After searching the village for a long time, I found nothing, and the sky gradually darkened.

Yiyun walked to a small square in the village, and in the middle of this square was a large tree with lush foliage. The tip of the nose can faintly smell the faint woody fragrance, take a closer look, and find that it is a peach tree.

Looking at the peach wood sword in his hand, Yiyun thought to himself: The broken sword in his hand looked like it was about to break, and he didn't know what the difference was between this and a peach branch that was casually broken.

"Whew!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew around him, making Yiyun shiver. Kaka in his arms probed out, jumped to his shoulder, and kept jumping, making a rapid "click" sound.

"Damn, there's not going to be anything popping up again!" Yiyun muttered, and complained at the same time: "Nima! Can you be a little creative, it's such a yin wind every time, a call sign or something!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a sudden sound like this all around, and Yiyun's head suddenly became bigger, and he cried with a sad face: "Okay, don't force creativity, let's come to regular things!"

"Whew......" The voice changed suddenly.

Looking at the gusts of yin wind circling around, Yiyun tightened the peachwood sword in his hand, turned around, compared his left hand to the sword pointing to the sky, and stood with his right hand horizontally, shouting in his mouth: "Demon, don't show up soon!"

That posture, that momentum, is like a sword immortal descending, like divine help. However, before Yiyun could put on his momentum, a gust of yin wind rushed towards him, blowing the apricot yellow robe whirring, as if it was going to disintegrate and go away in the next moment. When I opened my windswept eyes, I saw a pale face with a cloak and water stains.

"Damn, ...... hell" After a pause for a second, a sound comparable to the world's highest voice soared from Yiyun's mouth into the sky. Then Yiyun turned around and ran, but the frightened Yiyun obviously forgot that there was a large peach tree behind him.

Hearing a loud "bang", Yiyun unfortunately hit the peach tree, fainted on his back, and the peach wood sword in his hand also fell to the side.

The female ghost Wang Cuicui, who was wearing a cloak, was also stunned when she saw this, obviously she didn't expect Yiyun to be so timid.

Pass: Wang Cuicui said to the reader in a serious way: Children, don't despise "Monster Clerk", there is a thriller plot. Then she put on a kawaii pose: If you look, please look deeply, there is the care of a big sister!

Stunned, Wang Cuicui floated towards Yiyun.

"Huh!"

At this moment, a yellow light shot out, forcing Wang Cuicui to give up the offensive against Yiyun and drift away. Huang Guang stopped in front of Yiyun, it was Ling Jianan, a part-time ghost clerk.

Seeing that Yiyun was safe and sound, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time looked at the female ghost with a cloak on the opposite side vigilantly.

Wang Cuicui on the opposite side was wearing a bright red cheongsam, a pair of particularly conspicuous embroidered shoes on her feet, and her black hair hung down like a waterfall, revealing her miserable white face below.

"Smack!"

Ling Jiannan waved the long whip in his hand, and his left hand pinched the trick from time to time to play the Dao Soul Suppression Strength, while Wang Cuicui's figure was fluttering, advancing and retreating, and there were gusts of yin wind between her fluttering figures, making the surroundings look like a cold winter wind blowing.

Just when Ling Jiannan and Wang Cuicui's bodies were entangled, Yiyun under the peach tree slowly woke up.

Yiyun, who picked up the peachwood sword, was about to step forward to help.

As a result, a purple glimmer flashed from a rune on the peachwood sword, and a sword trick called "Guiding Thunder Technique" flashed in Yiyun's mind. Yiyun, who was in a hurry, directly resorted to the "thunder trick".

"Nima, what kind of bird egg thing to lead thunder!Hey, can you not always increase my skills, it's annoying!" Yiyun muttered, picked up the peachwood sword and rushed forward.

"Yiyun is here!"

After using a singing voice, Yiyun felt that his whole person was instantly taller.

Ling Jianan glanced at Yiyun with disdain, and then retreated, looking at Yiyun while stepping back, wondering what kind of fame he was doing.

