My wife is a sword god

When the aftermath faded and the smoke dissipated, the fallen ghost generals reacted instantly.

"Where is that kid? Where did he go?"

"He actually avoided the fatal killing intent of the ghost general's flash finger magic."

"Even so, he must have been seriously injured by the power at close range. If he can be captured, he will definitely be rewarded by the master Shen Tu!"

"Why don't you chase him quickly? He is seriously injured and can't run far!"

For the reward, all the ghost generals took action, only the ghost emperor Zhang Heng, who was floating in the air, watched all this indifferently.

At this time, he suddenly found something and looked down at his right cuff. There, a charred mark was quite eye-catching.

That was the mark left by Qin Feng's thunder finger!

"Interesting." Zhang Heng glanced at the direction of the ghost gate, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then flashed and disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he had returned to the Naihe Bridge.

Zhao Wenhe saw Zhang Heng coming back alone, and knew that the capture was not successful, and he could not help but feel surprised.

Among the five ghost generals, if they competed in speed, no one could match Zhang Heng. Even he failed to catch the person who broke into the boundary, which showed that the person who broke into the boundary was not ordinary.

Zhou Qi stared at the broken boundary and asked without turning his head: "Failed?"

Zhang Heng replied: "It's not a failure. The boy was seriously injured by me. The others should be able to catch him back."

Zhao Wenhe asked curiously: "You mean, you let him go?"

"I gave him a chance, and he didn't die, so I was too lazy to chase him." Zhang Heng admitted generously. So many ghost generals saw it at the Ghost Gate, and it was meaningless for him to hide it.

"Why?" Zhou Qi asked lightly.

"That kid is the son of the Southern Ghost Emperor in the broken world. He came to this world alone to save his father. I admire him very much, that's all."

"This" Zhao Wenhe was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Grandpa Zhou Qi: "If that's the case, he will definitely find ways to destroy the punishment of the underworld in two days, although the possibility is very small."

The punishment of the underworld is notorious in the ghost world, how can it be destroyed so easily?

There were people who tried to save the prisoners of the punishment of the underworld, but they were all killed by the punishment of the underworld.

As for the other party's desire to save people from the prison of the underworld, it is even more a pipe dream.

After all, Zhou Qi is the only one who can open the prison of the underworld now.

Thinking of this, he looked up to the sky, waiting for how the old man would respond.

Zhou Qi said calmly: "Although it is just a harmless mouse, it is annoying to make trouble in the ghost world.

Zhao Wenhe, go and catch it, dead or alive.

As for Zhang Heng, you acted on your own initiative, so I will punish you to stay at Naihe Bridge to guard the Broken World, and you are not allowed to leave."

"Okay." Zhang Heng accepted it happily.

After Zhou Qi finished his instructions, he spoke again: "The ghost master is in charge of the Broken World, and there is no one guarding the seal. I will stay there before the punishment of the underworld is implemented.

If there is an emergency, inform me."

"Understood." Zhao Wenhe clasped his fists and responded.

When he looked up again, where was the figure of the old man?

After the old man left, Zhao Wenhe was about to leave, Zhang Heng suddenly said: "Don't you think these things happened too coincidentally recently?"

Zhao Wenhe paused: "What do you mean?"

"After the balance of life and death was broken, the ghost world changed frequently.

Shen Tu wanted to kill the Southern Ghost Emperor, and launched a war against the broken world. The ghost master happened to be unable to split up because the barrier of the broken world was damaged at this time.

It seems that there is a hand behind all this."

Zhao Wenhe frowned when he heard this. As a ghost emperor with more seniority in the ghost world, how could he not see these problems?

"What do you want to say? Do you know who is the pusher behind the scenes?"

Zhang Heng sneered: "Among the ghost emperors, except for the old man who I can't see through, who can be as cunning as you? You have known it for a long time, but you still pretend to be confused."

Leaving this, he turned and left.

Zhao Wenhe closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before he made up his mind and flew towards the Cuiyun Palace in the ghost world, where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lived.

Qin Feng, who was in a coma, seemed to be in a chaotic darkness.

There was no light or sound here.

Suddenly, sporadic pictures flashed before his eyes like slides.

He saw the moment when his father's soul flew away, and he saw the tragic scene of the netherworld of ghosts shattered and annihilated.

In the crack of the void, in the memory of Senior Xuan Yi, the strange giant appeared again, waving his hand, and dense Taoist texts covered the sky and the sun.

It was this Taoist text that was constantly eroding the ghost world and destroying it.

At this moment, the giant in the crack suddenly discovered something, and countless pupils on the body made of pieces of meat looked at Qin Feng.

That look seemed to have some kind of magic, capturing Qin Feng's mind and making him keep getting closer.

The devilish voice kept ringing in Qin Feng's ears: "Innate Qi, be one with me!"

Just when Qin Feng was about to sink into it, at the critical moment, a bright moonlight penetrated the darkness and shone on Qin Feng's head.

A soft voice sounded: "Wake up!"

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around. This should be a stone cave.

At this moment, he was lying on the stone bed, looking outside through the cracks in the stone. The sky was dark. Obviously, he had been unconscious for a long time.

Tu Bo, who had shrunk in size, heard the noise and hurried over: "Young Master, you finally woke up."

Qin Feng pinched his brows and asked: "How long have I been unconscious?"

Tu Bo thought for a moment and replied: "At most, it should be three hours. Young Master, this time, you can be said to have escaped death."

Then Tu Bo began to recall the process of saving Qin Feng, describing the critical situation at the time and his majestic image of loyally protecting his master.

Qin Feng thanked him sincerely: "I misunderstood you before, thinking you were a coward. If it weren't for you this time, I would have been in danger.

But what makes me curious is that you fled into the gates of hell without thinking at the beginning. Were you waiting for a chance to save me?"

Tu Bo looked a little embarrassed when he heard this. Just as he was about to say something, a charming voice rang out at the entrance of the cave: "This guy's escape speed is even comparable to that of the Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng. Do you expect him to be so loyal?

If I hadn't happened to meet him, how could he risk his life to rush back to rescue you?"

Qin Feng looked in the direction of the voice and saw the charming Meng Shuang.

But at this moment, the latter had obviously experienced a battle, and her complexion was not only sluggish, but also had many wounds on her body that had not healed.

Before Qin Feng asked, Meng Shuang brought out a bowl of soup from the side.

The soup was not only turbid, but also exuded a pungent smell.

"I know you have a lot of questions. Drink this first, take care of yourself, and then we can talk."

"Okay." Qin Feng took the medicine without saying anything. The pungent smell came to his nose, mixed with a hint of wine?

He hesitated for a moment, and finally drank the medicine. As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease

Crack!

The soup bowl broke, and Qin Feng fell into a coma again.

Tu Bo exclaimed: "What happened to him?"

Meng Shuang murmured to himself: "Tsk, failed again."