Scholar has special ghost skills

"Zifei, come back to me! Ahhh..." Seeing Nie Zifei flying away on a crane, the ghost king grew suddenly and turned into a hideous face more than two meters high. He roared like a collapse, and swung his palm again. To Yan Junyi's chest.

"Yan Junyi!" He Yunqing rushed over with all his might.

"What are you doing back here!" Yan Junyi looked back and saw him startled, and flew into a rage, "Hurry up!"

But because of the anger and fire, he spurted blood.

"I'll save you." He Yunqing stepped forward to help him up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips, "Isn't he afraid of the dragon spirit on me, tell me what to do?"

"Go back!" Yan Junyi pushed him away forcefully, but now he didn't even have the strength to stand still, his feet were weak and he fell to the ground again, and his usually meticulous bun was a little messy.

He Yunqing felt uncomfortable, it was the first time he saw Yan Junyi in such a mess.

The King of Ghosts stared at them and laughed like a ghost crawling out of hell, "Hahahaha... I want you all to die here! No one wants to leave!"

He Yun looked around lightly, saw the long sword lying beside Yan Jun's righteous hand, picked it up, and said, "Do you want to use my blood?"

"What are you going to do?" Yan Junyi was shocked, but he couldn't stop it.

He Yun gritted his teeth lightly, and his teeth had already cut his wrist. The bright red blood flowed down the sword body, and it resonated with the long sword, shining like golden light on the crossing.

"My lord..." Nie Zifei stayed not far away and couldn't get close, and at that moment he came to his senses.

He and the prince are no longer possible...

"Hmph! Stupid, do you think you can deal with this king? This king will kill you first!" The ghost king looked contemptuous, and was about to kill the scholar with magic.

"Ghost King, don't!" Nie Zifei was startled, and hurriedly flew over to hug him.

"Are you back?" The ghost king was ecstatic, he didn't expect him to come back to him.

Nie Zifei turned his body, turned his back to Yan Junyi and the others, leaned his head on his shoulder, and asked softly, "How can you let them go?"

The ghost king regained his handsome appearance and hugged him back, "As long as you promise to go back to the underworld with me, I will let them go."

"Well, good." Nie Zifei nodded, Yingying looked at Yan Junyi.

Yan Junyi frowned, and immediately understood what he meant.

"Zifei, why are you..." He Yun shook his head lightly and stepped back, a little in disbelief at the scene in front of him, unable to understand Nie Zifei's decision.

But at this moment, the sword in his hand was quickly snatched by Yan Junyi, and stabbed fiercely through the wind.

The moment he got close to the ghost king, his expression hesitated for a moment, but at that moment, Nie Zifei stretched out his hand to grab the sharp blade of the sword, and pierced the ghost king's back without hesitation!

"Ah, it's not you!" The ghost king waved his palm away in severe pain and slapped Yan Junyi away.

He lowered his head in disbelief, watching the long sword piercing his body, and the tip of the long sword pierced Nie Zifei's body at the same time.

Nie Zifei was so painful that tears flowed like pear blossoms and rain, and his figure gradually faded. He shook his lips vigorously, "Ghost King... I won't leave, I will go back to the underworld with you, are you satisfied?"

"Zifei! Zifei!" The Ghost King surrounded him in panic, tears rolled down his eyes, "Don't leave, don't leave!"

"You actually shed tears for me?" Nie Zifei smiled wryly, and raised his hand tremblingly, "King of Ghosts, I seem to..."

"No, no, Zifei... Zifei..." He Yunqing came back to his senses, and wanted to run over when he saw such a desire.

"Don't go there!" Yan Junyi, who was flying to the ground, struggled to hold him.

"Ahhh." He Yunqing couldn't bear to wave his hand away for a while, scratched his head and growled in pain, "It's all you, why did you kill Zifei, why!"

Yan Junyi lowered his eyes, stood on the spot without speaking, his expression was hidden in the shadows, the long sword in his hand suddenly lost strength, and fell to the ground "dang".

He Yunqing heard the sound, looked up and saw that the blood on his robe had dried up, and new blood was added, and he was so weak that he seemed to fall down at any time, so he knew that he should not blame him.

"My lord... my lord..." Nie Zifei called out, turned his head and stretched out his hand, but his vision became more and more blurred.

