After the golden iron man let out that dull roar, the whole mountain trembled, and the black wind eye on the mountainside glanced at the top of the mountain, and was afraid in his heart, but he still stiffened his limbs, and he did not slip away with fear, I am afraid that Ji Lingsheng will praise him for having a conscience when he sees it.

After the sound, the heavens and the earth seemed to be quieter, but then there was some unusual movement in the forest, and in the eyes of the black wind that were trying to open wide, dark red ghost shadows floated out of the woods and began to wander around, looking for food with their bloody mouths open.

At the same time, a purple figure rushed out of the dense forest, half of its face was dripping with blood, like a fierce ghost with deep resentment, Hei Feng did not hesitate anymore, turned his head and ran, but something that made it even more frightened.

The purple-clothed female ghost just tapped twice on the hillside, and then caught up with it that had just started, and rode on its back, can the black wind be afraid? At that time, she began to raise her feet and jump wildly, walking and stopping sharply, trying to throw the thing off her back, but the purple clothes only fluttered with big sleeves, shaking but not falling.

Yue Ziming saw a tall black horse as soon as she was out of danger, and she didn't think much about it, so she jumped on the horse's back, but the beast seemed to be frightened, and kept jumping, and the next mountain was like dancing.

In the blank eyes of the four people under the mountain, a dark crazy horse jumped down the mountain, like an ant stepping on an oil pot, and it couldn't take the right foot, so he could only jump vigorously.

A few people were a little stunned, the sound just now already made people feel wrong, and the scene in front of them was even more incredible, of course they saw Yue Ziming on horseback, but at the moment, coupled with the displeasure on the fairy's face, no one wanted to ask out loud.

Scar-faced Yang Kui looked at Ji Huaishan and gave him a look, but the cunning Taoist priest tilted his head to the side and didn't see it at all.

Yue Ziming rode the black wind, directly skipped a few people, and returned to the original way, and the black wind, who struggled several times to no avail, could only accept his fate obediently.

Looking at the back of Yue Ziming's departure, Ji Huaishan put on a helpless expression, drove the horse to follow, and Yang Kui also lightly buckled the horse's belly and left slowly.

Ma Jin saw the bloodstains on Yue Ziming's face, and was a little worried in his heart, but he didn't say anything, sighed and was about to turn around and go back to the village, but he heard Wang Chong exclaim, "There are ghosts on the mountain!"

The three people who had already turned their horses' heads immediately turned their heads to look, only to see that the red clouds above the mangroves had spread out at some point, and ghost shadows roared out of the woods, with silent wails coming out of their mouths, and thousands of cries gathered together to create a feast of magic sounds.

Wang Chong's face turned pale, even if he had seen a lot of dead people, he thought that he still couldn't raise his courage under such a strange thing, this is a hundred ghosts that can't be written in the Zhiwei ghost chapter, Ma Jin is older, relatively calm, and he also has some heart palpitations.

The Taoist priest surnamed Ji, who put away his exaggerated expression, no longer twisted his beard with his fingers, but grabbed it fiercely, his face changed uncertainly, when he was young and studied the law with the old Taoist, he had seen the soul Gu raised by the old Taoist, and the soul of the living person was taken to practice, and it could be refined into a small magic weapon in three years, and the terrifying scene of those unjust souls wailing was the most Ji Huaishan had ever seen in his life, and it was still a small thing compared to the scene in front of him at this moment.

This is clearly a terrible ghost who has been imprisoned for countless years!

Yang Kui also kept frowning, killing people is not enough, at most there is a piece of flesh and blood, how can there be a hundred ghosts crying together to infiltrate people. Fortunately, those ghosts only wandered on the hillside, and none of them ran out of the range of the ghost mountain, as if there was an invisible prohibition to imprison these yin objects here.

The ghost shadow does not come out of the ghost mountain to make everyone breathe a sigh of relief, after all, this kind of thing is rampant in the mountains, and it is estimated that no one can stop it, Ji Huaishan also let go of his hand, and did not pull off the goatee that he had grown for many years.

Several people put aside their worries for the time being, turned to leave.

Wang Chong looked down at the hill with red clouds, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother Ma, do you think that guy will die inside?", Ma Jin thought for a while and said: "It should be more than auspicious." ”

Yue Ziming returned to the village and immediately found a secret room to recuperate, the thunderous blow of the iron man guarding the formation caused her a lot of internal injuries, the meridians in her body were broken by half, and the aura was scurrying in her body at the moment.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Yue Ziming felt better, the violent aura between her chest and abdomen slowly calmed down, when she cultivated to the realm of transformation, she could take the body of others, and she was more clever in reshaping her body, but Yue Ziming was only the second gate of the Xuan Palace, and she didn't have that much ability, so she sneered and continued to warm up the injuries in her body.

A few days later, Yue Ziming, who had not seen the light for a few days, finally walked out of the secret room and stood on the second floor of the attic in the middle hall of the village, still wearing a gray and white fox fur, her eyes looking at the direction of the ghost mountain, her face was slightly pale but her complexion was much better than before.

