"Sister, you can hear me! No, you really went in?"

Jun Buqi didn't know what to say at this time, and always wondered if he had done something stupid again, which was clearly to let the corpse sister take the risk for himself!

"I didn't feel the breath of the little gourd, little Taoist, is there any way you can let me find it?" the corpse sister asked again.

Jun didn't give up hearing this, and couldn't help but scratch his head, he really couldn't help it.

If you can't feel the breath of the little gourd, then it must be full and hidden.

"Sister, you find a place to hide first, I guess that guy is eating again, this will definitely hide somewhere to sleep!"

“......”

Sister Corpse was speechless for a while, thinking about it, it seemed that there was only this possibility.

However, she will not hide as Jun Buqi said, she took out the blood-dripping sword, the red clothes on her body turned into red armor, and the cloak behind her was like blood soaked in the sky.

She reached out and pulled down her armor, turned into a blood-colored Shura, and threw herself into the battlefield.

The sword in the hand fell, the evil turned into a black mist, the evil cultivator was beheaded, and the body was finally occupied by the evil, and they were truly one with the evil, which was their destination.

However, the corpse sister thought that Jun would not abandon her original confession and asked her to help collect the evil corpses, so while she was killing the enemy, she pulled out a huge scroll and sealed these evil corpses.

In fact, it is also the surest way to destroy evil.

Otherwise, even if the evil is cut into black mist, there is nothing to do, and those black fogs will still generate new evil in the end.

It's a pity that no matter how strong the corpse sister is, she can't get rid of the evil here.

This area has been occupied by evil, and the surviving humans have also been taken away from it by those powerful monks, but it is estimated that it is difficult to survive.

Compared to Yuezhou? There are more than several times more humans in Middle-earth. A continent of billions of living beings? In the end, the casualties were so heavy, can it be said that the people who heard it are sad? Those who saw it wept.

Where did you go? The ghost is wandering, and the devil is crying and gloomy.

Corpse sister see this? The complexion is as deep as water.

"Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear? Enmity with the Son!"

"How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi? Repair my spear halberd and work with my son!"

"Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with my son!"

Suddenly? The corpse sister sang the ancient ballad of Gu Daqian in her mouth.

Of course? The lyrics are actually not like this, the ancient Daqian language is broad and profound, and when translated, it almost means this.

With the sound of this ancient song, countless ghosts and ghosts around it? They threw themselves at her.

The cloak behind the corpse sister spread like blood in the sky, and those unjust ghosts threw themselves into the blood? That blood-colored cloak grew longer and bigger.

Her sword? It's more powerful to cut it out!

This is the strength that these 'compatriots' give her.

Her body is getting more and more agile!

This is the speed that those 'robes' give her.

A bony horse with ghostly fire? Appearing under her straddle? She rode a bony horse? Walk silently on this land. Around, powerful ghosts gradually gathered towards her.

Those powerful ghosts have her as their leader, and they have become her subordinates.

The weak ghosts threw their cloaks behind her to help her.

Her Majesty the Queen of the Ghost Country of Yuezhou, on this ancient land that gave birth to her and raised her, once again gathered thousands of troops and horses to fight with her.

A blood-colored banner was raised in the midst of thousands of troops, with the word 'revenge' written on it.

The ancient Daqian characters fluttered in this ghostly forest.

The silent army gave people a powerful sense of oppression, and wherever it passed, the evil was cut into a black mist and sealed into a huge scroll.

Seeing this, some weak evil cultivators fled one after another.

Seeing this, some righteous monks also silently made way for them.

If they encounter some powerful evil cultivators, those ghost pawns will throw themselves into the cloak behind the corpse sister, and then the corpse sister will raise her sword and kill those evil cultivators one after another.

Even if you encounter some evil cultivators from foreign lands, you can kill them until they turn around and leave.

Sister Corpse did not go after this kind of evil cultivator, but continued to move forward on the land of Middle-earth, gathering ghosts and ghosts, while looking for the little gourd spirits.

Finally, a few days later, Sister Corpse felt the breath of the little gourd.

When she arrived there, the little gourd was devouring the black mist, and several exotic cultivators and exotic immortals were fighting on the side of the little gourd.

In that area, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the Xuanguang splashed, the mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth was cracked, and even magma erupted from the ground.

Countless black mist gathered into a clump and threw it towards the huge gourd in the air.

Those evil cultivators seemed to want to fight the idea of the gourd, but those immortals wouldn't let them.

Seeing this, the corpse sister wore a blood-colored cloak, and saw the endless ghost army behind her, and threw themselves into the cloak, and then the corpse sister raised her sword and plundered and killed the evil cultivator.

"Huh, sister, why are you here?"

Seeing that familiar figure, the little gourd spirit escaped out of the gourd, sat on the edge of the bottom of the gourd hanging upside down in the air, bare jade feet, swinging white slender calves, looking at the blood-colored figure that had entered the evil cultivation and blinked, and at the same time transmitted the sound to her.

The little gourd spirit has grown up a lot, and she is already like a slim girl, wearing a white neon skirt, the skirt flutters lightly in the wind, and her black hair is also flying in the wind.

Bright eyes, shining like stars.

"Entrusted by your master, I have come to find you!" the corpse sister replied as she swung her long sword.

The little gourd spirit was a little helpless, "Coward, I didn't dare to come, so I actually asked my sister to come here to take risks." Sister, why don't you discuss it with him, and I'll talk to you in the future!"

Compared to her master, the sister in front of her is actually more temperamental to her.

If you don't give up hearing the words of the little gourd spirit, it is estimated that you will cry and faint in the toilet.

The little broken bird has already defected into the arms of the little junior sister, and now this little gourd spirit is also going to defect into the arms of the corpse sister, how a failure he is to be a man!

The corpse sister, who was originally serious-looking, almost laughed when she heard this, "Little guy, don't make trouble! You also know that coming here is an adventure, and the strength of the little Taoist priest is so weak......"

"Hehe, I can't go back now, I need me here!" said the little gourd spirit a little proudly, "My sister is here just in time to protect me." ”

"Do you still need my protection?" Sister Corpse raised the corners of her lips, and swung her long sword out, slashing at the protective shield of an evil cultivator, slashing it into a body and flying upside down.

"Alas, I also thought that I didn't need protection! But who would have thought that these evil cultivators from foreign lands would have the power of immortals in addition to the power of evil! I am not good at dealing with the power of immortals. If I am disturbed by them, it will be difficult for me to absorb these evil powers!"

The little gourd spirit who suffered a social beating can be regarded as realizing the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes.

"Good!" replied the corpse sister crisply, like a sword she had slashed out.