Two moons rise, one on the left and one on the right, one bright and one dark, hanging in the sky, clinging to each other.

"Life

Dreams are like long roads

Let the wind and frost stay on your face

In the red dust

How many directions does the dream have

Find a dreamy beloved

The road is boundless

Life is

The prolongation of dreams

There are vague tears in the dream

Where to go from here

You and I have the direction in our hearts

The wind sighed softly in a dream

The road and the people are vast

......”

An Jie sat on the roof of the house, looking up at the two moons in the sky, humming softly in his mouth, the song was low, echoing in the deserted courtyard for a long time.

"Hehe, what song are you singing?"

With the sound of laughter, a picturesque woman flew into the air, and the white dress was blown by the wind, fluttering like a fairy against the background of the moonlight. An Jie knew that she was not an immortal, but a ghost, but he was not afraid, because he was also a ghost.

"A Chinese Ghost Story. ”

"A Chinese ghost story, are you talking about a woman?"

"Wrong, it's a female ghost and a man, poignant...... Not. ”

Stretching out his hand to brush away the long hair that flew on his face with the wind, An Jie no longer looked at the moon, and turned his head to look at Leng Yiren sitting beside him, that cold and charming face has been seen more than ten times, and he will still be amazed, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes full of autumn water, especially like Nie Xiaoqian in A Chinese Ghost Story.

("Nie Xiaoqian, don't have a cold face, it's really a little similar!"" Wei Ping muttered in his heart.) ）

Before the love story could be spoken, Leng Yiren covered his mouth, pulled him and flew off the roof, hiding in the dilapidated courtyard, and the courtyard was quiet for a while.

Only the wind blew through the dead leaves on the ground, wrapped in it and flew up, flew to the octagonal attic in the center of the courtyard, and landed in the attic aisle.

The octagonal attic has eight floors, 24 meters high, and under the eaves, there are 64 lanterns hanging, which can be seen from a distance, illuminating this small world.

"Squeak—"

"Bang—"

The courtyard gate that had been in disrepair for a long time first squeaked, maybe pushed a little hard, and hit the mottled door wall, and the bang was a little loud, and I couldn't help but worry about whether it would fall down and die.

Yin Shuhua, dressed in a big red dress, broke into the door, ran to the stone stairs of the octagonal attic, turned around quickly, lowered her head slightly, stared at Mo Tianfang who was following closely with her eyes, gasped a few times, and said angrily: "Old lady, I have no grudge against you in the past, I have no grudge against you in the past and no enmity in the near future, two days and one night, from Partridge Mountain to this double-headed peak, I will chase after you, are you sick?"

Mo Tianfang is nearly two meters tall, majestic and majestic, wearing a tiger-striped black iron soul armor domineering side leakage, the thick eyebrows on the face of the national character are slightly wrinkled, and the afterglow looks at the abandoned soul building, a pair of tiger eyes are always facing Yin Shuhua, and he opened his mouth and replied: "You dead snake spirit, you have lost your conscience, Yanjia Village under Partridge Mountain, one hundred and eighty-five people, all of them have been taken out by you, and you don't even let go of children, do you say you have lost your conscience?"

When Xiao Shuihan, a tall and thin man, broke in, the corners of his mouth twitched when he heard Mo Tianfang's long list of words, and he couldn't help but sarcastically say: "I said boss, can you change your nagging personality?" This beautiful sister is cold, she hasn't spoken to us in the past two days, and now she is nagging, most of it is to delay time. ”

"Two words, do it!"

Luan Fengjiao, the last member of the Ice and Fire Soul Fighting Group, entered the door, she felt aggrieved in her heart, and her face was full of anger, of course, not to the two people in front of her, but to the mortal stars who rushed behind her.

Fan Xing tripped on the threshold, his body soaring into the air, and he screamed in fright.

With an angry shout in his mouth, he stepped forward, drew his sword, held it in both hands, raised it above his head, and slashed down. The whole body is surrounded by blue light, and the movements are done in one go, and the momentum is amazing.

"Soul and soul unity"

"Soul and soul unity"

"Soul and soul unity"

An Jie was shocked, he was so surprised that he opened his mouth enough to stuff a duck egg—he saw the shadows of the three of them under the moon suddenly merge into them, from a paper-like form to a concave and convex form, wrapping every part of the body from the bottom to the top.

At this moment, the black iron soul armor they wore was silent, swirling with blue or red light flames, layer upon layer, and the arrogance was soaring, which was very cool!

He thought that if in his previous life, those long-legged Oba stars wore this outfit and stood on the stage, the screams would be absolutely continuous, and they would faint!

