Predecessors all over the world

Lucheng in the south is vigorously engaged in the construction of war bases, and the sea of ​​bones in the north, Song Zhiqiu and Xing Weihong are still looking for the source of underground demonic energy.

The underground river channel is winding and twisting. Some places are spacious and can drive a carriage, while others can only barely pass by side and go back and forth, as if there is no end.

Although Xing Weihong is a ghost, she doesn't like such a place. If she didn't think she was leaving behind Song Zhiqiu and ran away, she wouldn't really want to stay for a moment.

Matsuyuki noticed her irritability and spoke, "How are you doing in the ghost world?"

"No," she said hard, "very annoying."

"Ah Hong." He put his hands on her shoulder and pressed hard, "Don't be irritated, say it in detail."

Xing Weihong hated him, but she trusted him without knowingly. She lowered her head and was silent for a while, and said dryly: "They don't accept me, and they always come to cause trouble for me. I can't practice swords with peace of mind."

Matsunoki silently translated the profound meaning of these words.

The Ghost Emperor made a mistake and first spread the rumors that he was about to die, which made the Ghost King of Hatsutsu Mountain be ready to move, but was caught and wiped out in one breath.

Then, he promoted Xing Weihong, who was the adopted daughter of the Sword King for no reason.

This seems to be comforting the King of Swords. If someone else is replaced, maybe it is true, but Ah Hong... Song Zhiqiu shook her head secretly and decided that she was just a target.

A ghost emperor used to attract targets from all forces in Hashizuka Mountain.

So the question is, why did the Ghost Emperor do this? Taking the opportunity to support his own people to the throne? That has no meaning. After the monk dies, there is still a line of reincarnation. If the ghost cultivator dies, it will be scattered. How will the descendants?

He has nothing to do with it.

The monks are most concerned about themselves.

Could it be that this is of any benefit to him?

Matsu Zhiqiu thought, and suddenly remembered what he saw when he first entered the ghost world.

At that time, he fell into the Soul-Food Valley and heard that the mansion of this mansion is good at feeding souls - this is similar to raising a pot, throwing many low-level ghosts into one place, burning them with strange fragrance, causing them to lose their minds and have a big appetite, only knowing that

Devour the same.

Although the ghost cultivators produced in this way have a high level, they have almost no combat power because they cannot integrate their strength. They are equivalent to delicious fat pigs, and they can increase their cultivation by eating them.

As the saying goes, if there is something above, the lower part will be even more. If there is no such atmosphere in Banzhun Mountain, will the dignified Duke really dare to build a soul-fooding valley openly?

"What are you thinking?" Xing Weihong was a little curious when she saw that he didn't speak.

Song Zhiqiu thought for a moment and said cautiously: "Don't go back to the ghost world in the short term."

She felt guilty: "Have I really got into trouble?"

"Although I have only a little understanding of the ghost world, the ghost gate has been open for a while and it is not a big deal." Song Zhiqiu said lightly, "It is common for two or three ghosts to enter the cultivation world, but maybe some chaos in the mortal world is going to be.

...The mortal world in Mozhou is probably not short of one or two little kids."

Xing Weihong was overjoyed: "Really?"

"You've been worried about this?" He glanced at her, "those who stopped you were worthy of attention."

Those ghost cultivators joined forces with the demon cultivators, and they didn't know how far the ghost world had been penetrated by the demon cultivators. If the underworld was also in chaos, there would be no peace in the three realms of Xizhou.

Qiuzhou is one of the four western continents, and it is impossible to stay out of trouble. If the demon cultivator comes to the ghost world again, Xianchun Villa may not have time to deal with it in time.

Song Zhiqiu's eyebrows were frowning, and his worries were even more serious.

Xing Weihong didn't think so much and looked up: "There are many people who want to kill me, but no one has succeeded yet."

The bull head was wrong, and Song Zhiqiu was both amused and laughed. He shook his head: "Forget it, let's talk to you about these things, let's go, we have to hurry up."

"Can't you use the movement technique?" Xing Weihong became a little more lively and dared to complain about him, "If you walk like this, your legs will be broken."

"First, you are floating, not walking. Second, the movement technique cannot determine whether there is danger. If you teleport to the core, even I cannot escape unscathed." He said lightly.

Xing Weihong fought too much guerrilla warfare, and his mind was also enlightened: "I can take you to the ghost world."

"What if there is a barrier?"

She was stuck.

"Come on." Song Zhiqiu led the way with lanterns.

Xing Weihong followed behind with his head down.

Three more days later, the demonic energy was so strong that it could block the light of the light.

In the autumn of the pine tree, I used the same trick again to urge the spirit plant to explore the way for me.

He is intimate with the spiritual plants and can see the scene they "see" - deep in the river channel, the demonic energy is so rich that it condenses into water droplets, filling the dry river channel. The black water flow is like a living aquatic monster, constantly

It was squirming and spreading, and deeper, there were indistinguishable murmurs.

Thump, thump, it has no breath, but a heartbeat.

What is this?

Xing Weihong stood beside him and felt the long-lost palpitations. The things inside were very powerful, but also very chaotic. With her strength, there might not be any way to eliminate them.

"Young owner..." She spoke uneasy.

Song Zhiqiu did not respond, and manipulated the spiritual plants to explore the surroundings. He "saw" many restrictions and runes hidden in the dark, all as small as fly feet, blocking the perception of the spiritual consciousness. If the stems and leaves of the spiritual plants were not subtle enough, I would be afraid.

