debt repayment

Quan Ying's fingers were covered with hot and humid blood and flesh.He didn't dare to press the long wound any more, for fear of touching his bones.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Song Huian moved his head resting on his thin shoulders, then straightened up with difficulty, holding his face with trembling hands, and the two looked at each other.

Li Gui's face was covered with bloodstains, and he was in such a panic that he could hardly see the beauty of the beauty under the moon. His eyes were blurred with blood and he couldn't open them. Even if he managed to open them, he could only see a hazy shadow.

But Li Gui's eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was looking at the only treasure in the world.

He really has nothing left, all he can hold on to is this good boy who accompanies him and treats him sincerely.

Quan Ying suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Song Hui'an knelt in the snow in the severe winter like this, holding a small child in his arms.

"My brother is good...with my brother here, I will be fine...I haven't seen my brother for a long time, let me give you a hug..."

That time, he was not a child being held, but a red tent, sitting in the distance, admiring his miserable state with pleasure.

"Let my brother hug me, my brother really misses me..."

"Brother, there's nothing delicious here, just some scraps of porridge and steamed buns. My brother will definitely not like it. Come, let my brother warm your hands... Oh, your hands are so hot, like charcoal."

"My brother can live so well, my brother is really happy."

This time, he couldn't laugh anymore, he just wanted to hold the dying ghost and cry bitterly.

The discussion has not stopped.

But Duan Lang coughed lightly, and said loudly: "Everyone, these two filth were originally food for being caught in the coffin. I don't want these two people to make trouble in the coffin and disturb the recent selection of materials. I just went down to see the coffin. We The spiritual material farm that we worked so hard to cultivate has been completely destroyed, and the ghosts and spiritual materials that were raised have been eaten by this ghost."

When Quan Ying heard him say the word "spiritual material", her heart sank.

It turns out that this spiritual coffin is a breeding farm where these "famous and authentic" who use the souls of monks to refine ghost weapons use it to select raw materials!

Sure enough, the traps of Chen Family Village alone are not enough to supply such a huge demand behind them. They not only snatch the souls of monks from outside, but also secretly raise ghost cultivators themselves to extract soul refining weapons. The core of the whole ghost town is for those ghosts. repair service.The ghosts in the ghost town are used to enhance their yin energy, they eat human flesh and souls, and compete with each other for the chance to leave the ghost town.

No one knows why they left here, and no one knows where the predecessors who left here went.

Compared with the monks outside, their practice is several times more brutal, bloody, bossy, and cruel. Only such a bloody and brutal practice of devouring the soul can improve the cultivation base the fastest and save the cost of the servants.

Ghost cultivators are not registered in the Taoist records, they practice secretly in the enchantment of the coffin, and cultivate their immortals. They are never expected to become famous, but they are only hoped that they will cultivate as soon as possible and become the next soul to be used to refine ghost tools.

He remembered what 340 Five had said.

They are not tool people coded by numbers, but livestock raised in captivity, no different from pigs and dogs.

Someone in the seat wondered: "Oh, what should we do? Our families and sects have worked so hard to raise so many pigs and spirit materials, and spent a lot of money on that coffin. How should we deal with these two mice?"

After Song Hui'an heard this, he was extremely angry, and wanted to raise his head to point at the man and yell at him, but he had no strength anymore. Quan Ying hugged his trembling body with a solemn expression.

He thought, he knew what "Duan Lang" was going to do.

Duan Lang shook his fan and smiled lightly: "It's easy to handle. Look at this ghost, it's also a thousand-year-old ghost with good skills. Isn't it the rare raw material we've been looking for for a long time?"

What he said was reasonable, and the noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Quan Ying gritted her teeth, hugged Song Hui'an tightly, and glared at the man in the front table.

That skin is very fluffy, but it's a pity that now, he can't wait to tear this thief into pieces!

Duan Lang continued: "Just in time, he swallowed all the spiritual materials we raised, and he is a ghost body, which is the most suitable material. Why don't we throw him into the furnace and refine it into pulp? Isn't everyone happy when this ghost is separated?"

After hearing this, everyone nodded their heads in praise: "Sect Master Duan has an excellent opinion."

High fart!

Quan Ying couldn't stop cursing in her heart, and glared angrily at these beastly things, her eyes were like fire.

"What about the other little one?"

Duan Lang said: "The origin of this mahogany sword spirit is very strange. I don't know when all the disciples have met such a person when they are walking outside. They can break through the coffin and escape by themselves. Of course, they are not ordinary people. I am afraid they are other three earth sects. The spy who came here can't be killed for now, it's better to keep it for strict interrogation."

"It's not too late to chop him up when we find out his background. This mahogany wood looks good. After polishing, maybe it can make some good magic weapons."

Upon hearing how he was going to deal with Quan Ying, Song Hui'an suddenly came to life, and yelled at him: "Bastard! I'll fuck you!"

Quan Ying hugged him tightly to prevent his seriously injured body from being injured again.

"Are you people or ghosts? What you do is worse than pigs and dogs. Who is the villain and the scourge—"

Li Gui's sharp questioning echoed in the hall, but everyone kept their faces unchanged and drank tea and ate cakes.