The Ghost King hugged him horizontally, lost his former calmness, and said anxiously, "Zifei, don't talk, I won't let your soul fly away!"

"Ghost King...can I beg you...let them go." Nie Zifei exhausted his last strength and slowly lowered his hands.

"You won't die, I won't let you die!" Ghost King murmured, "I'll take you back to the underworld, I'll give you whatever you want, don't leave me, don't leave me..."

As he walked into the depths, while talking, several cracks began to crack in the dark space.

He Yun started lightly, and shouted, "What are you doing? Zifei won't go with you!"

However, the ghost king is already insane and can't listen to anything.

Yan Junyi was afraid that He Yunqing would chase after him regardless of his life, and said, "He Yunqing, maybe Nie Zifei will have a glimmer of life if he goes to the underworld."

"What did you say..." He Yunqing stopped in his tracks and looked at him in disbelief.

Yan Junyi said slowly, "Although Nie Zifei had a relationship with you in the previous life...but now his red line is to be implicated with the ghost king..."

At this time, the space shattered like a mirror with a "bang", and pieces of gravel fell from the air.

"Hey, don't talk anymore, I'm afraid this place is going to collapse, we have to find a way out quickly!" Jiu Jie shouted loudly as he flew over on a crane.

The place where He Yunqing was standing was surrounded by the ground, and the ground fell quickly. Before he could react, Yan Junyi grabbed him and threw him at the paper crane.

The Jiujie on his back quickly caught it, and He Yun shook his head lightly.

Looking at the collapsed space, the Ghost King had disappeared holding Nie Zifei, while Yan Junyi stood alone on a piece of rubble...

"Yan Junyi, fly over here!" He Yunqing yelled anxiously, but he saw him holding his sword, stood up and then fell down, and turned around and shouted, "Master Jiujie, fly back and save him! "

"Impossible, the ghost king's building is collapsing now, if we go back, we will only have a dead end!" Jiu Jie frowned, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Seeing him like this lightly, He Yun wanted to jump down angrily, Jiu Jie was startled, and quickly grabbed him, "What are you going to do?"

"Let go of me, you big monk! I want to save him!" He Yunqing struggled desperately, "Yan Junyi! Yan Junyi!"

Jiu Jie grabbed his limbs with his big hands, stared at Tong Ling with big eyes, "Do you want to die, a scholar!"

He Yunqing couldn't break free, he just lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite.

"Ah!" Jiu Jie was in pain, and he couldn't control his strength to push him violently.

He Yun easily fell from a high altitude and just landed on a piece of gravel, but he didn't care about the pain to get up, and he also forgot to be timid, and jumped over a piece of gravel that had not yet fallen, shouting, "Yan Junyi!" , hold on!"

When he came to Yan Junyi, the other party knelt on one knee and supported his body, looked up at him with indescribable eyes, "Why did you come back?"

He Yun breathed a sigh of relief, Fang squatted down and looked at him, "I failed to save Zifei, I can't leave you behind!"

"..." Yan Junyi couldn't speak, the surroundings were still rapidly collapsing, and countless rubble fell into the dark abyss.

He Yunqing smiled suddenly, "Yan Junyi, it's actually not terrible to die with you."

"You..." Just as Yan Junyi was about to say something, he saw a huge piece of gravel was about to fall on him, so he immediately rushed to protect him.The hard stone hit him heavily, and he hummed softly enduring the pain.

"Yan Junyi, are you treating me..." He Yunqing was tightly protected by him, and he understood something vaguely.

"It's really a pair of idiots and men complaining about men. The love in this world is really deadly." Jiu Jie looked at this scene and sighed heavily.

It just happened that a part of the sky broke open, shining into the dazzling sunlight, and said in surprise, "It's the exit!"

But he looked back at the two snuggling together, fearing that it would be useless to fly over now, so he quickly took off the prayer beads around his neck and threw them over, shouting, "Yan Junyi, this is what you owe me." Yes, remember to come back and pay me back!"

The beads floated on Yan Junyi, emitting streaks of golden Buddha light, enveloping the two of them.

"Whether you can escape from Ascension depends on the good fortune of both of you!" Zhi Qianhe flapped his wings, and the moment he flew out of the exit, he quickly closed it, leaving Jiujie's last words in the darkness...