Leng Qi's heartbroken roar made Yang Chengfeng smile even more happily: "Seven nights, I'll play with you today, the people you've been concerned about for two lifetimes are here!" Let them see how embarrassed you will be before me today! ”

The white judgment pen was tapped, and a ripple like a water wave appeared in the air, stirring the same evil aura as ink, and gradually turned into a mountain handle Sanqing soul bell cover towards Leng Qi, swaying, stabbing people's souls!

Leng Qi looked at Yang Chengfeng with red eyes, pinched his fingers in a deep voice, and the Wufang Guardian Spiritual Technique tightened his mind, watching the Sanqing Bell formed by the evil qi hovering over his head, and suddenly stepped up.

Leng Qi's feet, seven stars, seven stars, and finally met the three clear bells that fell.

The evil qi was shattered, and Leng Qi protected Su Yu and fell back again and again, her face pale.

Yang Chengfeng stood lightly with the pen in his hand, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of disdain and ridicule: "Compared to back then, whether it is your body or soul, you are too much worse!" ”

Leng Qi clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white and gurgling.

Yang Chengfeng didn't seem to want to give Leng Qi time to react, his hands were sealed, the white judgment pen was vacated, and the black evil qi used the pen as a rod to form a flag, and the clouds surged, and on the flag, the word "seal" loomed.

As Yang Chengfeng's hand fell, the white judgment pen whistled in the yin wind.

"Seven nights, in the past, you separated the remnant soul in the Four Demon Mountain Town, and I have been in the town for a thousand years, today, it's time for you to taste the taste of torture!"

Yang Chengfeng's face was gloomy, more and more resentment, and evil qi swept in from outside the prison of broken life, and even countless ghosts cried and were swept in.

The sound of the battle in the field suddenly stopped, and Leng stood still and watched the scene in front of him.

Horror and worry amplified little by little on the faces of Li Mengkai and others: "Save Lao Qi at all costs, if he loses, we will have no chance of winning!" ”

Yuan Zhenzi's face was ugly, and he said astringently: "How to save ...... The strength of these two guys is really ......"

Leng Qi suddenly sighed, glanced at his heart, his expression was complicated, looking at Zhang Zhengling, Lu Zhengyang and other figures, a touch of unwillingness and determination flashed in his eyes.

Yang Chengfeng is right, he is not as good as he was back then, and he is no longer the proud demon killer he was back then, and now, he is just a trace of residual thoughts attached to this body.

However, I still can't take back half a point, even if my soul is gone!

The seal on the white judgment pen became more and more obvious, the space seemed to be stagnant, and the heavy sense of oppression seemed to tear people's hearts apart, making Leng Qi breathless.

But Leng Qi still took a step forward with difficulty, silently watching the huge Lingqi of the ghost churning approaching little by little, solidifying the same sense of oppression that made him a little unstable.

In the prison of severance, the unknown metal hummed, and the sound grew louder and louder.

Everyone raised their heads in unison.

Leng Qi suddenly shook his face, as if he felt something, his eyes looked over fiercely, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably.

The sharp sound of breaking the air brought up a streamer, pierced through the layers of ghosts, collided with the white judgment pen, and forcibly deviated the white judgment pen by three points.

Yang Chengfeng re-said in surprise that the white judgment pen was held in his hand, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The streamer did not stop, and in the dull gaze of everyone, it fell in front of Leng Qi, splashing gravel, sinking into the earth for three points, and the sword body trembled lightly, buzzing, like a sad roar.

Leng Qi suddenly knelt on the ground weakly, his palm caressed the sword body, his eyes were red, and he couldn't make a sound: "Old man, after a thousand years, have you ever complained?" ”

Zhang Jixiang on the side breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Ma Zi, and chuckled: "Back then, Lord Taishi Ling said that this sword was extremely evil, and it was finally placed in the large array soul lock platform to suppress the thousands of lonely souls and ghosts in the Yin Land. ”

After speaking, Zhang Jixiang looked at the black and white ghosts.

The black and white ghost didn't deny it, nodded and snorted: "This sword is sealed on the Soul Lock Platform, and it has a great deal to do with the Seven Nights, and the Netherworld Division wants to retrieve the black and white judgment pen, then Yang Chengfeng is a trouble, so I have to use the power of the Seven Nights!" Therefore, this sword and the soul-locking array, except for him for seven nights, the Netherworld Division did not allow anyone to move this great array! And Yang Laipi's guy was bewitched by someone to be a substitute for the dead ghost who was exploring the way, and he was also obsessed with money, and coveted the talisman made of gold leaf on the soul locking array, which almost ruined my Netherworld Division, and naturally he had to be severely punished! ”

Zhang Jixiang glanced at the dagger in his hand, and suddenly said with a wry smile: "The group of people who always used the technique of the left way of the side door to send Yang Laipi in to explore the way, but found that it was extremely dangerous inside, and Yang Laipi died in it, so the general commander did not dare to rush in again, and could only borrow the power of the people in the real Daomen, and just happened to get the news, the disciple of the cave god Yuan Zhenzi went down the mountain to practice and haunted nearby, so I asked me to find the cave god Yuan Zhenzi, which is why Leng Qiye met Jiang Dabing, and I robbed Leng Qi's back by mistake!"

Maybe Yang Laipi also realized something after his death, in order to hide from the Yin soldiers of your Netherworld Division, he didn't complain, and he found Jiang Dabing again and again, and there was something that happened later! Hey ......"

Yuan Zhenzi on the side heard him mentioned, turned his head sideways, and glanced at Zhang Jixiang: "You are wrong, it's not experience, I was actually expelled from the mountain, the cause and effect of the two lives are incomprehensible, I can't go back to the mountain!" So I could only go to Leng Qi's hometown to find Leng Qi who had a great relationship with this cause and effect, but I went late, and when I arrived, I went around and found out that Leng Qi went to Changsha again, so I had to follow ......"

As they spoke, several people were silent, it turned out that they were just a small chess piece to push the wheel of cause and effect!

On the other side, Zhang Zhengling stared at his shriveled eyes, and said coldly with a desolate expression: "Night! Do you know why Uncle Shi gave you this sword back then? ”

Leng Qi's eyes were red, he bowed respectfully, and hissed: "The apprentice is ignorant, I don't know what the master means!" ”

Zhang Zhengling laughed miserably, becoming more and more sad: "The swordsman, the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, the gentleman among the soldiers!" This sword is made by the people in my door for generations, named Xingyin, when you see evil, you will open, if you meet demons, you will be good, and if you are evil, you will be clear! Uncle Shi gave you this sword, firstly, I hope that you will walk in the world, distinguish right from wrong, and never abandon the original intention of a gentleman! The second is that you have a strong temperament, but you are kind and benevolent, so the master gave you this sword of killing, killing the killing, and benevolence! Jealousy and calculation of people are demons, simple and pure demons are people, the so-called good and evil in the world is nothing more! ”

Leng Qi raised his head, his eyes gradually sank, and he murmured in an astringent voice: "Kill what should be killed, benevolence should be benevolent...... Disciples, remember ......"

After that, Leng Qi turned his hand, held the hilt of Xingyin's sword, and stood with the sword in his hand, a long-lost sense of familiarity......