Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Village, a figure flashed like a trend, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the place where the voice came from.

Before he reached it, Ziqian felt a cold breath coming, and his expression couldn't help but tighten, and his speed slowed down.

In that cold air, a vague figure was suspended in the air, hazy, and it was impossible to see the other party's appearance.

Next to the figure, lay a young woman, whose face was pale and breathless.

"Dead?" Ziqian's divine sense fell on the woman's body, and he suddenly felt a cold breath, and that breath was like a dead breath, without any life.

Ziqian's expression changed, turning into a flash that appeared next to the void voice, and said in a condensed voice: "I can't imagine that there are really resentful spirits in this world."

The void figure, seeing Ziqian appear, hurriedly floated ten meters away, and said with some vigilance: "Cultivator?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't tell whether it was a male or female voice at all.

Ziqian knew this thing in his previous life.

It is said that after a person dies, some souls cannot be reincarnated as a human due to special reasons, so they become ghosts and wander the world.

These souls have some consciousness of their own, and can absorb the cold qi and gradually improve their strength.

When his strength is high enough to compete with the cultivators, they are not ghosts, but ghosts.

There are three types of spirits, and due to the different grudges before death, they will transform into three types of ghosts.

They are: fierce ghosts, evil ghosts, and resentful ghosts.

Evil ghosts and evil ghosts cannot be reincarnated due to some special reasons, so they stay in this world, their own strength is not strong, and rarely conflict with humans.

After death, their souls cannot see the sun, and can only walk at night, absorbing some of the cold breath between heaven and earth.

Absorb the cold breath and gradually know how to cultivate, and then enter the ranks of the ghost path.

These souls continue to cultivate, constantly cultivate for the cold breath, a hundred years for ghosts, a thousand years for the spirit, and ten thousand years for the soul.

And this resentful spirit in front of him, which has lived for at least a thousand years, can already kill human beings, and absorb their grievances, essence blood, and souls, and increase their own strength.

The body of the resentful spirit exudes a powerful resentment, and in the mist, a pair of eyes flashed with fierce light.

Of course, it is not easy for the resentful spirit to kill the cultivator, after all, the cultivator has charms and magic weapons on his body, and these things are things that the resentful spirit is extremely afraid of.

Ziqian didn't have a good impression of the resentful spirit, in his opinion, the resentful spirit did not belong to the things of the same realm, why should he stay in the world, he had no intention of making a move, glanced at the dead man, and said: "You have got what you want, get out of here quickly!" He is not a good person, and he will not risk his life to do these anti-violence and good things until he is sure that he can kill the other party.

The cultivation of this resentful spirit is obviously not low, and the resentment on his body is extremely strong, he looked at Ziqian coldly, and said coldly: "Cultivator, you'd better leave my business alone."

"I don't want to mind your business, it's just that I don't want to see you around, here are my friends." Ziqian stared at the resentful spirit, and said word by word, until this moment, he didn't have too many thoughts about killing the other party.

Zi Qian's body did not release breath, and the resentful spirit naturally didn't know Zi Qian's cultivation, and only regarded him as an ordinary cultivator.

The resentful spirit smiled coldly, his laughter was full of disdain, and said, "Can you deal with me with this little cultivation?" If it is an ordinary resentful ghost, you may be afraid of you cultivators, but I am a resentful spirit who has cultivated for more than a thousand years, and your little cultivation can't deal with me, so it is better to get out of here quickly, otherwise I will not be so patient with you." After saying that, his figure flashed and turned into a mist and went away.

The ghost path escape technique of the resentful spirit is quite good, and the speed is amazing, and it left the village in the blink of an eye.

Ziqian looked at the direction of the resentful spirit's departure, and chased after him without hesitation, he didn't want to kill the resentful spirit, but wanted to persuade him to get out of here quickly.

On the hill, the trees are dense, and the surrounding atmosphere is extremely cold, and it can be seen that this wraith is hidden here on weekdays.

Not far away, there is a small cave, and the cave is full of white bones, and the bones of animals and humans are intricately piled together.

The resentful spirit stopped outside the cave and looked coldly at Ziqian who was chasing after him, "Cultivator, don't go too far."

Ziqian also stopped, confronted the resentful spirit, and said, "As long as you leave here, I won't do anything to you." He didn't want to leave later, Fang Rong and the others were killed by this resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit thought for a moment and said, "It's impossible to leave here, if my guess is correct, you're worried that I will kill the brother and sister in the village!"

