Quiet Night Thought of Ancient Sword and Qi Tan

Countless fierce ghosts swarmed up, and there were no formed tricks or spells, just a group of mournful venom and crazy bites, besieging the crowd.

Murong Jing threw a few ghosts to see sorrow, and some weak ghosts dodged far away, but there were still many fierce ghosts howling and rushing forward.

Murong Jing was distraught by the wails of these ghosts, so she simply threw out a piece of blue sea ice.

Water spells are mostly healing and rarely aggressive. This is the group skill that Murong Jing can master. Although Murong Jing only used half of his power in order to preserve his mana, he doesn't have much skill in dealing with these spells. Lonely ghosts are more than enough.

Looking at the scattered ghosts, Murong Jing condescendingly looked down at Ye Chenxiang, who had a face full of bitterness and hatred: "How about it, be afraid!"

Ye Chenxiang just looked at Murong Jing and Fang Lansheng behind her with resentment: "You...you...Jin Lei!, you can't escape! I must kill you!!!!" Ghosts began to gather.

"People have their own ways, ghosts have their own ways. Once you enter the well of reincarnation, you will forget about your past life." Hongyu said coldly, "Why is the girl so obsessed? The grievances and grievances of the previous life are entangled in this life."

"So what if I'm obsessed with obsession?!" Ye Chenxiang yelled almost miserably, "How much I loved him when I was alive...how much I hated him when I died!! Both women...you don't understand! "

Hearing Ye Chenxiang's shrill and desperate screams, everyone was speechless for a moment.

"Love... Seriously, if Fang Lansheng is really that kind of person, I don't need you. I won't be the first to spare him." Murong Jing looked at Fang Lansheng who was sitting on the ground with an inexplicable expression: "But...he is not Jin Lei, he is Fang Lansheng. Jin Lei is a bastard. He destroyed everything with his own hands, so that you have to wander in the world. But the Fang Lansheng I know, he is not... Although he is very ignorant, self-absorbed, verbose and unflattering Very useless and very..."

The more Fang Lansheng listened, the more something went wrong: "Hey, hey!!"

Murong Jing glanced at him: "...Tch, although he has so many shortcomings, I can be sure that he is not a scumbag."

Fang Lansheng: "Although I know that you seem to be speaking for me, why can't I thank you?"

Ye Chenxiang and Murong Jing looked at him at the same time.

Fang Lansheng: "..."

"Crazy men complaining about women, what a good show! It's a pity that it's time to end!"

Everyone turned around after hearing the words, only to see a white jade fragment floating in the air, and Baili Tusu was shocked when he saw it—it was Yuheng!

"Oops!" Baili Tusu couldn't help shouting, and before he could stop it, he saw a dazzling white light emanating from the broken jade.

"Ah!!" Ye Chenxiang's ghost let out an extremely shrill scream.

Ghosts were crying all over the courtyard, and the wind was blowing suddenly.But in an instant, the souls of all the ghosts, together with Ye Chenxiang's ghost, were sucked into the jade horizontal, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Sapphire Altar?!" Seeing this, Fang Lansheng couldn't help rushing out and shouting, "It's you gangsters who are hurting people again!"

"Could it be that the little brother has also heard of my name?" A frivolous voice resounded in the air, but it was impossible to tell which direction it came from.

"Isn't this the trash around Elder Danzhi? I saw it in the Tengxian Cave before." Another voice continued.

"So it's them... It's really thanks to them that this female ghost has attracted so many resentful souls!"

"Yeah, I wanted to slowly break the seal of the villa, and the ghosts will come out. At that time, there will be not only old ghosts, but also fresh dead souls! This time, I saved a lot of trouble! I don't need to wait in this villa Running around inside and outside! Speaking of Yuheng, this is a fly in the ointment, and those who are farther away cannot absorb the soul."

Actually use this method to collect souls!Murong Jing could only feel the qi and blood rolling in her chest: "You bastards, get out quickly!"

Seeing Murong Jing's excited expression, Ling Yu stopped in front of her and said loudly: "I don't know who is so good, please show up and meet!"

Fang Lansheng was really angry: "You are so insane! Leave the pieces behind!"

"Daydream!" Yu Heng flashed in the air and disappeared.

"A few incompetent people!" The frivolous voice was filled with a smile, "After taking away so many souls, I should be able to return to the head of the sect, and the only thing left is to use the moon beads to reshape Yuheng."

"Junior brother! Don't talk too much!" The other person hastily stopped.

"Bright moon bead?" Hong Yu's ears were on the tip of her ear, and she repeated quietly, thoughtfully.

"I..." The Taoist priest who said it was also startled, but then became arrogant again, "Hmph! Could there be any troubles caused by these bastards?! Let's go, those brothers who went to Anlu expected it would be too late. It’s time to get things done.”

As soon as the words fell, there was a flash of light and mist, and Baili Tusu and others chased them out again, but they disappeared everywhere, and they couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Anlu? What the hell are you doing?!" Fang Lansheng yelled towards the place where they disappeared, but only heard his own voice echoing in the deserted villa.

asshole!Are any of them in Anlu?Murong Jing was short of breath, summoned Guanshui, stepped on the sword and rushed towards Anlu.

The art of controlling the sword is fleeting, and before Murong Jing set foot on Anlu, he saw some disciples of the Qingyu altar holding a few crying children and preparing to leave, and immediately became furious.It's nothing more than collecting the souls of the dead, but even children are not spared!

