ghost master

"Little Fatty!" Han Lin's face changed instantly. Just as he was about to rush out of the protective formation to save Wang Xiaopang, a golden light screen suddenly appeared in front of him. As soon as Han Lin, a ghost, hit him, his soul body smoked, and he had to retreat back.

"I'm offended, Master Han." It was the old monk who stopped Han Lin. He held a golden Zen staff and said to Han Lin, "Don't fall into the other party's trap. You must obey their words, then everything he has done before will be in vain."

Han Lin didn't look at the old monk, but kept looking into the distance. He was relieved when he saw that Han Yang knocked Wang Xiaopang out quickly and stopped his self-exploding golden core, and then turned his head to look at That old monk.

"What can Master do?" Han Lin didn't care that the old monk hurt his soul just now, and he just wanted to rescue Wang Xiaopang at this moment.

The old monk shook his head helplessly: "The poor monk's cultivation base has been damaged a lot after experiencing the catastrophe, so he can barely hold this place, but he can't snatch people from the opponent. Xianxiu, but after becoming a demon, the thoughts in his heart are mostly dark, so the poor monk advises Master Han to give up for the sake of righteousness."

"Give up?" Han Lin looked gloomy, and was about to speak again, when he saw Fairy Zishan flying to his side out of the corner of his eyes.

"Senior brother." Fairy Zishan had a complicated face, hesitating to speak, and after a while, she said to Han Lin through voice transmission: "Zishan knows that senior brother puts Wang Xiaopang in his heart, but Xianmeng wants to help us regain the territory. We have already sacrificed a lot, and we can no longer let them suffer a bloody disaster for the sake of a demonized disciple."

Han Lin was silent. He looked down at the mountain. Due to the convening of the conference, the top figures of various sects from both worlds of immortals and Buddhas came, and all the disciples of Yingyue Sect walked out of the room anxiously, worrying about the sect. Whether he will encounter disaster, he even saw a female disciple holding a crying baby...

"..." Han Lin lowered his eyes and clenched his fists, and then asked the old monk, "Master, if Mo Lingtian dies, can our Xianmeng hold Han Yang in check?"

The old monk nodded: "Of course it is possible. Although he is a cultivator who transforms demons, he alone cannot fight against our two alliances of immortals and Buddhas."

"Since that's the case..." Han Lin closed his eyes in pain: "The only thing we can do is sacrifice the little apprentice."

Han Yang in the distance heard the conversations between Han Lin and the old monk one by one, and he couldn't help being anxious: "Han Lin! Are you really ruthless and unjust to abandon your apprentice?"

Han Lin endured his emotions and looked at him coldly, his voice trembling slightly: "Little Fatty...will understand me..."

"Understood? You think too highly of him! He has become a demon now, and he can only hate you! He would risk his life for you, but you turned him away in the end! How could he not hate you? ?!" Han Yang wanted to use words to force Han Rin to come out. Before he came here, he thought that the top monks of the Immortal League would gather here, but he did not expect that even the people of the Buddhist League would come, and one of them failed to cross the tribulation A buddhist monk!

Now that Mo Lingtian was tortured to death by that little bug, he might not be able to defeat so many people by himself!

Han Lin listened quietly, no matter how much Ren Hanyang said, he would not be moved, but his heart was so uncomfortable that he would lose control of his emotions almost at any time.

When Han Yang saw Han Lin like this, he knew that he had made up his mind. This made him extremely annoyed, and couldn't help but want to break through the guardian formation of Yingyue Sect and take Han Lin by force, so as to threaten Wang Xiaopang.

But before Han Yang rushed out, Mo Lingtian, who had a weak breath, endured the burning pain in his body and called him: "No!"

Han Yang turned his head and saw Mo Lingtian panting and said to him: "You...you can't beat them alone...don't go to die..."

"But..." Han Yang looked at Mo Lingtian, whose face had turned gray, his eyes were reddened by the always unrestrained and unrestrained: "If you continue like this, you will die..."

"But you are still alive." Mo Lingtian, the devil of a generation, actually showed a loving smile: "You are my son, and I will live if you live."

These words stimulated Han Yang: "No, we made an appointment to go to the upper world together... I will never let you die!"

