Husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes, and husband and wife are still like this, not to mention the ghosts and monsters in the Middle Ages of Lanruo Temple who usually succumb to the strength of the tree demon, naturally the trees are also scattered, and they have lost the control of the tree demon, and they have fled here, and in just a moment, the ghosts and monsters of the entire Lanruo Temple have almost dissipated.

In the woods, two horses galloped, Yan Chixia took the lead, Meng Changsheng followed closely with Nie Xiaoqian, but soon, the group's faces changed slightly, and they found a problem.

Looking up at the sky again, I don't know when the bright moon hanging in the sky has also disappeared, replaced by a thick layer of dark clouds, dark clouds rolling from all directions, pressing very low, giving people a huge sense of depression, as if a storm is about to come.

Meng Changsheng's heart sank, and he shouted to Yan Chixia in front of him: "Yan Daochang, the situation is not right" After speaking, he pulled the reins and asked the horse to stop.

"Huh" Yan Chixia naturally felt this, pulled the reins and stopped, looked around vigilantly, and then looked up at the sky that was already black and cloudy, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid the old demon has come." ”

Meng Changsheng also has this kind of intuition, otherwise this forest would have passed through a long time ago, so that he couldn't even see the edge of the woods by now, and the sky above his head had been covered by dark clouds at some point.

In the arms of "Dream Boy" Meng Changsheng, Nie Xiaoqian turned her head to look at Meng Changsheng with some worry.

This posture of the two is extremely intimate, although Meng Changsheng is holding the reins with both hands, but it looks like hugging Nie Xiaoqian from behind, the two are tightly together, Nie Xiaoqian's back is against Meng Changsheng's chest, and he can almost clearly feel the temperature and breath on each other's bodies, and Nie Xiaoqian's face is almost on the same as Meng Changsheng.

Originally, Nie Xiaoqian was still worried, but as soon as she finished speaking, she found that her face was almost on Meng Changsheng's face, especially the lips were almost less than a centimeter away from Meng Changsheng's chin, and they almost touched each other.

Meng Changsheng naturally noticed Nie Xiaoqian's style at this moment, if it was at other times, he might have a good in-depth exchange of feelings or something, such as how people and ghosts should go deeper, but now he really didn't have that mood, he looked around vigilantly, and then looked at Yan Chixia in front.

Yan Chixia also had a solemn face, her eyes were patrolling around, but at this moment, a voice suddenly came into her ears, "beep...", "bell", "woooooo

Meng Changsheng listened carefully, the voice came from the front and behind him respectively, but after listening carefully, the two voices were very different, the voice from the front was full of joy, laughter and laughter mixed with the sound of trumpets and gongs, and the sound from behind was playing music, mourning, accompanied by crying, like a funeral, the voice became clearer and clearer, approaching them.

Meng Changsheng, Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian all changed their faces at the same time, this voice appeared too suddenly, and it was extremely weird, the voice from the front was full of joy and laughter, but the voice behind was mournful and painful, crying and whimpering, like a funeral, it was extremely weird.

"It's coming!" Suddenly, Yan Chixia said something in front, Meng Changsheng heard the sound and looked, only to see a team wearing flowers and red and carrying a big red sedan chair appeared in front, there were several children and women in the front of the team, scattering flowers and laughing, and the back was like an army, carrying a big red sedan chair, running over.

They were all dressed in bright red and festive, but if you look closely at the faces of these people, you will find that these people are as pale as paper, and they are clearly dead faces.

"Ghost marrying" Yan Chixia's eyes stared, and the greeting team in front of her was not a person at all.

"It's the old demon's greeting team, the old demon of Montenegro is here" Nie Xiaoqian's face turned pale instantly, and she recognized the greeting team in front of her, in the past, when the tree demon of Lanruo Temple married some female ghosts to the old demon of Montenegro, it was such a ghost army to greet her.

