Ling Bufei found out that something was wrong halfway.

Shang Shaoyang was talking, and there seemed to be a shadow floating over there.

He immediately drew his sword and slashed it directly.

There was another muffled sound, and the yin qi exploded, and when he waved away the black mist, the surrounding environment changed again, and the shadows of ghosts under the different grass were full of shadows, and the sky was dark, covering the clouds.

Has he returned to Lethe?

"Yumejin?" He turned around, and the place where Bai Mengjin was standing was empty.

Ling Bufei's heart sank. He's probably still in the enchantment, but he doesn't know what was triggered, and he's separated.

He reached out and touched the invisible red thread on his wrist, but he didn't feel anything, it seemed that Bai Mengjin and him were not in the same space.

It's all on your own.

Thinking to himself, he looked at the ghosts.

They looked like they didn't care about themselves just now, but when he shifted his attention, he looked this way in unison.

A cool breath came out of Ling Bufei's back. These ghosts have empty eyes and no focus, but they clearly feel that they are "watching".

He slowly drew his sword, and suddenly the spirits moved, and they all lunged at him.

The yin aura is swirling, and the ghost is drifting away. This time, there is no white dream in the way, and there is a scene of demons dancing around.

Ling Bufei took out his sword without hesitation, and the sword light rose into the sky, spreading the brilliant sword formation, strangling the past with all his might.

His sword light carries the power of golden thunder, and he is the nemesis of the Yin Spirit. It's just that there are too many, he killed a group, and immediately another group came, and there was an endless stream of them.

Ling Bufei was impatient and slashed all the way through, while carefully controlling the aura recovery so that it would not be consumed.

Fortunately, he was different from ordinary sword cultivators, because at the beginning, he cultivated the body, and his attachment to the aura was not so heavy. The physical body is strong enough, even if it is just a mediocre swing of the sword, the power is enough to kill the ghost of ordinary strength.

The sword light danced, the ghost was scattered as soon as it was slashed, and when Ling Bufei was buried in cleaning up, he suddenly heard a muffled snort in his ears, as if someone was in pain.

He paused for a moment, then looked up.

This ghost was quite strong and was not immediately defeated, but his figure was fleeting, and he was obviously on the verge of collapse.

However, he let out a cry of pain, not as if he was unconscious.

Immediately after, Ling Bufei recognized the clothes on his body. Although only a tattered image was left, this black and white Dao robe was clearly the outfit of the Wuji Sect.

Is it the senior brother of the Wuji Sect? Maybe it was because he died in the Ming River, and the ghost floated here, trapped in the Lechuan Forest and couldn't leave.

He attacked himself, obviously under the influence of the barrier here, and his own sword could make him lose his soul.

After this hesitation, the surrounding ghosts attacked again.

Ling Bufei's sword light shot again, and when he was about to sweep over, he caught a glimpse of this person's hair ornament, which had a fire phoenix on it, which was the mark of Qi Feng Valley.

As soon as he stopped, he didn't hit him.

The ghost pounced on him and slammed into his sword energy.

Ling Bufei didn't pay attention to it just now, but only then did he realize that these ghosts had more or less identity marks on them. Wuji Sect, Qi Feng Valley, Danxia Palace, Nameless Sword Sect...... Although their faces were unrecognizable, their clothes were in tatters, and their limbs were incomplete, they could still make out the difference.

He just couldn't do it.

But these ghosts would not stop, countless yin qi surged over, and all kinds of moves came towards him. Ling Bufei could only rely on the shield on his body to block, and the sword qi he shot was mostly for maintenance, and he didn't attack.

The ghost's individual strength is not strong, and together, with the blessing of the enchantment, he is a god, and he will be constantly corroded......

What to do? Can you only fight? But......

The yin qi fell on his body one by one, and Ling Bu could only carry it hard.

Suddenly, there was a "buzz", something turned on, and a warm force fell on his body, relieving the yin qi.

It's the Demon Suppression Ding's automatic protector.

As soon as Ling Bufei calmed down, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's indeed the Demon Suppression Protector, but he didn't inspire it!

He jerked his head up and looked to the side.

There was also a ghost there, whose shadow was very faint, but it could still be seen to be a tall and handsome woman. She was dressed in intricate clothing, and the black and white lines on it were the marks of the Wuji Sect. His body was covered with blood, the hem of his clothes was torn, and he didn't know what kind of bloody battle he experienced before he died.

Her eyes were also empty, but Ling Bufei felt emotion inexplicably. The spirits were all controlled by the enchantment to attack him, but she didn't move.

"Hum-" There was another soft sound, and the Demon Suppressor had a reaction.

Ling Bufei suddenly realized.

The Demon Suppression Ding is the magic weapon of the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect, but the previous master was not his maternal ancestor Jiang Fengci. Before the abdication of the old sect master Jiang, it had a new owner, which was his daughter Jiang Shangyue.

If it weren't for that accident, Jiang Shangyue would have held a succession ceremony when he returned from Minghe, and officially took over the position of the sect leader of Wuji Sect from his father.

Later, an accident happened, in the face of the endless demons, Jiang Shangyue sealed it in Ling Bufei's body in order to save Xiao'er's life and keep this magic weapon.

Ling Bufei looked at this shadow and was stunned.

Countless ghosts pounced and slammed into the shield separated by the Demon Suppressor.

His lips trembled, and he tried to shout several times, but he stopped it.

The yin wind was blowing, the man's clothes were lightly lifted, and the blood-spattered Taoist clothes had lost the charm of the fairy wind bones, but there was another kind of tranquility in her.

Ling Bufei blinked, and finally made a voice: "Mother......"

The shadow didn't move.

He stumbled over and shouted, "Mother! ”

Decades ago, she saved his life with the Demon Suppression Ding, and decades later, she has become a ghost and still inspires the Demon Suppression Ding to protect him.

Within a stone's throw of distance, the spirits still pounced on them.

Ling Bufei didn't dare to move anymore.

He was afraid that if he took a step further, these ghosts would hurt her. is even more afraid of the evil suppression function of the Demon Suppression Ding, and even suppresses her.

He could only look at it like this, and carve her appearance into his mind.

"Mother, is that you? I...... I ......"

He didn't know how to claim that when he left his mother, he was too young, he had just been born, and he didn't have a memory left.

The ghost moved, and his eyes were still empty, but Ling Bufei felt the sight.

She's looking at him!

"Mother!" There were tears overflowing in his eyes, but he didn't dare to blink, for fear of looking at it less.

Maybe a long time, maybe only a little moment, finally a sigh came from my ears, and the ghost gently stretched out his hand.

Ling Bufei hesitated: "You...... Are you calling me? Can I touch it? ”

The ghost didn't move, still holding out its hand.

Ling Bufei finally mustered up the courage and shook her back.

When his hand touched the cold soul body, there was another "hum" soft sound, and the Demon Suppression Ding suddenly opened.