Ziqian was slightly stunned, this resentful spirit was so familiar with the affairs of the village that he even knew about him and the two siblings, thought for a while, and said, "If you promise me, I will leave here now, how about it?" He stared at the resentful spirit, and there was no joke on his solemn face.

The resentful spirit smiled coldly, his voice still hoarse, "Aren't you afraid that I will regret it after I promise you?"

Ziqian's expression did not change at all, and he still said in a condensed voice: "I believe in you."

"But I don't believe you." The voice of the resentful spirit suddenly raised its score, with anger and resentment, "I can have today, it is thanks to you cultivators, since the day I became a resentful ghost, I no longer believe in cultivators, I have been secretly cultivating the ghost path all these years, just hoping that one day I can cultivate the supreme dao technique, and then kill all the cultivators."

Thousand-year-old resentful spirits, cultivation is really good, and cultivators below the rotation period are not opponents at all.

It is said that the body that died back then will slowly grow out under the powerful Taoism, instead of appearing as a spirit as before, and is afraid of Taoism.

Seeing the resentful spirit releasing a strong resentment, Ziqian's heart was also cold, he didn't expect that the resentment of this resentful spirit was actually so strong.

The resentful spirit laughed and said, "Boy, count you unlucky, I happened to kill the millionth human today, but I was unexpectedly encountered by you." Speaking of this, he was hungry for a moment, and then continued: "It's been 10,000 years, and after today, it's 10,000 years, and I want all the cultivators to bury me with me." In his body, the resentment increased wildly and quickly condensed.

In less than a moment, a small black ball formed by resentment appeared in front of the resentful spirit, and with a call of his wrist, the small ball quickly circled above his head, and then flew straight towards Ziqian like a cannonball.

The speed of the small ball is very fast, and Zi Qian's breath has been locked by the resentful spirit, even if he casts the escape technique, it is difficult to escape the range of the resentful spirit's divine sense.

In the face of the attack of the resentful spirit, Ziqian's face was solemn, and a scorching flame was released above his hands, instantly forming six suns, and at the same time, the Heavenly Wall was also cast by him.

The Liuyang True Fire and the small ball formed by the resentment collided together, only to hear the sound of fluttering, and the Liuyang True Fire disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the small ball did not change much, and the offensive came to Ziqian's face without abating.

The Soul Slashing Knife suddenly released a dazzling black light and slashed down at the small ball.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, billowing smoke and dust rose from the air, and a huge impact force was generated at the moment when the Soul Slaying Knife and the small ball collided, and the huge force made the Soul Slaying Knife in his hand fly away, and his body flew out upside down like a cannonball, and his body broke a few trees with thick bowl mouths before falling.

Ziqian only felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, his body was like a pinprick in pain, and the true power in his body was less than a layer.

Standing up with difficulty, I just wanted to speak, but I felt a tightness in my chest, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

The resentful spirit looked at Ziqian from a distance, and with a call of his wrist, the soul slashing knife that flew to the side was sucked by him, and he touched it for a moment before he exclaimed, "Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a soul-destroying magic weapon in your hand, if you cultivate higher, I am really not your opponent."

"But ......" Speaking of this, the resentful spirit suddenly changed his words and said with a smile, "Your cultivation is not enough to pose a threat to me, and when I absorb your soul and achieve the unjust soul, even if I meet a cultivator in the out-of-body period, I may not be able to kill me." The huge resentment on his body rose to the sky and shrouded Ziqian.

Ziqian was shrouded in resentment, and only felt that the cold aura was rapidly condensing on the surface of his skin, and he wanted to enter his body, but he didn't know why, he just couldn't enter half a minute.

Although Ziqian didn't know what was wrong, he knew that this resentment had no effect on him, and he just wanted to take out the Gathering Spirit Pill from the storage bag and take it, but he remembered that the Gathering Spirit Pill had been eaten, and his heart was depressed.

The resentful spirit struck out with a spell, and a magic weapon appeared in front of him, and the one hand bone exuded a pitch-black light, "Boy, your ability is not small, and the resentment can't swallow you.

Ziqian smiled slightly, and said without worry: "Who said that if you don't have real power, you can't fight." In his hand, a blood-red sword suddenly appeared, and the long sword pointed at the resentful spirit.

"Are you a martial cultivator?" the resentful spirit was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "What about the martial cultivator, does that little cultivator also want to deal with me?"