Qiu Nanfeng smiled bitterly, the feng shui of this village is not good.

They are all here to recognize their relatives.

This Qingzhou is yellow.

has to toss to this point, Qiu Nanfeng said that the way of heaven is good reincarnation, who will the sky spare.

The female doll in her arms looked up at Qiu Nanfeng, "Sister, is he calling your aunt?" ”

"....." Qiu Mosheng .....

The little magic ball was squeezed and deformed, whimpering out of a strange cavity, and black tears rolled up.

"Auntie... Auntie, I'm September. Your niece in September. ”

I have heard that the former Demon Venerable scattered the devils, and there were nine demons alone.

These demons are either born with demons, or with demons, or with life.

Or with a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

On the day of the liquidation of the Xifu Demon Palace, Qiu Nanfeng remembered that she had killed three demons.

Counting up, there are still six unknown.

Right now, it's a headache.

"Sister, sister, thank you for saving me just now. I'm a humble person, so you can change me and September. ”

The black magic ball pinched in Jiang Ying's palm struggled, squeezing out some black qi from the five-fingered short sword.

The hateful ghost king actually dared to bully her in front of her aunt.

Hmph, don't let me out, I'll definitely settle accounts with you when I come back.

"Auntie, don't you know me? I'm September, so let's trade her with me. My father was kind to my aunt back then, but didn't my aunt want to die and not save her? ”

"Sister, she's quite pitiful, too. I'm just a passerby, you don't have to be so nice to me. The little girl tugged at Qiu Nanfeng's sleeve and glanced at the black magic ball from time to time.

I didn't even open my eyes to the ghost king.

Holding the black magic ball, Jiang Ying's sharp eyes did not let go of the expressions of anyone present.

Especially Hanaya.

The little girl can't figure out the details, and the origin is unknown, why did Hua Aya save her?

He suspects that the little girl is Hanaya.

But this play is inevitably too real.

A puppet can't be as agile as a real person.

The little girl's eye movements, including the cultivation contained in her body, are completely like an unfathomable cultivator.

Jiang Ying hesitated.

But for a moment, Jiang Ying clenched the black magic ball fiercely, the ghost qi was suppressed, and the black magic ball screamed as it was tortured.

"Auntie, auntie help. I'm a demonic and ghostly repulsor. If I continue, I'll get rid of my demons.... Aunt.... You can't die without help!! ”

The black egg's facial features are several times larger than ordinary people, and he stands with Qiu Mosheng in the air, much taller than him.

But the expressions of the two were the same.

Like carved out of a mold.

Qiu Mosheng glanced at Qiu Nanfeng impatiently, "I'm sleepy, isn't it time to go back to the palace?" ”

Back to the palace?

Qiu Nanfeng glared back, didn't this kid come down the mountain to find Qiu Chen, he hadn't found it yet, and shouted to go back to the palace.

Without waiting for her to reply, Jiang Ying was furious: "Hua Aya, it seems that you really don't care about Qiuchen's whereabouts?" There are really countless beauties in the harem, one more, no more, one less, no less. ”

Qiu Nanfeng curled her lips and chuckled, glancing meaningfully at Jiang Ying.

Did this stupid ghost king forget that he was also a concubine and a beauty.

I really think of myself as a woman's home.

"Yes, there are countless beauties, one less is not less. I don't know what the person you're looking for thinks about you being someone else's beauty? ”

This is the second time that Qiu Nanfeng has mentioned Jiang Ying's private affairs.

poked Jiang Ying in the most hidden place.

Every time this person is mentioned, Jiang Ying will be in a mess.

This time was no exception.

In the village at night, ghostly fires are piled up, and eerie and terrifying wails emerge one after another.

Jackdaws flocked, and the sky was covered by the ghostly aura of black oppression.

The ghost soldiers are ready to go, just waiting for the ghost king's order.

At the same time, the demon soldiers who were ambushed around the village appeared like a cloud of black smoke, and the demons danced wildly, and the ghost qi of the sky was suppressed and replaced with a black magic miasma of black miasma.

