Estranged

People have three souls and seven souls. There are many people who die in the world, and many people die unjustly. After many people die, a sense of resentment persists, and their souls refuse to die. After a while, it will naturally become a ghost. People have human nature, ghosts have their own ways, not all ghosts can cause harm to people, but they have deep grievances, after many years of practice, after becoming a ghost, even ordinary monks will have a headache when they encounter it. And the resentful ghosts are no longer willing to confine themselves to the category of "the head of the grievance and the owner of the debt". They hate everyone in the world, and will take revenge if they are slightly unsatisfactory, implicating innocent people.

Among the fierce ghosts, those who have not been transcended for thousands of years, gather the evil energy of heaven and earth in one body, drive away the soul and control the soul, neither live nor die.

The cultivation methods of ghost cultivators are different from those of ordinary monks, and also different from monsters. They cannot be judged by low or high levels, but the strength of ghost king Linghuyou, as a human monk, is enough to surpass the master and is unfathomable.

His fingernails are long and slender, leaving five streaks of black air with a single stroke in mid-air. If these black air stay on the skin, it will eat away the skin and imprison it, and damage the cultivation of spiritual power.

Chang Ming swung his sword and slashed at the black air, which turned into powder in the sword light and disappeared invisible.

The ghost king's offensive was extremely fierce, and there was no room for maneuver to react. Zhang Zhang froze on the spot and reacted a little slowly, almost being affected by the black air. Fortunately, He Qingmo arrived in time and pushed him aside.

"Senior, I'll help you!"

He moved his long sword with Qi, and the purple glow, following the sword master's mind, rushed towards the ghost king.

The sword's edge is like thunder, the sword's light is like the sun, and the brilliant light is unstoppable!

The ghost king's whole body was instantly enveloped by the sword light, making it almost invisible.

But He Qingmo only heard a sneer.

"No, self, quantity, force!"

His smile is also different from that of a living person, it is gloomy, like the rain on a clear day, and the lingering chill makes one unable to help but shudder from the bottom of his heart.

He Qingmo even felt that this laughter had an invisible magic power, and it would unknowingly draw his mind to the direction the other party wanted.

The hand that drew the sword and squeezed the formula trembled slightly.

It was this trembling!

The sword light disappeared suddenly, and the ghost king's figure also disappeared in front of his eyes. Before He Qingmo turned his head to take a closer look, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, almost the whole arm was about to be removed.

He was horrified, the more he wanted to resist and struggle, the more he couldn't use his arm, and he couldn't even use his sword, no matter how he summoned him, he couldn't come back.

The force of grabbing the arm was getting stronger and stronger. He Qingmo was so painful that he could hardly speak, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

Suddenly, the pressure on his arms was released, and he staggered back suddenly, being supported by He Xiyun.

"Fellow Daoist He, how are you doing!"

"I…"

fine…

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

The arm can still move, but every time it moves, it will cause great pain. This kind of pain even surpasses the pain level of the arm being cut off. Some people have the eight characters beyond the sky.

The strength of this ghost king can be described as a deep pool of ice, and it is impossible to know the details!

It is naturally Chang Ming who solves his predicament.

The Sifei sword was in his hand like an arm and finger, invincible. The ghost king was quite afraid of the sword light, so he let go of He Qingmo immediately.

The two fought close again, and the ghost king's figure was almost integrated with the surrounding environment, and his movements were so light and erratic that people couldn't see clearly.

Chang Ming couldn't see clearly either.

He relies on "sense of smell" to identify.

Because ghosts also have smells.

"What are you looking for?"

There was a light laugh, and there seemed to be a light breath spraying on Changming's ears.

The black shadow passed by in a flash, and the sword cut through the air.

"I'm looking for you." Chang Ming said.

"Aren't I right here?" Ghost King chuckled, his voice flickering from far away to near.

When it's close, it's like sticking to his body, and when it's far away, it's like being in the sky.

"I don't know yet, what's your name?"

Chang Ming's wrist moved slightly, Si Feijian went away in response, and the black air exploded in all directions, but it was only the ghost king's phantom.

"My name is Jiufang Changming."

"Jiufang, Changming? This name is very interesting, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

"Where did you hear that?"

"I don't remember. I know too many things. I always have to forget some things. I can't remember them. But I like you very much. Why don't you stay and I let them go."

"Where is this place?"

"Wan Gui Cave, Gentle Township, wherever you think it is, that's where it is."

"I'm not a ghost, how can I stay?"

"In this case, if you become a ghost, can you stay? I'll help you."

The black light slowly condensed into a sword shape, and with a gentle and lingering voice, it slashed towards his neck.

Chang Ming slashed back, but was blocked by the invisible ghost energy behind him, and the ghost sword in front of him was relentless and entangled him.

"Renrouxiang is a good name, but unfortunately you can't find your lover, do you need me to help you?"

Chang Ming smiled slightly, formed seals and made a formula, a golden light popped out, the ghost energy behind him collapsed, and the ghost sword in front of him was blocked by the Sifei sword and split open like a broken bamboo.

But this is the territory of the ghost king, as long as they are here, they will always be led away by each other.

