The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Follow the will-o'-the-wisp all the way, and gradually reach the depths of the forest. The trees here are taller and bigger, with dead branches showing teeth and claws, and they look more like ferocious devils in the night.As soon as he landed, he stepped on another dead branch, and there was a crisp snap. Song Ping's whole body trembled, and he retracted his foot silently, and stood obediently.

The will-o'-the-wisp stopped here, and Jing Moli retracted the will-o'-the-wisp, waved it casually, and the will-o'-the-wisp scattered, falling on the surrounding branches like starlight, illuminating the surroundings, "Do you need me to invite you out?"

With a woman's coquettish chuckle, Hong Yan came out from behind a tree, and then a dozen ghost servants also appeared, but she recovered within a few hours, I'm afraid she had absorbed a lot of ghost power , "Since when have we ghosts joined forces with the magistrates of the underworld? Your son is really embarrassing us."

Song Ping said in distaste, "With a ghost like you, you will lose face to the underworld, right?"

Hong Yan looked at him disdainfully, "How can you speak bravely when you are defeated?"

"Then try it now." Song Ping immediately took out the soul-inducing circle, and the golden light of the soul-inducing circle flashed for a moment. Jing Moli hit the flute in his hand and knocked back the soul-inducing circle. He cast a glance at Song Ping. It suddenly dawned on me that this is the Forest of Silence, and once the soul-inducing circle is out, I'm afraid it will attract all the ghosts and monsters.

"Too lazy to entangle, you step aside." Jing Moli took two steps forward and looked at Hong Yan, "Are you going to catch him without a fight, or do you want me to do it?"

Facing Jing Moli, Hong Yan didn't dare to fight head-on, "Master, do you want me to die?"

"Reincarnation is also liberation."

"But I have resentment and hatred in my heart!" Hong Yan didn't want to enter reincarnation, she was too unwilling, she didn't want to linger in that filthy world.

"Does the ghost you killed have no resentment or hatred in their hearts?" Jing Moli raised his hand, and the Bihuang flute revealed a white light in the night, which was a kind of peaceful and holy brilliance.

Hong Yan gritted her teeth slightly. Today is a doomed day, so she has to fight hard. The bones turned into a three-foot green blade, lying in front of her, "Okay, it's worth it to have you with me." She waved her hand, and the ghost servant They had already swarmed up first, Jing Moli pointed at the blue flute in his hand, the white ghost fire on the tree fell off, and landed on the ghost servant, like a dead leaf being instantly ignited, the ghost servants were bathed in fire, screaming shrilly, It burned up in an instant, and the three souls and seven souls turned into a faint aura.

Song Ping marveled at how easy it is for the ghost king to kill little ghosts. He opened a soul lock bag and collected all the aura in it. These three souls and seven souls can still be included in the underworld, and they can be obtained after soaking in the soul refining pool for hundreds of years. reborn.

Hong Rou's complexion changed slightly, and she turned into a ghost. The red dress rushed towards Jing Moli, as if she was prepared. She didn't approach Jing Moli, but just swung her sword from a distance, and competed with Jing Moli Ghosts and supernatural powers.Jing Moli melted away one by one without any haste, until Hong Yan made five moves, he finally turned from defense to offense, the light of the green flute flashed slightly, and a sword energy turned into silver needles like rain towards the Wrapped around Hong Yan, the silver needle pierced into Hong Yan's body, nailing her to a tree and making her unable to move, it was a weak spring.

It was as if the soul had been pierced by thousands of silver needles, and it was shattered into pieces. Hong Rou was in so much pain that she couldn't even make a sound, staring at Jing Moli full of resentment, she opened her mouth extremely hard and said, "Even if my soul is scattered, I can't make a sound." I don’t want to enter the underworld.” She frowned and gritted her teeth, trying to gather the remaining ghost power, broke free from the shackles of the silver needle in an instant, fell to the ground, and gave a sharp cry without hesitation. The wind suddenly tightened, and the cold breath became heavier and richer.

She is attracting those ghosts and monsters!Jing Moli flashed her figure, and slapped Hong Yan's brows with her palm. When the force of her palm reached, Hong Yan's voice stopped, she looked at Jing Moli and suddenly smiled, "You will never find Feng Guixi. "

Hearing this name, Jing Moli moved his eyes, and immediately withdrew his palm, "What did you say?"

"You can't find Feng Guixi." Hong Yan repeated, with a wider smile on her lips.

How could she know about Feng Guixi?Jing Moli couldn't believe it, "What do you know?"

Hong Yan took two steps back, "I know where Feng Guixi is? If you kill me, then you will never find him."

"Tell me! Where is he? What do you know?" Jing Moli's voice was a little lower, awe-inspiring.

Hong Yan smiled and shook her head, "I want to know, how can it be so easy? Unless, you give me half of your cultivation!"

Jing Moli frowned slightly, if he wanted to exchange his cultivation for Feng Guixi, he would be willing, but this red rouge is not trustworthy, "I ask you, how is he?"

"Good or bad."

"Okay, I'll give you half of your cultivation." Jing Moli agreed.

"Are you crazy?" Song Ping was taken aback, and hurried forward, "Do you believe nonsense?"

"Then do you know Feng Guixi?" Jing Moli turned to Song Ping.

Song Ping shook his head, "Feng Guixi? Hearing the name, she must be a beauty."

Hong Yan stood supporting a tree, "Feng Guixi is naturally a beauty, I never thought that the young master is an infatuated person, and he misses the world for a woman."

As soon as this remark came out, Jing Moli immediately confirmed that what Hong Yan said was a lie, his Feng Guixi was not a woman, but a man, Feng Guixi, the young master of the Feng Clan in the demon world.With a soft sigh, ghost power gathered in his palm, if he wanted to kill Hong Yan, if he dared to lie to him with Feng Guixi, he would die.