After Han Yang finished speaking, he rushed out again. The old monk snorted coldly and sacrificed the golden Zen staff in his hand. The monks all over the mountain also took out their weapons one after another. Seeing this, Mo Lingtian panicked and shouted: "You are in vain! I will cut off my meridian now to end my life!"

Probably because he spoke too hastily, Mo Lingtian spat out a mouthful of blood, and Han Yang who rushed out quickly turned back: "Father!"

After Mo Lingtian vomited blood, he coughed violently. Tian Zixuan hesitated for a moment, then walked up to take care of him under the disdainful gazes of many monks, let him lean on his chest to let him breathe, and took out a handkerchief to wipe him Spit blood.

"Don't go there..." Mo Lingtian looked at Han Yang weakly: "Listen to Dad..."

Han Yang was at a loss, and hated him even more. He suddenly grabbed the fainted Wang Xiaopang, grabbed his neck and lifted him up in the air, staring at Han Lin with red eyes, in front of the monks all over the mountain. Ask him: "Han Lin! Isn't this person your lover? Do you want to watch your lover die?"

spouse? !

Everyone was in an uproar, they didn't expect to hear such a secret suddenly, and it is rare and weird for two men to fall in love, because their combination violates the principle of harmony between yin and yang, so most people looked at Han in disbelief. Rin wanted to know his answer.

"Brother..." Fairy Zishan looked at Han Lin worriedly, "You don't have to pay attention to him."

Han Lin was silent for a while, then admitted: "He is my lover."

The crowd suddenly became more commotion, they looked at Han Lin with strange eyes, but Han Lin calmed down a lot, and continued: "I have treated Xiaopang badly, and I will definitely pay him back what I owe him. "

Han Yang smiled: "Then I want you to come here now! If you are still a man, come here and take him away!"

The old monk on the side quickly reminded Han Lin: "Xue Zun! Don't fall for his aggressive method!"

Han Lin pursed his lips and didn't speak. Han Yang saw that Han Lin couldn't be stimulated by this, so he thought for a while, and stretched out his hand to tear off Wang Xiaopang's skirt, revealing his thin and fair shoulders. .

"If I don't come out, I'll destroy him now!" Han Yang's face showed a vicious look, "But I won't let him die. If he dies, wouldn't the two of you make a pair of ghost ducks? I will destroy him." Let's kill his dantian, keep him alive, and then put him in the dungeon, torment him day and night!"

Han Lin's expression faltered, and he finally couldn't help but took a step forward, but was blocked by the Dharma light screen conjured by the old monk.

"Xue Zun! Think twice!" The old monk said loudly, with a righteous tone: "Are you going to trade the safety of the entire cultivation world for the safety of your apprentice?!"

Han Lin paused, when Lin Xiyuan came to his side.

"If you can't bear it, then let's go." Lin Xiyuan, who was always joking, also had a worried look at this moment: "Little Fatty doesn't want you to go out either."

Han Lin looked at his good friend, then at Wang Xiaopang who was held by Han Yang, and refused: "I won't leave, I want to stay here, even if Xiaopang dies... I will Stay with him!"

Han Yang gave a "tsk" when he heard the words, "Then just keep your eyes open!"

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and bit Wang Xiaopang's neck, but suddenly someone grabbed his arm.

Han Yang frowned and turned around, it was Tian Zixuan.

"Master..." Tian Zixuan grabbed his arm tightly, with a frightened expression on his face: "Please don't do this, let me persuade Xiaopang, he will listen to me..."

"Come on, he doesn't care about you for a long time." Han Yang thought he was in the way, so he shook him away with his inner strength: "Get lost!"

Tian Zixuan rushed over again: "Little Fatty has already become a demon, and has also been expelled from the sect. If he is abolished again...he will really be finished!"

Tian Zixuan burst into tears as he spoke, "Master! Zixuan will be your cow and horse in the next life, so just let him go! Master! I beg you, master!"

However, Tian Zixuan's begging for mercy didn't have any effect, he shook him away again, then opened his mouth and bit Wang Xiaopang's neck, and began to suck Wang Xiaopang's blood essence using the evil blood method.

Wang Xiaopang, who was in a coma, sensed something was wrong, gradually came to his senses, and found that Han Yang was sucking his blood essence, and the spiritual power in his dantian was crazily draining, and immediately panicked: "Devil, the devil! Let me go!" !"