Seeing An Jie's stunned appearance, Leng Yiren secretly smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in his ear, as if biting his ear: "That is the standard skill of human soul unity and becoming a soul fighter. ”

The sound was like a mosquito, itchy and crispy, which made An Jie want to avoid but was afraid that he wouldn't hear it, and froze there for a while.

It has been a year since the Ice and Fire Soul Fighting Group was established, and the three of them have a tacit understanding, one move after another, and the connection is just right.

Yin Shuhua turned sideways to dodge Luan Fengjiao's sword wrapped in the wind, and the sword body brushed against the bodice that was held high, and the cold aura contained in the blue light flame pierced the smooth skin with a layer of small particles.

Followed by a shot from Mo Tian like a fire dragon, the fiery red flame was transmitted from the palm of the hand to the body of the gun, rotated forward, and condensed towards the tip of the gun, and the light at the tip of the gun was extremely intense.

When this shot stabbed in the chest, Yin Shuhua's body leaned back and bent into an arch, Xiao Shuihan's sword slashed at her head, and the head continued to bend inward, completely beyond the limits of the human body, and at the same time turned her head, facing each other head-on, stretched out the tip of her tongue and slowly licked her lips, from left to right, from top to bottom, and smiled coldly at the three of them.

"Smack—"

Yin Shuhua's body fell to the ground, and then quickly retreated, climbing the stone ladder upside down weirdly, and her upper body was raised high, her lower body had become a snake, colorful. She screamed at the attic behind her and shouted, "Old ghost, you have to watch the show until you go, and you won't get out of here!"

"Lady Shuhua, disturb this saint's cultivation, see that this saint won't kill you later!"

Before seeing the ghost, he heard his voice first, and a calm sound came from the top floor of the eight-story attic, and then the window opened without wind, and the figure shrouded in black robes flew out, slowly descended, and landed lightly beside Yin Shuhua.

Mo Tianfang and the three of them quickly retreated, opened a distance of three zhang, and retreated to the middle of the attic and the courtyard gate, so that they could attack and retreat, and the main thing was that the saint in the sentence was enough to bluff people.

This saint, generally a person or ghost can only claim to be a saint when he has reached the holy level, otherwise he will be killed.

In the era of Mengfamine, there were no ghosts and demons on the Senluo Continent, only the existence of beasts, time passed, heaven and earth changed, and beasts slowly evolved into human demons.

Although the human race thinks it is a primate, it is hunted and raised by the ever-changing demon race and the murderous and bloodthirsty demon race, until the appearance of the first generation of god lord Yunfei, he created the method of soul cultivation and taught a part of the human race to cultivate, this part of the human race is called the fighter.

Fighters are divided into three levels, soul level, holy level, god level, each level is three grades, the soul level has a soul fighter, a soul fighter, a soul fighter, a soul fighter, a saint douluo, the holy level has a saint fighter, a god fighter, a god douluo.

Even the lowest-level Contra fighters can stay for ten days, and as long as they find a place of yin and continue to cultivate within these ten days, then they can continue to "live" as a pure yin body. Or find a soul armor and live in it until the soul body stabilizes and becomes a member of the ghost clan.

All members of the ghost clan are fighters, and in order to distinguish them from the human race, the fighters are called ghost fighters, and a ghost word is added before each level.

Hearing the black-robed figure claiming to be this saint, it must at least be the strength of the ghost saint fighter, and that strength is not something that the Ice and Fire Soul Fighting Group can match. Mo Tianfang naturally led the members of the group to retreat, and on the way back, his mental power was released, and he sensed that the black-robed figure only had the strength of a ghost fighter, and his heart was settled, it seemed to be a bluff!

Wu Xian's pale face was light, but he scolded Yin Shuhua in his heart, he didn't want to come down. This dead snake spirit went to the soul building of this South 239 Town for ten days and a half months to hook up with a fighter, and hooked up with a soul fighter and a soul fighter, he wouldn't say anything, after all, he could also get some benefits.

But this time, when he heard the movement, he reached the Saint Seiya before he died, and he put his mind on the top floor, and he naturally didn't pay attention to the two Contra Fighters and one Soul Fighter of the Ice and Fire Soul Fighting Group. Although he had a big battle before he died, his soul was injured, and now he only has the strength of a ghost fighter, but his former vision is there, and the soul fighter is naturally not worth mentioning!

What's more, he was still a Holy Array Master before he died, and that was where the confidence lies!

However, after entering the courtyard gate, Fan Ming, who was standing casually under the corridor on the right, could not perceive the depth, which meant that it was dangerous. The world of fighters, the wind is surging, the clouds are treacherous, and he loses all the games if he accidentally dies once, and he has a deep understanding of it.

However, Yin Shuhua's shout made him have to come down, it is not his disposition to be a shrinking turtle!

"Alas, troubles, troubles, sorrows, sorrows!"