Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

The three were silent, the abbot monk came over and glanced at Meng Xiangyang: "He is indeed a good candidate."

The three heads: "???"

"Young man, if you think about it, if you go, you may never come back."

"Monk, no, master! I've made up my mind!" Meng Xiangyang clenched his fists, his palms were full of sweat: "I want to dedicate myself to the people of Li! I'm not afraid! Come on!"

Yu Sheng frowned: "Are you really going?"

Meng Xiangyang nodded firmly: "Master, I have already thought about it. I think, I want to do a glorious thing. I can't let others help me anymore. I also want to be a person who can help me. My junior brother is still being punished." I've lost it for so long, what if, what if he already..." He closed his eyes heavily, and then opened them again: "I'll go to Ghost God to look for him, in case I see him, I can bring him back return!"

Yu Sheng: "..."

"The magic circle is ready, my little friend, please." The abbot monk waved his sleeves: "Stand in the heart of the circle, your soul will be temporarily separated from your body. When the time comes, take a deep breath and don't get excited, your soul will be gone." Appear in ghosts by yourself, you are a body of pure yang, ghosts will not take the initiative to approach you, go."

Meng Xiangyang didn't hesitate, turned around and stepped into the magic circle emitting faint light. The golden light gradually buried his figure: "By the way, how can I find that ghost master?"

"This..." The abbot monk's voice became farther and farther away: "It depends on your fortune—"

Golden Light.

After a short period of dizziness, Meng Xiangyang slowly opened his eyes.

It's so dark, what the hell is this place?

He got up, and suddenly felt no touch on his body, his arms were light and fluffy, as if...

Meng Xiangyang lowered his head to look at himself with a little dim light that came from nowhere.

He made a groping motion, and the fingers of his left hand passed through his right arm at once.

"Yi——" he howled in horror, only to find that his voice was fine.

Are ghosts here?

He stood up, no, floated up, and looked around.

The surrounding area was dark and empty, and nothing could be seen. The ground was covered with strange rocks of various sizes, and as far as the eye could see, there was not even a single dead grass on the ground.

No, it's all ghosts, where did the flowers and plants come from?Meng Xiangyang was a little scared, and while comforting himself, he walked forward aimlessly.

This ghost creature was empty, neither god nor ghost, Meng Xiangyang kept muttering in his heart, wondering if that monk sent him to the wrong place?Not to mention ghost masters here, there are not even little ghosts!

As he was walking, Meng Xiangyang heard the sound of gurgling water. After walking in silence for a long time, he immediately cheered up and followed the sound to find it.As they approached, the sound of the water became louder and louder, and I saw a thick river rushing from a distance. The river was a faint yellow color, the waves were rough, and the waves were rushing endlessly. Even the waves are dim yellow.

Meng Xiangyang glanced at the riverside, seeing how fast the water was, he immediately retracted his head.

This can't be Huang Quan, can it?

Meng Xiangyang shuddered, turned his head and walked back, trembling as he walked, he asked: "Yes, is there anyone—"

"Is anyone there—" Meng Xiangyang's voice echoed from all directions, like an echo, or like countless people lowered their voices to imitate him.

Meng Xiangyang's heart was pounding, and while restraining himself to imagine some terrifying images, he thought to himself: I am a pure yang body and ghosts do not invade me, but a pure yang body ghosts do not invade...

As he said that, he felt his courage returned a little bit, he collected himself, and felt that the way of asking just now seemed wrong: "Is there a ghost?"

"How can there be ghosts..." A corrupt voice suddenly answered, which startled Meng Xiangyang.

"You you you you you... who are you? Speak up and don't hide and scare people!"

"People? Is there anyone here?" An old lady with gray hair bowed out from behind a strange rock, her white hair was so long that it was braided and still fell at her feet.

Meng Xiangyang glanced at her cautiously, seeing that it wasn't the grim-eyed ghost he had imagined, he breathed a sigh of relief: "No one, no one, no one here—Grandma, why is there not even a ghost here?" No?"

