Starting from Luoshui City, thousands of miles to the south, is Qingshui Pond.

A verdant mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, surrounded by a pool of clear water.

Standing next to the clear water, Nie Wushuang watched the fish chasing and frolicking in the blue water, breathing in the air with the smell of spirit, and was in a good mood.

According to the map, Nie Wushuang, who was in a good mood, did not fly, but stepped on the green grass along the edge of the wide clear water pond, listened to the creaking sound of being stepped on by him in the green grass, closed his walk, and enjoyed himself.

Among the six senses, Nie Wushuang felt a sense of tranquility and serenity.

When I looked up, there was a valley in front of me, on the wide green meadow, full of tents and stone houses, scattered all kinds of supplies, and high wooden fences surrounded these stone houses and tents.

The six senses probed, and in this wooden fence, except for a mess, there was not half a figure.

After a while, I saw a flash of light in the air, a figure fell on the edge of the fence, and Linghu, who was dressed in black, broke his bowels and clasped his fist at Nie Wushuang, who was five steps away from him, and said: "Lord Demon Saint is here in person, Linghu welcomes him late, and hopes to forgive his sins." ”

Nie Wushuang stepped forward slowly, did not speak, and walked into the wooden fence.

Linghu looked at this mess and said apologetically: "This spiritual vein is one of the best spiritual veins in the middle of my Yunmeng, in the past, tens of thousands of miscellaneous servants mined the associated spiritual stones here, and it was very lively. ”

The two walked almost side by side, slowly going deeper, only to see this messy place, full of broken shoes, raged clothes, pots and pans.

Linghu frowned slightly, and said to Nie Wushuang beside him: "Lord Demon Saint, forgive me, I only notified the miscellaneous servants here to evacuate yesterday, which is very hasty, and I will let people clean up this place tomorrow, my lord, why don't we go to the spiritual vein?"

Nie Wushuang nodded.

After walking out of the back door of the wide wooden fence, the two of them stood at the entrance of a huge artificially dug mountain peak, watching the hole slowly shrink from the outside to the inside, Ling Hu pointed to the hole and said: " Lord Demon Saint, this is the entrance to this spiritual vein, and it is also the only entrance here, the spiritual veins are distributed in the mountain range you see, if it weren't for the fact that this place is located in the middle of Yunmeng, and it is too close to the Heavenly Demon Cave, one of the eight forbidden places of Yunmeng, I am afraid that it is also good to choose to establish a sect here. ”

Nie Wushuang frowned and said: "Linghu City Lord, the matter of the spiritual vein, let's not mention it for the time being, I want to ask you, is it really as rumored by the outside world, ghost cultivation is really as rumored, it is necessary to be ruthless and unrighteous in order to cultivate a skill?"

Linghu listened to Nie Wushuang's words, nodded and said: "What the Demon Saint Lord has seen and heard, far beyond the younger generation, the so-called ghost cultivation is ruthless and unrighteous, that is just a one-sided word, life in the world, in a hurry for decades, after death, it can be regarded as an understanding of the relationship with the previous life, into the ghost clan, you must have a firm mind, if you have concerns, how can you practice with peace of mind? And the reason why the ghost clan can become a clan is because he has many harsh conditions, if he does not have great determination, great perseverance, and is willing to reincarnate, he will not enter the ghost clan. When I made the fox die violently and died violently, and when my soul left the body, I saw my relatives and friends crying together, how could I not feel sad in my heart?"

Nie Wushuang listened.

Linghu broke his gut with a reminiscent look, as if he was sentimental, and continued with sadness: "It's just a coincidence, there happened to be a ghost cultivator passing by that day, and saw that my soul body was strong, so he led me into the ghost clan and crossed me to be a ghost cultivator. ”

"Wives and families are separated, brothers turn against father and son, Lord Demon Saint, you should have seen too many of these, right?" Ling Hu asked rhetorically.

Nie Wushuang frowned deeply, and his mind kept thinking about the words that had just broken the bowels of Ling Hu, and he didn't react for a moment that Ling Hu was asking him a question.

After a long while, Nie Wushuang nodded back to his senses and said, "What if you see more?"

Linghu broke his intestines and suddenly said with a strange look on his face: "The well-informed Cloud Demon Saint, how can I be a mere ghost king who can speculate and ponder?" After speaking, his figure suddenly flashed, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Nie Wushuang only felt that the power of the Ghost King Realm was overwhelming, and the spiritual veins in his body suddenly surged up and down, and before he could react, the blood veins squeezed by the spiritual veins accelerated at the same time, and the irrepressible Nie Wushuang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You kid, dare to pretend to be the Great Sage of the Shocking Clouds, today is your death. The sound of the fox breaking his intestines sounded in the sky.

Nie Wushuang quickly turned the starry air and jumped up, only to find that the surrounding space was blocked by countless formations, and he jumped down, but he couldn't break through this space, and was pushed straight back to the ground.

At the same time, in mid-air, more than 20 masters equivalent to the Yuan Infant Realm all arrived, Ling Hu broke his intestines and took the lead, and the four people around him were the four major mixed city city lords, I saw that he was dead on the ghost head Zen staff at this time, and he condensed in the air and said expressionlessly: "Sixth-level trapped formation plus sixth-level killing array, plus three demon kings, four barbarian kings, two ghost kings, and six Yuanying;

Nie Wushuang frowned and looked at Linghu in mid-air, and doubts rolled in his heart: Could it be that this old guy recognized me? No? Bai Xuan didn't recognize me? I'm just afraid...... It was the knife of the Cuiyou Inn, which made Ling Hu feel the same breath as when he fought against him as a Cloud Shocking Demon Saint.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang was almost sure: Ling Hu guessed that the Cloud Shocking Demon Saint at the birthday banquet that day was himself.

The Linghu of the Ghost King Realm can become the master of one party, and it is not something that can be deceived casually.

At this moment, he was not in a hurry at all, there was a smile on his face, and he said loudly to Linghu Broken Intestines: "Linghu Broken Intestines, it seems that you have already recognized me?"

Linghu also said with a smile on his face: "After today, you have turned into ashes early, and you know so much, what's the use?"

Nie Wushuang said, "Just for a spiritual vein?"

Linghu suddenly rolled his eyes, revealing a huge murderous intent in his eyes, and said word by word: "The humiliation of the public, the hatred of taking the wife, and the hatred of robbery." Which one is not enough for me to kill you?"

Ling Hu's words already showed that he had seen that Nie Wushuang was the Shocking Cloud Demon Saint, and he also saw that the Shocking Cloud Demon Saint was Nie Wushuang.

Linghu didn't dare to underestimate this Jiedan monk disguised as the Cloud Shocking Demon Saint at all, he had fought against this pretender twice, knowing that the opponent's combat power was extremely strong, how could he dare to take it lightly?

For Nie Wushuang, this game is extremely dangerous.

This is not the original treatment of the group of knots outside Tiger City, and the bosses of this group of mixed cities will not have reservations because of his purification technique.

Linghu broke his intestines and put on such a battle, which is to kill him.

Looking at Linghu and breaking his bowels, Nie Wushuang was curious in his heart, and simply said directly: "Courage, if I am really a Cloud Shocking Demon Saint, do you dare to do this?"

Linghu didn't seem to be willing to say more, closed his eyes and shook his head, waved his ghost-headed Zen staff, and said slowly: "Suffer death!"