ghost master

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On Xueling Mountain, a man sat in a snow-covered pavilion, drinking alone with a wine glass.

A tall and handsome young man in white clothes slowly came up from the foot of the mountain, skillfully took out a small stove to warm the man's wine.

"Have you finished taking care of your flowers and plants?" Han Yang asked, looking at the south with his deep fiery red eyes.

"En." Tian Zixuan smiled, then hesitated for a while, and asked him: "Master, I have cultivated a kind of plum blossom, and I want to plant it all over the mountain. Is it possible?"

Han Yang turned his head and glanced at him thoughtfully: "Then plum blossoms can dispel turbidity?"

Tian Zixuan was startled, and the movement of pouring hot wine into the flagon froze.

He tried his best to cultivate new flower seeds, just to dissipate the turbidity permeating the mountain.

The evil blood sect exists in name only, and now there is only Han Yang left. Without the group of demon cultivator disciples who need to rely on sucking blood to cultivate, the hostility of this mountain is not as heavy as before, but it depends on nature to restore it to its original state. It would take hundreds or thousands of years to say the least, but Tian Zixuan didn't want to sit idly by, and didn't dare to let Han Yang, who is a demon cultivator, dispel the turbid energy, so he could only rely on his own efforts.

Stabilizing his mind, Tian Zixuan replied in a low voice: "Mmm... That flower can absorb the stale air in the air..."

Han Yang smiled: "It's up to you."

Tian Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to start planting trees immediately after serving Han Yang.

It was noon at this time, but the sun was groggy. Tian Zixuan looked at the sky and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Is it going to rain? I always feel that the air pressure is so low.

"It's coming." Han Yang who was drinking suddenly said.

Tian Zixuan didn't understand at first, but after thinking for a while, he became nervous: "But master's catastrophe is coming?"

It has been several years since Han Yang reached the stage of transforming demons, but so far there is no sign of overcoming the catastrophe.

Han Yang looked at the drowsy sky and smiled: "If that person doesn't show up, I will never pass the catastrophe."

Naturally, Tian Zixuan knew who Han Yang was talking about, and his expression revealed melancholy: "But Xue Zun has not heard from him for more than three years, and even Xiaopang... has disappeared. Besides, Tianjie And don’t really wait until they come.”

"Perhaps, my catastrophe will really come with that person's arrival." Han Yang said meaningfully, his eyes narrowed slightly while looking at the south.

Does it mean that Xue Zun is the master's Heavenly Tribulation? Tian Zixuan thought so, and then suddenly felt something, the wine pot in his hand trembled and fell to the ground.

With a sound of "bang", the jug shattered to the ground. Tian Zixuan opened his eyes wide in horror, looking at the giant blue dragon that appeared in the south.

On the dragon's head, a tall man stood facing the wind, his snowy white hair was very eye-catching, and that stern face made Tian Zixuan uneasy and afraid.

It's Xuezun! Why is he an entity? Why is his aura so powerful? And why, he wants to come?

"Master..." Tian Zixuan panicked, "It's Xue Zun! He, he's alive!"

"Yeah." Unlike the flustered Tian Zixuan, Han Yang smiled slightly, looking at the man with indescribable tenderness: "He's alive."

His attitude made Tian Zixuan silent, feeling that his worries had fallen into a pool of stagnant water, unable to arouse any reaction from the other party, this uncomfortable force made him hold his sleeves tightly with both hands and stop talking, looking sullen.

At this time, Han Yang looked at him: "You go."

Tian Zixuan was stunned, only to hear Han Yang continue to say: "I can only deal with Han Lin alone, and I can't take care of you, and your identity as a traitor is well known, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to be arrested by them."

Tian Zixuan just thought of this, and couldn't help hesitating: "But if I leave...Master, you..."

"Can you help?" Han Yang just asked him.

Tian Zixuan was silent.

Han Yang looked forward again, and the dragon was already very close: "Let's go."

Tian Zixuan looked at the group of people who were getting closer, and then at Han Yang who was smiling. He thought for a long time, then gritted his teeth and turned away.

The sky was gloomy again, and then suddenly there was a strong wind, and black thunderclouds gradually gathered!

A glaring white light flickered, making Tian Zixuan, who was fleeing down the mountain, feel his feet go limp, and he almost fell to the ground in shock.

With a loud "boom", the whole world seemed to be blown up. Tian Zixuan turned his head in horror, and he had guessed something in his heart. Sure enough, thunderclouds rolled over Han Yang's head, and gradually formed a hurricane eye!

The master's catastrophe has really come!

Tian Zixuan has mixed joys and sorrows. He is happy that if he rushes close to the robbery during the crossing period, he will be easily injured by the sky thunder. In this way, Han Lin might not attack. The worry is that if Han Lin takes the risk, he will kill Han Yang , then Han Yang's situation is several times more dangerous!

What will Xue Zun do? Wait and see from a distance for now, or take the risk of attacking?

Tian Zixuan looked at Han Lin, and his eyes widened instantly, with a look of disbelief, it turned out that a hurricane eye also formed on top of Han Lin's head!

Did they cross the catastrophe at the same time?!

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In a small valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a young man is climbing a tree, while a chubby spirit beast is watching from under the tree, chirping from time to time.

"Chirp!"

"Don't worry, I won't fall off." The tree-climbing boy could understand the spirit beast's words: "I can pick it right away."

It turned out that there was a huge pear growing on the top of the tree, which made the boy's mouth water.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!" The spirit beast jumped a few times in the air, and the electric arcs all over it were crackling.

