Chapter 168: Wuhua

The atmosphere around Shenglian Lake is very tense. The Great Qin soldiers were fully armed, patrolling back and forth around the Holy Lotus Lake. An Xian walked half a circle by the lake, and met no less than twenty immortal cultivators disguised as ordinary people.

An Xian didn't take a second look at the Holy Lotus Lake. She knew in her heart that Liyuan knew that she liked to collect ghosts, and a place like the Holy Lotus Lake where the heroic spirits were dense was definitely a place that Liyuan was focused on. Is this going to wait and see?

Yue Peng and the heroes in the lake don't know the peace after plastic surgery. They just thought her breath was familiar.

Pretending to be an ordinary tourist, he wandered around the shore of Shenglian Lake, tasted the famous local snacks, and left quietly.

Out of the Holy Lotus City, he walked with a sword and flew straight to the Xingxia Empire.

Qu Zheng's disappearance, there are no clues. Even if there are thousands of reluctances, you can only put it down for the time being. If there is a fate, I will definitely meet Qu Zheng again.

The Ghost Temple, located in Xingxia Prefecture - Suzhou.

It is said that it was once very prosperous.

At the beginning, the Six Realms were in a scuffle, and the Ghost Realm was shattered, causing a large number of powerful ghost cultivators to wander into the world, and the Ghost Temple was achieved. With the demise and ascension of these ghost cultivators, the ghost temple declined.

With the rare Yin aura in the world, it is difficult to raise a powerful ghost cultivator.

However, emaciated camels are bigger than horses.

An Xian still remembers that when she was a ghost, according to the current time, it should be more than two hundred years later, when she was caught in the ghost temple. At that time, the Ghost Shrine was still crowded among the middle sects, and it was many times stronger than the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. The hall master Wuhua is cultivated to be profound, his wrist is strong, and the sect is thriving, and there is a great tendency to revivenation. If it weren't for the fog that later soared, the Ghost Temple might have really risen again, but unfortunately, when it was reborn in peace, that is, thousands of years later, the Ghost Temple had fallen to only three or two big cats and kittens.

However, when An Xian followed his memories and re-stepped on the land of the ghost temple, he had the illusion that he had returned to being a ghost.

This is clearly a ghost temple thousands of years later!

There are ruins everywhere, and there is not a single ghost or figure.

Walking in the dusty alleyway, An Xian was full of doubts.

"Anyone?" An Xian shouted loudly, echoing loudly.

"Anyone?"

"Anyone?"

"Whoa," a flock of crows flew up from the ruins. They don't fly far, they land on the old dry trees, tilting their heads and staring at the rest.

A withered, dark red hand reached out to the surface and slapped down with a clatter, stirring up a cloud of dust. A withered, dark red hand clasped the ground, and a head slowly rose from the ground.

This skull has no scalp, and naturally has no hair, eyebrows, eyes, etc. In the dark red and white, you can clearly distinguish which are muscles and which are bones, and you can easily find the original eyes, nose, and mouth.

The head spun around in a dripping circle, and finally stopped at An Xian, and just stared at An Xian in a daze. Because he didn't have eyeballs, An Xian wasn't sure if he was looking at himself.

"Hey—" An Xian squeezed out a smile, raised his right hand, and shook it. She was a ghost in a geist state before she was reborn, and she didn't have much to do with this kind of corpse-like ghost. At first glance, it is inevitable to be a little frightened.

"Shhh Without warning, he suddenly jumped out of the ground and threw himself at An Xian.

An Xian flashed to the side, and at the same time stretched out his leg and hooked.

The ghoul just grunted, fell, and rolled on the spot twice.

An leisurely shook his head. What a stupid ghost! This corpse is skinless, red and white, it looks really scary, and it is really not good to move. Looking at his cultivation carefully, he will enter the second level of the spiritual realm.

"Why aren't you afraid?" a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy jumped out from behind the rubble and glared at An Xian in disgust.

His hair was unkempt, his face and body were dirty, and he was completely beggar-like. "Shouldn't you scream? Shouldn't you be ...... like this," he clenched his hands into fists around his waist and kicked his legs quickly, making a panic to run.

An Xian learned from him, ran on the spot, and said, "Do you have to scream while running, mom-ghost-help-"

The boy paused and nodded vigorously at An Xian. "Yes!" he suddenly shouted furiously, "Are you a human!

An smiled leisurely, and it was unpredictable. "Little brother, do I really look that human?" she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it on her lips.

"Mom-hell-help-" The boy's legs alternated rapidly. This time, instead of standing still, he ran as fast as he could, rolling up dust like smoke.

In the blink of an eye, the boy ran away without a trace. His screams faded away and became inaudible.

An Xian was stunned for a moment, and then sneered. A ghost cultivator who is afraid of ghosts? Doesn't he want people to laugh off their big teeth?

The ghoul got up and spun around in a daze. His poor IQ prevented him from comprehending what was really going on.

An idle flick of his finger. A cloud of spiritual power struck the ghoul's eyebrows. The spiritual power swirled around in the ghoul's body and returned to An Xian's hands. With a flick of his fingers, this spiritual power dissipated. The general situation of the ghouls is already clear.

"Follow me. "Calmly check the left hand at the ghoul. A blue light shoots out from the skull mouth of the skull artifact. The blue light fell on the ghouls, shining on them from top to bottom.

The poor ghoul cultivation is too low. He failed to put up any effective resistance, and he went along with the leisure. He answered with a "yes" and followed suit.

The boy who had fled ran back again. He had come to look for his ghouls, and when he saw An Xian from afar, he immediately turned around and ran.

After a while, the boy's head popped out from behind the rubble again, and then retracted again.

When he saw it, he accepted it and said loudly, "I want to join the Ghost Temple." If there are still living people in the ghost temple, come out and squeak. ”

The boy's head popped out from behind the ruins again, and he said quickly and timidly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

An Xian touched his face. Just this morning, she had another makeover. There is no way, no matter how it is not rectified, she will fully recover. Alas, plastic surgery failed, my face really looks so scary?

"If I were human, you wouldn't be afraid. Wouldn't you be happy if I were a ghost?You're about to become a ghost master with a powerful ghost servant!" An Xian couldn't help but teach earnestly.

"Uh...... You're right...... It seems to be right. Wait, wait, don't come here!" the boy waved his hand violently at An Xian from behind the ruins, stopping An Xian from moving forward. Only, his restraint was as weak as his pale wave.

An Xian walked to the ruins, stretched out his hand, grabbed the young man's arm, and tugged hard. The boy fell from the other end of the ruins and rolled at his feet.

"Sister, don't kill me! I am Wuhua, the grandson of the Four Elders of the Ghost Temple. The boy lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face.