Even though the light of the yin moon in the underworld is soft, it is also full of rich yin qi, and it is extremely cold.

When the gentle moonlight shines on the heavens and the earth and reflects on every corner of the river valley, the yin qi in the valley is attracted by the yin qi in the moonlight, and gushes out one after another.

Ice flakes gradually rose between the rocks and soil on the ground, and the cold white mist between the grass and trees slowly rose, and with the night wind poured out various whirlpools of air currents, and then wandered around the river valley.

Surrounded by the surrounding mountains, overgrown with strange rocks and towering ancient trees, the female ghost who was standing on the edge of the cliff was stunned and gave him a robe, and the figure had disappeared into the woods in the dark night. The disciple looked down at the robe in his hand and smiled stupidly, diluting the indifferent look on his face, but bringing a faint embarrassment.

On the robe, there is still the residual body temperature of the female ghost, and it also exudes a faint fragrance.

The light fragrance entered the nose with the wind, making the ten fingers of this Xuanjiao believer tremble.

The night wind blows, whistling and raging in the forest, blowing the trees in the mountains and forests to sway left and right. The leaves fall in the strong night wind, and swirl and flutter with the night wind among the grass and trees in the mountains.

After the Xuanjiao disciple put on his robe, he was already in a calm mood, and turned his head to look at the river valley plain below the mountain. With a look of indifference in seriousness, it once again flashed among his facial features.

Most of the valley plains were silent, and the stars were reflected in the streams that crisscrossed the plains, slowly swaying with the gurgling water.

In the ghost town on the plains of the river valley, there were still flames rising in the night, and the noise was shouted and cries for help in the smoke and flames, and occasionally a few heart-rending screams were heard from it, which resounded through the night sky.

Killing ghosts has become simple and easy in the eyes of the crazy slaughterers in the city. The pungent blood drifted in the wind through the city, spilling into every corner of the city.

The ghost blood in the dark night was redder than ever, stimulating the ghosts in the city and constantly arousing the madness in the darkness in the hearts of the slaughterers.

On the steep cliff, the Xuanjiao cultist who was silently watching all this was also full of excitement in his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the time hadn't come, and their mission was only to rescue the ghost slaves and create a riot with them, this occultist would have been eager to rush down the mountain to participate in the massacre.

But even if he rushed down the mountain, he probably wouldn't do anything to those poor ghost people. The only ones who will be beaten and killed by him will be those who are immersed in madness and can't extricate themselves, and they are bullying and killing poor ghosts everywhere for fun.

Although this disciple surnamed Li felt that these poor ghosts who were oppressed at this time, such as cattle and sheep to be slaughtered surrounded by wolves, also deserved to be guilty of oppressing many ghost slaves back then, he also felt that most of their ghosts did not deserve death.

However, this thought soon faded again. He withdrew his gaze, looked around vigilantly, and continued to stand guard with full attention.

As for the civil strife among the demons in the city, they had no choice but to go with them. As soon as the expeditionary force of the Nine Shadows Kingdom arrives, it will be the time to set things right.

As for the current civil strife in Yasujin, that is the price they should pay for buying and selling and torturing people's souls and ghosts. The Xuanjiao followers will never be responsible for this, let alone feel guilty for it.

The cultist looked around, his vigilant gaze sweeping between the branches of the trees with the light of the pale blue moon, not missing a hint of wind and grass.

Although the situation in this Jingren country is chaotic now, most of the ghost yamen have been paralyzed. And their group of ghosts of the Nine Ghost Kingdoms, with those rescued ghost slaves, are in the vast world of deep mountains and old forests, which is difficult to be searched, but they are still sloppy.

If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what happens, so it's better to be cautious. lest at some point, when a ghost army rushed out in front of them to encircle and suppress them, they would be caught off guard.

The moonlight was sinking eastward, and it didn't take long for the silent night to fade away. In the ghost town on the plain of the river valley below the mountain, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away. Leaving behind a smoky mess, the smell of blood and whispered sobs all over the city, whirling and rolling in the night wind.

The Xuanjiao disciples on the mountain, and the rescued ghost slaves who were guarding, also fell asleep one after another. The chill in the mountains at night did not make them sleepy, and after a while, there was a whirring snoring in the forest, mixed with the howling night wind, and it was criss-crossing the forest.

Even the Xuanjiao disciple surnamed Li who was standing guard on the cliff heard the faint snoring sound in the distance, and he suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness coming, and he couldn't help but feel that his mouth grew and he yawned long.

"I'm here for a change of guard. Just as the yawn fell to the ground and echoed through the forest on the cliff, a rough and low voice suddenly came from behind the cultist.

The sleepiness on the face of the believer, who had just finished yawning, suddenly disappeared when he heard the sound. He turned around and looked away, and saw another Xuanjiao disciple walking out of the darkness under the shade of a heavy tree that the moonlight could not reach. The ghost's burly appearance, dark and thick beard, and the ugly scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his left eye down to the side of his mouth, made the cannibal soul look a little more vicious.

"Camp General. The disciple surnamed Li's face suddenly turned deferential, and he hurriedly bowed down to the ghost and bowed.

"It's all yawning, let's go rest. The fierce-looking battalion general strode to the disciple surnamed Li and stood still, and opened his mouth to the disciple in the moonlight: "I have received the news that the expeditionary force has landed in the Qingqiu Fox Country, and it will soon pull out the attack on the Jingren Kingdom, and we still have a lot of things to do next, so we can rest well in order to better prepare for the battle." ”。

When he spoke, he didn't lower his voice, and his voice was still low and rough. However, apart from them, there are only some ancient trees and beast souls hanging from ancient vines in this forest, and there is nothing to keep secret.

