Canaan Academy's enrollment, Ying Tianxing didn't pay attention to it at all, and let everything develop in the established direction is that what he has to do now is to wake up his long-sleeping beloved wife, Yan Nu's concubine.

There are not many drugs that can restore the soul on the Douqi Continent, for example, the Seven Illusions Qing Lingshu that Xiao Yan used to treat the medicine dust in the original book is one of them, Ying Tianxing also collected these medicines back then, and wanted to use them to wake up Yan Nu, but because of the curse, every time he used the medicine, the medicine became invalid.

This time the curse was eased, and he wanted to give it a try, but if it didn't work out, he was deeply sorry in his heart, and then he had become a kind of demon in the heart of the Evil Spirit Rider, which had been tormenting him and making him almost collapse.

The ghost-faced Harley was in front of Ying Tianxing, it was quiet at this time, there was no roar, no rage, like a fierce female warrior who took off her armor, pulled up her long hair, and wore a plain skirt, revealing her gentle side.

That's right, that ghost-faced Harley is the sleeping place of the flame girl's soul.

Ying Tianxing took out the soul-restoring medicine that Guhe found and used it on Ghost Face Harley, he was waiting, the first medicine ......

Nothing happens, the second strain of the drug, still no reaction.

He knew that Yan Nu's soul was very weak, so he still held on to hope and used the third medicine, but it still had no effect.

I couldn't wake her up because of the curse, and now that the curse has eased, why can't I wake her up?

Is it because there is not enough medicine?

Ying Tianxing used up all the medicines, but it was ineffective, he narrowed his eyes, what is this?

He closed his eyes, hehe, a glimmer of life?

I don't believe it anymore.

A mark of fire that cleared light and darkness was full of ferocity, and the knight who wandered between earth and hell had dropped his haughty wings and fallen into the night, not a sad song, but an elegy for heroes.

Pack your bags, explain it, and travel again.

The young people in the story have already embarked on their respective journeys, Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran went to the Warcraft Mountain Range together, Xiao Xun'er, Xiao Yu, Xiao Ning, and Xiao Mei entered Canaan Academy.

Xiao Jun continued to be his acting patriarch, Concubine Ya was still thinking about her marriage partner, the three elders were lying happily at home, Danwang Guhe was still waiting for Ying Tianxing to take him to find a strange fire, Mufasha was sleeping and snoring in the mountain behind Xiao's house, and the little lion king Simba was eating the elixir refined by Guhe as jelly beans all day long.

Ying Tianxing left Utan City like this, and the next time he came back, I don't know when it will be.

At the same time, the Yunlan Sect

A pair of dark eyes lit up, and the owner of the wise eyes knew that she couldn't hide in the sect forever, and there were some things she had to face, so she made a decision.

She didn't know why she wore the bright colors she didn't like, as if she didn't know why she figured it out and got rid of the shadows, so she made this decision, but she knew that there must be something more in her, something she couldn't understand......

……

On the desolate ancient road, finally ushered in the long-lost liveliness, these people are wearing all kinds of armor, cloth armor, chain mail, equipment is not complete, they are obviously not regular army, I think it should be a small mercenary group, I can see that they have completed the task very well this time, everyone's face is fluttering.

On the other side of the ancient road, a lonely figure appeared, and the gloom and ferocity on his body affected the mood of the people around him.

In this kind of mercenary group, there has always been a mixture of good and bad, and some people with good deeds have more courage than every old man.

Commonly known as silly bold.

"Hey, that guy, that means you, stop, Made, that means you, you stop it." A bearded man called out to the emaciated pedestrian, but he ignored him, feeling that he had lost someone in front of his companions, and immediately yelled at him.

Just as his face was flushed, he noticed that the pedestrian in front of him had stopped.

"Hehe, toast and don't eat and drink, you have to scold you before you can stop, hehe, brothers, look at it, this can find a fun one."

The red-faced bearded man walked over step by step, and he was in a state of excitement, and he didn't give up his due perception at all.

A big hand slapped on the shoulder of the thin pedestrian, and the smug beard said, "Little one, I can be regarded as catching you." ”

He said and looked like the "brothers" in the back, thinking that this sentence should be an old stalk in their group, but he saw the frightened faces of his companions.

A burning sensation came from his hand, and he turned his head suddenly, what?

He saw a white skull with red flames.

It doesn't matter what the bearded man wants to say or what he wants to do, because a dead man can't say anything or do anything.

No one is innocent, the sinner deserves punishment, and in the eye of judgment, there is nowhere to hide all evils, including Heaven Himself.

But as the only judge between earth and hell, who can condemn him?

The skull's fiery eyes stared straight into the eyes of the last person who was still alive, frightened, remorseful, and the last person's soul was decomposed into pure soul power to be sucked by Ying Tianxing.

He is a skeleton without a soul, so how do these soul powers enhance his soul?

Ying Tianxing, who was in a bursting and ferocious state, didn't notice that the original purest power of the soul he had sucked back, the essence of the soul, had turned into a ball of green qi and disappeared somewhere.

Man is born guilty, no one is innocent, and wherever the hellfire burns, it is not a transgression, it is ...... Should.

A terrible legend began to spread in the Douqi Continent, in this world appeared a monster who killed people without blinking an eye under the banner of destiny and justice, he claimed to be a judge from heaven and living in hell, but walking on earth, with the flame of depravity on his angelic wings.

It was a burning human skeleton, dressed in leather and carrying chains.

The flames that drift with the wind, the flaming skulls speak of his incomparable hatred, he sacrifices his soul to hell, encircles your filthy body with poisonous fire and chains, and in his fiery eyes you see your sinful life, and the manic laughter consumes your whole soul.

He rode through the night on Ghostface Harley, between hell and earth, the roar of his motors roaring wildly, leaving behind a line of fire that drew light and darkness. Everywhere the motorcycle passes, there will be a mess and a fire mark on the road.

He is the eternal ghost rider.