At the same time, the front of the welcoming team shot, behind Meng Changsheng, it was also a team that followed closely, but it was diametrically opposed to the festive welcoming team in front, and there was obviously a funeral procession behind, the figures in the team were all wearing white filial piety clothes, white silk and white sails, and there were two black coffins in the middle of the team, among which there were several women crying in the team.

However, these women were crying, but there was a clear smile on their faces, and their eyes were looking at themselves, as if they were crying for themselves, with that pale face and strange appearance, Rao is dream Changsheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

There was a chill in his heart, but then Meng Changsheng stared, directly pulled out the long sword on his waist, and slashed at the funeral team behind him, "What kind of demon, dare to be presumptuous here!" Yan Chixia in front also made a move at this time, shouted loudly, slapped out with one palm, and slashed towards the welcoming team in front.

"Boom!" The earth collapsed, and the ground behind it was cut out of a crack by Meng Changsheng's sword, and the land in front of it was also slapped out of a big pit by Yan Chixia's palm, but the welcoming team and the funeral procession were not hit by the two, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air at the first time the two of them shot.

Disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared, and then a huge yin wind hit, the wind was so big that it was difficult to open the eyes, and the surrounding things could not be seen clearly at the first time, and when the yin wind passed, I could see the scene in front of me again, but it was already another scene.

The woods disappeared, and the front of him became an empty and huge school field, surrounded by black gas and behind him, he could not see anything, and the top of his head was also pitch black, dark and dark, only the school field in front of him was clearly visible, on the school field, an army that looked like nearly a thousand people was neatly arranged, with a unified black armor, and a black mask on his face, and he couldn't see his true face, but these people were haunted by black gas, and the ghost was full of spirit.

The scene in front of me is like an abyss and hell.

The leader is a headless knight wearing blood-colored armor riding on a tall undead war horse, holding a huge blood axe more than two feet long in his hand, the axe is slashed on the ground, take a closer look, there is a figure under the axe blade, it is a woman, the axe blade just cut down from the woman's back, it looks like the entire back has been split by the blood axe, but it is not completely split, and it is still connected together, the end is extremely tragic.

The woman did not die, but raised her head and slowly looked at Meng Changsheng and his party, her head was raised, revealing a pretty face, but it looked extremely painful, and her face became hideous and distorted, as if she was enduring great pain, seeing the woman's face when she raised her head, Meng Changsheng and Yan Chixia did not know each other, and Nie Xiaoqian's face changed greatly!

"Xiaoqing!" The woman under the blood axe raised her head, revealing a face that had become distorted because of pain, not who Xiaoqing was, Nie Xiaoqian exclaimed sadly, she has been in Lanruo Temple for many years, if there is anyone close to her, there is no doubt that it is Xiaoqing, the maid who has been with her in front of her.

"Sister Xiaoqian..."Xiaoqing also saw Nie Xiaoqian, opened her mouth and opened her mouth with difficulty, but just as she called out Nie Xiaoqian's name, the headless horseman thrust the blood axe in his hand into the ground: "Huh!"

The depth of the huge blood axe blade inserted into the ground was once again submerged into a large section, and Xiaoqing's body, which was originally under the axe blade, was directly split in half, and no blood flowed out, because Xiaoqing himself was a ghost, without flesh and blood, it was split in half, and then turned into ashes and dissipated.

"Xiaoqing" Nie Xiaoqian exclaimed sadly.

"Don't be impulsive" Meng Changsheng pressed Nie Xiaoqian's shoulder with his palm to prevent her from being impulsive, and glanced at the headless horseman, obviously, the other party killed Xiaoqing on purpose to show them, otherwise why kill at this time if you don't kill sooner or later, she took a deep look at the headless momentum, and felt the aura exuded by the other party that was not weaker than the realm of qi training, and her heart sank slightly.

Then he walked past the Headless Horseman and the ghost army behind him, and looked at a three-meter-high platform at the back of the schoolyard, which was built with a skull, and a white bone seat on it, on which a huge figure was shrouded in a black wallet.

Black Mountain Old Demon!