"I said it wouldn't fall... Wow!" Before the boy finished speaking, his foot on the branch suddenly slipped, and he fell from the tree more than four meters high. The body that was only as big as a sepak takraw ball suddenly swelled to the size of two feet as if it was blown, and it caught the boy firmly.

"Hey——" Lei Ling opened his dead fish eyes, and helplessly retracted to the size of a takraw ball, and then the boy rolled from the top of its head to the ground.

"Hahahahahaha!" Wang Xiaopang rolled on the ground happily: "It's fun! It's fun!"

Rolling and rolling, a pair of little feet appeared in front of him, Wang Xiaopang raised his head, and saw the doll-like spirit devourer standing in front of him holding a bowl of sugar water.

"Mother, it's time to take medicine." The two- or three-year-old doll was a little unsteady holding the wooden bowl full of sugar water, so the spirit devourer squatted down, first put the sugar water on the grass, and then slung it over his body He took out a black pill from his small bag.

As soon as the pill was taken out, a disgusting smell spread out, Wang Xiaopang wanted to cry just smelling the smell.

"Xiaomei, I..." Wang Xiaopang was about to plead with the spirit devouring insects, when there was a low "boom" sound from the sky, which made him immediately turn his head to look in that direction.

If you use the ears of mortals, you can't hear the thunder, but Wang Xiaopang has a body as strong as the alchemy cultivator, and he is a thunder root that is extremely sensitive to the power of lightning, so he can notice this. strange.

Not only Wang Xiaopang sensed it, but also Spirit Devourer and Lei Ling sensed something was wrong.

What a strong spiritual fluctuation!

The spirit devourer obviously had the face of a young child, but looked solemn like an old man, while Lei Ling on the side narrowed his dead fish eyes.

"Jijiu!" It's Tianlei!

Lei Ling said to the spirit devouring insect that it had eaten sky thunder before, so it could tell that this manic fluctuation of spiritual power was not caused by ordinary thunderclouds or spells.

"Tianlei? So someone is crossing the catastrophe..." The spirit devourer was silent, and then asked Lei Ling: "Can you sense how far away we are?"

Lei Ling closed its pair of dead fish eyes, then opened them: "Jijiu!"

a long distance away!

After going to the spirit world, although Lei Ling did not make a huge breakthrough like the spirit devouring insects, it has improved a bit. Now it can sense the lightning breath within [-] miles around him, but it can't sense it in such a large area. The center of the thunder catastrophe, that is to say, only the aftermath of the thunder catastrophe! And the person who crosses the catastrophe is thousands of miles away!

"Thousands of miles away!" The spirit-eating insect was stunned, how many kalpas would it take to transmit the breath thousands of miles away?

I am afraid that even a cultivator who transforms the spirit cannot bear this calamity!

The spirit devourer's face was slightly pale, and he couldn't help but turned to look at Wang Xiaopang, only to see the young cat sticking out its tongue on the grass to lick the sugar water he put on the ground, without any nervousness or worry!

"..." The spirit devourer suddenly felt sorry for him. Although Wang Xiaopang is not stupid now, he is almost the same as a fool. He should have worried about his beloved, but he was forcibly deprived of this feeling.

Some people are crossing the catastrophe, and the devouring insects don't know whether it is Han Yang or Han Lin, but judging from the powerful aura of this catastrophe, ninety-nine out of ten people who cross the catastrophe will die.

Even, the soul flies away.

If Han Lin really ended up like this, even if Wang Xiaopang got rid of the demon soul, he would be depressed all day long. If so, what's the point of forcing him to forget all his troubles now?

The spirit devouring insect clenched the pill in its palm, and struggled in its eyes.

Wang Xiaopang was still licking the sugar water, and he was lying at the feet of the spirit-eating insect, which happened to be convenient for the spirit-eating insect to cast spells.

Putting his small palm on top of Wang Xiaopang's head, the spirit devourer silently recited the soul-attracting spell that Han Lin taught him. Lei Ling looked over and saw a bunch of colorful souls coming out of Wang Xiaopang's sky cap, like a bunch of grapes. Floating quietly in the air.

The three whites are souls, the seven colored ones are souls, and the gray soul that controls "Sorrow" has two black spots as small as sesame seeds.

The demon soul has almost faded, but if it's just this... maybe it can be eliminated before Han Lin's accident!

The spirit devourer didn't hesitate anymore, after putting Wang Xiaopang's soul back into his body, he raised his hand and slapped his palm on the back of his neck, Wang Xiaopang rolled his eyes, buried his face in the bowl with his ass pouted, fainted dead past.

"Ji!" Lei Ling jumped a few times in the air, the dead fish staring at the spirit devouring insect.

"Stop staring, if the two of us still leave him here, he will stare at us in the future." The Devourer lifted Wang Xiaopang's face from the bowl, and stuffed the pill into his mouth, Then ordered Lei Ling: "Take him to the Thunder Tribulation Center!"

"Ji!" Lei Ling was reluctant, thinking about Han Lin's instructions.

The spirit-eating insect raised its short, fleshy legs and kicked its chubby butt fiercely: "I ate you!"

The scary thing about spirit devouring insects is that they can eat everything.

"Hey..." The electric arc around Lei Ling's body shrank, and then his spherical body slowly expanded. When it reached the size of two feet, the spirit devourer grabbed Wang Xiaopang and threw it on it, and then he himself jumped on it.

"Walk!"

"grumble!"

A huge thunderball soared into the sky, and within a flash of a thunderbolt, it disappeared with the boy and the doll.