Han Yang really let him go. At this moment, he knew that it was impossible to arrest Han Lin to blackmail Wang Xiaopang, so he turned to provoke Wang Xiaopang himself: "Let go of you? Yes, you first get that little bug out of me. Get it out of father's body!"

Wang Xiaopang let out a "bah": "I don't! You father and son ruined the Snow Heaven Sect and caused my master to die under the catastrophe. I want you to die!"

"Hmph, your master doesn't want you anymore, and you still think about him!" Han Yang grabbed Wang Xiaopang's chin and turned his head to Han Lin, "Look! Your master has given up on you!"

Wang Xiaopang and Han Lin looked at each other. Han Lin's eyes were full of pain, but he could only stand there helplessly.

"Master..." Wang Xiaopang muttered, and couldn't help crying again: "No, it doesn't matter..."

Wang Xiaopang wanted to comfort Han Lin, but he was so sad that he couldn't speak.

So many people watched, but I cried like this, it was too embarrassing for Master.Wang Xiaopang raised his weak arms to cover his face, crying in a muffled voice.

Wang Xiaopang didn't compromise, and neither did Han Lin, so until Han Yang sucked Wang Xiaopang's essence and blood, until Wang Xiaopang's dantian burst due to the drying up of spiritual power, until he fainted, Han Lin watched without moving. with.

Throwing away Wang Xiaopang, who was as thin as a skeleton, Han Yang's desperate cries resounded through the sky. Furious, he vented his anger on mortals and activated his spells to destroy dozens of mortal towns before taking his father and Wang Xiaopang left, and the catastrophe caused by Han Yang was also recorded in the annals of history by ordinary people. After thousands of years of spreading, it became a bizarre myth.

……

On the snow-capped mountain, there is a tall but lonely man walking. There are pavilions, towers and pavilions on the mountain, but there is no sound. here.

Han Yang walked into his cave and walked through several caves. In the innermost cave sat a man in his early 30s. Although his face was ashen and sick, he seemed to be in good spirits.

Han Yang froze for a moment, then strode over: "Why are you up?"

"The bones are sore from lying down all day long." Mo Lingtian said, and then asked Han Yang: "The kid still refuses to obey?"

"Yeah." Han Yang frowned in annoyance: "No matter what kind of torture is used on him, he will not give in. As long as he has the strength, he will scold people, but why..."

Thinking that Tian Zixuan and Han Yang were both angry and helpless, he secretly treated Wang Xiaopang behind his back, and specially prepared him a pill that made him feel no pain after taking it.

Although Han Yang didn't finish his sentence, Mo Lingtian guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said, "It's your servant who made you angry?"

Han Yang was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yeah."

After a pause, he said again: "I have to teach him a lesson later."

"Farewell." To Han Yang's surprise, Mo Lingtian actually spoke for Tian Zixuan: "He is really loyal to you. I will not be here in the future, so someone must accompany you."

Han Yang felt sour in his heart: "Don't say such things, soon... soon I will be able to force that kid to get the bug out of your body."

Mo Lingtian just smiled lightly and didn't speak, he seemed to be in really good spirits today, "Let's go for a walk."

"Okay." Han Yang responded and helped him up. The father and son slowly left the cave, and then came to the pavilion where they watched the snow.

"Today's weather..." Mo Lingtian looked up at the sky, and then told Han Yang: "Take away all the turbid air."

With a flick of his robe, Han Yang immediately dissipated the turbid air all over the mountain, revealing a bright sunny day.

A bird landed not far from the two of them, chirped a few times, and flew away again.

"It's been a long time since I've felt so refreshed." Mo Lingtian gasped and said, "After I've completed my skills, everything smells like a fish."

"..." Han Yang thought for a while and admitted, "Me too."

"That's how magic skills are. It's quick, but it's accompanied by side effects." After Mo Lingtian finished speaking, he asked Han Yang, "Is there any wine?"

"...Yes." Han Yang took out the top-quality spirit wine from the storage bag, and poured a glass for Mo Lingtian with trembling hands.

Mo Lingtian took a big sip proudly, and recalled with emotion: "It's the same with your mother, she practiced the method of harvesting yang and nourishing yin, and if she doesn't pester a man for a day, she will feel uncomfortable all over. She's an old woman, but she insists on maintaining her girlish appearance."