The ghost energy will slowly penetrate into their bodies, affect their minds, corrode their cultivation, and finally—

Make them part of this place.

He Xiyun gradually felt a deeper fear, and she even regretted that she responded to Zhang Zhang's call for help, dragging Chang Ming and He Qingmo into this ghost place.

A chill came from behind him, He Xiyun turned around and drew out his sword, and saw the girl in red with blood and tears streaming down her face, rushing towards her ferociously, her figure was transparent, she was not afraid of her sword energy at all, and she grabbed He Xiyun's head with sharp nails!

He Xiyun's heart skipped a beat, he didn't have time to react, he was about to be caught straight, He Qingmo slashed down with his sword, the sword was powerful, but the girl in red was scared this time, and she backed away abruptly, as if fearful.

He Qingmo drew his sword again, and He Xiyun could see it clearly now. His sword energy contained a golden light, which was thicker and fiercer than his own. Naturally, his spiritual power was much more mellow. The two people's cultivation bases were originally at different levels. He Qingmo was not afraid of He Xiyun, which meant that He Xiyun's cultivation level was too low to be considered by the other party.

Forcing back a ghost is not enough to save their current crisis.

The ghostly aura was approaching from all directions, one hand stretched out from the ground, slowly and silently climbed towards He Xiyun's ankle.

And she, unaware, just stared around.

"I can help you, go back to your memory and find the person you were looking for."

Changming said to the ghost king, between the two, they wanted to put each other to death with every move, but the ghost king's voice was gentle, and Changming was not in a hurry. If it weren't for the ghost crying and killing everywhere, the two seemed like they hadn't seen each other for many years. Old friends are average.

The ghost king was surprised by Chang Ming's strength, knowing that he would not be able to win quickly, so he slowed down and continued to deal with him.

"I don't remember her."

In the memory, it seems that there really is such a person, vague, but too long ago, even the unforgettable feeling of him has faded away with the passage of time, and his heart has become calm.

No, how could a ghost have a heart?

A man has a heart, and his heart...

The ghost king's eyes fell on Chang Ming who was not far away, his eyes moved down from the other side, and stopped at his heart.

"Can you show me your heart?"

He wanted to dig it out to see if it was hot and blood red.

It's been a long time since I've eaten a live human heart.

He has seen many hearts dug out from living people, beating, still bloody, steaming hot, but the taste of those hearts is not very good, and then he gradually doesn't like it, now seeing Chang Ming , On the contrary, the long-lost desire was hooked out again.

"The person you like is a human or a ghost?"

"It seems to be a person. But after so long, it should have become a ghost long ago."

"what is her name?"

name…

The ghost king was in a daze for a moment when he saw the smiling eyes and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

It seems that there is also a Ming character in her name.

That's right, what's her name, the last word is her nickname.

She likes to call her by her nickname very much, but he doesn't like it, he always wants to make her angry.

later-

The ghost king suddenly became angry, raised his sleeves and waved away, all five ghosts came out and rushed towards Changming!

However, Changming had disappeared in place, leaving only a humanoid puppet, and the five ghosts rushed to nothing, but regarded the puppet as the real Jiufang Changming, and tore it into pieces.

One after another, puppets appeared around the five ghosts. Just a little teasing would make them go crazy and kill each other.

Ghosts are different from puppets in that they have their own consciousness and are different from humans and demons. Those ghosts with a little spirituality can also become ghost cultivators after years of training, and the ghost king is naturally the most powerful ghost cultivator.

But the five ghosts released by him, although their attack power is amazing, at best, they are just a few remnants of resentment, not enough to form their own complete consciousness.

"You like her very much and want to remember her very much, but you still forget her."

Chang Ming's voice suddenly sounded from behind, full of bewitching intent.

The ghost king suddenly turned around and grabbed it!

Chang Ming disappeared in place.

The art of transforming objects into gods!

The spiritual power came from behind like a stormy wave, the ghost king was caught off guard, his body was restrained by several strands of spiritual power, and Chang Ming's hand directly covered his neck.

The two were so close that the tip of each other's nose almost pressed against the ghost king's face, the ghost king didn't have time to restrain his expression, and there was even a residual shock.

"You like this, how can you say you like me? Linghuyou, do you think I'm interested in you?"

The ghost king squinted his eyes, and struck out swiftly like lightning, bent his fingers into claws, and reached for the opponent's heart!

Another catch!

"Think about it, what is her name?"

what is it call?

What is her name?

If Xu Jingxian were here, he would be surprised to find that Chang Ming actually used the magic voice of the demon door.

But Chang Ming had been in the Demon Sect before, and he learned from others' strengths. There are almost no cultivation techniques and heart formulas in the world that he does not know.

Many sects that seem irrelevant to others, in his view, they lead to the same goal by different routes, and they are always the same.

Moreover, Chang Ming's Dementor Demon Voice is obviously more skillful than most people in the Demon Sect.

In his eyes, there is no difference between good and evil, only useful or not.

Everything in the world is like this.

The depth is ups and downs, and the distance is erratic, like a bell like jade, like Lu like the wind.

This kind of magic sound shook people's hearts, and even the ghost king could not help being affected.

"Her name is Minghui."