The glow of the trees flickered through it, and then it bounced back as if it had touched a mirror.

The ghost light landed, revealing the figure of a ghost.

The shadow fell to the ground, only to feel a sweetness in his heart, and blood was spat out.

The blade of the sword refracted a dazzling light in the sunlight, and the shadow of the thorn could barely open its eyes. Subconsciously covered it with his hand, and his heart couldn't help but sink suddenly when he looked ahead, as if he smelled the breath of death.

"Great King?" the Phantom Shadow subconsciously let out an exclamation, looking at the ten Phantom Clan guards who surrounded him, and then sank his heart to the bottom.

A deep voice sounded, hidden with endless anger, like a volcano about to erupt: "Phantom, should you explain something to the widow?"

As soon as the first word of "I ......" came out, the shadow was speechless, and could only let out a long sigh.

The ghost looked at the shadow that fell to the ground and was pointed at by the ten guards with their swords, and his eyes flashed with a cold light: "The widow can understand you, but he can't tolerate you"

"You killed the two priests who sent you off," the ghost said slowly to the shadow, and his tone gradually became unfamiliar.

The ghost's eyes gradually hollowed, and the experience of this life flashed in his mind, and then turned into a sigh: "Providence is unbearable, what can I do about it"

"You killed the god for the sake of a Chinese girl, the widow understands this," the ghost said slowly to the ghost.

Then the conversation changed and shouted at the ghost: "But how should you explain the loss of the dark capital?"

"If the king thinks that the loss of the capital is also the work of the last general, then the last general has nothing to say" Phantom has grown up with the ghost since he was a child, and knows his character well. However, it is precisely because of this that he understands that no matter what he says now, he will inevitably die.

The ghost's eyes were red, and the green tendons on his fists burst out: "The ghost capital is lost, my ghost clan has become a lost dog, you can understand the hatred of the widow"

"Only death can appease the king's wrath," the shadow said to the ghost.

Boundless rage spreads, and the volcano suddenly erupts at this moment.

Qiang ......

The sound of drawing the sword sounded, and the ghost pointed the sword at the shadow, and roared: "The widow will fulfill you"

The voice of "Don't" came from the sky, and Youqian rushed to this place quickly.

However, it was too late.

I saw that the ghost's figure turned into a phantom, and the sword in his hand pierced into the ghost's heart. The shadow's figure faded and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Corpse Devouring Sword" Youqian looked at this scene with a blank brain, and subconsciously blurted out.

The sword was put into the scabbard, the sadness in the ghost's eyes flashed, and the Youqian who looked in front of him gradually revealed a majestic look.

"Why, Brother Wang, why did you kill him?" two lines of tears crossed, and Youqian asked Youqian.

The ghostly gaze gradually turned cold: "Because he deserves to die"

"Bring the eldest princess back," Yu Ling said without waiting for Yu Qian's reply, and then ordered to the guards standing beside him.

Ten Praetorian Guards bowed to the ghost: "Yes"

"Eldest princess, please ......," one of the guards said to Youqian, and the other nine guards slowly approached.

Looking at the nine guards who were approaching, Youqian immediately came to her senses, forcibly suppressed the sadness in her heart, and quickly retreated to avoid them.

Seeing Youqian's retreat, the guards suddenly accelerated and pounced.

A pitch-black light rose into the sky, and the nine guards who rushed in were blocked by the pitch-black light curtain when they were about to catch Youqian.

Youlu's heart sank for no reason, and he saw a teenager appear behind Youqian.

"Withdraw" the ghost looked at Augustine's figure, commanded the ten janissaries, turned into a ghostly light and flew into the sky.

Augustine didn't stop them, but watched them go.

Then he glanced at Youqian and said to her: "The deceased is gone, mourning"

After speaking, he took a step and left directly.

The desolate aura spread in this wood, and Jia Changsheng, who was in the ring, waved his hand, and a gray light flew over. If you look closely, you will see that this figure is a ghost.

The true spirit of the shadows?Jia Changsheng looked at this light and fell into deep thought. As a native of the ancient world, you may be able to find something interesting in it.

"Grandpa, I'm going like this, is it really okay?" Augustine asked Jia Changsheng in his heart.

Jia Changsheng looked at this gray light, and replied casually to Augustine: "There is nothing good or bad, it has nothing to do with you"

"Then why did the old man ask me to come to the rescue," Augustine looked puzzled.

Jia Changsheng smiled: "Because this is an interesting thing"

"Interesting?" Augustine's eyes looked a little more puzzled, and he didn't really find anything interesting in this matter.

Then he seemed to think of something and asked Jia Changsheng: "Is the shadow really dead?"

"Well, in your conventional understanding, he's dead," Jia Changsheng replied to Augustine.

Augustine paused: "Our conventional understanding?"

"If you become a god one day, you will have a deeper understanding of life and death from a broad perspective," Jia Changsheng said slowly to Augustine.

Augustine subconsciously blurted out in his heart, "God, can I become a god one day?"

"This question needs to be asked to yourself, not me," Jia Changsheng said meaningfully to Augustine.

Hearing Jia Changsheng's reply, Augustine quickly dispelled this undeserved thought, and then rounded the question back: "Is the phantom dead or not?"

"Although the man is dead, his true spirit has been intercepted by me," Jia Changsheng replied to Augustine.

Augustine listened to the unfamiliar words and continued to ask: "What is a true spirit?"

"What needs to be returned to heaven and earth after death is indestructible and fragile, and God can only resurrect the dead if he has a true spirit," Jia Changsheng explained to Augustine.

Augustine heard the explanation and continued to ask, "Could it be that the old man can resurrect the ghost?"

"I'm not a god, but I can know the memories of this life through the true spirit, and I may be able to get a lot of interesting things," Jia Changsheng said meaningfully to Augustine.

Augustine heard the word memory, and his puzzled expression became a little thicker: "Memory?

"It's of no direct use to you" Jia Changsheng perfunctorily, his eyes looked at the true spirit of the ghost, and gradually fell into deep thought.

The Ghost Race is a great wealth for the Darkness and the Ruins, as long as the Ghost Race is analyzed thoroughly, it will be of great help to the Returning Ruins to open up the real underworld.

With such a huge gold mine, wouldn't it be too boring if I didn't stick a shot in it.

Maybe you can also use this side to learn and understand the mystery of the cycle of life and death. Besides, even if it turns out that you think too much in the future, there is nothing to lose.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this is an experiment.