In a corner of Lanruo Temple, a woman shook her hand desperately, but the golden flame on it not only did not subside, but spread upward along her hand, and the woman gritted her teeth and cut off her entire arm, and blue blood flowed from the wound. The arm on the ground was cut off and no longer human, turning into a ghost hand that kept twisting and burning until it burned out.

The woman was shocked and frightened when she saw this scene, but the resentment on her face was even more profound, and even a human face was as hideous as a demon. "The little hooves don't hurry up, they can't stop Yan Chixia from finishing together, I didn't expect such a powerful person to come to the temple. ”

A young woman next to her looked at this scene, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her eyes, it was Nie Xiaoqian, she was also bitter in her heart, she wanted to go to Xu Xian tonight and ask him to take her away from this Lanruo Temple, but she didn't expect that there would be such a big disturbance at night.

"Yes, auntie. Xiao Qian responded in a low voice, and turned around and walked in the direction of the fight, but she didn't see how the woman's gaze was poisonous, and the remaining left hand slowly opened and grabbed towards Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian didn't realize it, the woman was firm in her killing intent, and when she was about to do it, Xiao Qian suddenly turned around and smiled mischievously. The smile was like a cunning little girl finding the candy that her mother had hidden, with a little pride and satisfaction.

The woman had never seen this girl smile like this for so many years, and in the eyes of the woman, she was always weak and complaining, and sentimental. In particular, her brows are as beautiful as Xi Shi's heart, which makes the woman jealous. It's just that she never thought about how such a weak woman could survive in such a ghost cave surrounded by ghosts, and keep an innocent body, is she just favored by her grandmother?

Xiao Qian's head was covered with green silk, fluttering slightly in the night wind, the peach hairpin was taken off at some point, held in her hand, but the other hand was holding a black doll, the wooden hairpin pierced deeply into the doll, the woman was stiff, and her throat was rattling "How, how is it possible?"

The woman couldn't believe it, how could a mere witch Gu doll be able to deal with herself, even if Xiao Qian hid her strength, she would never be stronger than herself, and her cultivation years were far above this Xiao Nizi. But the numb body reminded her of her failure.

Xiao Qian covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled, but with the other hand she grabbed the doll tightly and slowly pressed the hairpin deeper with her thumb. "Auntie, this green silk spell knot tastes good!"

The woman tried to see that the doll was actually made of hair, and the source of the material was undoubtedly herself. She suddenly remembered Xiaoqian's work in recent years - the servant girl who combed her hair. Watching Xiaoqian reluctantly help her comb her hair every day is the happiest time for her every day. As the hairpin pierced deeper and deeper, the woman was completely speechless.

The green silk spell knot, the recipient of the three thousand green silk, with a wonderful hand to form a puppet, can be to death. It's just that the conditions for this technique are also extremely strict, and the hair cannot be cut and pulled out, it must fall off completely naturally, and there is no way for non-cronies to do it. This technique is so unorthodox that no one thought that someone would use it.

Three years of forbearance is only for one possibility, today it is finally used, the hairpin penetrates the doll, the doll spontaneously combusts without fire, the woman looks at her body burning, but she does not feel any pain, a great fear will swallow her, only to death.

Xiao Qian retracted the hairpin into her sleeve, and her mother's words were still in her ears, "Xiao Qian, you have to learn to coax people so that you won't be bullied by others!" A mournful smile appeared on Xiao Qian's face: "Mother, Xiao Qian is very good at coaxing people, isn't it?"

In Lanruo Temple, in that moment of light, the little ghost didn't even have time to howl and turned directly into green smoke, and the big ghost also wailed and collapsed, Xu Xian felt a splitting headache, and the light in his soul also dimmed a lot. But there is still an extremely warm but extremely ruthless consciousness that supports him, so that he cannot faint. Bent over and gritted his teeth for a while, he said to Yan Chixia beside him, "Let's go, go and punish the enemy." ”

Yan Chixia did not hide the look of approval in her eyes, and she didn't come to help Xu Xian, but just strode in front, and Xu Xian really followed behind without hesitation.

The passers-by were really much more relaxed, there were not many ghosts to stop them, and the two of them walked extremely fast. There is a fence in front of you, and as long as you cross it, you can go to a mass grave outside the temple, the lair of the old demon.

"Xu Gongzi save me!" A coquettish voice blocked the way of the two, Yan Chixia's heart sank, and she was a ghost who could get close to her. But when she heard her cry for help, she didn't cut down a sword, the sword light stayed beside Xiao Qian, surrounded by a circle of swimming fish, Xiao Qian's face was even pale, trembling all over, like a little flower in the cold wind, which was pitiful.

"Xiaoqian died at the age of eighteen, buried outside Lanruo Temple, forced by demons, slaves and maids, and had to harm people, yesterday I saw the sincerity of the son, I wanted the son to save me from the sea of suffering, although I knew that I was guilty, I hope you will have mercy. After Xiao Qian finished speaking, she knelt on the ground, looking at Xu Xian with an expectant face, and regarded the sword light around her as nothing.

