Qi Jingzhi suddenly realized.

Although so far, among the objects that have been refined in the bronze mirror, only the spirit corpse has received a clear comment such as "such as the face of a living person, containing the thoughts of the past life" because of its talent, and the "memory of the spirit corpse" of the corpse is also derived from the spirit mask, it does not mean that there are no demonic obsessions hidden in the remaining few things, especially the silver corpse that "the silver soul is stinking and the blood is wronged".

Wan'er spent a long time in the dark silver cellar, how deep the pain and resentment accumulated in her heart, and how happy and warm the bright candle her father lit for her in her memory was that even her own body was transformed into the appearance of a bronze monkey candlestick.

This is the obsession of her life, which can be called deep-rooted, even if it is returned to the source by the mirror, it cannot really be eliminated, and it is still hidden in the silver candlestick.

On this article alone, on the contrary, it is far inferior to the mother-in-law who is obviously much higher than Wan'er, and after her death, she appeared in the form of a hairless red-eyed monkey, and was refined by the mirror, but her body shape changed slightly.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi did not stop the little silver girl's move, but took the initiative to bring the two together, so that she could smoothly put the tray of blood candles on the head of the red-eyed little monkey.

It's a pity that although this wind mother corpse reacts to the blood light, it is a dead thing after all, even if there is a little obsession left, it has nothing to do with Wan'er, so naturally she will not take the tray of blood candles and dispel the darkness for the little girl.

The little silver girl waited for a while, but she still couldn't do it, the smile on her face gradually faded, and the light of the blood candle became a little colder.

The next moment, she jerked back the tray and held it high above her head again.

At the same time, the silver blood flame suddenly flourished, and the dazzling and increasingly thick blood-colored flame light quickly spread outward, like an open umbrella cover, covering the red-eyed little monkey inside.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi knew that he was holding the candlestick, and he would not be burned by the increasingly weird-looking blood light, and he couldn't help but let go of his palm.

Then I saw that the blood flame umbrella cover was put away, and the red-eyed little monkey retracted the wick, and returned to the previous light like a bean, and it was directly swallowed alive.

However, this state only lasted for one breath, and the Silver Blood Flame began to shake violently, first the flames jumped up and the Blood Flame umbrella lid reappeared, and then it was quickly pulled back to the wick by an invisible force.

After shrunken like this and repeatedly tugged at it several times, the Blood Flame Umbrella Cover finally couldn't be maintained anymore, and burst open.

For a moment, the flames scattered and the blood filled the air.

This scene Qi Jingzhi seemed familiar, but what exploded into countless sparks was no longer the candle-wearing golden rooster's fireball, but the blood flame umbrella cover.

At the same time, a strange black wind appeared, whistling and surging in the air, and there were two blood-colored eyes floating up and down, appearing and disappearing.

"Is this the big black yin wind that penetrates yin and yang in the mouth of the demon woman......

Qi Jingzhi had this thought, and suddenly felt that the silver candlestick in his hand shook again, and then the entire blood candle on the tray exploded with a bang.

The viscous and heavy blood wave surged into the sky, and in an instant, it differentiated into two huge blood-colored arms, encircling the black wind in the middle, and even grabbed a bloody eye with each of its two bloody hands.

This time, the Silver Demon Corpse seemed to have grasped the key point of the Wind Mother Corpse, and the whole black wind suddenly became sluggish, no longer surging wantonly, but clinging to the two bloody arms, which were easily ripped off the air.

Next, whether it was the bloody arm or the bloody eye black wind, they all began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and you and me, and I and you became entangled together.

After just a few breaths, both vanished, leaving only a small monkey crouching on the tray of the silver candlestick.

The little monkey was all black, with the soles of his feet and buttocks cast in a tray, and he was looking up at the sky with his head up.

It replaced the original blood candle, and a ball of blood flame emerged from each of the two hollow eye sockets, and it converged into a stream above, much brighter than the previous light like a bean, and the light on the body became more and more cold.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be surprised, and immediately looked at the little silver girl under the tray, but saw it

She had closed her eyes and had a smile on her face.

"Although I couldn't reproduce the appearance of the bronze monkey candlestick, I finally had a little monkey to accompany me."

Qi Jingzhi sighed secretly, and remembered the previous idea of the wind helping the fire, and his heart moved.

He immediately raised the brand-new candlestick, which was made of the two corpses of the Silver Evil and the Wind Mother, and tried to blow lightly at the little monkey who was covered in darkness and had fire in his eyes.