The old lady looked at him from a distance: "Today is the eighth day of the first lunar month in the human world. The ghosts and monsters are empty for a thousand years. Those who should go have already gone, and those who shouldn't go will be sent away today. How can there be ghosts here?" ——Little devil, why don't you go?"

"Uh..." Meng Xiangyang paused: "Grandma, I'm here to find someone... Ah no, find a ghost, do you know where the ghost master is?"

The old lady glanced at him and pointed in a certain direction.

"Thank you, thank you!" Meng Xiangyang didn't expect this ghostly ghost to be so talkative, so he quickly nodded and bowed to thank people: "Then I'll go first!"

Outside Guiyuan, Xi Feiluan frowned slightly as he looked at the soaring black air.

Ghost abyss broken?

He still remembered the heavy expressions on the faces of the elders when they talked about the history of Guiyuan in the book.

A translucent human soul brushed past Xi Feiluan and flew into the sky.He turned around and looked back. On the edge of Guiyuan, the high wall built with spiritual power was still emitting dazzling light, but in the light, there was still a lot of black energy coming out from the top, mixed with some strong resentment. remnant soul.

Another remnant soul with a faint black air fled to the vicinity of Xi Feiluan's position, he grabbed it and pinched it in his hand. The black air burned Xi Feiluan's palm all of a sudden, and he relaxed in pain, and the remnant soul ran away immediately gone.

"—"

Xi Feiluan lowered his head and looked at the open palms. Some disciples were carrying something in the distance. He took a look and saw that it was Meng Xiangyang who passed out for some reason.

Looking again, Meng Xiangyang's three souls and seven souls only left one soul on the Tianling cover, and one of the disciples shouted: "Senior brother Meng's body is protected! He will definitely come back from the ghost!"

demon? !

This word made Xi Feiluan's heart tremble. Ghosts are the underworld in human story books. Only dead souls can enter that place.

Thinking of this, Xi Feiluan walked over quickly, and lifted the curtain of the tent. Several disciples inside had just put Meng Xiangyang down, and raised their heads in surprise: "Senior Brother Lin?!"

Several disciples looked at each other: "Brother Lin, why are you here?!"

They had heard earlier that the disciple surnamed Lin under the head of the sect disappeared when he went down the mountain to do business. The sect had been unable to find him for a long time, but why did he suddenly appear here now? !

Xi Feiluan didn't care about explaining to them, pushed away the disciples who stood in front of him, and squatted down to check Meng Xiangyang's situation. Meng Xiangyang was lying on the ground, his face was as pale as blood loss, his body was emitting a faint golden light, and the Buddhist magic circle was on him Running, maintaining his vitality.

"You guys go out, I'll watch over him." Xi Feiluan felt for his pulse, it was still stable.

It seems that the soul has been separated from the body actively.

But what did he go to ghosts for?Xi Feiluan was puzzled.

Several disciples looked at him, feeling uneasy about Senior Brother Lin who came back suddenly, and embarrassed to refute, one disciple said: "I'll tell the head the good news of your return."

Xi Feiluan was startled: "No need!"

This reaction made the disciples even more suspicious, and the disciples immediately stopped leaving: "Why don't you bother Senior Brother Lin, let us guard it."

"That's right, Brother Lin, let's go to the master uncle, we can just come here."

"...Okay." Xi Feiluan couldn't argue with them, so he had to stand up and walk out, and looked back worriedly. Meng Xiangyang, who was lying on the ground, was getting paler and paler, and his soul would hurt the monk who hadn't condensed the Nascent Soul. It is extremely huge, and even a moment may cause irreversible damage to the body. Taking such a big risk, what did he do to the ghost?

The more Xi Feiluan thought about it, the more anxious he became, chewing and chewing the word "ghost" in his heart, he walked out of the tent anxiously, when the cold wind outside the tent hit, Xi Feiluan shivered suddenly, and suddenly closed his eyes.

Then open your eyes—

The scene in front of him was not the same as before, the surrounding light was dim, strange rocks were everywhere, and the cold wind passed between Xi Feiluan's waist and legs, he blinked.

This is... For some reason, Xi Feiluan was absolutely convinced that this place was a ghost.

Why did he come down?

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