"Thank you." Xu Man looked at Gu Xu beside him and said softly.

On the cloudy mountain, she was dressed in a low-key and inconspicuous dress, only the pink silk flowers on her chest were burning and dazzling.

"There's no need to thank you so early," Gu Xu smiled, "Actually, this old monster is not dead yet." ”

"Not dead?" Xu Man frowned slightly.

With her strong spiritual perception ability of a saint powerhouse, she could no longer find the slightest trace of the existence of the Ghost King of Pishan in this world.

"You come with me."

Gu Xu squinted his eyes as he spoke.

In his field of vision, countless dense threads of cause and effect appeared.

He followed the lines and walked deeper into the cavern.

As he reached out his hand, it slowly swept through the air as if it were dust.

It is like an invisible eraser, erasing false illusions and revealing the true face of the world.

Xu Man was surprised to see that in this seemingly empty cave, there were still a few coffins hidden!

It's just that compared with the gorgeous golden silk nanmu coffins before, these coffins look much simpler, without exquisite carvings, no jewelry decoration, and the fir coffins used in peace are no different.

Gu Xu's heart moved.

Several coffin lids instantly floated into the air, and exploded with a "bang", and sawdust splashed everywhere, like fireworks.

Immediately after, in each coffin, a few broken white bones popped out, like a few headless flies, twisting and fleeing in all directions.

Gu Xu stretched out his hand and pointed at them lightly.

Bright fires burst out, instantly illuminating the entire cave as if it were daylight. Those scattered and fleeing white bones seemed to have suffered a curse, and quickly turned into ashes under the blazing fire of the fire, and finally returned to dust, and the earth returned to the earth, and there was no trace of it.

"The bones in these coffins are also the back hands left by the Ghost King of Bishan," Gu Xu looked at Xu Man next to him and explained, "At present, they have no strength and no spiritual intelligence.

"But in a few decades, a few hundred years, every bone here will grow into a new mountain ghost king."

Xu Man was silent for a moment and sighed: "This old thing is really afraid of death!" ”

"It was originally the embodiment of the resentment of the emperors of the Great Chu Dynasty," Gu Xu said, "It exists because of the hatred of the country." The Great Qi Dynasty is immortal, and it will not die easily.

"Only now, it's up to us to complete this great cause of revenge for it."

As Gu Xu spoke, he put the black ashes left by the Ghost King of Bishan into a bottle, and then put it into the "Xianyun Residence".

"Let's go," he continued, "it's time to pay homage to the souls of the dead at the hands of this demon." ”

…………

The news of the death of the Ghost King of the Mountains soon spread throughout the Great Wilderness.

Although the momentum of Daqi is amazing, it has occupied almost half of the country in a very short period of time.

However, Gu Xu, as the lord of a country, dared to appear directly near Luojing, and slaughtered a notorious fierce god-level ghost with Xu Man, which still shocked the Great Qi court.

"Gu Yi appeared in Pishan today, so will he directly enter Luojing tomorrow?" Many of the Great Qi officials thought to themselves in panic, "Can Your Majesty really stop him?" ”

At the same time, Gu Xu led his monks to the ancient altar on the outskirts of Daxing City and held a large-scale memorial ceremony.

There are hundreds of temporary tablets made of runes, some of which are engraved with their names, representing the members of the previous generation of the Shenji Battalion who unfortunately died, and most of the rest are blank, representing the many ordinary people who have died at the hands of the Ghost King of Bishan for many years.

In the center of the altar, Gu Xu was dressed in a black robe, and his demeanor was solemn and solemn.

Around the altar, many monks stood solemnly.

Gu Xu took the ashes left by the Ghost King of Bishan as a sacrifice, placed them in front of these tablets, and softly recited the "Mantra of Death" in his mouth:

"With my edict, you will be supercharged with ghosts, ghosts and ghosts, and the four lives will be ......"

A plainly dressed young man stood at the end of the crowd, silently watching the scene in front of him.

He wears a slightly worn hat, low-key and silent, and no one notices his presence.

This person is none other than Su Xiao, the current pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion.

Although the Sword Pavilion is now nominally not returning to Great Xia.

But this did not prevent him from quietly coming here to witness the complete demise of his father's killer.

The revenge was avenged, and a trace of joy did flash in his heart.

But this joy was soon overshadowed by deep, complicated mourning.

His nose was sour, and his vision became a little blurry.

What if the ghost king of Bishan died?

His father would never again teach him to practice swords hand in hand under the blooming peach blossoms. That carefree childhood, he can never go back.

…………

In a dilapidated and gloomy side hall of Cuiwei Palace, a few rays of sunlight barely squeezed into the room through the window lattice, illuminating the dust floating in the air. In the corners and beams, cobwebs are woven into gray-white mussel shells, the antique furniture is almost broken, and the patterns of the wood have peeled off.

In the corner of the side hall, there was a depressed young man, who was Xiao Shangyuan, the captured prince of Great Qi.

His face was gloomy, his eyes were blank, staring out the window at the verdant green hills, looking like he was wandering and decadent. Sunlight shines through the side of his face, casting a somewhat distorted silhouette on the wall behind him.

Since surrendering, Xiao Shangyuan has been under house arrest by Gu Xu's side. However, it is not so much about being imprisoned as it is about being treated preferentially. Gu Xu never put shackles on him, nor did he seal his true yuan or restrict his freedom of movement. Although the side hall is old, it is quiet and comfortable, and life is safe.

But Xiao Shangyuan never had the courage to escape.

He knew that every corner of the Great Wilderness was under Gu Xu's gaze. As long as he takes this side step, the next moment he will definitely encounter an accident and his soul will be scattered.

And these days, no one has come to visit him, except for the paper servants who deliver the meal.

He spends his days with leisure.

The days when he had nothing to do made him cranky.

After the Battle of Liangzhou, he chose to surrender because he was afraid of death. His mind went blank, forgetting his identity, dignity and ambitions, and thinking only about how to save his life.

But afterwards, he couldn't help but wonder how the history books would record him, the commander who surrendered on his knees, whether he would be left behind for 10,000 years, and whether his younger brothers were secretly mocking him for his weakness and incompetence in Luojing City......

Just as Xiao Shangyuan was in a restless mood, the door of the side hall was suddenly pushed open with a "creak". Sunlight poured in, washing away the gloom in the room.

Xiao Shangyuan subconsciously raised his head, and what caught his eye was a slender and upright figure, slowly stepping into the side hall. The sunlight cast behind itself, outlining the man's silhouette with exceptional clarity.

It was Gu Xu.