With a bang, the little monkey's body was instantly covered by flames, and a fierce blood-colored flame surged towards the sky, spreading more than two feet away.

Before Qi Jingzhi could be surprised, a series of broken tiles suddenly sounded in his ears.

I saw that above the void between yin and yang, which was touched by the blood-colored flames, something seemed to have been burned through, and a large hole was exposed.

The edge of the cave glows with a dazzling golden light, and inside is an endless body of water, the water is dim yellow, turbidity is surging, and there are faintly the figures of various creatures floating in it.

Qi Jingzhi just glanced at it, and there were water waves, birds and beasts screaming, men and women crying, and more sounds that could not be distinguished at all went straight to the bottom of his heart, noisy and noisy.

"Not good!"

Yin Jian, who had encountered the catastrophe of the gods on the Cao River, was not far away, and Qi Jingzhi reacted almost immediately, quickly closing his eyes and bowing his head, and no longer dared to look directly at the scene in the cave.

Almost at the same time, the angry crane in his heart let out a long roar, and the frost-white, red-stained wings suddenly stretched out, and the tips of the wings were colorful and colorful, among which the green was the most abundant.

In the high-pitched and agitated crane chirp, this pair of crane wings danced suddenly, drumming a pine wind like a howl, allowing Qi Jingzhi to maintain a line of clarity.

He was dressed in a smoky feather coat, and urged the "Secret Method of Riding the Clouds" with all his might, subconsciously fiddling with his five fingers, playing in the air, and constantly pulling away all kinds of strange sounds that poured into his heart.

After a while, the young man with his head bowed opened his eyes and saw that the smoke and feather coat were covered with a very faint halo of yellow light, and when he looked at it, it was sparkling, like a ripple slowly spreading on the water.

Qi Jingzhi only glanced at it a few times, and his brain was slightly dizzy, and he felt a little dizzy and disgusted.

He immediately took a deep breath, put away the smoke and feather coat, couldn't help but look at the weird big hole above his head, and raised his eyes slightly, but his pupils shrank by the scene in front of him.

Looking through the more mysterious blood light, a figure appeared on the corpses of the Wei clan people in the garden.

These figures are no different from the original owner's life, and when they appeared, they were still slightly illusory, their eyes were muddy, and they were not half distracted, but they were condensed like living people in the blink of an eye, and their expressions became vivid, mostly in pain and fear.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi immediately recalled Shen Ruhai who he had seen in the Yin Division of Songling County, and knew that after the Yinsha and the Wind Mother were combined into one, the Yin Wind and Blood Flame on it were no longer what they used to be, and he was getting closer and closer to the Netherworld, and he was already able to directly see the dead spirit.

As soon as these dead spirits regained their senses, and before they could see their situation clearly, their bodies slowly floated up, and the hundreds of rivers and seas generally gathered towards a certain place in mid-air.

For a while, crying and wailing erupted, and the garden was full of shouts of injustice.

"The dusky water in that cave is probably the legendary Yellow Spring."

"Granny Fang Cai also said that the Yellow Spring and Yin Division in Jiuzhen County City were all covered by power, so that the dead spirit had no place to return, and she didn't want to be burned open by the powerful Yin Wind Blood Flame in the blink of an eye."

Qi Jingzhi was clear, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Wei Clan's dead spirit body involuntarily flying towards the big hole above his head, but his heart was miserable.

He had the heart to rush to Wei Bao's side, so that this Wei clan's lone seedling could meet his own people for the last time, but he also knew that the scene of the Yellow Spring in the cave was too strange and terrifying, and Wei Bao could not bear it, so he had to forcibly suppress this thought.

In the middle of the thought of extinguishing a lifetime, a small part of Wei's necromancer was gone, and the rest were all gathered outside the hole in mid-air, crowded into a ball.

In the midst of the crying and noise, there are also a few dead spirits who either whisper to comfort their relatives, or shout loudly at their juniors, or hold hands

Tearful eyes, meeting in the next life, there are also dead spirits who saw Wei Bao and called loudly with various titles, but they were destined to get no response.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dense and chaotic footsteps in the direction of the entrance of the back garden.

Even though there were more than a dozen people carrying swords and sticks, they broke into the garden in a chaotic manner, and scattered without saying anything, as if they were looking for something, and the leader greeted Wei Bao, who was moving the corpse.

