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As the old patriarch's words fell, the pitch-black Qinglian clan suddenly gave birth to a misty blue light, which converged like flowing water, and an indescribable fiery aura swept through, and suddenly, the yin qi that filled the entire Qinglian clan seemed to be poured into the cold water in the hot oil, and it evaporated at once.

On the road of Qinglian Village, the black mist rolled, thick as ink, and two scarlet blood rays burst out at this moment, like two bloody swords, slashing at the converging blue light.

Airplanes!

The blue light shook violently, and then dimmed, but it still maintained a trend of convergence.

"Hmph! Consuming more than ten years of incense power, summoning the Holy Punishment of the Blue Emperor is really a good decision. The gloomy and cold voice sounded, "But a small clan of less than a thousand people, even if it has been accumulated for ten years, how strong the power of incense can be, if it is an ordinary ghost, it will be stopped, but if you want to block the ghost of the deity, it is a great enemy that is difficult to break from yin and yang, thinking that you can really help me!"

Call!

The next moment, in the thick black fog, thousands, thick like a waterfall hair spread out, it is unimaginable, how can there be such a long hair, like ink hair, with a faint purple light on it, look closely, it is clearly a wisp of blood that has dried up for a long time, emitting a disgusting stench.

At this time, I saw thousands of blood-stained black hair creeping into the air, wrapping the gathered blue light layer upon layer, and a faint ghost cry sounded, poignant and pathetic, resounding in the sky above the entire Qinglian clan's village.

Ghost cry!

In the stone house, Shi Kong was shaken, this voice was like resentment, like crying, even with his cultivation, he felt cold, and his spiritual will was faintly suppressed.

However, looking at the three of Qingwu again, their faces were only slightly gloomy, it seemed that the ghost cried, the higher the cultivation, the more empathetic it was.

In the village of the Qinglian clan.

At this moment, in the entanglement of black hair like a waterfall, the blue light was distorted, revealing a palm-sized bird with a whole body like a blue gold cast.

If Shikong was here, he would be shocked to find that this palm-sized alien bird actually resembled the Kunpeng of the Northern Sea of Styx in ancient myths and legends.

Kunpeng roared, although it was only the size of a palm, but it also gave birth to a momentum that looked at the world, and the 49,000 cyan Peng feathers all over his body were like swords, shooting out in all directions, wanting to break through the shackles.

"Kunpeng Faxiang? It's a pity, it's just a wisp of thought, suppressed by the deity!"

In the rolling black mist, a lamp with a whole body like ink and burning with a miserable green ghost fire floated out and was suspended above Kunpeng's head, and then, an indescribable terrifying aura emanated, and the 49,000 Peng feathers that originally shot out were immediately imprisoned in mid-air, and then shattered inch by inch like a dry stone that had been eroded by the mountain wind for many years.

"Close!"

With a cold laugh, the palm-sized cyan Kunpeng was suddenly sucked in by the inky lamp and appeared in the miserable green ghost fire.

"With this treasure here, refining this wisp of thought, the deity will be promoted to a ghost general, and there will be no weakness. ”

Not long after, the yin qi that had been dispersed once again spread throughout the Qinglian clan's village.

Not good!

In the holy temple, the old patriarch Huo Ran looked up, but saw a clear crack emerging from the center of his eyebrows on the statue of the Blue Emperor in front of him.

"How is that possible!"

The old patriarch staggered backwards, his face was horrified, this is the power of incense that his Qinglian clan has accumulated for ten years, in the past ten years, there have also been some dangers, but he has always forbearance and did not use it, until today, in order to protect his Qinglian clan's Tianjiao, who is about to become famous, he did not hesitate to attract all the power of incense, but he did not expect that in exchange for such an ending.

A wisp of the Qingdi can't suppress a single thought, it's definitely not an ordinary ghost clan, and even in the judgment of the old patriarch, the idea of the Qingdi summoned by the power of his Qinglian clan's ten years of incense is impossible to block even an ordinary ghost general, but right now, he can't help but believe it, the Qingdi holy statue is cracked, indicating that the wisp of thought that descends no longer exists.

......

Qingwu family.

Feeling the yin qi that was spreading in the air again, Shi Kong frowned, this was already too different from the description of Qingwu and the others, it was obvious that there must have been some kind of change that he didn't know about in this ghost night.