A few steps away there was a burly man kneeling on one knee, the man was huge, half-squatting was as high as Yue Ziming's shoulders, the man always squinted, and a square face was always full of smiles, Yue Ziming turned his head and smiled kindly at the man, "Uncle Wei, how many years have you been here?"

The man looked like he should be forty years old, but his figure was too much stronger by ordinary young people, the man spoke very gently, with a look of embarrassment, and recalled: "It has been almost twenty years since the slave came here, and now that I think about it, life is really fast." ”

Yue Ziming smiled and nodded, and then asked: "How is this compared to the palace?", the burly man who was honored as the second master of the village in the village squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Does Your Highness want to hear the slave tell the truth or lie?" ”

was called by the princess of a country, but Uncle Wei, who was not flattered, smiled silently.

Yue Ziming put his gaze back into the distance, and sighed: "I have made a big loss-making transaction when I entered the mountain this time." The man smiled when he heard this, and comforted: "Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and sometimes it is a good thing to suffer a little loss, this is what someone told me when the slave left the palace, and then I got older, and then I thought about it carefully, and I felt that it was so reasonable." ”

But the princess didn't quite agree with the common sayings that the common people often said, and she also narrowed her peach blossom eyes and said slowly: "But I, the person, don't like to suffer the most." ”

Zhongyi, who was originally the commander of the sword guards of the Siyue Palace, sighed, stared at Yue Ziming's shoulders, which had not collapsed after the defeat of the royal family, and said softly: "Your Highness, you have suffered all these years. Yue Ziming shook her head and smiled, her words soft, "Uncle Wei, do you want to say these words to my mother?"

Wei Zhongyi's expression was stunned, and his other leg also knelt down, and said with a bitter face: "The slave deserves death!" Yue Ziming turned around, did not get angry, and said softly: "Uncle Wei, don't kneel, it's strange cold on the ground." Wei Zhongyi's body is lower, it stands to reason that Yue Ziming is no longer what it used to be, he doesn't have to be so low-voiced, but the middle-aged man has always regarded himself as a courtier.

Yue Ziming had to step forward and help the man, who was more than twice as burly as her, to help him up, the man's face was gloomy, Yue Ziming didn't blame him, but laughed at himself slightly: "I'm no longer Siyue's princess, Uncle Wei, you don't have to practice yourself, you have been with me for the past few years, Ziming is already very grateful, how can I blame you?"

"Do you know what my mother said about you?", Wei Zhongyi was stunned, everyone in the palace knew that this terrifying giant man was famous for his devotion to duty, but few people knew that this rough-looking man who was known as loyal and unparalleled and the queen was a bamboo horse relationship who went around the bed to make green plums, every time he asked the queen to say goodbye to the queen, this man would secretly smile bitterly, which was only seen by Yue Ziming, who had the air of eating cattle when he was young.

Yue Ziming said in a trance: "She told me that if I lose this identity and face, it would be good to go back to my hometown to grow vegetables." Wei Zhongyi's face was incredulous, and then his eyes were red, his eyes were wet, and he almost lost his voice in pain.

Yue Ziming patted Wei Zhongyi on the shoulder to show comfort, Wei Zhongyi's eyes moistened again, and he choked up: "The slave can keep the princess for the rest of his life." ”

Yue Ziming didn't care, she walked out of the corridor, looked at the distant mountains, and said to herself: "If I go to find that pseudo-realm, can I save your life?"

A roll of gray and white fox fur lifted in the wind, and then floated downstairs.

······

Ghost Mountain, Blood Spirit Pool

Different from what Ji Lingsheng and the others saw that day, the water surface of the Blood Spirit Pool was no longer an ancient well, but tumbled violently, according to experience, there should be red smoke rising here, but now it was gasping in, which looked very weird.

In the bright red pool water, there is a small black shadow, if you look closely, you can see that it is a human figure, the person is silent, the body naturally relaxes and sinks at the bottom of the pool, the entire left arm has been half wasted, and I don't know whether it is dead or alive.

The blood red pool water kept churning around Ji Lingsheng, and Ji Lingsheng lost consciousness the moment he fell into the water, at that time, under serious injuries, diving into the blood spirit pool seemed to be the only way to survive, if the iron man still killed in the pool water, then he was really dead, although it was not much better now.

Ji Lingsheng sank at the bottom of the pool, but there was a behemoth beside him that occupied most of the space, and it was the golden iron man, but now the iron man was as quiet as a dead thing, and it was a lot more reassuring to be motionless.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Lingsheng seemed to be dead, no heartbeat, no breathing, and his body was wrapped with a dead breath, at this time, the iron man who had not moved for a long time seemed to wake up, his eyes were bright red, and a vague shadow floated out of the iron man's left chest, and the shadow gently floated to Ji Lingsheng's side.

Like a sigh, and like a whisper, the shadow touched Ji Lingsheng's body, and then returned to the iron man's body, and the iron man fell silent again.

After a burst of blood light, Ji Lingsheng's body suddenly became flat, the pool water gushed and gasped, the dark red aura violently impacted Ji Lingsheng's body, and the rotten left hand was slowly repaired.

When the water returned to calm, there was suddenly a humanoid spar at the bottom of the pool.