice cave, but the hope that had just risen was shattered in an instant.

At the moment when the Holy Son raised his hand and the carbon corpse stopped, she thought that Xia Ji had some hole cards.

But now the carbon corpse is still crawling.

Click...

The branches of the trees were broken suddenly.

The carbon corpses fell one after another.

In the eyes of the petite girl, Xia Ji was surrounded.

Ning Mengzhen closed her eyes in horror, covered her face in despair, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Holy Son, if there is an afterlife...

I'd rather never meet you.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for anything.

There was no movement outside the tent.

Xiao Lu Ding's fingers opened slightly, revealing the gap, and opened his eyes to look over.

It's like being struck by lightning.

She was utterly shocked.

This... What's going on?

The miserable white burning corpses actually knelt down in front of the Holy Son.

Ning Meng really didn't believe it.

She would never believe it!

Is this really a dream?

And not a nightmare.

On the contrary, it shows how dazzling the Holy Son is, how the tiger's body is shaken, and the dream of surrender in all directions?

She rubbed her eyes, patted her head, and even slapped herself twice, trying to wake herself up.

Open your eyes again.

The burning corpses were still on their knees.

Ning Meng really didn't understand, he really didn't want to understand.

Why do you have an epiphany when you look at the scenery?

When you encounter an evil ghost, you can kneel down to you with five fingers.

That's genius.

Is this the king?

Xiao Luding was shocked for the second time.

She continued to rub her eyes!

When I opened my eyes again, the outside of the tent was empty, and there was nothing left.

Only the back of the young man, standing in the long wind on the top of the mountain.

The suffocating, terrifying, and terrifying feeling vanished, and the gray of the distant sky was no longer distorted, and a ray of red light pierced the horizon, and in an instant, the line was red, and the eyes of a god were opened.

"Is it really my hallucination?"

Ning Mengzhen still didn't believe that the evil ghost would kneel down to Xia Ji.

However, this scene is deeply imprinted in her mind, echoing repeatedly, and every time she thinks of it, she will give birth to a sentence "Brother Holy Son, you are so powerful".

However, Xia Ji still didn't move.

He looked at the moment after the rainstorm, and after the horror, the light exploded.

Heaven and earth seem to be burning, and the light seems to cleanse all the gloom, as if it is a fixed place, and the cycle is endless.

A hint of insight comes from the bottom of my heart.

He held the hilt of the Baizhan knife with his backhand, and the whole person was in a state of "not moving, as if not still".

Xiao Luding looked at it for a long time, and she gave birth again, "Huh, I obviously saw that person there, but it was unpredictable, and I didn't seem to be able to really feel him."

In an instant, Ning Meng really understood.

The Holy Son had another epiphany!!

Xiao Lu covered his face and began to laugh and cry.

She was numb with shock.

Is this the world of the strong?

With such a strong talent, what's the use of being diligent and penance?

The other side.

Xia Ji really fell into a realization.

He asked a fourth question, asking about change.

No matter how dark it is, the light will come.

The light is shining, and the darkness is coming.

Is this the principle of heaven and earth?

If this is the case, what about the sword intent?

In less than half a year, he has already asked four times about the way of the knife.

Every time he asked, his heart would become more determined, as if he had just started on the road to explore a certain avenue.

Time has lost its meaning at this point.

Xia Ji is like a stone carving, standing on the top of the blue sky peak where the light has flourished.

From dawn to dusk, he has been immersed in this mysterious artistic conception.

The small furnace is very lively, holding the baked cake, leaning against the mountain spring, sitting with his legs crossed into a duck, eating while looking at the Holy Son.

It's really not a two-world person.

No wonder he is the furnace ding.

Can... Can... If.

It's just that if he also becomes stronger, will he really enter his world?

But how to get stronger, I don't have a clue at all.

Xiaolu Ding may become a peerless powerhouse in the future, and may take Xia Ji as an opportunity, and then cut off the love thread and step into Tongxuan.

Although it seemed impossible, at least she had the first motivation to become stronger.

Fate is always strange and unpleasant, unsatisfactory, but it can also surprise people.

Who knows what will happen until the end?

Xia Ji took a deep breath, and he woke up from his epiphany.

But the knife was not drawn.

Because, it's not perfect.

As long as there is the slightest flaw, he will not draw a knife.

Tilt your head and look into the distance of the second peak of the Blue Sky Mountain.

The extinct volcano of the first peak formed a crater lake.

He always had a feeling that there must be something in the extinct volcano of the second peak.

Maybe this has something to do with the carbon corpse just now.

The Chaos Dao Scar was also faintly giving him a premonition.

It's time to see what might come out of it.

Xia Ji only took two steps, but found that his qi and blood were a little stagnant, and there was a grunting sound in his shriveled abdomen.

Look at the sky again.

It's sunset.

I actually stood for a long time?

It was like a flash.

ran to the side of the small furnace, took out the dry food, and ate it from this mountain spring.

Ning Meng was really aggrieved and began to pinch his shoulder.

"Left, a little down, well, a little heavier, a little heavier. ”

The petite girl was teary-eyed.

Xia Ji instructed her and asked her to adjust her strength and posture, and then she fell into thought.

Just now, he was just holding the pass to stop the idea of those carbon corpses.

But when I actually tried it, I found that this pass doesn't seem to be of a low rank.

It seems that the little girl in the black egg smits a lot of attention to herself.

What role does it play in the great event of "the cursed underworld, destined to descend on the world"?