Han Yang listened quietly and didn't speak. He knew very little about his mother, only that she passed away soon after giving birth to him, not because of dystocia, but because of exhaustion of life energy.

"Your mother's reputation is not good, so when she came to me with you in her arms before she died, I refused to recognize you." Mo Lingtian took another sip of wine, perhaps because his cultivation base was gone, and he couldn't drink like before. Digesting it with spiritual power like that, his gray face turned a little red: "But when you grew bigger and became more and more like me, I realized that you are really my son."

Hearing this, Han Yang finally understood why Mo Lingtian was so indifferent to him when he was a child, but after thinking about it, with a mother who cultivates yin and yang, which man would easily recognize her child?

"It is often said that once a person has a child, he will change. I used to sneer at the words, but when I was sure that you were my son, I really felt... the world has become different. "Mo Lingtian said this and looked at Han Yang with kind eyes: "You can also have a feeling."

"Me? Me...er..." Han Yang was a little embarrassed. He never thought about having a child, and he hadn't met a woman who made his heart flutter.

Seeing that Han Yang's attitude changed, Mo Lingtian laughed heartily, and finally said with regret: "It's a pity that I realized it too late, you were already sensible at that time, and I don't want you to be like me. Knowing what a demonic cultivator is, you have already cultivated the demonic way, so I immediately sent you to the Snow Heaven Sect... In fact, being an immortal cultivator is really good, at least I like the fact that I can walk outside openly."

"...Indeed." Han Yang deeply agreed with this.

"So... if there is an afterlife, you and I will be immortal cultivators." Mo Lingtian said, his life has too many regrets, so regrettable that he can only kill people everywhere to vent his dissatisfaction, but fortunately he finally got it A son who instantly filled the emptiness in his heart.

"It's great to have you..."

The wine glass fell to the ground, and Mo Lingtian, who was sitting on the stone bench, fell to the side, and the next second, Han Yang appeared beside him, hugging him tightly with his strong arms.

"Me too..." Han Yang's voice choked up: "It's great to be your son..."

There was fine snow falling from the sky, and the two people in the pavilion cuddled together for a long time. When the sun set, a tall and handsome man approached them along the snow-covered mountain road, but when he found out what was going on in the pavilion, his footsteps stopped. Paused, then hurriedly turned and ran away.

Han Yang naturally found him, but he didn't care about it, and Tian Zixuan ran into the dungeon without stopping, the place where Wang Xiaopang was imprisoned.

"That man is dead...that man is dead!" Tian Zixuan panicked, muttering these words in the dungeon, and kept going back and forth.

Wang Xiaopang lay lazily on the ground, he became very thin, it is amazing to think about it, he lost all the blood in his body, his dantian was ruptured, yet he is still alive!

It seems that this body has been tempered by the aura of heaven and earth because of cultivating immortals.

But it is also related to Tian Zixuan's secret care in the past six months.

"Dead? Hmph, it's good to be dead." Wang Xiaopang said weakly. Mo Lingtian's ability to survive for such a long time was beyond his expectations. He thought he could last for a month at most, but he survived half a year.

"How can it be good? If he is dead, the master will definitely come and kill you!" Tian Zixuan was worried about this, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became: "What should I do? What should I do?!"

Wang Xiaopang looked coldly at him flustered there, and said indifferently, "Isn't it good to kill? Do you think it's interesting for me to be alive now?"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, his eyes suddenly shone brightly: "When I die, I will be able to find Master! I miss him so much!"

Tian Zixuan became angry when he heard the words: "Death? You think about death all day long? Have you ever thought about me?"

Wang Xiaopang gave him a "poof", and spoke with a bit of yin and yang: "Don't you have your 'master'? You are flattering behind him all day long!"

Tian Zixuan blushed, but he didn't have the nerve to refute him, but Wang Xiaopang's attitude really annoyed him, so he strode over and pulled him up from the ground: "Even if you are not for me, you are You should think about your parents! They gave birth to you and raised you, why don't you cherish your life so much?"

Hearing Tian Zixuan mentioning his parents, Wang Xiaopang couldn't help but redden his eyes: "Do you think I don't want them? But now that I've turned into such a ghost, how can I go home? Should I go back and scare them?"

