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The three of them headed to a small town with swords.

A hundred years have passed, and Xuanjia, which was once glorious, has now become a yizhuang that no one cares about.

The house was decorated with seeping white cloth, and hundreds of empty coffins were placed in the yard. The ancestral hall was densely packed with memorial tablets of the Xuan family. There were burning paper money in the brazier, and white candles because the door of the ancestral hall was opened. The wind blows.

It's a bit eerie, but more of it is breathtakingly depressing and sad.

"Fathers, mothers, brothers...the children have lived in hiding for hundreds of years, and now they can finally avenge you..."

With tears in his eyes, Xuan knelt in front of the memorial tablet and kowtowed three times.

"My child is unfilial... I'm afraid I won't have the chance to come back and offer incense to you in the future. It's a pity that I can't leave an heir for the Xuan family... It would be great if I were a boy."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment with a sad look on her face, and then laughed at herself: "Women are pretty good, too. If I were a man, I wouldn't be able to escape the vicious hands of that evil woman."

Shuangyu and Baochen looked at each other, knelt down behind Xuan Yi, and kowtowed three times.

"I'm lucky to have Venerable Xuanyi protecting me along the way. Don't worry, everyone, we will protect him with our lives during the war."

"Go, go, I don't need you two juniors to protect each other. You just need to live a good life. Don't think of things so badly. Maybe there will be a turn for the better?"

Xuan Yi sneered and reassured the two of them.

Shuangyu smiled bitterly and said nothing.

A turnaround is impossible.

The only thing he can do is to protect the people around him before leaving this world.

Xuanyi, Xiaoai, and Banchen.

He is just a small ghost, with some skills, but not invincible.

If the door to hell is really opened, even if he is wiped out in ashes, he may not be able to protect the world.

Liu Xuanyi said his final goodbyes to his family in the ancestral hall.

After coming out, Shuangyu finally decided to contact the underworld after thinking for a long time.

But he didn't dare to contact his superiors. He only dared to contact the ghost servants who had a good relationship with him.

He didn't say anything, just that there might be trouble and he needed their help.

Although he is aloof, he has a good relationship with his colleagues, and everyone is willing to sell him favors.

After doing the math, there were a total of 37 ghosts who agreed to come to help. As long as not all the evil ghosts from the eighteenth level of hell appeared, it shouldn't be very difficult to capture those evil ghosts.

"feather."

Behind him, Baochen's soft voice sounded.

Shuangyu turned around and smiled brightly: "I'm a little tired, so I'd like to lend you a shoulder to lean on."

The latter didn't say anything, but led him to the big tree in the yard, sat down, and held his fingers tightly.

Shuangyu looked at the bright moon in the sky and slowly rested her head on his shoulder.

"Do you believe in past lives?"

"letter."

Baochen stared at him quietly and smiled.

"That's good...you have to remember that even...even if we don't have a good ending in this life, we will definitely meet again in the next life. No matter how many times we go around, we will always be together."

The tip of Shuangyu's nose was sour, she sniffed and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Yes, no matter where you are, I will always find you."

Baochen gently cupped his cheek, placed a soft kiss on his brow, and smiled.

"Let's go."

Xuanyi, with reddish eyes, walked out of the ancestral hall and nodded to the two people under the tree.

The three of them rushed to the Saintess Sect with their swords.

At the same time, the Saintess Sect seemed to have entered a state of melee.

Qilian controlled the puppets to kill everyone. One after another, the female cultivators fell down one after another. Soon they became puppets in his hands, controlled by him like puppets on strings and continued to kill their fellow disciples.

This move forced Wen Meier, who had been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, to leave the seclusion early.

She is about to ascend, which is the most critical moment.

Even when there was news of Wen Rong's death, she resisted and did not leave the house.

But Qilian forced her to give up her final sprint and come out to solve this serious problem.

"presumptuous!"

Huge pressure came.

A surge of energy approached Qilian.

The overly powerful energy directly knocked the puppet with low cultivation level off his back, leaving his limbs broken and his arms shattered on the ground.

Qi Lian was forced to retreat continuously, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to have been shattered.

"Ahem... It's a great power that is about to ascend. This kind of power is perfect for being used as a formation eye. Just let your disciples have fun with you!"

His face was pale, but his smile was extremely bright. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered the mantra.

Hou Yi's corpse and the corpses of the three tribulation-era bosses from the Saintess Sect all moved out to attack Wen Meier.

Although they have become puppets, their movements are not greatly restricted, and they can even maintain nearly eight levels of skill when a person is alive.

Wen Meier's face was solemn and she was shocked.

Where did you learn these forbidden techniques? It can be described as heaven-defying.

Although these people are not as good as her in cultivation, they are still very difficult to deal with.

For a moment, Wen Meier was unable to take any action to deal with Qilian.

"Master, we are here to help you!"

When the disciples of the Holy Maiden Sect saw her, they immediately cheered up and came to help one after another.

"You are no match for them. Kill that low-level monk. If he doesn't die, the Saintess Sect will be destroyed!"

Wen Meier knew better than anyone else how to capture the thief first, and she hurriedly gave instructions to everyone.

"Your Majesty, you really look down on me. Although Qi's cultivation is not good, he doesn't take this person seriously."

Qi Lian sneered and continued to use the puppet to protect himself.

The battle entered a fierce stage.

If Hou Yi and others were still alive, Wen Meier might not be able to defeat them. After all, there was not much difference in their realms.

But they are all dead, especially Hou Yi, and their souls have been taken away by Shuang Yu. What is in this body at the moment is just a remnant soul, and his ability is greatly reduced.

In about a quarter of an hour, Wen Meier managed to deal with several people. Although she was also seriously injured, she had no problem dealing with a child like Qi Lian.

"Everyone, step aside and let me meet him!"

With a loud roar, a piece of silk flew out of her body and headed towards Qilian.

Controlling a puppet consumes a lot of money.

At this moment, Qilian was at the end of his strength. He tried to continue controlling the puppet, but his dantian hurt and his face suddenly turned pale.

No, my spiritual power is exhausted!

Unable to escape, he watched Ling Luo fly towards him, wrap around his neck, and drag him straight towards Wen Mei'er.

"You brat, you killed so many disciples of my Saintess Sect, I want you to die!"

Wen Meier, whose eyes were red with murder, sternly said that she was about to strangle him.

"Uh... damn... what are you waiting for? If I die, you will never open the door to hell!"

Qi Lian's face turned from red to blue, and he spoke out these words with difficulty.

In mid-air, a little Lolita wearing a red coat and combing her hair like a servant girl slowly appeared.