Mr. Ziwu smiled miserably at the two, refused to look at Gan Yuan again, and returned to his body without a sound. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That smile has a kind of resolute taste.

Bodhi Zi and Yang Muqing glanced at each other, immediately made a decision, and followed closely.

Mr. Ziwu's expression of everything shows that things are going to be bad, but now the whole incident has been bad to a level, and Qiuyun Town has become a chess piece that Mr. Ziwu will inevitably give up, I don't know how bad it can be?

However, they were still a step too late.

Mr. Ziwu supported his head with one hand, and the other hand hung lightly to his side, like the most perfect sleeping god.

But a discerning person can see at a glance that this is not a deep sleep, but a self-defeating life.

Gan Yuan lingered around him, as if she was saying her final goodbye, and no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

A moment later, the petals of the camellia that made up her body fell to the ground one by one, and the wisp of remnant was gone.

Mr. Ziwu is going against the sky, there is no place in the Six Realms, I am afraid it will not be so simple to disappear, but will repay the sins he has committed for more than a hundred years in a purgatory somewhere.

The camellia flowers of the entire town of Qiuyun are declining, withering, falling, incinerating, and turning to ashes at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye......

When the "people" of Qiuyun Town saw the fierce sky on the day the heavenly fire fell, they vaguely guessed something in their hearts, and they were so frightened that they couldn't speak......

But the panic is only a matter of a moment, and when they understand, they will tear off the disguise of "people" one by one, revealing the core that has mutated due to "borrowing life", Mr. Ziwu is the only guarantee of their existence, and now that this protection is gone, they can only support themselves.

The black minions burst out of their skins and ran towards the wanderers and beggars who were raised outside Qiuyun Town......

Wrong! Not right!

Bodhizi saw the evil qi scurrying around the land and realized that the situation was out of control.

"According to Mr. Ziwu's previous meaning, he will work with us to remove all the abnormal creatures in Qiuyun Town, and then he will apologize for his sins with death and sacrifice heaven and earth, and now that he is dead, with only the two of us, where can these non-human and non-ghost things be suppressed?"

Bodhizi looked at the still shockingly beautiful corpse in front of him, and complained helplessly.

"Guard the town gate!"

Yang Muqing judged the direction of the ghost's actions and made a conclusion concisely.

Bodhi Zi gritted his teeth, grabbed Yang Muqing tightly, and used a teleportation spell.

The moment before it was removed, Yang Muqing secretly pocketed the camellia petals left by Gan Yuan.

When Mr. Ziwu was still there, Qiuyun Town was like a paradise with no quarrel with the world, and the puppets could not enter or exit, in case of a scourge like Yin Jian, he would let him go out and cut off the opportunity here, and there would be no reunion in this life.

Once Mr. Ziwu is gone, the glass cover between Qiuyun Town and the outside world will be broken, and those unrestrained and eager to survive the evil ghosts will not be very willing when they die, and after living for so many years, greed and indifference will breed, and now they will start to be unscrupulous.

The teleportation spell is a forbidden technique that cannot be used until the last resort, and at this moment, isn't it the last resort?

The entrance of Qiuyun Town has become a hard-hit area, and when the two of them appeared out of thin air like heavenly soldiers, they found that the group of evil ghosts had begun to pinch inward, and they urgently needed to absorb fresh life, otherwise they would completely disappear from the world like those camellias, and the situation of more monks and less meat was a fait accompli, and only the strong could get the "welfare" that was close at hand.

The sharp-eyed Bodhi Zi also saw at a glance the girl who bought flower cakes when she first entered Qiuyun Town, but she described it as withered at this time, like a zombie that had not sucked enough blood, and her two blood-red eyes shot a hungry greedy light.

Yang Muqing took out the peachwood short sword "Suixin" given by Bodhi Zi from his bag, and Bodhi Zi sacrificed the sword of the master of Wuyimen - "Qing Ming", without saying a word, standing with his back to the other party - this is the meaning of handing over his back to the other party.

Two thin young people, two inconspicuous-looking peachwood swords, guarded the town gate of Qiuyun Town, came to kill one by one, came to kill two and a pair, there was a posture of a husband and a man, and when it was not long, they were red-eyed, and the ghost claws on their bodies were also caught by the sneak attack A lot of blood marks, but they didn't care, there was no slightest concession, the demons tasted despair, but they were even more crazy, from clicking to group attack, so that the two had no respite.

"You think we're not going to be exhausted by them, are we?"

Bodhizi solved a ghost figure on the soles of Yang Muqing's feet and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"How did you solve this kind of thing before?"

Yang Muqing slashed down a ghost figure that came from the sky and twisted his sore neck.

"I haven't met ......"

Bodhizi said with a humble heart, he remembered that he had boasted to Yang Muqing about the heroic deeds of going back and forth to the Thousand Ghost Dao unharmed.

That's a good fact, but that time there was a big wrongdoer by his side - Yuan Su, who was born to be the number one ghost.

This time, there was only one unsuccessful apprentice beside him who was not as good as him, so he threw away a fluttering and complaining look.

"Your eyes, is it disgusting?"

Yang Muqing was naturally sensitive, and although a hundred ghosts stood in the way, it did not prevent him from smacking out the exact meaning from Bodhizi's eyes.

"No way, you taught."

didn't wait for Bodhizi to say a wordless comfort, he directly choked back with a word.

"Raising Disciples ......"

"Respect for the teacher ......"

Both of them were angry with each other in their hearts, so they coincidentally attacked the ghosts who rushed out of the town to kill them even more ruthlessly.

After all, neither of them has a clear mind, and they won't stab their own people at a critical time.

Just as the two of them were about to kill, they suddenly felt that the temperature of the space suddenly dropped by at least ten degrees, and the two of them had goosebumps all over their bodies, and just when they realized who was coming, a white figure joined the battle circle.

I don't know if it's a "friend" or not, but at least it's not an "enemy" anyway.

If it is said that Bodhi Zi and Yang Muqing used a quasi-method of cutting melons and cutting wheat before, then this man in white is the domineering style of "Qianjun sweeping", but in the time of a cup of tea, the door of Qiuyun Town has been cleaned up thoroughly, and only some evil ghosts who still know how to judge the situation no longer try to get out of the town, but devour the remnants of their companions and flee in the direction of the town.

The man in white chased after him like a gust of wind.

The rest of Bodhi Zi and Yang Muqing looked at each other, but they just breathed a sigh of relief, and the other had a strange expression.

The homeless men and beggars not far away were still basking in the afternoon sun unconsciously, not knowing that they had returned from wandering around the ghost gate.