Listen to the words of Fengxi

Borrow it on the ground, waiting for the mud to regenerate.

Stepping through the mire and stagnant water, Shui Wangyang followed two disciples to the Lushui River in a panic. He was relieved when he saw Nangong Yudie whose forehead was bruised and his right arm was dislocated.

It's good that people find it.

"quick."

The Shuimen disciple came over with clean clothes and put them on Nangong Yudie. She didn't seem to feel it, and just stared at the rushing river indifferently.

"Nangong Valley Master?"

"roll."

Taking a glance across the water, Nangong Yudie picked up the clothes behind her and continued to stare at the river.

The two disciples were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do. They didn't understand where Nangong Yudie got angry, so they could only look at the deputy sect master, waiting for him to speak.Shui Wangyang also had a look of astonishment, but he didn't want to add fuel to the flames, so he beckoned the two disciples to walk away with him.

"You're staring here from afar, and you're going to inform Yunlang and the disciples of Yunlang Valley that all the disciples have gone to the ghost town with me?"

"Back then, the Nangong Valley Master hadn't returned from the ghost city, and all the Yunlang Valley disciples followed him."

"Where's Xiao Clan?"

"The White Shadow Protector is on the mountain pass, and the disciples of Xiao Clan's Qingchi Palace are on it, but Pavilion Master Xiao—"

Ordinary disciples only know that Shui Lizhi disappeared after seeing Xiao Yifeng. They don't know that he took the poison and fell into Henry Zhang's hands, let alone why he didn't show up when the ghost town was shaken.

Shui Wangyang sighed, and looked at Nangong Yudie from a distance with a complicated expression. "Go and inform Protector Bai."

The black robes are like buckets, and the star patterns are like gold. Eighteen witches came to the north gate of the ghost city. The golden pupils looked at the sky through the cloudy clouds, and the star ears listened to the dense fog, searching for the wailing and truth of nearly 90 years.

Xue Yuexing and others scattered around to guard, and the eighteen witches invited by Yimen were all top-of-a-hundred masters in Wuzhen, and it would be heartbreaking to lose one of them.

Afterimages wander in the dense fog, soulless like a walking dead, without emotion, let alone the resentment that others think, they just exist, wandering around, like koi being fed in a pool, or like koi by the wall in the setting sun In his old age, he was so lifeless that he couldn't hear any sound.

Suddenly bumped into a ray of golden light, the afterimage shook the non-existent body, stepped back in confusion, and continued to wander around the golden light.More and more golden light pierced into the quagmire, and more and more afterimages hurt themselves. After collisions again and again, afterimages finally remembered to get angry to express their resentment.

They neighed like tens of thousands of horses trapped under the echoing wall and let out their final wail, and the cavalry kicked and the sound was muffled like thunder.I couldn't find a crisp relief, only my head was bleeding.

"It's so cold... so cold... so cold!"

The blood flow stopped, it was cold, it was too cold!

Cold?Is it cold?Isn't it hot?

Seeing the terrible silence in the dense fog, Qiu Cilai slowly stood up, and the other disciples didn't dare to breathe. The ghost city's motionlessness was more terrifying than running around.

After taking Huihun Pill to temporarily relieve the abdominal pain, Xiao Yifeng could also relax and fall asleep in Guxiyan's arms.Although it has been cleaned, the dusty and musty smell in the ruined temple is still lingering, and Xiao Yifeng will cough lightly from time to time when he sleeps.

Xiao Zhongyi suddenly jumped off the beam, and the dust that fell was flying all over the sky.Gu Xiyan rushed away angrily with spiritual power, fearing that his words would disturb the pavilion master's rest, so he could only stare at Xiao Zhongyi to express his anger, but the guy ignored him and went straight out.

"Master?"

The black air around Henry Zhang's body was churning, and his expression was rarely dignified.

"They're going to wake them up."

Xiao Zhongyi was also a little annoyed when she heard the words, isn't this courting death! "Overreaching."

Henry Zhang's eyes fell nearby, he sneered and let out a lot of cold air, silently watching Taoist figures appear from the dark.From left to right, the snow-packed peak has been half surrounded.

Thinking about the Xiao Clan's Xian fireworks, it's not surprising that these people can be found.Xiao Zhongyi took a step forward, and began to introduce Master deliberately as if she was annoyed.

"Yan Xuanjiao, Shui Mai, and Nangong Yudie are not here, and I don't know anyone from Nangong's family, nor does the old man Yimen. The child next to him is Yi Tiantong, Yi Jie's closed disciple."

Just after the introduction, people on both sides had no time to speak, and they were attracted by the sudden restlessness of the ghost town.

It is condescending and unobstructed, as if God took an invisible stick and began to stir, and the thick fog of the whole city began to revolve around the center. Among them, the souls of the dead wailed miserably, and the sound of the empty valley made people's scalp numb, as if it was a sin to be alive.

Xiao Yifeng was awakened, panting, and was helped by Gu Xiyan to go out to check. He was clearly far away on the other side of the mountain, but he felt that all the wailing wails were floating in his mind, which made him have a splitting headache.

"Pavilion Lord!"

Suddenly realizing that Xiao Yifeng's complexion was like paper and nosebleeds were running out, Gu Xiyan was frightened and panicked.Just in a hurry, Henry Zhang suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring Gu Xiyan out of his wits again.

"what……"

"How are you?" Henry Zhang supported Xiao Yifeng's shoulders, staring at him expectantly.

"...head, headache." Xiao Yifeng also stared at Henry Zhang, knowing that he couldn't hide.

