Liu Hui didn't have the same way to hurt the past and the present as Mr. Lin, when she heard the vicious situation in the magic capital now, her first thought was to send Qiao'er back to Taihang Mountain as soon as possible. As for himself, after all, he represents the family, but he can't retreat from the battle, although he can't say what he can help, it's still okay to protect himself.

At that moment, Liu Hui didn't stay too long, got up and prepared to say goodbye and go back. When she was about to go out, Mr. Lin said to her a little seriously, you have to be careful in everything, there is danger, you don't need to be too persistent, you can protect yourself, and if you are in danger, you can come to the dragon soul to seek refuge Yunyun. Fighting on your home turf, without any privileges, the dragon soul is too rotten. And this is also the reason why other organizations are so cautious about whether or not to send cultivators from the Five Realms to Huaxia, the dragon soul is not a soft persimmon to handle at will.

On the way back, Liu Hui thought about Mr. Lin's words, and somehow, he suddenly thought of Ling Langlai, who rode the dragon to send him back, although he knew that he had such hole cards by his side, it should be fine, but he was still inevitably a little worried.

Ling Lang landed on the mountain, walked to Zhang Fei's side, and asked softly, "Huan Hou, what's the situation?"

Zhang Fei was still staring at the front, and said without looking back: "When I came to this temple, the girl was gone, and there are still some evil sects in this temple, so I am waiting for you here." It shouldn't have run away. Ling Lang thought to himself, I don't know if the greed is a man or a woman, why do you always love to call people and girls.

He looked up at the temple in front of him, faintly shrouded in a layer of black mist, and through the layers of prohibitions, on the plaque of the temple, the three big characters "Beamless Palace" were written.

But as soon as he flew like this, he dared to come to the Spirit Valley of Zhongshan in Jinling, which was hundreds of miles away. The Zhongshan area was once used as an ancient battlefield place, and witnessed no less than ten massacres in the city, and most of those ownerless graves are buried here, no wonder people who have not awakened their souls but have supernatural physique will feel extremely uncomfortable when they approach here.

The whole building of the beamless hall is made of thick stone, usually even in the hot summer daytime, after entering the hall is still cold, which makes many people creepy. The roof of the hall is arc-shaped, there is no beam, the whole hall has no other windows except a small hole in the top of the hall, there is a legend that there is a measure of heaven in the roof tile ridge, for the use of sorghum.

There is a stone tablet at the front door of the beamless hall, and the basalt spirit turtle has been buried by the feng shui family under the stele base to suppress the evil delusion. It has the gate and torii of the National Revolutionary Army Cemetery in the south, and the cemetery, Songfeng Pavilion and Linggu Pagoda in the north. Ling Lang thought to himself, no wonder he saw so many ghosts wandering around at night just now, it turned out to be such a place.

Ling Lang looked at Guan Gong and asked him to come up with an idea.

Guan Gong frowned slightly, but Zhang Fei shouted beside him: "What do you want to do so much? ”

Guan Gong "hmm", and didn't say much, he directly summoned the Qinglong Knife, revealing the eyes between his eyebrows, and the blue light was there, like the spring sun melting snow, those prohibitions were broken one after another, and he walked straight into the beamless hall of the Black Forest.

The beamless hall was once named "Righteous Qi Hall", which is naturally the mighty righteousness of the descendants looking at the heaven and earth, and can suppress the evil in this place. But if that greed is really hiding here, it is obvious that this place has fallen into the hands of the people of Rizhao, which is a bit sad. What's more, there are 110 pieces of Taihu bluestone tablets embedded in the four walls of the palace, and there are more than 30,000 fallen soldiers engraved on them.

The small hole above the hall used to be for the purpose of transmitting the sun's rays at three o'clock in the afternoon and shining on the three Buddha statues in the hall. It's just that history is blowing away like clouds and smoke, and now the three Buddhas are long gone, leaving the empty altar and desk, which makes people reminisce about the past. At this time, there was also a beam of moonlight, piercing through the hole, dimly shining in the main hall, only adding to the gloom.

When everyone stood in the main hall and was about to find the place where the greedy man was hiding, his soul could vibrate, and he turned his head to look, and from the arched hall door on the left, more than a dozen people came out. The two who took the lead, in addition to the pale face of the greedy man, there was also a bewitching woman in red clothes and white hair.

The woman, not tall, looked like a girl, but her face looked like twenty-three or fourteen years old. In the middle of her blouse was a black brocade that curved to both sides, and a red imp head was embroidered on it. The two eyes of the ghost head seemed to glow green. At the nostrils of the little ghost's head, two long red rope braids stretched out, wrapping around the back of the bewitching woman, densely branched, fluttering without wind. The red dress and red pants were extremely short, revealing her pale arms and thighs, which were also tied with red ropes, and there were several bell-like decorations, but they did not make a sound, and they were barefoot.

As soon as Zhang Fei saw Wei Wan, he laughed and said: "You girl, you are not too bold, you dare to stay here, ready to ambush us?"

At this time, she didn't care about teasing people with that bewitching voice, and gritted her teeth at the demonic woman next to her, and said fiercely: "Baby, it's just a few of them, who injured me and ruined our foundation in the magic capital." ”

That demonic woman can occupy the Jinling Zhongshan Spirit Valley, and naturally she is not an idle person, but when he saw the faces of Guan Gong and Zhang Fei clearly, his pale face suddenly became heavy. She stretched out her right hand, and there were several red rope braids behind her back, which were wrapped around an object, and handed it to her hand, but it was a bowl of bronze cloth the size of a mouth. If it weren't for this magic weapon in her hand, it is estimated that after listening to Wei Wan's story just now, she would have given up this place early and fled desperately.

