It was only a few breaths, and there was a rumbling thunder from Lan Jiechen's abdomen, no less powerful than the great waterfall pouring down from the cliff. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Lan Jiechen had already prepared, but his whole body trembled in pain, his eyes were dilated for a while, his pale face was covered with beads of sweat, and he almost fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

Wisps of black smoke came out of the body, accompanied by an extremely unpleasant stench, and the stench was overwhelming. Without saying a word, Thresa and the others immediately covered their noses, lifted the roof of the car and fled.

Lan Jiechen half-knelt a little, and said as he pleased, frantically counterattacking the intruders. The bones were crisp, the thunder was weakened, and Lan Jiechen slowly stood up with his hands on the ground, his clothes blowing and hunting.

His eyes were as pure and beautiful as black gems, and his expression was indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails were black, and countless black qi wriggled under Lan Jiechen's skin like a nematode, and his appearance was seeping.

Lan Jiechen had to admit that he still underestimated the black snowflakes too much after all, and it took a quarter of an hour to fully digest them, and the inhuman pain also tortured him for a quarter of an hour.

He burped, exhaled a mouthful of black turbidity, and everything returned to normal. The smell of black turbidity is a thousand times stronger, skipping everyone's sense of smell to the soul.

Seresa covered her nose with her jade hands and covered her mouth, her face was pale, her stomach was motidal and pantothenic, her eyes stared directly at Lan Juechen without shifting a bit, and her flickering gaze could not hide the horror from her soul.

This man is terrible!

How did he do it?!

Lan Jiechen silently recited the Ice Heart Mantra, calmed his restless heart, looked around at everyone, and finally turned his gaze to the four beasts, and said in a deep voice: "Do you feel like you are acquainted?"

Wu Liang's bloodline is extraordinary, and he is called secluded from the top to the immortal and the bottom to the underworld. Walking between life and death, he was still sensitive to this force, his pupils contracted sharply, and he lost his voice: "Ghost-like!"

"Hmm. Lan Jiechen nodded, his eyebrows raised, and his expression was very solemn.

The cynical expressions on Liang Huayu and Broken Lang's faces disappeared, their faces sank like water, and the cold water lingered around them, and they folded their fingers.

The strange racial talent of the ghosts was terrifying, and Lan Jiechen once believed that the large-scale wars between the races were the result of the ghosts manipulating behind their backs, or it would be more accurate to call them evil spirits.

The devil whispers, but he can make it retreat with his own will, and he has a strong and righteous heart, and he is not afraid of the devil.

Ghosts are invisible, taking advantage of the collapse of people's hearts and the weakest consciousness, they are integrated into the soul of the person, and they become one with it, and you and I cannot be distinguished.

For example, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, I don't know if Zhuang Zhou dreamed of himself becoming a butterfly, or the butterfly became Zhuang Zhou.

The ghost is the spirit of the previous era, and it can escape in the cosmic reincarnation catastrophe, I am afraid that there is another hidden secret. But this demon world is full of endless evils, and it is simply the best nest for ghosts.

"They're not going to ......"

Lan Jiechen sighed lightly, trying to calm his mind, thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to Thérèsa, his eyes surging with runes.

Thresa didn't know what Lan Jiechen's eyes meant, and lightly opened her red lips and said, "What is a ghost?"

Facing the puzzled expressions of Thresa and the two daughters of Blood Phoenix, Lan Jiechen told everything he knew. After hearing this, Seresa couldn't help but laugh at Lan Jiechen, who was too unfounded and worried, and mediocre people disturbed themselves. The blood phoenix that inherited the ancestors had never heard of the ghost-like race, and would be suspicious of it.

Thresa said that if there are really ghosts, then every demon is suspicious, and every demon is so virtuous, even herself. The demon world is full of countless sinful desires, isn't it the perfect hotbed for ghosts.

Lan Jiechen naturally didn't explain much about this, but his heart seemed to be pressed by a big stone, and he was a little out of breath.

Maybe Thérèsa was right, but ghosts were much more tyrannical than demons, and pure indiscriminate killing was only one way for them to get their own food and cultivate.

But the demons are different, they cultivate the mental method, and they can absorb the aura of heaven and earth to enhance their own cultivation.

If the demon world is ambushed on all sides for them, then the existence of ghosts is nine deaths and one life for them.

If your identity is revealed, you will definitely die!

Lan Jiechen thought back to the past, recalling the gloomy days in the early stage of the Eternal Ancient Star, and at that time, there was often a sense of crisis without warning in his heart.

A lightning bolt flashed in his mind, Lan Jiechen wanted to catch it, but the lightning flashed away, and he knew that was the answer. The answer is so close to oneself, yet so far away.

Suddenly!

Lan Jiechen turned around suddenly, his ears moved slightly, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but roar angrily: "These fools, how can they be so virtuous!