Duan Lang closed his eyes and rested his mind, clapped his hands and said: "No hesitation, gentlemen, we will train this ghost right now."

There was a loud clanging sound coming from under the floor.The ground shook slightly, the floor in front of Quanying opened downwards, and a huge bronze tripod rose into the hall.Dozens of well-trained Chiyunzong disciples each carried a sealed white porcelain jar, walked to the tripod, opened the jar, and poured out the contents.

It was not firewood at all, but marl that exuded a ghostly breath.

Ashes mixed with blood.

A disciple brought a lamp with a will-o'-the-wisp and directed the will-o'-the-wisp to a field of plaster.

Suddenly, a large piece of will-o'-the-wisp was ignited from the ash, and crying ghosts were born from it, flying around the bronze tripod.

The mouth of the tripod, which was like the mouth of a giant beast, was like the entrance to hell for swallowing people. It was clearly on fire, exuding a terrifying cold air, which shocked even a thousand-year-old ghost like Song Hui'an.

The fear of death and destruction suddenly swept over his body and mind.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

Seeing several disciples coming forward, Quan Ying twisted her face and hugged Song Hui'an, who was weak, and shouted: "Stay away from him, he can't be refined! Go away, go away!"

That was Song Hui'an, and that was the reincarnated soul of Shen Xingjian Sword Spirit. To practice this kind of great evil again would be tantamount to digging one's own grave.

Song Hui'an thought in a daze, as if a thousand years ago, that person hadn't tried throwing him into the stove, roasting him over fire, and boiling him in water.

"No, let him go! Let him go!"

Quan Ying was beaten with blood all over her face, struggling desperately to be pulled away from Song Hui'an, and seeing Song Hui'an being dragged towards the tripod, she almost went crazy.

Who will save them? !Where is the flaw in this damn barrier? !

As long as there is a little flaw, as long as you know where this is, you can be saved!

He forced himself to calm down, but to no avail, the people at the banquet began to toast each other, admiring the good show of refining ghosts.

Suddenly, a person raised his glass and said, "I wish this Fairy Gate Conference a successful conclusion!"

Everyone raised their glasses in response: "It's a successful end!" After finishing speaking, they drank the fine wine in their glasses.

Fairy Gate Conference!

He suddenly remembered that he had heard people mention this thing before.

The grand gathering held every year by various sects of Xianmen has always been held in——

Yancheng, the country of Zhaohui Kingdom!

They are in Yancheng!

"Hanchuan Xianjun, please come with me!"

"...Dijun? Dijun!"

Before Yan Wen and Zang Ji came back to their senses, the two High Gods had disappeared from the Zijin Palace.

It was also on this day that the southern land suddenly covered the sky with clouds and clouds, and the precious light of purple gold illuminated all living beings.

"Mom, what kind of cloud is this?"

"Oh, this is a good omen, please pay your respects!"

"Also ask the gods to bestow luck on us!"

There is auspiciousness in the sky, and the gods descend to the realm.

On that day, many demons, ghosts and living people in the southern land saw two meteor-like rapid lights heading straight to the east.When many people in Zhaohui Kingdom saw it, they guessed that it was Zide who acted today to lead the gods to bless Yanjing.

There are auspicious clouds and auspicious omens in the lower realm of the fairy family, which will benefit all living beings.The little gods and immortals in the lower realms can still eliminate demons tomorrow, and the four emperors and eight patriarchs have more visions.

In the past, Emperor Zhen Ming came to the east land in person, and the colorful clouds were connected, and the auspicious brilliance covered the sky, which lasted for several months.The literati and ink writers were surprised, so they wrote poems, songs and paintings to worship the gods.

This cause has passed thousands of years ago.

Even the living beings in the eastern lands have forgotten his auspicious omen, let alone the living beings in the southern lands outside of Quanying's jurisdiction.Even a cultivator of the Immortal Gate couldn't believe that he really bumped into a mighty immortal going out.

In the main hall, the ground shook, and the solid beams shook endlessly, dropping debris.The big cauldron in the center of the hall was almost unsteady, and the boiling medicinal juice leaked a little, and the molten iron-like medicinal juice splashed to the ground, burning the stone plate into a deep hole at the top.

What leaked from the cracks in the roof was not white skylight, but a purple-gold brilliance that had never been seen before.

There are countless brilliant deep purple light spots in this light gold, and its quality is clear, like minerals flowing after melting.

The divine light that was supposed to benefit all living beings and be warm and friendly, now only has shocking coercion and murderous intent left.It was as if from beyond the roof, a pair of huge eyes watched their crimes. .

"What's going on? Why did the ground move?"

Among them, many people who have no knowledge of astronomy and geography took the compass to calculate, but they saw that the magnetic stripes on the compass did not move at all, and there was no abnormality.

Suddenly, the air in the hall shook.

The barrier set up here is broken.

Duan Lang said sharply: "Throw him in quickly."

The disciple who was dragging Song Hui'an didn't dare to be negligent, and kicked away Xiaodaotong who was chasing up and hugging his thigh.

Faster, faster!

In the eyes of Quanying Shangshen's body, there was only Liuyun flying backwards.

in an instant.

The sky above Yancheng.Thousands of palaces and towers are like ants, crawling under his feet.