The lonely souls and wild ghosts turned into resentment form a magnificent group of demons dancing.

Xiao Changhe looked at this scene, feeling a little lost in his heart, and his back also looked a little depressed and inexplicably sad.

"Is there any hurdle that can't be overcome?" the woman named Qianji didn't know the roots, walked up to Xiao Changhe and sat down, and asked.

"The good days are coming to an end. Xiao Changhe said.

"So fast?" said Thousand Traces in surprise.

"Cause and effect, you lonely souls and wild ghosts received the great kindness of Mu Hong back then, but have you thought about it, and it was also Mu Hong who harmed you, if she hadn't forcibly kept you who should have been reincarnated, maybe you would have drunk Meng Po soup a long time ago, and there would be no upcoming catastrophe. "Xiao Changhe Road.

The woman blinked her eyes, a little puzzled, and asked, "What do you have in your head?" Even a day in the mortal world is the greatest gift for us lonely souls and wild ghosts who have nowhere to go, let alone a hundred years?"

Xiao Changhe hasn't spoken for a long time, is this really the case?

Maybe it's because I'm obsessed.

Qianji stared at Xiao Changhe, his tone was a little inexplicably regretful, and said: "You can't cultivate, naturally you don't know, a drink and a peck, it's all a chance, the sheltered fairy town is the real Xianjia Cave Mansion, we mountain spirits and ghosts naturally don't have so many restrictions, and the benefits we receive can never be understood by common sense, even if there are immortals on the mountain who cut off the souls of our lonely souls and wild ghosts with a sword, but the demons and monsters who are really cultivating in the Xianjia Cave Mansion for a hundred years can really be slaughtered? And as long as one or two demons and monsters escape, then those so-called mountain people will not have a good life, besides, you and Mu Hongshu are pillow people, I really don't know, she laid this game for you, and the grass and trees in the fairy town are not chess pieces?"

Qianji paused, and said boldly: "Including Chen Qiaosheng!"

Xiao Changhe frowned.

Qianji continued: "I understand your Xiao Changhe's compassion, and the entire Immortal Mountain can understand it, but when you are in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself!"

Xiao Changhe was a little bored for a while.

He stood up, glanced at this dilapidated ancient temple, and then looked at this splendid mountain and river hidden in the darkness, and finally sighed deeply and got up to leave.

"Xiao Changhe, are you leaving?" Qianji said.

Xiao Changhe didn't look back, but the back was a little inexplicably desolate, and said: "I wanted to seek a way out for you dogs, but who knew that Mu Hongshu brainwashed you dogs so thoroughly." ”

A young, dark-skinned, drunken boy.

The shriveled skeleton began to produce raw meat.

After that figure disappeared into the darkness, Xiao Changhe's whole body of flesh and blood had completely recovered to its original state.

The woman Qianji looked at Xiao Changhe's disappearing back, smiled bitterly, and waved her hand gently, as if the splendid mountains and rivers were scattered, and there was no more demons dancing between heaven and earth.

"Even if that day comes, even if the slave and maid suffer that kind of hell whipping again, even if ...... Even if the slave and maid are scattered, they will fight to the death!"

"Eh, all the dead things on the fairy mountain, retreat, mountain spirits and ghosts, no entry and exit. ”

Say what you say.

This piece of heaven and earth suddenly cleared, and there was a hanging Milky Way tumbling over, as if turning over a body, between this heaven and earth, there was a wave of righteousness.

The woman smiled slightly, spit out a mouthful of blood without money, she sat on the stone steps of the ancient temple, and the corners of her mouth showed a sweet smile.

It's like a virgin shyness.

She seemed to remember that year, on the bank of the Lishui River, she stood at the ferry, waiting for her lover to return.

She had washed that snow-white dress to gray.

She had broken and folded the wicker.

It wasn't until that year that the whole country celebrated that someone came on a white horse and brought an extremely ugly woman with him.

That year, her ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and now she came to make soup for you with a sword and went downstairs.

However, she finally found that she couldn't kill all the negative men in the world!

She will never forget that in the underworld, she received a thousand lashes, which separated her soul several times.

A thousand marks.

That's because she has a thousand scars on her body, but how can she count the scars in her heart?

............

The changes in this heaven and earth in an instant did not escape the eyes of those so-called mountain people, and the outrageous old Taoist priest held his broken arm with one hand, and then felt the changes between heaven and earth at this moment, a little inexplicably helpless.

It doesn't seem to be worth it.

Without Xiao Changhe present, there would not be so much hiding and hiding between several people, and the old Taoist priest who was guilty of his own evil and could not live stared at Ning Caisang coldly, and asked, "What did Xiao Changhe say to you before?"

Ning Caisang added firewood to the fire by himself, and said softly: "Chen Qiaosheng took a trip to the Qingyun Sword Sect, cut off the eighteen golden lotuses of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and reached a consensus with the sect master of my sect, I don't have to die on this trip to Immortal Town!"

Ning Caisang's outspokenness made the old Taoist priest stunned, and finally snorted coldly and said, "He Xiao Changhe has a big heart?"

Ning Caisang was disdainful, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he pretended to be puzzled: "Is it possible, do you think that you can get out alive after entering the mountain?"

"Is it really the iron wall of Immortal Town, and it can't be broken?" the old Taoist snorted coldly.

The little monk's gaze suddenly fell to the depths of the mountain at this time, he closed his eyes, and his palm turned over and fell again.

"Uncle Shi, I, I see, I heard, its snoring!" the little monk suddenly spoke.

At this moment, the old monk took a deep breath, neither sad nor happy.

"Perhaps, Xiao Changhe can really take us into the dragon's nest, perhaps, I can really see the real dragon that has been sleeping for 20,000 years!" the old Taoist priest said with some surprise.

"The earth dragon turned over for 10,000 years, walked in the water, and snored. The old monk narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "The time has come." ”

Dark-skinned drunkard boy.

Just come back at this moment.

He naturally heard the words of these mountain people, but the corner of the young man's mouth pursed an indifferent smile, and he said softly: "You mountain people, I don't know if your heart is really big, or you don't know whether you live or die, but since you have the heart of death, there is no need to beat around the bush about many things, after dawn, set off for the dragon's lair!"

The young man Xiao Changhe walked to Ning Caisang's side, stretched out his hand, and said, "Give it to me!"

Ning Caisang was stunned.

Xiao Changhe took the half-immortal soldier and said, "I said before that it belongs to me." ”

Ning Caisang did not refute.

Brush!

The half-immortal quality sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

The sword qi hidden in the scabbard poured out like flowing water, and the spiritual immortal soldier fell into the hands of others, and it was no longer Ning Caisang's good baby with the spirit fruit peeling.

The surging sword qi contained there.

Illuminate this piece of the world.

Xiao Changhe was holding its hand at this moment, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

It's just that he doesn't mind at all, and he sincerely praises -of--

"Good sword!"