Gu Xiyan looked back and forth between the father and the two, not knowing what charade they were playing again.Looking back, there was a group of figures looming over the mountain, Gu Xiyan thought it was a skeleton running out of the ghost town, and was so frightened that he staggered and sat at the entrance of the ruined temple.

Henry Zhang took the opportunity to pick up Xiao Yifeng, and walked into the crowd full of black air.Xiao Zhongyi stood in the middle, not knowing whether to feel sorry for Xiao Yifeng or worry about herself.

Yan Xigu, Yan Wuwu and Shi Shangsong were all covered in mud and pushed forward from behind. If it wasn't for the disciples of the Xiao Clan to guide them, they would still be wandering around the ghost town.Yan Xuanjiao and Shui Mai glared at the three little guys at the same time, how did they find them? !

Yan Xigu leaned into her father's ear and told him what Qiuci had said: Xiaomen's disciples had gone back to disperse the people in the ghost city, please take care of Xiao Yifeng, and don't give up on him unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Guxi Yan!"

Shi Shangsong opened his eyes wide and pointed at the person who had just got up in the ruined temple and shouted at Yan Xigu.Yan Xigu nodded perfunctorily, Gu Xiyan is insignificant now, what is important is the skeleton-like old man in front of him, and Xiao Yifeng who is obviously weak in his hand.

What the hell is going on these days?

The wailing in his head became more and more acute, Xiao Yifeng's high fever did not subside, and the cold poison did not go away, and for a while it made his body foggy.The sky was getting brighter, but Xiao Yifeng's eyes were getting darker and darker, his nose was bleeding from the burn, and the bright red blood dripped down his chin onto his dusty clothes, which was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Is Henry Zhang right? Let Xiao Yifeng go, everything is easy to talk about, and you don't want him to have an accident, right?" Yan Xuanjiao stepped forward to negotiate, but Xiao Yifeng was not there, so Xiao Yifeng couldn't be wronged.

Henry Zhang ignored it, and didn't even give him a straight look.

"Henry Zhang!" Shui Mai shouted, impatient to spend with him.

Henry Zhang turned his head to look at his apprentice. "Follow." Xiao Zhongyi nodded, jumped back to Gu Xiyan's side, and waited for a thick fog to roll in from the sky, grabbing the screaming Gu Xiyan and rushing in.

"Guxi Yan!"

Seeing his brother being taken away, Ishigami rushed forward without fear of death, but it was Shui Mai who pulled his son back to prevent him from being involved.Everyone shielded their faces with their arms, and even used their spiritual power to resist. When the thick fog shrank back to the ghost town, the people in front of them disappeared.

Yan Xigu stared at the shapeless snowdrift on the mountain peak, went to squat down, and found that one part of the melting ice and snow was yellow, and there was a pill the size of an apple core in the center.Squeeze out the small pill with your fingers, and Yan Xigu sends it to Yunlang Valley.Tang Ruozhi, who led the team, greeted him, took the pills, sniffed them carefully, and then put them in his mouth to taste.

"Hey, Elder Tang?"

"This is the soul-returning pill." Tang Ruozhi turned to look at Shui Mai and Yan Xuanjiao.

Yan Xigu was at a loss, seeing that most of the disciples around him didn't know what to do, only the old man and the other masters looked worried and remained silent.His eyes met with senior brother Yan Wuwu, and he shook his head helplessly.Scanning the crowd again, he found that Yi Tiantong was frowning and looking at the ghost city, not interested in Huihun Pill at all.

"What is Huihun Pill? What's going on? Why is Xiao Yifeng in Henry Zhang's hands?" If I knew it last night, I should let Qiu Ci explain it clearly.

"That's right, who is that man who took my brother away!" Ishigami Matsu also came out to make trouble.

"Can you find out Henry Zhang's cultivation base?" Yan Xuanjiao calmly turned back and asked Shui Mai.

Shui Mai looked at Tang Ruozhi and Yi Xiazhang, the elder of Yimen, and they both shook their heads. The highest cultivation level of these people was in the middle stage of Yuantian Realm, and none of them could see Henry Zhang clearly.

"It seems that outside of Yuantian Realm, you and I are no match."

22 ,

"...The body is red and the bones are stagnant; the soul is in the city, and the soul is in the prison. It is not the wrath of the sky, but it is a man-made disaster. The long wife weeps, sings to avenge grievances, chants to soothe her feelings, and howls to relieve her grievances." Flatten the grievance."

The eulogy and ghost cries kept rushing in my mind, so loud that I wanted people to cut off their heads for peace.

"It's so cold~ it's so cold~ it's really cold~"

Are ghosts afraid of the cold?Isn't it cold and bitter in the underworld?So what if it's cold, Lord Yan won't let ghosts come to the world to make trouble.

"It's so cold~ it's so cold~ it's really cold~"

The ghost was trembling, its teeth were chattering, perhaps it was fear?Whether it is a human or a ghost, one always feels cold when one is afraid. These two feelings seem to be interlinked.

"It's so cold~ It's really cold~ Has the ice melted? It's so cold~"

ice?

The white light cuts through the sky, fixing all the noises in the mind, and looking carefully, there is an ice city in the clouds or fog: the bustling street is brightly lit, probably because it is already midnight, and the lobby of the Zhaixing Building is not full of people , only 30 people are still holding banquets and drinking.Some people were terrified and got up to run away, as if they sensed the danger was coming, but most of them were still chatting and laughing from ear to ear.A boy fell at the door, and a man dressed as a shopkeeper ran to help him, but he was frozen in place forever.

He couldn't help but raised his hand to pull the boy, but when he touched the ice, he was bounced away by a hot air wave.

after shadow break