debt repayment

The safety lock is a token commonly used by immortal sects in the world, so it can be seen that the same sect is in good luck.Just inject mana into the lock, and you can communicate with the same door. If the lock is damaged, it means that one of them is in trouble.Ping An lock has a one-to-one system, and there are also systems that are used by multiple people at the same time. Because the latter is more commonly used, it is widely favored by the disciples of Xianmen.

According to the degree of damage to the lock, you can judge the situation of the other party.

Someone comforted: "It's just a small crack, Brother Qingle, you don't need to worry about it. The masters are very skilled in magic, so nothing will happen."

"No, not a 'little' slit."

Qingle put her silver lock under the firelight, and there was a big slit in the middle of the small and exquisite silver lock from top to bottom, and the lock body was almost divided into two halves.

"Everyone, I'm afraid it's a big murderer."

In a word, everyone's faces changed immediately in fright, and they took off their safety locks one after another to check them.

"My lock is broken too!"

"mine too……"

At the same time, Quan Ying suddenly felt a slight pain - it was the yellow talisman array he arranged in the west of the palace that was destroyed.

Oops!

The magic circle used to soothe the ghost's mind was broken, and Song Hui'an was about to kill!

Fierce ghosts kill creatures and easily go mad and out of control. He is afraid that the undead souls of Song Hui'an will be stimulated by this, which will affect the return of the sword spirit in the future...

Thinking of this, Quan Ying broke out in a cold sweat.

As the reincarnation of Shen Xingjian and Sword Spirit, Song Hui's Anhua Ghost was originally an accident caused by his negligence. Now that he has paid off the debts accrued by the Dao of Heaven in the lower realms, he can't wait to make offerings to this ancestor so that he can send him away quickly. This wronged soul, please return Shen Xingjian to his place, if Song Hui'an commits another murder at this time, Quan Ying will be punished in the plenum.

But please forgive him, although Song Hui'an is pitiful, but he really doesn't want to get involved with the debt that belongs to Shen Xingjian.

However, they heard crying and howling suddenly from the dark, and a scorching hot wind swept in. The salty wind blew away the dense fog, and the eyes suddenly became bright. What appeared before everyone's eyes was not the wilderness with sparse grass and poor soil.

Billows of black smoke went straight to the burning sky.Water pavilions and pavilions appeared in shadows on the scorched earth, and the scorching fire roasted the surface.The burning house is crumbling.

"It's an enchantment!"

The teenagers exclaimed.Quan Ying took a closer look, and found that the scene in front of him was quite familiar, as if it was the chaos in the palace on the day the Changming Kingdom was broken.

This is also what Song Hui'an saw after he saw the light of day again, the place where he practiced inhaling shock.

This is his territory.

"...the compass has moved! The compass has moved!" Zishu held the trembling gold and jewelry plate in his hand, and shouted, "The bit refers to the right position in the southwest, which is a big disaster!"

The surging resentment gathers in the west of the palace like a vortex, and the aura is like a vast ocean, pushing away in all directions. Even if they are thousands of meters away at this time, they can still feel a strong ghostly aura of fierce resentment flowing along both sides. Climb up the back with your feet, and you will feel as close as a ghost.

Qing Le shouted: "Everyone, evacuate the barrier first, life-saving is the most important thing!"

Everyone stopped talking, and took advantage of the compass to leave quickly.They are located on the edge of the ruins, that is, near the outer wall of the palace, and they can withdraw from the barrier after a long time, saving their lives.

Holding his sword, Zishu walked behind a group of young monks as a cover.He walked a few steps and saw that there was no one he was looking for in front of him, so he looked back.

Seeing that Qingle was still standing there, he was shocked, so he shouted: "Qingle——! Come here!"

"Brother Zishu, don't take care of me!" Qingle said, "My lock is used alone with Senior Brother Yuxian. Senior Brother Yuxian treats me no less than his own father and brother. If something happens to him, I will take care of him." Collect the corpse, send the brother to the ground for peace, I will return as soon as I go, you go first!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind to go, Zishu had no choice but to leave.Looking at the background of her friend's departure, Qingle sighed softly, took her six-hole purple sand pottery xun and a meditation amulet in her hand, turned around and stepped into the fire.

Most music repairers repair the zither and the flute, but few people repair the xun.Because of his simple and simple nature, he is not flexible, so he is often cared for by his teachers in the sect, and he is specially arranged to practice Xun.Xun is simple and unpretentious, and its voice is quiet and melodious, which fits his temperament very well.

The deeper he went, the more he felt that he was ignorant and powerless.

Along the way, he couldn't see a single person, but felt that there were many ghosts in the raging fire. Countless withered and deformed hand shadows emerged from the ground and swayed with the strong wind. As soon as he approached, those ghosts rushed towards him like a tide. He hurriedly blew the Tao Xun in his hand, the melodious and light music gradually drifted out, and the ghost shadows dispersed.

Afraid of being entangled by the ghosts of the dead again, he walked all the way blowing the xun. He didn't know the past experience of this place, and he was extremely cautious about the sudden enchantment, but he didn't dare to stay because he cared about his senior brother.

Everywhere he passed was a scene of a hell of flames.

After passing through the middle of the ruins, the fire gradually subsided, but the salty humidity in the air became thicker and thicker. Scarlet blood even rained down from the sky, turning his green clothes into a dark color.

He looked around, and the extremely skilled Qing Anle couldn't help but make a long note.

At last he saw people in the shadows of several houses.

Fresh broken human body.

There were people from Chiyunzong, and there were also those from Shandezong. Their deaths were extremely tragic. Some had their lower body cut off at the waist, and some had their heads cut in half. The pinkish white bones were clearly visible at the break.The shadow of the hand that was about to entangle him just now is now attached to the stump of the dead man, greedily sucking his blood and brain.

The bloody and tragic scene appeared before his eyes without reservation, throwing away all the peace of mind he had cultivated in the fairy gate before.For a moment, a strong sense of nausea rushed into his stomach.

Qing Le suppressed her vomit, stopped looking at those dead people, and moved forward bravely.

The road in front of him was completely blocked by the raging fire, and he was about to change his pitch and play a tune to dispel the flames, when he suddenly saw a scorched black figure rushing in the raging fire.

When the man rushed out of the fire and came straight to him, Qing Le couldn't help shouting: "Mr. Ziwang!"

Strictly speaking, the human figure in front of him could no longer be called a human being. The fire burned his beard, hair, and clothing, but his physical body could not be affected.

Ziwang was completely naked, his muscles were much more bulging than usual, his face was blue and black, and his eyes were so angry that his face was deformed.The pungent Yin Qi scattered from his body, making people cough uncontrollably.

"Mr. Ziwang!"

Qingle called him while avoiding Ziwang's hand that was attacking her vitals. He looked from the corner of his eye and saw that Ziwang's ten fingers had transformed into sharp claws, and he couldn't help being shocked.

This Mr. Ziwang was a student of the Chiyun School, and he was a mid-Yuanying monk with his brother Yuxian. Among the disciples of the immortal sect who often walked around in the world, his cultivation was not to be feared or high.He is also an expert in exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits, and is respected by countless descendants of Xianmen.

But looking at his current appearance, such a well-known Nascent Soul cultivator is already dead! And turned into a ghost corpse, controlled by others!

Brother Yuxian...!

What is the ghost tonight? !

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