() Speaking to An Shiqing.

She was separated from Qiao Song, and since she came out of the cave, she has been looking for the monk's cemetery in Xiaojun Mountain.

She still overestimated her sense of direction.

During this period, she used topographic techniques several times, and it was perfectly staggered with the monk's cemetery.

The demonic fog that permeates Xiaojun Mountain is really easy to get lost.

An Shiqing also encountered a lot of ghosts on the road.

Every time she touched a corpse, she threw a talisman at it, turning it into a motionless stake.

The time agreed with the Alliance was limited, and she didn't have that much time to waste fighting the ghost.

These ghosts that sneaked into Xiaojun Mountain out of nowhere are endless, and they can't be killed.

An Shiqing had hundreds of talismans on his body, and he was about to run out of talismans, and there were still a lot of corpses in front of him.

Before she knew it, the last talisman was also thrown out by her.

She took it out again, but she couldn't even pull out half of the talisman.

A ghost corpse attacked her.

An Shiqing raised his hand and quickly drew a talisman in the air.

Everywhere she swiped with her fingertips, there was a flash of inspiration.

And the light on her fingertips was only a flash in the pan, fleeting.

In her current state, she doesn't have any spiritual power on her body, and Xiaojun Mountain's demon fog and miasma are pervasive, and there are very few spiritual energy that can be borrowed.

Only when she arrives at the monk's cemetery can she show her skills.

That is, she can find it within twelve hours.

She's been wasting nearly three hours on the road.

There are more than a dozen ghost corpses in front of him, and now he is outnumbered, if An Shiqing loves to fight, the time wasted will only be more.

She paused at her feet, activated the terrain technique again, and escaped gorgeously in front of the dozen or so vicious corpses.

It's good that she didn't escape, but this escape, she actually fell into the ghost nest.

The corpses around him were twice as large as Fang Cai.

Don't be so decaying!

When An Shiqing was complaining, a sword light circled the field and killed half of the surrounding corpses.

This sword light was hesitant, obviously retaining its strength.

It was probably An Shiqing's sudden appearance that alarmed the person who used the sword.

"What a fast sword. ”

This is a master.

However, among the masters An Shiqing knew, there was no master whose swordsmanship still had such a supple sword intent.

Even the Ling Sect Master of the Hanxiang Ling Clan, whose temperament is as gentle as water, is also resolute and resolute and straightforward.

Where are the masters?

An Shiqing raised his eyes to look for it, and saw a cloud of light in the thick mist.

The sword light flashed again, and the remaining corpses also fell to the ground in a different place.

The sword light disappeared, and a person appeared.

The man was carrying a lantern, and the light from the lantern shone brightly.

The light that An Shiqing saw just now was this lantern.

This is no ordinary lantern.

The light coming from the lantern is not candlelight.

"Lamp Spirit. It's a good thing. ”

Then this lantern is not a simple lantern.

The outer cover of the lantern is the cage that imprisons the lantern spirit.

The cage seems to be blessed with some kind of enchantment, in case the miasma of this little mountain invades the lantern and affects the lantern spirit.

Through the cover, you can faintly see the lantern spirit fluttering its wings inside.

The Lamp Spirit is a kind of creature like an elf, which is rarely seen under normal circumstances.

An Shiqing had also seen records about the lamp spirit in the classics before.

"The county lord is well. The man with the lantern said.

The other party recognized her.

An Shiqing's attention was on the lamp spirit.

Hearing the man speak, she turned her gaze to his face.

Face?

What's wrong with his face?

The man wore a very plain mask.

The mask is extremely ordinary, with no expression, no embellishments or embellishments.

The person who disguises himself with such a simple mask does not want the people around him to pay too much attention to the face under his mask.

He's either extremely ugly or extremely handsome.

An Shiqing has no fanatical hobby of masks, but he is a mask collector. There are many masks in her bag, and any one she takes out is more interesting than the one on his face.

An Shiqing raised his hand and waved at the lantern man, which was regarded as a greeting.

Then, she went straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist, may I ask how to get to the monk's cemetery?"

"County Lord, please come with me. ”

It seems that the lantern bearer is also going to the monk's cemetery.

When he was about to leave, he saw that An Shiqing was wearing thin clothes, so he took off the cloak on his body and put it on for An Shiqing.

For his actions, An Shiqing was a little surprised.

She soon realized that he gave her the cloak, eighty percent out of the care of the elders for the juniors.

The smell on the cloak is good.

Probably not the smell of him, but the smell of some kind of incense.

When he leaned over, An Shiqing found that the smell on his body was very light, just like spring water.

An Shiqing noticed the embroidery on the cloak.

"The ornamentation on this cloak looks like Jiang's embroidery. ”

“... Humble Jing is indeed a Jiang woman. The lantern bearer said.

The implication is that this cloak was embroidered by his wife.

An Shiqing originally resisted everything related to the Jiang family.

The wonderful thing is that she is not averse to the cloak on her body.

She gathered her cloak and said, "This cloak can't be done in a day." Judging from the embroidery pattern and embroidery art, Ling Zheng must have poured a lot of patience into it. She must love you very much. ”

The lantern bearer seemed to have no idea how to answer her words, and was silent for a long time.

An Shiqing hummed a tune: "She must love you very much, da~"

I don't remember the words, but the tune is there.