Qi Jingzhi could see clearly that among these people, there were not only the priests of the White Cloud Palace dressed in luxurious frost white robes, but also the ordinary miscellaneous servants who were dressed in short beatings, and at this time, they were mixed together without distinction of dignity and inferiority, and no matter what their identity was, when they saw the terrible corpses all over the garden, none of them showed a look of surprise and fear, but their eyes were quite casual and frivolous.

He looked around carefully, and didn't see An Fenghou's cousin Ding Chengli, but found that although none of the dozen or so people showed the aura of a monk, they all had strong martial arts, strong muscles and bones, and obviously had martial arts, especially the buns on the top of the heads of several people were crooked, as if the hats were not worn properly, revealing the bare scalp underneath.

After repeatedly confirming that he was not mistaken, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help frowning slightly, and immediately changed the silver wind mother candlestick to his left hand, and quietly moved closer to Wei Bao.

On the other side, walking towards Wei Bao alone was a middle-aged priest who was extremely gorgeously dressed, with a good temperament and demeanor, and a bit of fairy style and spirit in his gestures.

Wei Bao had already put down the corpse of the clansman in his hand at this time, held the red gold knife tightly, his face was half puzzled and half vigilant, and asked the middle-aged priest from a distance, "The prison has brought so many people here, I don't know what is going on?"

Hearing this, the Baiyun Palace Prison slowed down, but while continuing to approach Wei Bao, he replied in his mouth: "The good sect benefactor learned that there was a sudden chaos in the city, and everyone in the palace gathered to guard the door, and it happened to be here!"

He paused, his eyes swept around, as if he had just seen corpses everywhere, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Dare to ask the donor, what happened in this back garden, which caused so many Wei clan people to be exposed to the ground."

Seeing the other party's abnormal behavior, Wei Bao's face became more vigilant: "Since it is to inspect the Baiyun Palace, there was a lot of movement in the back garden just now, and there were several fires and smoke, and the prison came a little late!"

"Oh?"

The Baiyun Palace Supervisor didn't seem to care about Wei Bao's vigilance or even hostility, but instead showed an interested look on his face, and said with a smile: "Speaking of movement, two golden tiles were suddenly broken in the Baiyun Palace, and the sound of shattering frightened the heart, I wonder if Lord Wei can hear it?"

He didn't wait for Wei Bao to answer, and immediately answered: "The golden tiles in the palace are really extraordinary, and they must not be damaged in the slightest!"

Seeing that this prison was talking about him left and right, and there were a lot of strange words in his words, Wei Bao slowly retreated to Gu Bai, who Qi Jingzhi was leaning on before, and every word in his mouth was as cold and hard as iron: "Since it is to keep the golden tile of Baiyun Palace, the prison should guard the palace in front of it, how can you inspect the back garden?"

The pace of the Baiyun Palace Prison suddenly accelerated, and the smile on his face turned gloomy: "This seat carefully checks the location, the place covered by the two golden tiles is here, I wonder if Master Wei has ever seen the thief with broken tiles?"

At the same time, the people scattered around also stepped forward quite tacitly, and they became encircled.

"If you dare to get close again, don't blame Wei for being ruthless!"

Before Wei Bao's words fell, a large cloud of qi spread out from the red gold knife, and the shape of a snake and tiger loomed in it, protecting him firmly in it.

Seeing this, the Baiyun Palace Prison kept walking, and his face was fierce and greedy: "I have already advised the sect master many times, this Wei family's red gold knife is a hidden danger, and it should be removed as soon as possible!" The sect master strictly ordered us not to interfere, and only blindly favored the heart-picking woman! Now it's a good thing, the woman doesn't know where to go, but the gold tile that we have painstakingly arranged has been broken in two, and we have to do it herself!"

As he spoke, the crowd in Baiyun Palace had become encircled, and they were about to rush forward with their knives and guns.

At this moment, Wei Bao's figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.

Immediately, there seemed to be a yin wind blowing in the dark, and there were more than a dozen people immediately

There were four or five people standing close to each other, and they couldn't help but shiver in unison.

"Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

Only then did one of them speak in confusion, and suddenly his expression froze, and a terrible wail suddenly came out of his mouth.

Several of his companions around him also refused to lag behind, screaming in unison, and their bodies visibly became shriveled and scorched.

Immediately after, there seemed to be a bleak blood light on the bodies of these people, and the terrifying bodies that were melting like candles disappeared like Wei Bao before, leaving no trace in place.

The rest of the people were already stunned, but before they could react, the cold wind had already swept through their bodies, into their bone marrow, into their hearts, and gushed out from the depths of their hearts, the cracks in their bones, and even the pores around their bodies.