He Ling Jiang spun around and jumped to the other side of the pavilion, and the black qi quickly turned around and attacked her, and there was a cold evil aura in the thick black air mass.

He Lingjiang hooked the pavilion pillar with one hand, and the whole person flew outside the pavilion to avoid her blow, and the two fingers of his right hand were put together and quickly drew a rune in the void, and then turned his fingers into palms and slapped at her.

"Wow ......"

The black qi was hit by her, and she let out a miserable howl, and the swirling black qi gradually faded away, revealing the gray figure in it.

The figure was slender and slender, with a graceful posture.

She raised her head, a hibiscus face was even more beautiful, but her left cheek was covered with a scorched black for no reason at the moment, as if it had been burned by a foreign object, and even the whole face couldn't help but be distorted, and it lost a little bit of beauty for no reason.

He Lingjiang stood still in the pavilion, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he saw this, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I accidentally hit you in the face." ”

Most little ladies in the world cherish their appearance, and they feel distressed for every bit of damage. Come to think of it, even if the person in front of him is a ghost, it should be like this.

She covered her face with one hand at this time, and the hatred in her eyes was even stronger, if there was substance, it seemed that she had to tear He Lingjiang into pieces and swallow it into her stomach.

He Lingjiang sighed and said, "I haven't done it for a long time, and I will inevitably lose a few points of accuracy." ”

She didn't think that this palm would be slapped on the face of the ghost, not to mention, even the power was not as good as before, and the ghost had to suffer more.

She whispered softly to the female ghost: "I will definitely start more heavily next time, and strive to solve it as soon as possible, without leaving too much pain." ”

When the female ghost heard this, her heart was even more angry, and the hatred in her ghost eyes was about to pour out.

The ferocious aura on her body skyrocketed, and the black nails on the tips of her claws grew in the wind, and she grabbed He Lingjiang with one body.

He Lingjiang slapped her wrist sideways, leaving scorching marks, but the female ghost did not retreat but continued to pounce on her.

Thinking about congratulating Jiang Fangcai's words, it really angered her, and there was a strong evil aura in every move, and there was a tendency to vow not to give up until the goal was achieved.

He Lingjiang bent down on his back, avoiding her attack, and then his feet swirled slightly behind her, retreated to the fence of the pavilion, his hands were sealed against each other, his ten fingers flew and then raised, and he shouted softly: "Scatter!" ”

The female ghost who had just turned around was hit by the oncoming sigil in an instant, and the light on her body was shining, and then the entire soul body gradually collapsed.

He Lingjiang stepped forward and was about to chant a spell to take her away, but the pavilion under his feet shook suddenly, and the figure also took the opportunity to turn into a puff of black gas and plunged into the lake.

The surface of the lake rippled suddenly, and then it returned to calm, with the occasional breeze blowing and rippling a little.

He Lingjiang stared at the surface of the lake, and the breath had disappeared without a trace, making people feel nothing.

The fog around the pavilion gradually faded, and she looked to the shore, but she still couldn't see them.

Not good! She said secretly in her heart.

This female ghost was seriously injured at this time, and her soul collapsed, and there was He Lingjiang, a mysterious man, who was staring at her to take her down, for her, the best choice at the moment was not to shrink up and recuperate, but to take the risk of replenishing it, and wait until the ghost spirit rose to have a fight.

He Ling Jiang raised his sleeves, lifted the wooden plank in the pavilion and threw it on the surface of the lake, and ran towards the shore with a slight point under his feet.

Sure enough, as soon as I got close to the shore, I felt that the fog around me was thicker, and the whole person was wrapped in the thick fog, and I couldn't see anything in front of me.

The soft and slightly cool thin strips brushed her neck, and He Ling Jiang raised his hand to brush it away, this is the willow tree he saw before, even though it has been obscured, it is still rippling branches in the thick fog.

It's just that there is a thick fog all around, and there is no trace of Aman and the lady at all.

He Ling Jiang raised his voice and called: "Aman! ”

In the mist, the sound came out only two feet, and it seemed to be blocked by a wall and bounced back.

She pinched the tip in her hand, her wide sleeves slightly raised, and the thick fog that lingered around her seemed to touch the sunlight and gradually dissipated.

He Lingjiang stepped forward and called again: "Aman, where are you?" ”

This time, the sound passed through the thick fog and traveled far away.

She walked with a mystical step, and everywhere she passed, the fog dissipated and ceased to coalesce.

He Lingjiang called a few more times.

After a long time, a voice faintly came: "Lady, Lady, I'm here!" ”

The fog was thick, and the sound was a little ethereal, as if it had come from far away.

She concentrated, following the direction from which the voice came, but when she walked a dozen or so feet, she saw a faint light emanating from the thick mist.

She walked briskly past and called, "Aman." ”

The light moved slightly, and Aman said in surprise: "Seven ladies!" ”

She waited until He Lingjiang approached before she could see her clearly.

"You're back, Seventh Lady!" Ah Man looked excited, and he was still holding the bronze mirror in his hand, and the glimmer of light was emitted by this bronze mirror.

"I took this lady with me, and I was about to find the exit, but suddenly there was a fog around us, and we were trapped here. I tried to walk a few laps, but I just kept spinning in circles. ”

"It doesn't matter." He Lingjiang said, "It's the evil that came ashore." ”

The little lady next to her couldn't help but exclaim when she heard this, and said in a trembling voice: "That...... Did the evil man come ashore? ”

He Lingjiang bowed slightly, seeing that she was very frightened, he continued: "This little lady doesn't need to be afraid, with me, it will definitely be fine." ”

The little lady looked at her, and her eyes couldn't help but show a little surprise.

During the fight, the Kunlun Nu mask on her face had fallen somewhere, and at this time, a white face was exposed in front of people, bullying frost and snow, with delicate facial features, and a beautiful and beautiful one.

It's just that the lady in front of her is too young, but at the age of fourteen or fifteen, she looks younger than her. At such a young age, can you really drive away this evil?

Ah Man seemed to see the suspicion in her eyes, and said, "My lady is amazing." Why did you say that evil thing suddenly came ashore, I think it was because my lady was scared and fled from her nest. ”

Hearing her say this, the little lady was a little fixed in her heart.

The surrounding smoke lingers, and the mist bypasses the place, sending the fragrance of wisps of lotus flowers.

The little lady couldn't help but take a deep breath and wondered: "It's not spring yet, where is the fragrance of lotus flowers?" ”

He Lingjiang frowned, sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, and really smelled a fragrance.

She immediately said, "Hold your breath! ”

When Aman heard this, he hurriedly held his breath, but the little lady had already taken several sips in a row, and it was too late to hold her breath at this time.

Immediately afterward, there was a faint singing voice in the distance.

"The shadow of the pink wall is heavy, the curtain is wrapped in the wind of the lotus water hall, and the piano is played to the moonlight. The fragrance is golden, and the people are in the first palace of Penglai. Zhu Xian's voice dissolved with hatred, and he sighed in the air with a few gusts of wind. Hate the world of Fangfei, tourists are not rewarded, all pay with, swallows and warblers ......"

The voice was mournful and mournful, and it was even more ethereal in the thick fog, and it was wrapped around people's ears in wisps, as if to confuse people's souls.