"Senior brother. ”

Rong Hui got up and gently pushed Wang Shi.

Wang Shi stood beside him with a bloody sword in his hand, motionless as if petrified.

"Don't pull the third uncle. Wang Hongyu covered his head and got up from the cold ground, "Everyone who was brought into Guicheng by the point of refinement is unconscious, and he is completely out of impossibility now." ”

Wang Hongyu looked at Rong Hui, and then looked at himself, the treatment was very different, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Instinct to deal with the blood umbrella?" Rong Hui's heart was sour, she put away the golden lotus and carried Wang Shi on her back and walked back, "Take advantage of now." ”

The blood moon is gone, but the ghost city is still there, indicating that the blood umbrella has not completely disappeared.

Wang Hongyu's hands were sealed, and the spell floated from his fingertips to Wang Shi's body, and the faint gray qi shrouded in Wang Shi disappeared without a trace.

Rong Hui rolled up the wooden sword and grabbed Wang Hongyu with one hand.

The blood mist in the ghost city had returned to its normal white, and Wang Hongyu's fingers were white.

When the wooden sword passed through the stone gate, Wang Hongyu saw the scene where Wang Shi was dug up and removed from the spiritual root.

Rong Hui's speed was extremely fast, but the scene Wang Hongyu saw was surprisingly slow, and he didn't need to listen deliberately, he could hear Wang Shi's screams, the girl's joy, his grandfather's madness, and the panic on his father's face.

The world under the ghost's pen is real.

So......

At this moment, Wang Hongyu felt that the sky was falling, and his hatred for Wang Shi was deliberately fabricated and instilled into him!

The belief in revenge collapsed in an instant.

The seeds that have sprouted in the bottom of my heart wither in an instant.

Fake, all fake!

Wang Hongyu's pupils trembled, and he looked at Wang Shi who was unconscious, with mixed feelings.

When the blood moon was in the sky and the ghost tide was rising, he sensed that a different aura from Rong Hui was protecting him, and when he got closer, he realized that that the aura came from the third uncle who had been ruthless and complained for more than ten years.

Protect yourself from hate.

Respect yourself and force yourself.

Wang Hongyu's heart was blocked.

When Rong Hui broke the barrier and returned to the underground palace, he saw Wang Hongyu who was motionless, and was busy checking whether his soul was left in the ghost city.

After Rong Hui brought Wang Shi's soul back into his body, he took out the wooden sword from the wooden horse sitting on the side, and jumped out of the ghost, "Fairy, you came out safely." ”

He escaped safely from the lord of the ghost town.

When the sect master of the Psychic Sect invited the blood umbrella to come, he almost lost his life in the ghost city.

The painting ghost has taken Rong Hui's strength estimate to a higher level, and he is more confident that he can be reincarnated.

Rong Hui took out the golden lotus to paint a ghost, and suddenly stopped before the anger and ghost energy on his body completely disappeared.

The painting ghost rubbed his hands uneasily, with cowardice in the detention, he was afraid of offending Rong Hui, so he smiled and tried to say: "Fairy..... How stopped. ”

Rong Hui thought of the special ability to draw ghosts, and decided to postpone painting ghosts until the matter in Qiongzhou was resolved, she smiled and said: "Jiang Mingyue is right, you are kind and sincere, the people of Qiongzhou are living in extreme pain, they need a protector to seal the painful memories, you are the only person." ”

Protector?

Looking at his ugly and deformed appearance in the lake, the painter ghost felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he smiled crampedly, his voice with a hint of anticipation and flattery, "Really, really?"

A trace of cunning flashed in Rong Hui's eyes, and he said with great sincerity: "Of course! Those terrifying monsters in the ghost city must have frightened many people when they appear, the people of Qiongzhou have nightmares every night, it is you who use the holy hand of Danqing to make the people of Qiongzhou return to normal life with your own strength, dare to dream, and are not afraid of dreaming, so that there is less timidity and fear in their lives, and more joyful memories. ”

The gods are not cultivators, as long as they are the sustenance in the hearts of the people, or the demons and monsters that protect the people are all gods.

Rong Hui has seen many demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and even ghost cultivators become the patron saints of the people, no matter where they come from, they are all respectable monks.

Rong Hui hated ghost cultivation, but he didn't overturn a boatload of people with one shot.

There are also evil cultivators in the righteous sect, and there are also good people in the crooked sect.

As for the ghost cultivators of Penglai Pavilion, the reason why Rong Hui hates them to the bone is that they act unscrupulously, just such an all-encompassing evil demon is recognized by the Heavenly Dao, exists in the world, and its power is increasing day by day.

There is also a part of the hatred engraved in the hearts of the disciples of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion, and the deep hatred with the thousands of years of blood in Penglai Pavilion.

The ghost has never been recognized.

After his death, he met Jiang Mingyue and Rong Hui and felt that his life was meaningful.

Excitement and the joy of Yu Bole welled up in his heart, and the ghost's eyes were hot, "Am I really that important?"

Rong Hui punched out a water heart condensed by the divine dragon law to strengthen the soul of the ghost, and said sincerely: "Are you willing to continue to shine with your pen for the Chang'an Changle of the people of Qiongzhou? ”

There is no reincarnation for cultivators, and Rong Hui cannot dry the reincarnation path.

The path of reincarnation is one of the heavenly paths.

There is only merit that affects reincarnation, and those who do good deeds naturally have more merit.

"I do!"

The painter mustered up the courage and said loudly.

The joy of being recognized dispels the inferiority complex in the heart of the ghost.

He loves life, loves painting, and what he couldn't do in his lifetime, after his death, he will use his special ability to seal those lingering nightmares in another world.

Rong Hui smiled with satisfaction.

When Wang Hongyu came back to his senses, he heard the painting ghost shouting sincerely, and said blankly: "Willing, what willing?"

Rong Hui ignored him, asked some more questions about the ghost, and then condensed an enchantment where the ghost lived, and after the ghost slipped in, he sealed the enchantment in the wooden sword.

The two sat quietly in the underground palace for a long time.

During this period, there were two different breaths that broke into the formation, and both were injured by the sword formation.

Wang Hongyu wanted to ask Rong Hui what kind of cultivation he had, and he wanted to know how such a powerful sword array could last so long without a spell, mainly because he wanted to learn.

But when I thought of the words I had before entering the ghost town, my face was hot.

Before going, Wang Hongyu kept telling Rong Hui not to hold back.

So far, if he doesn't have a Rong Hui, he won't be able to get out at all.

Wang Hongyu didn't dare to say that when he was overwhelmed by the ghost tide, he saw the door engraved with the emblem of the Tongling Sect, the strange thing was that the door was open, and there was no need for anyone to push it open, he heard someone calling him inside the door, and in despair, he almost walked in.

That door was normal, but it made Wang Hongyu feel fear and despair, like hysterical fear when the blood moon rose.

"Senior sister?" Wang Shi woke up from a coma, he looked at the childlike dungeon, got up and flew out of the lotus, "Where is this, why are you here?"

What the ghost painting says is true, and those who are seduced by the magic will forget the memory of the ghost town.