Before everyone could react, a roar distorted the heavens and the earth, overwhelming the world, surging and tyrannical, destroying everything that passed. Everything in front of Lan Juechen's eyes turned into ash and drifted away with the wind, no less than a nuclear explosion scene.

"Gollum!" Lan Jiechen's throat surged, swallowed his saliva, his hands clenched into fists at some point, and his palms were sticky, trying to calm his beating heart, his feet were weak and trembling.

It's just a little bit, it's almost a little bit, and he is also wiped out, the other party's cultivation is strong, and Fei Lan Jiechen can be level-headed at the moment.

Thresa and the others were stunned, like a statue fixed on the spot, their hearts were raised to their throats, and they looked at a few black shadows in front of them, and they didn't dare to move for a while.

"What's going on?!"

"Who is making such a big noise, not afraid of disturbing Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"Your Royal Highness Princess, is there anything wrong?!"

The people in the rear heard the movement and quickly arrived, and it was Chu Fengmad who had fought with Lan Jiechen.

Chu Feng saw everyone standing motionless like statues, Lan Jiechen's hands were clenched into fists, and the Dao power was gushing, and the immortal mist was swirling, and it would explode at any time.

After a few breaths, he stared at the empty and flat earth in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Dead, all dead?!, they're all dead!" Seretha shuddered after some time later. At this moment, Thresa felt fear in every bone of herself, and death took over her entire brain.

"Dead, all dead. The Blood Phoenix muttered, but it was much calmer than Thresa.

Long.

Lan Jiechen slowly let go of his fists, his eyes returned to profundity, his Dao power tended to be calm, his hands trembled behind his back, he took a deep breath, and walked forward, his steps firm. They reacted to the cold and followed closely, and Thresa and Blood Phoenix looked at each other for a few seconds, and the silver teeth bit secretly, and they also kept up with the pace.

Walking behind Lan Jiechen and them, Thresa suddenly felt that her fear was swept away, and she was lazy and warm, and she looked at the blood phoenix and found that the same was true for the blood phoenix. Seeing that Thresa and the Blood Phoenix were drifting apart, the demons had to grit their teeth and keep up with their thoughts of their purpose and duty.

Dozens of miles of road are only a few steps for a cultivator, but this time I feel that the road ahead is thousands of miles, and I only see the end but I don't see the long road.

Hallucination?

Mirage?

Thresa wanted to walk side by side with Lan Jiechen and them several times, but found that the previous fear once again filled the entire big head, and the whole skeleton of her body was fighting like chaff, and her soul trembled.

Not to mention the other demon heroes, most of them stopped acting recklessly after trying once, and some even almost died because of it.

Zilong alone struggled to support, Zilong's image was much higher in the eyes of the demons, but the demons didn't know that Zilong had suffering and couldn't say it, he wanted to give up countless times, but whenever he saw Lan Juechen and them walking around like this, how could he pull his face when he was arrogant.

He's the dragon at the top of the pyramid!

"You're all bards?" said Thérèsa as she stared at Lan Juechen's pace, remembering the arrogant minstrels.

"Well, to be precise, we're all chanters. Lan Jiechen replied softly, his tone was normal, and his previous fear was swept away.

The demons and celestials are judged by soul contagion, rather than having to summon the Emperor of the Singing and Dancing Elves. The whole grading system is extremely detailed and complete, which is completely contrary to the fault line inherited by singers and dancers in the outside world.

In the same way, the chant means noble, in the upper class of the higher demon race, superior to others. The status of the chant is even higher than that of the witch doctor.

"What a bunch of demons. Chu Feng smiled bitterly, it was really shocking.

"Freaks. Zilong couldn't help but bury it.

Most of the demons behind him are the pride of the heavens of all races, and no matter how dull they are at this time, they can react, this is a contest between the chanters. They have a little more respect for Lan Juechen.

"Sure enough......" Lan Jiechen's heart was like being hit by a hammer, his pupils contracted slightly, and he finally saw who was under the veil in front of him.

They also reacted against the cold, and they couldn't help but relax a little in their hearts, and they all set their eyes on Lan Jiechen.

"What's wrong?" asked Seresa as she felt the atmosphere between the five brothers turn weird.

"There are two of my old friends ahead, and we can't die. Lan Jiechen said slowly, but he didn't notice that his voice was a little trembling, and his hands couldn't help but tremble a little.

No one knows how long it has been, no one knows how far it has been.

Tireless, not boring, clearly conscious, but doing puppet-like things, repeating mechanical movements. It's like a dream, but it's so real.

"Listen, as if there was a singing. Someone in the crowd spoke.