Yan Chixia looked at Xu Xian, Xu Xian supported himself and nodded to Yan Chixia, and shook his head again. Yan Chixia understood that Xu Xian had the intention of saving him, but she left the decision to herself, glanced at the light female ghost on the ground and said, "Her qi is light and agile, and she is not a cultivator who absorbs people's essence and blood." ”

Xu Xian nodded and said to Nie Xiaoqian, "Get up!" The voice was so flat that even he was taken aback. When he used the power of the sun in his soul, he seemed to be exceptionally calm and indifferent, unmoved by external objects.

I didn't have time to think about it, the two of them rushed to the outside of the temple, and listened to Xiaoqian talk about various matters of this old demon along the way, although I couldn't believe it, but there was always a reference. But the more she listened to Yan Chixia's brows, the tighter she wrinkled. If the ghosts are wolves that eat sheep, then the old demon is a tiger that eats wolves, and often steals the essence and blood directly from the haunted house, and all the ghosts can't resist.

Xiao Qian still has something to say, that is, the old demon has never stolen anything from herself, which is one of the reasons why she is jealous and hated by the ghosts. Some people say that she is favored by her grandmother, but Xiao Qian really didn't see the meaning of pampering from that numb face, but was bound here by the old demon through the bones like all ghosts for decades. Now she took Xu Xian and the others to the old demon's lair, and she didn't feel uneasy, but she was a little hesitant, are these two really the opponents of the old demon?

Yan Chixia is also thinking about this question, but no matter what, as long as the husband makes up his mind, he can only act resolutely, even if it is a sea of hellfire, he has no regrets.

As for Xu Xian, this person who should have been the most scared, but at this time he entered a wonderful state, he had never used the power of the sun in his soul, but when he used it for the first time today, his heart was as calm as water, and it was difficult to make half a wave.

I saw a huge poplar tree standing quietly at the top of a mass grave. There is a black nest on the tree, which is the place where Xiao Qian said to bury bones.

In the darkness, the tombs are everywhere, and the ghosts are blazing. In the darkness, a sea of green was reflected, the blue fire gathered and dispersed, and countless cries, laughter, shouts and scolding, and shouts of killing filled the ears. Hearing it makes people's hearts frightened, if a mortal is only afraid that he will be shocked to death on the spot, even ordinary cultivators should be thrilled.

Yan Chixia was fearless and resolutely moved forward. Xu Xian maintained a faint golden light, following behind, his face calm as if he was not going to face a death match.

Xiao Qian followed behind them eagerly, I don't know how many scoldings came at her, and the betrayer never felt too good. Even she trembled involuntarily, Xu Xian in front of her suddenly stopped, Xiao Qian's mind was in a trance and almost hit his back, one hand grabbed her slender wrist, and there was a burst of warmth, I don't know when, the light was no longer dazzling.

Xiao Qian was pulled by the figure in the light, followed behind her, and her heart suddenly returned to calm, is this the person she decided to promise?

Xu Xian was thinking: if she made the slightest move, she would immediately use the Sun True Fire he had just mastered to refine and kill. Along the way, desperately absorbing the power of the sun, I felt that the light in the star palace was lit up again. He would never have been so calculated, but when he continued to absorb the power of the sun, the surname Li had the upper hand like never before.

"Ahem, ahem. The sound of a shriveled cough spread throughout the hills. Under the poplar tree, an old woman sat lazily hunched over, and the sound of coughing came from her mouth, and the hill immediately calmed down.

"Grandma!" Xiao Qian exhaled with mixed feelings.

Grandma just glanced at her with cloudy eyes and said, "It's here." ”

The voice was faint as usual, but it made Xiao Qian almost cry, because for decades, this voice was too familiar.

Yan Chixia was like a great enemy, he felt that the old woman in front of him was an extremely difficult enemy to deal with, and this was her territory, and this time it was probably a life-and-death struggle. It's just a trace of doubt that slips through my mind, since it is a monster and a wood demon known for its longevity, why is it so old and coughing. But think about it, most of the spirits are pretending, maybe it's the old monster's strategy to underestimate the enemy.

The two stepped forward, and Xu Xian clenched the Qinghong Sword in his hand. Yan Chixia's white flying sword shone with dazzling white light. The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

"The two of you are willing to listen to the old man tell a story, and after the story is told, they will kill or chop, and listen to it. ”

Yan Chixia and Xu Xian glanced at each other, they were both a little surprised, no fighting, no peace, no surrender, but what story to tell. The two of them didn't stop until they came within ten steps of the poplar tree, Yan Chixia nodded, and said, "You can talk about it!" No matter what kind of conspiracy and trickery, this distance flying sword is enough to kill, and the two of them are willing to take a break and recover after a dramatic battle, and it is also beneficial for them to delay time.

Yan Chixia was arrogant, Xu Xian's heart was as calm as water, standing on this chaotic grave, the surrounding ghosts were quiet, but the hostility did not decrease at all, but the two of them regarded it as nothing. It's just that he kept accumulating strength, and just waited for a suitable time, he sent a thunderous blow and cut off the life of this old monster.

As for what grandma would say, neither of them paid attention to it.