Fragments of muttering floated from all directions, and the yin qi turned into the form of countless evil ghosts, and pounced on Xie Wenxin fiercely.

None of these evil spirits have a body, nor are they incarnated by spirits, but are born out of death. There is no thought, and only obeys the master's commands.

The five directions of the water turned into silk strings, making a sound that broke the air in the air.

Zheng!

Each one harvests countless spirits, but new evil spirits fill in. The lilac creation qi in the meridians flowed, but when it appeared outside the body, it was exponentially consumed, and the situation was extremely unfavorable to Xie Wenxin.

She's going to find out the body of the Wind Candle!

After the ghost cultivates after death, he only cultivates the soul, and has no body. Released from the confinement of the body, it is ethereal and unpredictable.

"Whew-"

The hundred ghosts wandered, and they all let out a sharp and piercing cry, as if piercing the eardrums, reaching the bottom of the heart.

Xie Wenxin resisted the death qi in his soul that was about to get out of control, bit his index finger, the red blood overflowed, and he waved his hand to draw an arc in front of him!

Blood dripped to the ground, covering it with a pale golden layer at some point.

It is moon scale powder.

The moon scale powder obtained from the Shang Yu Palace, glowing with fluorescence, formed a mysterious magic circle, which impressively isolated Xie Wenxin from Sen Ran's ghost qi.

Also blocked is the cry that affects the mind.

Xie Wen's face turned pale, gritted his teeth, and suppressed the boundless killing intent in his heart. The eyes were crazy and restrained, as if there was infinite killing intent hidden under the calm sea, dyed with a patch of scarlet.

It's a must!

Wind Candle didn't want to waste any more time with her. This ghostly nocturnal walk was his pride in the world, and if he were an ordinary monk, he would have lost his mind a long time ago. The female cultivator in front of her had some ability, and it didn't have the slightest effect, but her eyes were a little red.

He felt tricky, but he also took it seriously. Among the countless evil spirits, a pale umbrella appeared out of thin air.

The umbrella is retracted, and only a pure white surface can be faintly seen on it, and the handle exposed at the end of the umbrella is a dry bone.

It's a bone umbrella!

The wandering spirits around them saw the umbrella, but they retreated like a flood, far away from the bone umbrella.

Xie Wenxin's eyes narrowed slightly.

The formation fell to the ground and could not move, Xie Wenxin stood in the formation, the bone umbrella slowly opened, but the aura emitted was not terrifying, but with a strange magic power, extremely kind, floating towards her.

The surface of the umbrella is pure and flawless, but if you look closely, you can see countless faces faintly changing in it. or full of horror, or crying with joy, or angry and angry.

Faces surged on the umbrella and then pressed down in an instant. It's just that these faces all have one thing in common -

There was a hole in everyone's eyes.

A person who has eyes but no eyes.

Countless voices came from them, old and young, men and women. It's like the voice of a heavenly demon.

Countless mouths open and close, but the sounds they make are not very human words, they have nothing to do with each other, but they are all sending out an invitation.

Let the people who see the umbrella join them.

Xie Wenxin felt that he couldn't help but want to get close to the bone umbrella, and he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue and calmed down. The Void Escape Technique can only be used once, and the body of the Wind Candle is hidden among many ghosts, Xie Wenxin can't find his entity, and if he can't hit it with one blow, he will lose his spiritual power and be slaughtered.

She can't lose!

......

The man kneeling on the ground was slightly taller and had a square face. It's just that the cleverness on his face destroys the loyal temperament: "Qingluan's bloodline worships in Cangwumen, and it is not in Yunzhou at all." ”

The person on the other side was different from what she imagined. Dressed in a pure black palace dress, the hair is tied behind the head at will, slightly monotonous, only a dark bead on the forehead, and there are no extra ornaments. But just one glance at her, I couldn't help but look away, only to feel that there would be no more beautiful person in the world than her.

This beauty transcends gender. It's the most beautiful flower god in the rumor, I'm afraid it can't compare to the person in front of me.

Song Linshuang thought in her heart, and forced herself to look away, only looking down at her feet.

"Oh, knowing the purpose of my Luanfeng Pavilion, you can still find this seat. I am not afraid of this seat...... Kill you?"

The voice is not gentle, but slightly hoarse. If it is placed on ordinary people, it will not be liked, but when this woman says it, it is extremely beautiful, and every sound falls on the softest place in the bottom of my heart, and I am deeply touched.

Song Linshuang abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart and said indifferently: "The dead are more useful than the living, and the humble body of the younger generation, if it can be used by the pavilion master, it can be regarded as a worthy death." ”

The Lord of Luan Feng Pavilion chuckled lightly and said angrily: "I like your temperament, if it weren't for your looks, it wouldn't be eye-catching...... Alas......"

She didn't know what she thought, and her hoarse voice sighed softly, with a little sadness.

Song Linshuang only felt that the laughter had itched in her ears, but she didn't raise her head, hiding all the emotions in her eyes, and heard the voice that was like a fairy concubine coming again.

"But know these ......"

"It can be seen that you really have some ability. ”

It seemed to be a sincere compliment, but Song Linshuang knew the danger. She restrained her wildly beating thoughts and slowly explained: "The junior master once told me that the golden wind and jade dew are from Luanfeng Pavilion. A few days ago, there was an auction in the No Trouble Pavilion, and the younger generations were also among them. ”

"This should have been told to him by this little guy Fu Yue. The Lord of Luanfeng Pavilion spoke in a frivolous tone, and did not take the Lord of the Senluo Palace in his eyes.

Hearing this name, Song Linshuang only felt that the killing intent condensed blood. Knowing that success or failure is in the thought of the person in front of him, his nails are deeply embedded in the flesh.

The Lord of Luanfeng Pavilion didn't care about Song Linshuang's nervousness, and said casually: "He should also be in Yunzhou, but he was scared away with a bottle of Golden Wind Jade Dew, so boring." ”

Song Linshuang's heart was cold and raw, and she didn't dare to guess the meaning of the words of the woman in front of her. But Fu Yue, the one who killed her. She only hated now that she had no ability, otherwise, she must bite off his flesh one by one to eliminate the hatred in her heart.

"Qingluan bloodline...... It's just that a few days ago, I met two foundation building disciples of your sect......"

Song Linshuang told the story of the two sisters of the blue firefly and red carp that day, and finally said: "The old man of Wufu is also a demon cultivator, I'm afraid it ......."

The main eyes of the Luan Feng Pavilion were full of charms, and he rolled his eyes without losing the slightest: "He doesn't dare." ”

As soon as the words fell, he looked at Song Linshuang again, with a little appreciation in his eyes, and said with a smile: "If this matter is successful, I will help you take a trace of Shen Changtian's true blood." ”

"Thank you, Pavilion Master. ”