Hearing him say this, the muscles in the corners of the eyes of the disciple surnamed Li twitched, and the color of excitement suddenly appeared on his face, overflowing his facial features, diluting his previous sleepiness and tiredness......

Outside the Yuque City, on the Yuque hunting ground, Xiao Shizhu's camp is still standing on the grassy plain, on the banks of the gurgling streams.

Fireflies like new stars in the sky flew up and down in the wind on this hunting ground, shuttling back and forth through the faint and gentle ghost mist.

Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother have been here for three days. The country is already peaceful, and there are many major and minor affairs in the DPRK and China, and there are Xiao Fuling and the ghost officials in the capital, who are taking care of it, and everything is in order.

Xiao Shizhu vacations here, and he is indeed idle and not worried. During the day, he hunted, followed the forbidden army to run the horse and let go crazy in Nanshan, and at night he batched a small number of recitals sent from all over the country, and roasted meat and drank wine with the officers and soldiers.

After nightfall, Xiao Shizhu got drunk for the first time since then. He hadn't drunk like this for a long time, and he was so busy with all kinds of trivial things that he basically didn't dare to drink, for fear that he would get drunk and make a mistake. Today's vacation in the vast world of this Yuque hunting ground, Xiao Shizhu is rare to relax, and it is rare to have a happy drunkenness.

After a few jars with the fragrance of lotus flowers and the cold green tube wine poured into the stomach, Xiao Shizhu's face was as red as fire, and his tongue was a little knotted when he spoke.

Chen Ruo and Qing Lan hurriedly sat in his big tent, and after the recital, they erected a screen eight feet high and one zhang long with a wooden frame. It was a screen with a silk on one side and an axe embroidered on it, with white on the axe-shaped near edge and black on the rest.

Then behind the screen, set up a bib bed made of five-color jade, spread a smooth and soft astigmatism silk woven on it, never stained with dust, and then spread a blanket made of heavy ice under the three continents of the north, weighing thousands of pounds of rat fur, and finally hung the purple silk tent woven by the sharks with twisted silk.

The ghost mother and Qinglan helped Xiao Shizhu, who was half asleep, and after washing up, they floated him onto the bed and let him lie flat on the bed.

And Xiao Shizhu is still very dishonest, he is obviously sleepy-eyed, but his hands are constantly raised and waved, and he shouts inarticulately: "Yu'er (the name of the ghost mother) brought wine, and I will not return home with the soldiers today." ”。

"Rest for you. The ghost mother gave him a blank look, put his dancer's hands flat on the bed, and waved her hand to signal Qinglan and Chenruo to step back.

After the two souls retreated, Xiao Shizhu also stopped, snoring loudly, and finally fell asleep. The ghost mother sitting on the edge of the bed took a long breath, Xiao Shizhu rarely drank once, and she didn't care about it. But when Xiao Shizhu was drunk, he was too tired.

The ghost mother sighed that fortunately Xiao Shizhu was not an alcoholic, stood up and took off her dress, climbed on the bed and lay down beside Xiao Shizhu, after covering the quilt, she turned her head to look at her sleeping husband who was snoring loudly, turned her head again, stared at the top of the big tent for a while, and slowly closed her eyes.

The ghost mother was also tired and tired, and after closing her eyes, she also fell asleep after a while.

The green smoke curled in the tent, and the requiem incense slowly diffused in the tent with the sound of snoring one after another. But in a moment, the faint fragrance filled every corner of the tent.

Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother both fell into a deep sleep, and let the night wind blow the big tent to hunt, and did not wake up the couple.

Outside the big tent, the ghost fog that the night wind does not blow away is still wafting back and forth on the plain. The mysterious power that escaped from the Six Heavens Continent, with the help of the cover of the ghost fog, quietly floated towards the big tent.

When the ghost soldiers guarding around the big tent did not notice and perceive the existence of that wisp of Xuan power, the Xuan Li had already floated into the tent.

This mysterious power was like a spiritual snake, swimming close to the ground, looking for Xiao Shizhu's ghostly energy, and slowly walking towards the screen on the other side of the case.

When it came to the screen, it jumped up and jumped on the bed without hesitation, and saw the ghost mother at first sight. That Xuanli was stunned, stayed motionless on the edge of the bed, stared at the ghost mother for a moment, and then looked at Xiao Shizhu.

After looking at Xiao Shizhu, this Xuan Li flew towards the air, towards Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother.

Just when Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother were still asleep, the mysterious power was already between Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother. I saw that the head of this Xuanli was pointed at the center of Xiao Shizhu's eyebrows, and the tail was just at the center of the eyebrows of the ghost mother not far away.

It resembles an arched bridge that spans two ghosts.

At the same time, the transparent and colorless Xuanli became blue, and the tent became more and more dazzling under the soft light of the night pearl, and it had the potential to compete with it.

No matter how dazzling the light was, it couldn't seep out of the tent through the big tent, and Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother only frowned slightly, but they didn't wake up, let alone find the existence of that wisp of mysterious power.

When Xuanli connected the two ghosts, their divine consciousness was also quietly connected with Xuanli's divine consciousness.

The dream technique created by the ancient ghosts and gods, in this silent night, was quietly unleashed by this wisp of mystical power, and once again bloomed with the light of the wisdom of the ancient gods.