Besiege the Ghost Legion.

The entire deserted village has become an excellent battlefield for ghost cultivators and demon cultivators to fight.

Judging from the situation, the ghost clan was defeated.

In the stalemate, Qiu Nanfeng casually pinched the little girl in his hand in front of Jiang Ying.

The sound of bones shattering came with a creaking.

With a miserable scream, the little girl burst in public, leaving only fragments of tattered clothes dancing wildly in the air.

Debris filled the air with a thick smell of blood.

The ghost clan, which is already very sensitive to blood, is restless.

Qiu Mosheng's eyes were gloomy, and he took out an embroidered handkerchief from his sleeve and brought it to Qiu Nanfeng, carefully wiping away the blood stains that had been splashed on her eggshell.

This subtle movement made Qiu Nanfeng frown slightly.

I'm afraid this kid has taken the wrong medicine.

She killed someone, and she was still a little girl in rags who came home sadly.

(Of course, she conjured it up, to confuse it with reality.) What is consumed is nothing more than the Heavenly Demon Qi. It's not hers anyway, how much energy is consumed. ）

What was strange was Qiu Mosheng's reaction.

Shouldn't we question, shouldn't we shout, shouldn't we reprimand, shouldn't we get rid of demons?

What kind of blood did you wipe her with an embroidered silk handkerchief?

The most annoying thing is that when Qiu Nanfeng saw the roselle sunflower embroidered on the silk handkerchief, her eyes sank.

Let Qiu Mosheng lean over to wipe the blood of the illusion for her.

Qiu Nanfeng lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Jiang Ying, whose resentment was infinitely magnified.

"Threats, exchanges, coercion, pressure. You are waiting for the younger generation, in front of the deity, they are like this bursting girl. The deity can be saved, or it may not be saved. You are as weak as ants, not enough to worry about.

If you are capable, you can challenge the majesty of the deity and fight with your life, and the deity is also willing to accompany you. ”

The voice of the Heavenly Demon echoed throughout the village, even stretching to the vicinity of Wanqiu Mountain.

When the demons heard this, they all shuddered and surrendered, and they knelt down and kowtowed.

[Lord Demon Venerable, long life! ] 】

[Lord Demon Venerable, long life! ] 】

......

Wave after wave of demonic sounds echoed up and down the village, up and down Wanqiu Mountain. The jungle rattled, and the birds and beasts were frightened and retreated.

Most of the ghost soldiers are unconscious, and they are only under the control of the ghost king.

Waiting for the Ghost King's dispatch, he exists like a puppet.

The ghost generals who were all conscious looked at the cold ghost king one after another.

Du Ge, who fainted in Qiu Mosheng's hand, was awakened by the evil breath and trembled.

Looking down and seeing himself hanging in the air, Du Ge chuckled, and his throat rolled a few times.

Because Qiu Mosheng was wiping the blood stains on the eggshell, Du Ge swayed in mid-air with Qiu Mosheng's movements.

Akira's Du Ge panicked.

When she saw the blood stains on Qiu Nanfeng's eggshell, Du Ge's spirit suddenly brightened.

I wanted to speak, but I was stunned by a magic power.

He only looked at the three steps away, and suddenly approached the angry Jiang Ying.

At this time, Jiang Ying's scarlet ghost eyes were like several ghost arrows, and everything he saw automatically exploded.

The mortal body can't bear the demonic aura at all.

Some of the sect disciples who had fled before did not flee far, and at this time, the bold ones took the opportunity to watch and see the ghost eyes.

He bled on the spot and died violently.

Du Ge, who was a mortal, was watched by Jiang Ying and did not react at all.

The weak Du Ge also looked at Jiang Ying timidly at the same time.

Today's ghost king is so fierce and so scared.

He couldn't help but grab Qiu Mosheng's clothes, biting his tongue and spitting out the words indistinctly.

"Mo Sen tearing the murderer (Senior Brother Mo Sheng) ......"