The bewitching woman looked at the three "people", and then said to Guan Gong: "Holy Monarch, if there is anything offensive about Greed, I am here to say that I have offended you on her behalf. There is no deep hatred between us, and you are the god of Rentian, the same existence as our god Amaterasu, why bother us?" But she has lived in China for a long time, unlike that greedy corner, where she will not know the image of Guan Gong? Although she also noticed that Guan Gong's holy soul did not have the power of the Six Realms, how to say it, she would admit it first.

Guan Gong is arrogant, and when he sees that the other party thinks he is a junior, he really can't bear to do it for a while. Thinking about it, the other party doesn't seem to be very wrong, although that greed used to harm Ling Lang's thoughts, he didn't succeed, and he was half destroyed by his third brother, and he barely resisted it. If it weren't for Wu Anjun's request, he really wouldn't have come here to kill them all.

When Guan Gong hesitated, Zhang Feike next to him was not so angry, and said loudly: "Second brother, what is it to talk to them? Zhang Fei is very much with Bai Qi, he admires Bai Qi very sincerely, he has great respect for Bai Qi, the god of killing through the ages, you have to know that Wu Anjun hates the evil deeds of greed, although he is also reluctant in his heart, but he really moves, more ruthless than anyone else.

As soon as Zhang Fei finished speaking, he was about to rush forward with a round of snake spears, but his hands were already itching.

Guan Gong didn't stop him, the third brother was enough to deal with everyone on the other side, and he could help prevent the other party from escaping.

The beneficial's face changed again and again, and seeing that there was no room for maneuver, she shook the bronze cover in her hand and made a not-so-crisp sound of tinkering. The soul energy was centered on the magic weapon cover, sending out bursts of sound ripples, which actually made Ling Lang feel that his mind and soul were lost, and he was seduced by the soul? Ling Lang hurriedly turned into a lotus flower, and sat on the lotus platform again, contemplating the Taiyi Saving Suffering Heavenly Venerable Dharma, and then felt better.

Guan Gong on the side just wanted to lay a soul energy forbidden area around him, and seeing that his face was innocent and innocent, he didn't care about him anymore.

The sound of the bronze cover slowly accelerated, like a wave surging, and the sound was endless, but for Guan Gong and Zhang Fei, the existence of two towering mountains, it was naturally like a light breeze. Zhang Fei even stopped dancing the snake spear and looked at the other party with interest, intending to see what else they could do.

A burst of black smoke billowed out, Ling Lang only felt that his mind was shaking continuously, and many white bone skeletons and ghosts flew out of the bronze cover, and in a few moments, they occupied the entire beamless hall, I am afraid that there must be several thousands. The skeleton bared its teeth and claws, dragging it in. The Yin Soul's eyes were sluggish, as if he no longer had his own soul sense, and he also swarmed up.

And the white bone skeleton is just that, Ling Lang has seen countless in the Changping Ancient Battlefield. But when he saw those yin ghost images clearly, he suddenly had a nameless fire in his heart, but among those yin ghosts, there were many soldiers wearing modern national army uniforms. Ling Lang's trip, firstly, because of the viciousness of anger and greed, and secondly, because of Bai Qi's trust, he did not leave any trouble. But for the other demons, even if they did evil before, after all, they didn't see it with their own eyes, and in the end, if the first evil is punished, whether to keep it or let it go, it is ready to see what Guan Gong means.

But at this time, he saw that those heroes and martyrs who fought bloodily for the rivers and mountains of the motherland did not even get a complete body before they died, and they had to be detained as puppets after death, and ended up like this, how could he not be angry?

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 troops. Seventy-seven years ago, it was on this Purple Mountain that there was such a group of soldiers, in order to protect the people of Jinling, fighting to the death and not retreating, even if they fought to the last person, until the Japanese invaders enlarged the fire and burned the mountain, then they went to the national disaster with hatred. A soldier of a country, in his opinion, is the real backbone of the country, he can now fantasize about the good days in the future, his small family, can not live in the stormy, dire times, are the credit of those iron-blooded soldiers who pay in obscurity.

Ling Lang shouted and asked, "Jun Hou, those Yin Souls, is it still possible to recover their spiritual intelligence?"

Guan Gong knew what he hated in his heart and what he thought in his heart, but he still shook his head and said, "None." ”

Ling Lang asked the Bai Qijun soul in the lotus platform with his soul thought, "Wu Anjun?"

Bai Qi pondered for a moment, and replied in the same way: "No." ”

At this time, Ling Lang suddenly understood why Guan Gong knew what happened to Lu Xun and them in the Seven Star Stack, and when the heroes asked to die in unison, they would be so thunderous and angry, and there was even a half-demonic phenomenon of black and white yin and yang faces. At this time, he felt a little empathy, although he had not fought with the heroes and martyrs of the year, but their spirit was the reason why Ling Lang felt that this country was worthy of being admired as the greatest belief of the Heavenly Empire.

"Huan Hou, kill them all. Mountains, dragons, and spirits, all of you, come out to me. Ling Lang, who looked like a fourteen or fifteen year old in the lotus platform, stood up suddenly, shouting loudly, and the five-colored vitality on his body swept around, looking like crazy.

Four mountains, four dragons, two rivers, and even the mountain spirit of the grandmother were all transformed around him.

The heart of a child is there, don't ask if there is no reason for anger.