Knock! Knock!

At this time, there was a knock on the door again, and in an instant, Qingwu was tense all over his body, and his eyes were fixed on the door, was it another ghost knocking on the door?

Shi Kong's eyes were like a sword, and he was no longer suppressed at this time, and said coldly: "Who!"

"I'm Qingyu, Brother Qingwu, my mother was ghosted, you go and save her!"

A crisp girl's voice sounded, Qingwu was stunned, and said in a low voice: "It's Qingyu, her residence is only a dozen steps away from my house." ”

Qingyu?

Shi Kong shook his head, and said lightly: "You go, there is no one you are looking for here." ”

Don't......

Qingwu looked at Shi Kong, but saw that Shi Kong's expression was determined, obviously self-controlled, and he couldn't help but feel a sudden feeling in his heart.

"Brother Qingwu, you won't save you when you die! I hate you, I hate, I curse you for the rest of my life! I hate it......"

In an instant, outside the door, the beautiful voice belonging to the girl was no longer there, but turned into an old female voice, as if the red face had aged in an instant, and a sad and cold, and heart-rending breath passed in through the crack in the door.

The bronze oil lamp suddenly dimmed and shook violently, as if it would be extinguished at any time, and even a fine cold mist faintly appeared in the air, becoming more solemn than the cold winter wax moon.

Burst!

Almost involuntarily, Qingwu opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and even with Qingwu's father and the Hua family, they also opened their mouths to spurt blood at this moment, and the three of them fainted almost at the same time.

What the!

Shi Kong's heart was startled, and then his gaze became unprecedentedly sharp, in the sea of Huang Tingqi, the sword qi swirled, his heart was bulging, and the position of his chest seemed to have twenty light purple stars.

The next moment, twenty stars glowed in unison, and an astonishing power of qi and blood burst out from Shi Kong's body, more vigorous than before, under the anger, Shi Kong almost used twelve points of strength, and at the same time, his right hand was backwards, holding the hilt of the Bright Moon Sword.

Laugh at!

It is like pouring boiling hot oil into the water, with the stone sky as the center, one zhang away, the air is distorted, that is the qi and blood belonging to the stone sky are colliding with the yin qi, one yin and one yang, one cold and one hot two breaths are glued, and even burst out a little blue spark.

The door became quiet, but Shi Kong became more and more vigilant, he felt an extremely cold aura approaching, if it weren't for his spiritual condensation and the birth of a sword momentum, I am afraid it would be difficult to detect it at all.

As soon as Shi Kong's heart moved, he saw that in the crack of the door in front of him, strands of black hair spread in, stained with dark purple plasma, and a thick bloody aura suddenly spread in the stone house.

"Good boy, I'm here, come to my mother......"

A slightly hollow sound sounded in the stone house, which seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed to be separated by several layers of veils, and it was not really audible, but as this sound sounded, the yin qi in the stone house skyrocketed several times, allowing the stone empty blood to be vigorous, like a furnace burning, and it was also squeezed, only protecting a few feet around the body.

His complexion changed, if the yin qi was a little stronger, his qi and blood would not be able to envelop the Qingwu family, Shi Kong could imagine what would happen to the Qingwu family of three once they were surrounded by the yin qi.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Kong's gaze became cold and sharp, and a faint lilac sword aura emerged, he swept over the black blood hair that continued to spread in, which was already several feet long, and his tone seemed to be a mountain of ice, and said: "People are humane, ghosts have ghost paths, people and ghosts have different paths, you are so vicious, aren't you afraid of going to hell!"

Contrary to Shi Kong's expectations, as his words fell, the black hair that had been spreading all over the place stopped, and a hazy and gloomy voice sounded like a man and a woman.

"Hell? It's a pity that the Yellow Emperor's hand can't reach here, hell is not empty, the human race is not destroyed, and the ghost race will never leave the mountains and seas!"

Over there!

In an instant, Shi Kong's gaze was blazing, and the Bright Moon Sword was instantly unsheathed and slashed towards the gap in the window.

A wisp of lilac sword light appeared, accompanied by an incomparably powerful sword momentum, and vaguely, only a swaying purple lotus was left standing in the stone house, and each lotus leaf stretched out, swallowing an inch-long lilac sword qi. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)