Frost and snow

When the incense is gone, the smoke is broken, and the spirit is finished.

That faint shadow is the soul of this young man. He was deeply infatuated with him and couldn't understand it, so he ran into the mountains in a fit of anger, but lost his way.The mountains are misty, cold and damp, and there are many wild animals screaming and running around.That young master was born noble, how could he have suffered such crimes.He was cold, hungry, frightened and frightened all by himself, so he died like this, regretted it after he died, and was unwilling to leave anyway.

Song Lan wrote to A-Qing, and A-Qing cursed in her heart that she was a worthless person, no wonder the young lady refused, fearing that it would arouse his resentment, so she kept her mouth tightly shut.Song Lan wrote again that only by helping the young master fulfill his last wish and seeing the young lady again, can he leave his soul completely.Time was running out, and A-Qing was asked to go back quickly.

A-Qing curled her lips, not daring to delay, took her own spirit-locking pouch and put the young master's soul into it, asked Miss where she lived, and disappeared after a few leaps.

Song Lan picked up the corpse horizontally, hoping to find a suitable place for the four shades before midnight.

The lands of the four yin are heaven, earth, man, and time, and all four are yin.There are many places like this in the mountains, but in addition, the five elements are all yin, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are indispensable.

Song Lan searched and searched, and finally chose a cave facing north in the shade.This cave is very wonderful. There is a yin spring in the cave, which is the main water. This yin spring once passed through the hot water of the earth and the fire in the temperate zone. The vegetation is flourishing, and there has never been a ray of sunlight penetrating.The yin of four or five is all in one.

Song Lan had just finished setting up the magic circle, and A-Qing finished his work, and it was only half a quarter before he left.

If Song Lan had the heart, it would definitely be like thunder at this time.But A-Qing didn't return for a long time.

Song Lan closed his eyes and stabilized his soul.Suddenly there was a wind on the ground, the talisman banners moved, and the ever-burning lights in the cave were all lit up, and the fire was full of flames for a while.

At midnight, clouds and mist rise, unable to cover a round of blood moon.

Faerie spirits are different from mortal spirits, and they resist even more.Song Lan's fingers flew up and down, she cursed her soul without moving her lips, tried and pulled her repeatedly, but Xiao Xingchen's soul remained motionless and refused to be summoned.

Song Lan twirled the formula, and the golden bell swayed slightly in the air, creating a circle of golden patterns, like waves swaying, enclosing Song Lan and the spirit lock sac.He played "Soul of Fixed Star" in his hand, and the sound mantra lightly pulled out a green thread, and he reached into the spirit lock bag and touched Xiao Xingchen lightly.

Xiao Xingchen's soul was already familiar with the sound spell of "Soul of Fixed Star", and his resistance was greatly reduced.Song Lan had two purposes at once, and at the same time performed the resurrection technique.Xiao Xingchen was dragged by his technique and slowly moved out of the spirit lock sac.

As soon as the fairy came out, Heaven was furious.A gust of wind rose suddenly, dark clouds surged and covered the sky and the moon.Song Lan sat firmly outside the formation, the ringing of the bell continued, and he was as motionless as a mountain when the wind swept around and cursed the banners.

Xiao Xingchen's soul appeared, the frost was bright, the sword's edge flickered, and the sword energy surged.The stones that fell suddenly were swept by the sword energy and broke apart. The ground shook and the mountains shook. Snakes, mice, mice and ants in the cracks ran out one after another. They were about to knock over the lamps and candles. Dead bodies all over the place.The evil spirit of the corpse deterred the restless animals, and the rest turned their heads and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

Song Lan frowned, looking at the snakes and rats running for their lives in a panic, thinking to herself, the sudden appearance of the corpses, the just-fitting shade, and A-Qing who hadn't returned for a long time, everything was too coincidental, it seemed to be God's will.

Besides, outside the cave, thunder and lightning flashed above the dome, and a huge thunder knocked down the ancient trees beside the mountain path.The thick trunk was split in two, and the pine resin was ignited, wrapping the entire giant tree, and igniting a raging fire.

The returning A-Qing flung herself sideways, narrowly avoiding the rolling, but rolled down a deep ravine on one side. The spirit hiding in the rocks opened its mouth wide and bit down fiercely, its fangs piercing her soft body.

The thunder exploded with white light, and the entire mountain forest was shrouded in paleness.The torrential rain followed, and countless creatures hiding in the mountains could not escape, wailing in the wilderness.

Heaven is ruthless.

Under the thunderstorm, Song Lan looked coldly, and the candle flame flickered non-stop.He fought against the sky for two lives without any regrets, even if the sky collapsed and the earth fell apart, he would not retreat.

After all, the flames are no match for the fierce wind, and it is difficult for the seven ever-burning lamps to extinguish one by one.A-Qing wasn't around, so he couldn't help him. Song Lan had no tongue, but he still had a soul.

Song Lan used his own soul as the source, playing the flute with his eyes closed.His soul was entangled by corpse energy, passing through the flute was like being tortured by a thousand knives, and it was shattered by a little carelessness.

Song Lan remained motionless, the corners of his mouth were pierced, his eyes were pierced, his eyes and nostrils flowed out from the seven orifices, and the black blood was filled with carrion residue.Song Lan's fingers trembled slightly, but the jade flute was still firmly in front of her lips.His soul rushed out of the flute hole and went straight to the skin. In order to save his son's new soul into his body, he wanted to possess himself on the corpse first, and then use the soul-changing method to replace Xiao Xingchen's soul into it.But what he did was tantamount to hanging his own life by a thread. If he left his soul, it would be difficult for him to return to his body.

At this time, Xiao Xingchen's soul, who had been hesitating all this time, suddenly dispersed, like fireflies flying towards the skin.The crimson cinnabar on the corpse surged wildly and turned into a spider web to wrap him. The lights flickered on and off, and the cinnabar faded rapidly, staining the pale skin red.

There was a pause, and the long light was turned on again.Song Lan's spirit quickly retreated and turned around.

Xiao Xingchen's eyes trembled, and he let out a long sigh, "Why should you?"