Before he could make a move, the ghost mist filled the air, a skeleton arm instantly pulled the red rouge, and it disappeared into the tree trunk. Jing Moli slapped the tree with his palm, and the tree branch broke, but there was no trace of the red rouge. Let this female ghost escape!

Song Ping frowned with some pity, "Don't believe the nonsense!"

"I know."

"Do you know?" Song Ping hesitated to speak, and asked instead, "Is Feng Guixi the person you are looking for?"

Jing Moli nodded.

"Oh, a good name. But, we seem to be in trouble now?" There were ghostly screams and will-o'-the-wisps around them, and they seemed to be surrounded.Song Ping coughed lightly, and corrected his words again, "I am the one who is more troublesome." It is easy for the ghost king to retreat completely, but he is afraid that the judge will be torn to pieces by these ghosts and monsters.

Concentrating on his thoughts, Jing Moli took out a black robe and threw it to Song Ping, "Put it on."

The black robe was light and warm, and Song Ping quickly put it on. The black robe was stained with Jing Moli's ghost power, which could somewhat cover up his aura of being a judge.Jing Moli looked around and stood facing the east, "Go here." Here, the demonic aura is the weakest and it is easier to get out of trouble. They are not here to kill these demons and monsters, so there is no need to fight hard.

Song Ping restrained his breath, followed Jing Moli and walked towards the east, tiptoeing in the air, the light of the blue flute in Jing Moli's hand was exhausted, and the white ghost fire scattered into fireflies, turning into a stream of light toward the Flying in front of them, where they pass, there are all ghosts and ghosts. Although they have lost their minds, they instinctively fear those too powerful forces.

However, there are also some who are not smart enough, but after walking more than ten steps, a black shadow rushed towards this side, and as soon as it touched the streamer, it fled away at a faster speed with a scream, and Song Ping silently went to the scene again. Mo Li leaned on this side.

After walking about a dozen more steps, a few black shadows blocked Liu Guang's path, and ghosts appeared, four ghosts shrouded in a black mist.

"It seems that we can't be kind today." Jing Moli collected the will-o'-the-wisps and surrounded Song Ping, "I've only been away from here for 200 years, and you guys are going crazy." When he closed his eyes slightly and opened them again, his pupils Red, three red marks at the end of the eyes slanted into the temples, his face was like snow, the ghost image was fully displayed, and the aura belonging to the ghost king spread unreservedly.

Qi Mei whispered, seeming to shrink back, but such a powerful ghost power is also the biggest temptation, regardless of life and death, he rushed forward, surrounded Jing Moli in an instant, and scattered towards Song Ping, but they were protected by ghost fire , they couldn't get close, but regardless of their own desires, they began to rush into the will-o'-the-wisps, trying to smash them away.

Bi Huang's flute turned into a sharp sword, slashing a demon with one sword, and the white-robed ghost, with a few sharp swords, killed the demon that was approaching.

"Hey, although it's okay to kill these evil spirits, it's not good if you commit too many evils." Seeing Jing Moli's quick strikes, Song Ping couldn't help reminding that evil spirits are also living creatures in the Dao of Heaven. Killing dust is also hindering practice.

Jing Mo left his hands for a moment, looked at the dark and charming surroundings, finally played the flute horizontally, moved his fingers, opened his lips, the sound of the flute was clear and spread to the sky, his body stood in the sky like a light bird, the white light shone and the breeze rose, ghosts Hearing the sound of the flute, the hostility is dispersed, and the soul hears the sound of the flute, and the resentment is calmed down. One sound and one rhyme cleanse all things ethereal.

The Voice of Jinghua?Song Ping opened his mouth wide in surprise. All ghosts and gods in the underworld know the technique of superseding ghosts, but only a few emperors can do this technique of purifying souls. How can this ghost king's cultivation be comparable to that of a god?No, this is not the point. No matter how powerful the ghost king is, he is still a ghost. I have never heard of ghosts being able to transform ghosts since ancient times. Who is this Jing Moli?

The sound of the flute stopped, everything was silent, the black mist thinned and turned grayish white, and none of the monsters and monsters around could be seen, only a little bit of aura, like starlight.Song Ping took out the soul lock bag and put away the purified souls, "City Lord, are you really a ghost?" He even suspected that the ghost king was a fairy from the fairy world.

Flying to the ground, Jing Moli concentrated for a while, and returned to his usual appearance, but his lips were a little pale. This song of Jinghua cost him a lot of mana, and now he is just standing there reluctantly, calming down the fluctuations Jing Moli walked forward, and after walking for almost half an hour, he was still in the deep forest, but there were no ghosts and ghosts here, and the fog became thicker.

Song Ping couldn't help asking, "Where are we now?"

"Silent Forest." Jing Moli still walked forward.

"Where is the Silent Forest?" Song Ping felt that this place seemed to be more dangerous than those monsters.

"Deep." Jing Moli said concisely.

Song Ping was speechless, and asked instead, "How can you purify the soul?"

"Learned."

"Who taught you this."

"North Emperor."

"Northern Emperor? Huh?" Song Ping was surprised, "Did the Emperor teach you?"

"When I was in Jihe City, I met the Northern Emperor. He traveled around the world as a judge and forged a friendship with me." That was before Jing Moli became the lord of Jihe City.

Song Ping nodded. He didn't expect that Jing Moli knew his immediate boss. Song Ping knew what kind of temperament his emperor had. The emperor must value Jing Moli very much.

"In this way, we are really destined." It seems that it is also because of Beidi's face that the ghost king protects himself so much.