The crying and shouting of the King of Guangping made Fu Jiao and He Wuxian notice that there was at the same time.

When Yan Ji saw it, her heart fluttered.

She didn't care about any ghost cracks anymore, and she didn't care how good Fu Jiao was, she stumbled over, and when she looked at Zhao Hao's snort, her already pale face turned a little pale.

- Zhao Hao is going to die.

Almost immediately, Yan Ji did not hesitate to stretch out her ghost claws and dig into her heart.

Ordinary people can't see Yan Ji.

Only Zhao Hao, who was about to die, was frightened by this scene. He weakly stretched out his hand towards Yan Ji, but King Guangping thought he wanted to hold his hand, "What's the matter, son?" What's wrong?! ”

Zhao Hao looked at Yan Ji in confusion, but Yan Ji didn't say a word, and silently pulled out a white and transparent thing from her chest.

“…… What is it? ”

Every word he spoke, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Yan Ji's eyes were sour, but she had been dead for so long that she couldn't shed tears.

She whispered: "Five hundred years old ghosts will have more soul veins. I'll give you the soul vein, and you can avoid the ghost and live a little longer. "As long as there is a little more moment, when Fu Jiao saves him, he can continue to live happily in the world.

"What about you?"

Tears fell from the corners of Zhao Hao's eyes.

Yan Ji stretched out her hand and tried to wipe away her tears for him, but she couldn't even do this.

She said, "There's no more for me...... Originally, it was a mistake for me to spend so much time with you. ”

These days, she finally understood that Song Lang and Zhao Hao were two people.

Song Lang had already failed her and died five hundred years ago.

But Zhao Hao took her to go boating on Cuiwei Lake and enjoy the flowers in Yangchun Garden five hundred years later, and she felt her fear at the beginning and sincerity in the future.

Zhao Hao choked, "Yan Ji, the martyrdom that I said was good...... I am willing to die for you......"

"But I don't want to be martyred with you."

Yan Ji smiled slightly, "Zhao Hao, I should have died five hundred years ago. Now, my greatest wish is that you can survive. ”

A 500-year-old ghost has lost his soul, just like a person has lost his heart.

Yan Ji gradually became ethereal and transparent.

Even if Fu Jiao sensed the situation on their side, it was difficult to stop it for a while. She could only cry and shout: "Yan Ji! Yan Ji! I haven't found a way for you to reincarnate, you can't disappear! ”

Yan Ji heard Fu Jiao's voice and looked back with her last strength.

Her cold face finally had a warm expression of human beings, and she said with a smile: "Fu Jiao, my wish has never been to be reincarnated, I hope you can save Zhao Hao and let him live well in the world...... In this way, my wish was fulfilled. ”

"Yan Ji!"

Fu Jiao and Zhao Hao couldn't keep a female ghost without a soul vein.

Zhao Hao had a soul vein in his body, and he stopped the blood on his neck.

In an instant, the dark and dreary dark clouds dissipated, and the brilliant glow cast ten thousand golden rays from the clouds, and the heavens and the earth were peaceful.

"What's going on?"

He Wuxian was stunned.

He saw that the blood in his heart had lost its effect, and the gap that released the powerful ghost was slowly shrinking and healing.

But Fu Jiao understood at this time.

She was bathed in the golden light of merit and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

It was precisely because she finally agreed to Yan Ji's request that she fulfilled her last wish, inadvertently triggered the golden light and reaped the last merit.

What is the purpose of her coming into this world?

It is to accumulate merit, make yourself stronger, and become the undoubted first master in the floating heart realm.

never thought that it was the demise of Yan Ji that made her.

The power consumed by the five ghosts and He Wuxian, and when she turned around, she was filled with the golden light of merit, as if she had inexhaustible strength, and finally had the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods. The last merit given to her by Yan Ji made her a truly powerful mystic master, connecting ghosts and gods and summoning golden immortals.

Fu Jiao closed her eyes and pinched her hands.

"I know your surname, I know your name. In accordance with the edict of the Jade Halal King, the decree of the Nine Heavens Emperor Lei Zu, summon the gods of the underworld to clear the demons and ghosts in the world......"

As soon as the words fell, the ghost door that He Wuxian had almost spent his whole body to open closed in an instant.

He didn't have time to be surprised, but he saw that above the gap, black and white impermanence, bull head and horse face appeared.

"Who's calling us?"

"Is that you?"

Black and white impermanence looked at He Wuxian, shook his head again, and said to Fu Jiao: "It's you." The golden merit in you is going to overflow. There are less than ten people in the Heavenly World who can cultivate to this point in the world today. ”

Fu Jiao barely maintained her composure.

She raised her hand and pointed at He Wuxian, "Lord Ghost God, I want to sue this person, but as a Xuan Master, I helped to abuse and release the ghosts of the underworld to cause chaos in the world." ”

Since they are ghosts and gods, they know the situation at a glance.

Black and white impermanence instructed, Niu Tou Ma Mian immediately took out the chain and put it on He Wuxian, "Hmph! Even even a mere warlock dares to practice such evil arts, so come with us to the underworld for a good trial! ”

He Wuxiao did not dare to resist.

He didn't even understand why Fu Jiao was suddenly able to summon ghosts and gods.

can communicate with ghosts and gods, such strength, even if he exhausts all his heart's work, he can't hurt her in the slightest. So, what's the point of sticking with it?

He closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.

Fu Jiao pointed to Zhao Hao, who was seriously injured, and hoped that black and white impermanence would open up, "His longevity is not over, and he is only like this because of the influence of the demon way, and I hope that the ghosts and gods will be accommodating." ”

Bai Wuchang glanced at Zhao Hao lightly, "Oh, he's fine." With the soul vein to protect the body, not only can you not die, but it is estimated that you will live longer. ”

"That's fine."

Fu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Hei Wuchang muttered to himself at this time, "I don't know what kind of five-hundred-year-old ghost is willing to consume his soul vein." Bai Wuchang guessed: "Probably because I have done a lot of evil, I am afraid that I will be tortured in the underworld, so I should do something good in advance." ”

"Who knows."

“……”

A few ghosts and gods chattered, and after making sure that there were no more ghosts around them, they detained He Wuxian and sent him to the underworld for trial.

He Wuxian's heart is like ashes.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Jiao reluctantly, not to defend himself, but to say softly: "Do you know why my parents named me 'Wuxian'?" ”

"Why?"

"Doctors don't heal themselves, they want me to live a safe life, no illness."

"Hmm."

Fu Jiao's attitude was cold.

Looking at her like this, He Wuxian knew that there was really no chance of half a point. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, hiding some words in his heart.

He avenged his parents, why was it wrong?

It's a pity that the winner is the king and the loser is the loser, and his own strength is not enough to save his parents. Speaking of which, after all, it is shallow in this life, whether it is the fate of family with parents, or the fate of friends, or the fate of love, it is too shallow.

Afterlife......

There is no afterlife left.

He Wuxian shook his head, dragged the heavy chains and shackles, and walked into the underworld step by step with the black and white impermanence of the bull head and horse face.