What he didn't want to catch his eyes was that Yiyun had a sword technique in one hand, and a sword pointed at the sky, and the slightest purple light spread from the sword body to the sky, and his figure looked extremely tall.

This situation, this scene, at this moment, he is no longer Yiyun, but the possession of the Great Sage: At that moment, the dark sky was suddenly cut open by a huge lightning bolt, and Yiyun jumped up and pointed the peachwood sword straight at the sky. "Come on"! His figure, illuminated by electric light at that moment, is still frozen in the legend thousands of years later.

Yiyun was already gathering momentum, and shouted, "Nine Heavens Xuansha, turn into divine thunder." Brilliant Tianwei, lead it with a sword!".

Then a sword pointed at Wang Cuicui. As the voice fell, a purple electric light appeared out of thin air and shot towards Wang Cuicui.

(Nima, can you not do this, to deal with a female ghost, use a tall thing like the Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique?)

The female ghost flying in the air saw the purple electric light shooting towards her at this time, and she also used all her strength. I saw that the yin wind beside Wang Cuicui was wanton, and the invisible yin wind actually formed a substantial wind wall in front of him.

"Bang!"

The purple electric light suddenly made a loud sound when it met the Yin Wind Wall in an instant, and it exploded in an instant.

The aftermath of the explosion knocked the nearest Ling Jianan away, and in a hurry, Ling Jianan's body turned around, and after landing, he took a few steps back, and landed right next to Yiyun, who was temporarily out of strength due to the use of the lightning channeling technique.

Without waiting for Yiyun to inquire about the injury, he spat out a mouthful of blood with "wow", obviously injured.

In Yiyun's opinion, such a strong explosion even injured Ling Jianan, and Wang Cuicui must have already ascended to heaven. Unexpectedly, at the center of the explosion, a figure gradually appeared, accompanied by a bleak ghost cry and a fierce yin wind.

Looking at the figure that appeared at the center of the explosion, Yiyun and Ling Jiannan were dumbfounded: It's all right.

"Ahh......h

A gust of yin wind accompanied by a ghost scream, Wang Cuicui approached the two.

"Nima, who designed this stupid-forced plot!" Yiyun went crazy directly: "Just TMD a female ghost, what do you want to do with such a plot that can't die all the time!"

Hearing that Yiyun was directly angry, Mango Sect could only respond helplessly: Okay, turn on the bloody drama mode and amplify the moves!

It suddenly darkened, and seven bright stars flashed next to the moon, and they were gradually approaching the moon, as if they were about to connect in a line. Time and space seemed to freeze in an instant, and only the seven stars in the night were following the trajectory of hundreds of millions of years.

When the seven stars in the night were connected with the moon, a white pillar of light fell from the moon and happened to fall on Wang Cuicui, who was not far in front of them.

When the pillar of light was added, the rich resentment on Wang Cuicui's body seemed to be washed away by the stripped away, causing it to let out a burst of miserable ghost screams.

Hearing the hoarse scream, Yiyun couldn't bear it, so he took out the broken flute on his waist and put it to his mouth: Zhuhai Qingyin blew out unconsciously, the same melody, different plots, the flute sound was like a breeze blowing through the heart, moisturizing things silently.

Accompanied by the melody of the flute, Wang Cuicui no longer screamed, as if she had calmed her heart.

"Chinese words, chaotic and crazy. I am clear and self-conscious, not afraid of what a thousand people point out, but I have a clear conscience. ”

The brief nine-star alignment has passed, and the flute has gradually faded. Wang Cuicui, who was shrouded in a pillar of light, also revealed her figure. Its image has changed greatly, no longer the resentful appearance of the shawl, but exudes a trace of kindness.

Hearing those words, the female ghost stopped there for a moment and let out a long sigh.

Ling Jiannan got up, took out a palm-sized black and white flag, and the female ghost fluttered and fell in.

The three of them become tigers, and rumors can kill people.

The world is cold.

How to face it if you survive in it.

Between life and death, you will be shocked:

A qiē is just like a person drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold.

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