Tian Zixuan choked on his words, although Wang Xiaopang is not as skinny as before, he is still weirdly skinny, even if he is not lying flat on his chest, the ribs on his chest are clearly visible, it is very controversial to go out.

However, Tian Zixuan didn't want Wang Xiaopang to live in such a gloomy way. Thinking that Han Yang would come to kill Wang Xiaopang soon, he gritted his teeth and untied the shackles tied to Wang Xiaopang's ankles. .

Wang Xiaopang was stunned, he got up from the ground, looked at him suspiciously: "Why, are you going to let me go?"

"You go!" Tian Zixuan also gave up. He said with red eyes: "No matter how much you blame me, I hope you can live well. Go to your master!"

Wang Xiaopang stared at him for a long time, and then said sullenly: "I'm already a useless person now, a real useless person, I couldn't help him when I was cultivated, now he's probably... ...don't want me anymore."

"No!" Tian Zixuan encouraged him loudly: "You are not only his apprentice, but also his lover, aren't you? Even if you lose your cultivation, he won't want you!"

"Love?" Wang Xiaopang laughed loudly: "I don't even know if he really likes me!"

"Enough!" Tian Zixuan cursed fiercely: "If you want to be depressed, it's up to you! If you want to die, it's up to you! Just don't go crazy in front of me! Annoy! Make trouble!"

After Tian Zixuan finished speaking, he kicked open the door of the dungeon, pointed to the outside and said, "I want to die outside and die outside! After you die, hurry up and find your master!"

Wang Xiaopang was angered by his yelling, and he walked out with his thin legs: "Okay! I'll go! I'm not here to block your eyes!"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he strode angrily all the way, but he lost his spiritual power and his body was still weak. When he reached the entrance of the dungeon, he began to gasp for breath, so he stopped to rest with his hands on the cold wall, and turned around to look at Tian Zixuan, how could he see that handsome man staring at him while biting his lip and holding back his tears.

"Why are you crying?" Wang Xiaopang frowned, feeling uncomfortable: "Didn't you let me go out and die?"

Tian Zixuan burst into tears, and rushed towards Wang Xiaopang: "I'm mad at you! I'm mad at you! Don't really run away to die! I don't have any relatives, so I treat you as my younger brother! You Don't die!"

Wang Xiaopang was speechless, he listened to the crying in his ear, and then heaved a long sigh: "I won't die."

Tian Zixuan looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Really?"

Wang Xiaopang nodded dejectedly: "I'm going home. I'm useless to my master now, but I'm still useful to my parents. I'll go home to take care of them and give them old age."

It's nothing more than returning to the origin of everything. He is a mortal Wang Xiaopang, and he became a fairy cultivator Han Xuexian for a while, and now he has turned back to an ordinary Wang Xiaopang.

Hearing what he said, Tian Zixuan felt relieved a lot: "It's best if you can think like this."

Worried that Han Yang would come over, Tian Zixuan didn't dare to drag Wang Xiaopang for more ink, so he took out a few bottles of pills from the storage bag, and said to him: "Your dantian has been broken, I will temporarily I can't find a way to repair it, but your body can be recuperated slowly after years of spiritual energy tempering, you can take these pills first, and I will secretly send you follow-up pills in the future."

Wang Xiaopang looked at the elixir in his hand, then at Tian Zixuan, and nodded in a complicated way: "Yes."

"Okay, let's go, I will try my best to hold back the master." Tian Zixuan said, stretching out his hand to gently push Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to procrastinate, he turned his head and left immediately, but was stopped by Tian Zixuan:

"That's right, this one!"

Wang Xiaopang turned his head and saw Tian Zixuan throwing a small object towards him, Wang Xiaopang reached out to catch it, but because of his weak arm, he couldn't catch it, the small object fell to the ground and shattered with a "crack".

"Jijiu!" The chubby Lei Ling jumped out, opening his dead fish eyes as usual.

Wang Xiaopang looked at it, and then tried to reach out to touch it, but he was not shocked.

It seems that his body was not only tempered by spiritual power, but also resistant to lightning.

Wang Xiaopang then sat on Lei Ling's head, forcing it to hunch itself up.

"go!"

"grumble--"

A dazzling electric light flashed, and when Tian Zixuan blinked and opened it again, Wang Xiaopang's figure had disappeared.