An Shiqing followed the lantern man forward for a while, and gradually found that the surrounding demon fog and miasma were not so strong.

The further you go, the better the air.

It seems that the monk's cemetery is about to arrive.

The monk's cemetery is the place with the strongest aura in Xiaojun Mountain, and it is protected by its own enchantment.

So far, in the entire Xiaojun Mountain, only this part of the place has not been affected by the demon fog and miasma.

But if this goes on for a long time, sooner or later it will be eroded and polluted.

It is precisely because the monks' cemetery has not been affected by the outside world for the time being, it has become the best place to rest.

Many disciples are hiding here.

The appearance of An Shiqing and the lantern man frightened them a lot.

I thought the ghost corpse was coming.

"County Lord!"

There are a few disciples of Qingtai who are hiding here.

The wild plains of the Beast Mountain are also among them.

"Everyone else is alright!"

They thought that An Shiqing was also a poor disciple of a certain sect who came with him, so they didn't pay attention to him.

An Shiqing said to them, "Everyone else is in the temple. You have to go there too. ”

Nohara said, "There are a few disciples on our side who are not in a good situation. At this time, if everyone wants to leave here, they will become the same as these disciples!"

An Shiqing threw him a bottle of pill, "Distribute this medicine to everyone present." This medicine can temporarily help you fight off the miasma. Immediately after eating, you go to meet the people of the temple. ”

"Why are we leaving here!?" said someone who expressed strong reluctance and was inflammatory. "Once we get out, there will be more than one bad luck! There must be someone outside Xiaojun Mountain who is trying to find a way to help us get out of trouble! We just have to wait here!"

An Shiqing told everyone a ruthless fact: "Now the entire Xiaojun Mountain is sealed by an enchantment, and people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out." If you want to live, hurry to the temple. If you are not afraid of death, just stay and wait for death. ”

An Shiqing found a place to sit down, holding Yuan Guiyi in both hands, obviously having settled down.

Nohara distributed the pill to the disciples who were willing to leave with him, and then put the rest of the pill on the ground.

Before leaving, Nohara asked An Shiqing: "County Lord, aren't you leaving?"

An Shiqing closed his eyes and did not respond.

The lantern-bearer said, "She can't hear anything now, and she can't be distracted, so go away." This lamp spirit is for you, and the little one inside will guide you to the temple. If you encounter a ghost corpse on the road, don't fall in love with it, just find a way to get out as soon as possible. Remember, before the ninth heavenly thunder falls, be sure to rush to the temple. ”

Nohara asked thoughtfully, "What if you don't arrive?"

"Then the little mountain will be your burial place. The lantern-bearer said, "You don't want your parents to come here to worship you today." ”

After listening to the words of the lantern bearer, some of the disciples took medicine and were willing to go to the temple with Nohara.

Nohara hesitated for a moment, picked up the lantern spirit, and looked at the lantern bearer: "Senior, what about you?"

The lantern man looked at An Shiqing, who was meditating: "I want to protect her here." ”

Nohara suddenly didn't want to leave, "Then I'll too..."

The lantern bearer interrupted him: "I am enough. ”

"Senpai!"

The lantern man looked at Nohara and whispered, "Let's go." ”

When he turned around again, he found An Shiqing looking at him with his eyes open.

The lanternman's hand behind him tightened.

He obviously didn't expect An Shiqing to be settled yet.

An Shiqing stared at him faintly for a long time.

She heard the conversation between him and Nohara just now.

Not only did this man know who she was, but he seemed to know something about her.

Where did such a person come from?

After a while, An Shiqing casually took out nine thunder talismans, shook his hand and sacrificed these nine talismans to the sky.

"I almost forgot. ”

After arranging the thunder guide charm and holding the sword and pestle beside him, An Shiqing really settled down.

Nohara also fed the elixir to the disciples who were not in a good condition, and then united with Qingtao's other disciples and took them out of the monk's cemetery together.

After Nohara's group left, the monks' cemetery suddenly emptied a lot.

There are still a few disciples who insist on staying here.

The lantern man coldly blasted them away: "Take the medicine, hurry up, I really want to die here!"

Those disciples sent the gods to grab the medicine bottles on the ground, ate the remaining pills, and trembled to chase the group of people who walked in front.

At this time, in the monk's cemetery, there were only An Shiqing and the lantern man left.

The surrounding aura was summoned, and slowly gathered between An Shiqing's hands.

Those scattered spiritual lights gradually rotated into a ball of golden light, and the golden light gradually condensed into a golden pill.

She's in the knot.

"In vitro knotting. Attaboy. ”

After the golden pill took shape, there was a muffled sound in the sky.

Boom - Boom -

Thunder is coming!

The thunder is really coming!

Black clouds, lightning bolts.

Rumble!

After the loud noise, a thunderbolt fell, impartially, and hit An Shiqing's golden pill.

The golden pill shattered with a single blow and turned into scattered particles of light, shining like thousands of stars in the vast universe.

These vivid light particles regathered between An Shiqing's palms and slowly condensed into a golden pill.

This golden pill looks more pure and strong than the one that was shattered by the heavenly thunder just now.

Not many people know that she can still marry Dan.

Nine thunders from the Heavenly Xuan Golden Pill.

This is An Shiqing's unique secret skill.