Lan Jiechen had already slowly closed his eyes, and when the voice sounded, he stopped, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Finally made a move." ”

The melody lingers, and when you listen closely, a deep but ethereal feeling will immediately take over the heart, as if all the hustle and bustle has passed, and a beautiful picture comes to mind, as if you are in it, in the poignant world woven by the singer.

"The tears of youth are fulfilled, and the smoke is faint.

The gray snow night talks sleeplessly, and the grass and flowers are not withered on the land.

The ripples wrinkled the wind and frightened the field, so he drove the pulp to Lingbo.

It is more difficult to round the trace of mercy, but the river and sea will be exhausted in the year.

The cicada wings and moon shadow only I know, I have to step on the astonishment and magnificence, and the thoughts have been scattered.

The boy who sleepwalked through the fairyland was only the back of knocking on the door, and the secret door was a little stranger to be younger, but it was difficult for me to open it.

The jade rabbit behind the door, as always, splits the edge of the virtual and the real, and has long since lost the courage to embark on a trip that says go, and no longer has the passion of obsessing with dreams all night.

But, before the age is completely old.

I look forward to the day when I see my face again.

I am willing to repay the tears of youth, still when I am not old.

The dancing shadows in the garden do not stop,

It seems to be a smile for youth.

Friends who have gone all over the world,

Handle and warm the old song.

......”

The end of the song.

Lan Jiechen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, he was already in the vast grassland, the breeze was slow, and the spring fragrance was long. The blue sky is cloudless, as if the tenderness of nature has been given here.

Serensa, Xuefeng and others are not there, only Reverse Shui Han, Liang Huayu, Broken Waves, and Wu Liang are around.

Seven young women with thin veils talked and laughed for a few tens of meters, and then sang and danced for a while. There were three women with musical instruments in front of them, and the expressions and demeanors of two of them were very familiar to Lan Jiechen - Qin Yun and Qin Xue.

In the Yingge Yan Dance, a woman has a super dusty temperament, wearing a golden feather coat, her every move is so natural and graceful, a few points more than other women, but Lan Juechen knows that it is immortal.

The woman in the golden feather robe withdrew the jade hand on the guqin, folded it in front of her abdomen, her head was slightly raised, and her eyes on the tulle were like two stars, flashing and flashing, smart and wonderful, but she said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Lan Jiechen and Reverse Water Han glanced at each other, performed a ritual among singers and dancers, and said, "The younger Lan Jiechen can see the legendary thorn bird in the demon world, which is really a blessing for three lives. ”

"Hmm. The golden-threaded feather-clad woman's eyelids drooped, as if she was a little impatient with Lan Jiechen's ordinary polite words.

"Are those friends of the younger generation still alive?" In this case, Lan Jiechen was straight to the point, but as soon as Lan Jiechen opened his mouth, he asked about the safety of Serensa, judging from the subtle changes in the demeanor of the woman in the golden silk feather coat, it seemed to be expected and unexpected.

"You are not a demon, and you are mortal enemies of the demons, wouldn't their death be better for you. Don't do it, you have fallen into demons, colluding with the demon clan to kill all living beings and all souls, and destroy all universes. The golden-threaded woman said lightly.

"They're my friends, that's all. They are the same as Qin Yun and Qin Xue in my heart. Lan Jiechen raised his right hand and pointed directly at the two women in the crowd, and the rest did not explain, with a breath of anger in his mouth, which was very firm.

"Ah~" Qin Xue was quite happy, Lan Juechen really recognized her. "How did Lan Gongzi recognize me and Yun'er. ”

Lan Jiechen smiled slightly, and said sincerely: "You are my friends. ”

"Hmph!" Qin Yun snorted coldly, "The demon murmurs, and the oil cavity is slippery." The disgust in his eyes was a little more complicated, and even Qin Yun herself began to not understand her own thoughts, obviously disgusted with Lan Jiechen, but did not refute Lan Jiechen's friend.

Why is that?

Qin Yun silently spoke, falling into deep thought.

The index finger of the woman in the golden feather coat trembled, her starry eyes flickered, and she said in a clear voice: "Since you are your friend, you are naturally fine." While the palace did not change his mind, he left as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, Lan Jiechen shook his head, stretched out his right hand into the void, and a piece of grass flew into his fingers. The grass is tender and green, and there are a few drops of dew hanging on it, exuding a light fragrance and refreshing people's hearts.

But I saw that the woman in the golden feather coat trembled lightly, and her eyes were a little strange.

Lan Juechen's eyeball runes gushed, and his right hand quietly ignited the hellfire, the fire was blazing, burning people's souls, and the dew slid down, evaporating with a few sounds.

The grass suddenly came to life, trembling violently, and wanted to get out of his hands, accompanied by bursts of terrible screams, not like the world.

"Ghosts. ”

Lan Jiechen sighed lightly, how could he let it break free, the hellfire rose and burned the grass into ash in an instant, and a strong stench followed.