The wind moves the leaves, and the shadows of the trees on the wall are swaying.

Previously, the Lanruo Temple, which was supposed to be broken by the west wind all night and had a slight scene of a light in the depressed deserted temple, at this moment, in the remnants of the high walls, deep eaves, and thick pillars, there are still some solemn and magnificent behind, but there is a strange drunken gold fan.

Where the lights shone, the figures swayed, and there came out the dementoring sobs and sticky wet gasps.

But it is a wine pond and a meat forest, with warblers singing and dancing, and everyone is chasing joy.

Dongchang Fanzi, who has been fascinated by ghosts, how did he know that it was bloodthirsty desire.

There were ghosts and monsters in the temple, Wang Lin and they would not enter the temple, and Nie Xiaoqian took them to the water house. Let them escape by jumping into the water when they are in distress when they can't do anything.

Water can isolate the smell of yang energy, and the Seven Evil Tianluo also seem to be quite afraid of water, as long as they jump into the water, they can save their lives.

Wang Lin saw that Nie Xiaoqian didn't seem to mean to be with them, so he asked, "Miss Nie, what about you?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian replied: "I'll come when I have something to do, you go first, don't worry about me." ”

Lanruo Temple is close at hand, the Soul Gang is behind Lanruo Temple, and the old witch is entangled by Xuanyinzi, so how can she let go of the God-given opportunity to retrieve her own ashes.

The old witch may come back at any time, she can't delay, she carries the bookcase taken out of the dark compartment of the water dwelling, and floats away with the green steel sword.

She knew that whether it was Wang Lin, the little monk, or her uncle Ji Zongbu, they were willing to take risks for her, but they were not good at dealing with demons and monsters.

On the contrary, she has a ghostly body, coming and going like the wind, and it is more convenient and faster to be alone.

The Spiritualist Hill is a netherworld prison where the spirit cannot be reborn.

The old monument is like a forest, and the lonely grave is like a fight, filled with a gloomy and mysterious ominous atmosphere.

Looking up, among the barren smoke, withered vines and weeds, broken coffins exposed to the soil can be seen everywhere, destroying the mind.

It's just that Nie Xiaoqian herself is a ghost, and she has long been accustomed to these obscure images of the Soul Gang that are difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, but she feels a little bleak, and there is no fear at all.

In the dead of night, it was silent, even the sound of insects and wind seemed to be dead, she floated in the air over the fallen leaves buried with white bones, and the three-foot long sword touched the dead branches and slashed through the basil, making a rustling sound.

On a broken tombstone, perched a crow with blood-red eyes, indifference, and a pitch-black body.

But Nie Xiaoqian didn't seem to see the crow, her eyes swept over the crow and stopped on her grave.

A pinch of loess, a six-foot lonely grave, is actually no different from other barren mounds on the Soul Gang Gang.

She seemed to be a bit of a lonely soul in an exotic land, very cowardly, and the body of the ghost was more like being pressed by a mountain, and it was very slow and slow to go to her grave.

However, when she passed the tombstone where the crow was inhabited, there was a clear sound, and a cold light appeared, and a sword light flashed over the crow.

Ga!

The crow let out a hoarse scream and flapped its wings to escape, but the cold and hardened Qingfeng had already fallen.

In the flying and withering feathers in the sky, the old witch used human essence blood and earth evil yin qi to raise the crow, which was splashed with blood by a sword, and fell to the ground.

The crow was originally an accumulation monster, with a sharp beak and sharp claws, and was responsible for monitoring the Soul Calling Post, if he was on guard, there was no possibility of being cut down by a new generation of weak female ghosts like Nie Xiaoqian.

It's just that tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is an eventful night.

The old witch, the owner of the crow, was restrained by Xuanyinzi, and had no time to look east, its spiritual sense was not opened, and it would not act flexibly.

Nie Xiaoqian usually comes to this soul conjuring gang, intentionally or unintentionally approaching this crow, but she didn't act rashly, and she didn't even take a look at her own grave. Counting like this one has infinitely lowered the crow's vigilance against her.

Tonight, finally caught off guard by the crow, he blinded the old witch's "eye" on the soul conjuring gang.

The crow is dead, and the old witch must know her plan, and it will soon be rushed back if she can't easily let herself go.

"The tomb of her beloved daughter Nie Xiaoqian", Nie Xiaoqian didn't think much about it, rushed to her grave, quickly opened the grave, and saw five columbariums.

She is not Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia in the movie, of course she knows which urn is her own, but after thinking about it, she rolled up all the ashes and put them in the bookcase.

When Nie Xiaoqian got her own ash altar, the yin wind was sudden, and countless Seven Evil Heavenly Roses surged out like a tide, and the poplar monster locust on the Soul Summoning Gang was swaying endlessly, and the shadows were swaying, with teeth and claws, covering from the air.

"The old witch is really unwilling." Nie Xiaoqian said in her heart.

She Qingfeng was in her hand, and she immediately jumped up without hesitation.

As long as she rushes out and gets into the air, no matter how many demon vines there are, no matter how dense the demon trees are, as long as the old demon woman doesn't come back, she can get out calmly.

A flash of rain weaving!

In addition to the flash ghost slash, she used the second move of "A Flash of Heavenly Punishment of the Sword" after a long time.

The three-foot Qingfeng light was as cold as a silver rainbow washing the moon, turning into a rain of swords pouring in the sky, and the sharp sword qi invaded Ling Ling, dazzling like jade beads, and instantly chopped the poplar monster locust that covered it into branches and leaves, revealing the gloomy sky.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was full of green silk like ink and satin, danced in the wind, like a snow skirt hunting, carrying a bookbox full of ashes, and thinking of extending the sea, sky and sky, held a long sword in her hand and looked down at the Soul Calling Gang, and the demon vine and demon tree below were still unwillingly expanding.

In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

Nie Xiaoqian's mind flashed Meng Jiao's "After Dengke", and she felt extremely happy.

"The crow who killed grandma is betraying grandma, do you think you can escape by taking back your ashes?"

Nie Xiaoqian was startled when she heard this, and turned back suddenly, Xiaoqing didn't know when she appeared behind her: "Xiaoqing, why are you here?" ”

"Grandma knows that you are not honest, so she ordered me to come and watch you." Xiaoqing's face was expressionless, and her voice was very cold, "Grandma values you so much, isn't it good that you obediently stay in Lanruo Temple and do things for grandma, why do you have to run away?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian was reluctant to be angry with her in the past, let alone argue with her at this time: "Xiaoqing, I don't know why you don't want to leave here, but I must leave here, if you want to stop it, just take action." ”

Xiaoqing didn't seem to hear Nie Xiaoqian's words, her eyes looked at the void under her feet with empty eyes, and muttered: "The tree is falling and scattering, and the tree is about to fall before it falls?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian didn't want to listen to her brainwashed nonsense, so she turned around and left.

Xiaoqing came in a hurry just to hold herself off, and if she delayed for a while, the old witch would come back, and that would be the real way out.

Nie Xiaoqian left, Xiaoqing pointed ten fingers in both hands, waved the ghostly ghost claws that flashed cyan dark light, and chased after her.

However, a bookbox flew over, and Xiaoqing's ghost claws probed, and after catching it, he saw that there were four urns inside, and stopped chasing.

"What if you escape, is there really a place for ghosts to live in this world?"