In a flash of thought, Duanshui flew from under his feet to the front of those Qingyu altar disciples. Murong Jing quickly drew a magic circle with both hands, chanting the mantra of the spell, and the spell shrouded the body of those Qingyu altar disciples. One of them The Qingyu altar disciple who was holding the child was far away from Murong Jing, and when he saw the magic attack, he ran away with all his strength, but when Murong Jing chased after him, he couldn't find any trace.

"Damn it!" Murong Jing said bitterly, so she cast all her anger on the arrested person: "What are you doing arresting the child! Where did the escaped guy go!"

The arrested Qingyu altar disciple saw that Murong Jing was dressed in white, her willow eyebrows stood erect, and her hair was disheveled. At first glance in the dark night, she looked exactly like the zombie beauty in Bishan, and she trembled in fright: "I... I was also ordered to do things... the altar owner... he said he was going to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and arrested some children as sacrifices..."

"Sacrifice?" Murong Jing slapped the sapphire altar disciple unconscious with a palm, imprisoned him with a magic circle, picked up the crying boy from his arms, and sent the boy back to Anlu. Jian was going back to Zixian Villa to join Baili Tusu and the others.

However, halfway through the flight, Murong Jing's very keen hearing seemed to hear a scream.

what happened?Murong Jing fell to the ground and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Has a faint smell of blood.

Murong Jing grew up in the mountains and forests and was very sensitive to the smell of blood. Following the smell of blood blowing in the wind, Murong Jing finally walked to the source of the blood.

It turned out to be two Qingyu altar disciples!

Murong Jing was shocked, and looked around vigilantly, but found no trace of anyone.

After touching the two people, their bodies were still warm. They had just died, and there was a wound on their necks, as if they were killed by a huge blunt weapon.

Who on earth killed these two people?

Murong Jing rested her chin and thought for a while, but she really couldn't come up with a clue. Just as she was about to leave, a gust of wind blew, which seemed to carry a slight aroma of wine.

liquor?Why does it smell like wine?Although it was only faint, Murong Jing could still distinguish the taste of the wine.

Murong Jing suppressed the doubts in her heart, and decided to go to Baili Tusu first to discuss.

"There is such a thing?" Everyone was furious when they heard what the green jade altar had done.

"Senior sister, Miss Hongyu just deduced that the people in the Qingyu altar should have gone to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, which is the same as the information you received. The most urgent thing is to rush to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang first to rescue the child who was taken away." Baili Tusu said.

"That's right, but... Where is the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor?" Murong Jing frowned.

"There have always been different opinions on the location of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, but I just don't know where to find it." Ling Yu couldn't help shaking his head.

"It's not difficult. Going to the northwest mountain, there is an entrance to a side hall, but the journey is quite long." Hongyu said.

"Sister Hongyu is amazing, she knows everything." Since the first time we met, Hongyu has helped everyone a lot, and she is familiar with ancient and modern times, Feng Qingxue almost adores her.

Hongyu just replied indifferently: "Live for a long time, that's the only benefit."

Ling Yu touched his nose, and muttered in a low voice, "How long has she lived?"

When Murong Jing heard this, she put her arms around her chest and gave him a sideways glance: "A woman's age should never be asked."

Ling Yu: "..."

"Really going to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor...to dig the graves of the dead?" Fang Lansheng hesitated, "This, this is disrespectful, it's not in line with etiquette, it's not in line with etiquette..."

"Hou'er is also kind-hearted. The fact of disturbing the dead is a big taboo for people. Now if you have to do it as a last resort, you should be in awe." Hongyu said aside.

Fang Lansheng scratched his head when he said this: "I am kind... I am not kind. In my previous life... that Jin Lei seems to be a very bad person. He lied to that girl and even killed her." Her whole family..."

Speaking of this, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his hair and shouted in a daze: "Could it be that Jin Lei is really my previous life? How could I be such a bad person!!"

"What, I'm just an idiot..." Xiangling pouted and said.

"Fang Lansheng is Fang Lansheng, and Jin Lei is Jin Lei." Baili Tusu's tone was low.

Fang Lansheng's heart didn't seem to let go of these words of comfort, "That female ghost..." He hesitated, "Anyway, I still want to see her again, although I haven't thought about what to say... ...If you take Yuheng back, can you still see it?"

Hongyu shook her head and said, "You have to try it before you know."

"Then try!" Fang Lansheng clenched his fists, full of fighting spirit.

"But...how are you going to get there?" Murong Jing felt worried again: "Ling Yu and I can each take one, but with so many people..."

"It's okay, just now, we have learned the soaring technique from the scroll left by Yin Qianshang. Although it is not as fast as Yujian, it is not inferior to it." Baili Tusu explained.

"The art of soaring?" Murong Jing scratched her head: "I feel like I've heard it somewhere... Forget it, since we can get there, let's go quickly."

"Wait... I... I still have some things I haven't met, just wait for me for a while!" Fang Lansheng smiled awkwardly.

Xiangling stomped her feet angrily: "You are so stupid! Xiangling will teach you!"

While Fang Lansheng was learning the art of soaring, Murong Jing called Baili Tusu aside and talked about the discovery of the bodies of the two Qingyu altar disciples.

"Is there anyone else involved?" Baili Tusu and Murong Jing looked at each other, "Let's wait and see what happens."