At the edge of a dilapidated house near the gate of the Ghost Gate, Lu Chengfeng and his party finally found Ye Ziqing.

However, the moment he saw Ye Ziqing, Lu Chengfeng couldn't help but be shocked.

But I saw that Ye Ziqing's originally delicate face was still scratched with flesh and blood, and even the clothes on her body were scratched to pieces, and she was unclothed, which was miserable.

If it weren't for her clothes and saber, she wouldn't even be able to make out who the person in front of her was.

Lu Chengfeng tore off the robe on his body and wrapped him, he wanted to say something comforting but he never knew how to say it, he just hugged Ye Ziqing gently and said, "It's okay, it's okay......"

Ye Ziqing opened her eyes from a trance, with a hot feeling on her face, and she probably guessed what was going on. Silent tears rolled across her face but she couldn't feel the pain anymore, she hugged Lu Chengfeng tightly, her nails were embedded in his flesh.

After a long time, I heard her whisper in Lu Chengfeng's ear, "I'm so uncomfortable, Senior Brother Lu...... You're ...... Kill me!"

Lu Chengfeng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to treat you! I know the divine doctor Yin Tianyuan, his medical skills are exquisite, he will definitely be able to cure you!"

Ye Ziqing said, "Senior Brother Lu...... I asked you to help deal with the mountain gods, what did you tell me...... Is it true?"

Lu Chengfeng remembered what he had asked Ye Ziqing to promise at that time, in fact, it was just drunken nonsense, but now he really couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he had to nod again and again, "It's true, it's true, as long as you live well, I will definitely fulfill my promise!"

"What about you...... Can you kiss me?"

Facing Ye Ziqing's expectant eyes, Lu Chengfeng hesitated a little, and when he was about to take off his mask, Ye Ziqing's hand slipped silently from his back, but the expectation in his eyes made Lu Chengfeng unable to let go for a long time.

Lu Chengfeng hugged Ye Ziqing's corpse tightly, it was best not to say anything at this time, and all the anger was faintly emitted with Lu Chengfeng's trembling hands.

And Di Qianjun on the side saw that Ye Ziqing was silent, but at the moment he rushed out and roared at the sky, as if this was the only way to roar out the hatred in his heart.

Although he couldn't see the expression on Lu Chengfeng's face clearly, his body was trembling all the time, and Gu Yunyan had never seen a master who had always been calm and calm so sad. After a long time, she persuaded, "Master, the dead are gone! We have more important things to do, I'm afraid that if you delay any longer, more people will die!"

Lu Chengfeng naturally understood the truth, but he couldn't move his steps at the moment, he just wanted to stay here quietly and didn't want to go anywhere.

Not long after, a few golden sword rays flashed in the sky, and it was another cultivator of the sword. Lu Chengfeng knew that he had to go, his mind moved slightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword slashed down, and after a loud bang, a huge pit appeared not far from him. Lu Chengfeng slowly put Ye Ziqing's body into the giant pit and buried it, and then walked straight to the gate of the ghost gate.

As the saying goes, "In troubled times, the demons are smoking, and I will go where the road is." The young monk stained his sword with blood, and when he went, it was lively and scarce. ”

At this time, the ghost gate was closed, and the city gate was wide open, and endless yin qi came out from the city gate.

Once you enter the city gate, you will find the real ghost town.

Inside the ghost town is a road leading to the Naihe Bridge, and on both sides of the avenue, there are all kinds of shops and residences, but the original thriving scene has long been lost.

Occasionally, three or two wandering spirits ran past in a panic, but they didn't feel the obvious murderous aura.

However, Gu Yunyan's cultivation is still too low, and if he stays in this yin-filled place for too long, he will still feel a little uncomfortable.

The group walked out not far away, and suddenly felt the ground tremble under their feet, and then heard a fighting sound in front of them.

Lu Chengfeng hurriedly rushed over, but saw that the two were besieging a giant.

One is Lin Junyang of the Qionghua faction, and the other is Jiang Wuhan.

And they were besieging a six-foot-tall giant, with a bull's head and three eyes. This person, Lu Chengfeng, knew that it was the Black Rakshasa under the Ghost Throne.

The Black Rakshasa is tasked with collecting the souls of the dead.

In the face of such a giant, everyone around him seemed very small.

Lin Junyang is now the head of the Qionghua faction, and after years of cultivation, his cultivation is also a top existence in the entire cultivation world, but under the attack of Jiang Wuhan, the two of them have never been able to gain the upper hand, and there is a faint trend of decline.

Although the Black Rakshasa was very slow and clumsy, it was better than the copper skin and iron bones, even if Jiang Wuhan's Demon Suppression Sword slashed at him, it was like tickling. Every blow of the Black Rakshasa has a thousand powers, and no matter how they cast spells, they will never be able to hurt the Black Rakshasa in the slightest.

Di Qianjun was about to rush up to help, but Lu Chengfeng gave him an angry look and said, "In this level of battle, what is the use of you except to send you to death?"

Di Qianjun was about to open his mouth to refute, but then he paused again.

That's right, when a master fights, ordinary people can't see the way out of the theater, let alone help.

Lu Chengfeng glanced at the people who came with him, they were all disciples of the Qionghua faction and the Shushan faction, and they were fighting with the Yin soldiers accompanying the Black Rakshasa Sect.

Looking at their fight, Lu Chengfeng was sure of at least one thing, the ones who were injured were by no means the same group as the Yin soldiers at the moment.

In this way, it also means that there are two forces in this ghost town, one in the light and the other in the dark. If it is in the light like the Black Rakshasa in the light, it is easy to deal with, but in the dark, I am afraid that it is the real power.

After a long time, he suddenly saw a blood-like red light appear among the many Shushan disciples, although it was only fleeting, but Lu Chengfeng only felt that his scalp was numb, and it was definitely the light that the flower on the other side could emit.

Lu Chengfeng didn't even have to think about it, he must have gone together among the disciples of Shushan in disguise as men. The current Shushan disciples have suffered a lot of losses in the past few days, many of them are new disciples, and they are all new faces, and it is not unusual for Shangguan Xing'er to hide in the meantime.

Lu Chengfeng only felt a headache, and he had calculated that this clever ghost would actually disguise himself as a man.

But fortunately, the cultivation of these Yin soldiers is not too powerful, and it is more than enough for these hundreds of disciples to deal with it, he only needs to stare at this black rakshasa to death. In case the two of them are defeated, they can come to the rescue at any time.

As a last resort, Lin Junyang used the Nine Dragons Yin and Yang Technique. For a while, I saw eighteen dragon slashing swords stabbing at the black rakshasa on the opposite side.

The black rakshasa opened the bull's mouth and sucked it, and half of the eighteen sword rays were eaten. Lin Junyang pinched the trick with one finger, and the rest of the nine sword rays were around the back to hit it.

The Black Rakshasa obviously couldn't react quickly, and the nine sword rays instantly slashed towards its back.

This Lin Junyang's dragon slaying sword can also be regarded as a rare divine weapon, and under his full blow, the Black Rakshasa staggered forward.

And at this moment, Jiang Wuhan used the Divine Proud Snow Trick, and the endless white sword instantly slashed towards the front chest of the Black Rakshasa with a thunderous momentum.

Under this front and back attack, a sword mark appeared on the front chest of the Black Rakshasa impressively, but it was still not too deep.

And in the face of the full force of the two, although the Black Rakshasa suffered a small loss, it was not defeated.

Two white mist erupted from his bull's nose, but he saw that his eyes were blood-red, obviously angry.

(End of chapter)