Yes, I will miss it.

If you are so cautious, there will definitely be a lot of things.

Song Zhiqiu did not take action rashly, and thought for a moment, grabbed Xing Weihong: "Let's go, leave here first."

"Wait..." Before Xing Weihong finished speaking, he was pulled and teleported out of the ground.

The sun is exposed outside.

Xing Weihong stamped his foot: "What are you pulling me?"

"Let's go to Lucheng to see." Song Zhiqiu ignored her anger and thought, Mozhou was in such chaos, and he didn't know if Lucheng was still there. If the Taoist cultivation fire still exists, he would do his best.

If Mo Zhou is about to become a demon cultivator, it would be better for a hero to cut off his arm and stop the loss in time to leave this place.

Xing Weihong pursed her lips and wanted to leave, but considering that she had to face Yu Sheng when she returned to the ghost world, the blocked anger dissipated and grabbed his sleeve unhappily.

The journey from the sea of ​​burying bones in the north to the south is very long. It is inevitable that the apricot has not been able to fight against the enemy for a long time. When I saw a team of demon cultivators on the way, I rushed up to fight.

Song Zhiqiu couldn't stop her, so she could only let her go.

The two delayed for a while before they arrived in Lucheng.

This place has changed a lot.

There are multiple guard posts hidden in the trees. A series of formations are arranged between the guard posts, which is not difficult and can be cracked by the foundation-building monks. The wonder is that this formation is linked together, and if it is broken, it will cause it.

If you pass the serial reaction to the post, you will know that there is an enemy invasion.

Song Zhiqiu moved here and did not take such low-level formations to heart. When he approached Lucheng, he welcomed the murderous Gongsun Nishang.

"Who is the offender?" The Yuanying Sword Cultivator, who doesn't love red makeup and arms, swung his sword with his sword light.

Xing Weihong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she drew her sword to deal with it without thinking.

Song Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, but fortunately, he quickly recognized the famous pair of "Luhongyanzi" and said, "Misunderstanding, in Xiaxianchun Villa, Song Zhiqiu, is you a fellow Taoist Gongsun of Beidoutang?"

Xianchun Villa is transcendent, Gongsun Nishang didn't want to offend him, and his fighting spirit was extinguished as soon as he started: "It turned out to be Mr. Song, oh no, it should be the owner of Song Manor."

She planned to stop, but Xing Weihong became anxious: "You are very strong, fight me."

"Ah Hong." Song Zhiqiu said helplessly, "I'll ask fellow Taoist Gongsun to discuss with you later. Stop now, okay?"

Since Xing Weihong gave birth to the inner demon, he paid great attention to the tone of his speech to her, and asked less orders and more questions, but the effect was the same.

Xing Weihong regretfully stopped and decided to continue like this, so she left him and went back to the ghost world. At least there were people in the ghost world who wanted to fight with her, so she would not have to worry about not having any opponents.

However, her regret did not last long. As soon as she entered the city lord's mansion, she met her old friend.

"It's you!" Xing Weihong smiled happily, "You are here too."

Yin Miaomiao was also very surprised, and he didn't expect to see Xing Weihong: "Miss Xing'er, you are a monk."

"Yes, I have practiced the sword path." Xing Weihong was very happy, "I haven't given up on my cultivation, I did it, I am a monk-the young master also said that I am very awesome..."

Strangely, she obviously wanted to tell the only person who recognized her in the past, saying that she was very powerful now, but just wanted to show off, why... why can't she say it all the time?

Xing Weihong blinked her eyes and felt a little itchy on her face. She raised her hand and wiped it, and it turned out to be full of water.

Did she cry?

Why cry?

She didn't cry when she couldn't practice, she didn't cry when she died, she didn't cry when she was beaten to the point of being seriously injured, and she didn't cry when she was analyzed by the young owner of the manor.

Why do you cry when you show off proudly? Xing Weihong raised her head in confusion, at a loss.

"I saw it." Yin Miaomiao handed her a handkerchief and said with a smile, "Miss Xing'er, congratulations. Oh, I should call you fellow Taoist."

Xing Weihong took her veil, wiped her face casually, and burst into tears and smiled: "It's okay, the young owner asked me to call him a name, but I'm used to it and can't change it."

"That's different." Yin Miaomiao shook his head with a smile. Song Zhiqiu is the owner of Xianchun Villa. It's nothing wrong with this title, but "girl" is the title of concubine. It's not solemn enough, and I'm sorry to Xing.

After not having been persistent for so many years, "Do you have a name for it?"

Xing Weihong shook her head: "Otherwise, you can call me Ah Hong like the young owner."

"Okay." Yin Miaomiao responded.

After the greetings, she turned to the topic: "How do you two come here together?"

Song Zhiqiu said: "The demonic energy in Xizhou has changed."

Yin Miaomiao was stunned and then changed color.

Song Zhiqiu informed her of the discovery during this period and told her about the monsters under the sea of ​​burying bones: "Last time in the Dao Demon War, the demon cultivator had something called the 'magic tank', which was hidden

Accumulating thousands of years of magic power provides continuous support for the demon cultivators.”

Yin Miaomiao raised his eyebrows and brought his own blue bottle when fighting? The demon cultivator was indeed shameless.

"Do you think the thing under the sea of ​​bones is the magic tank?" she asked.

Matsuyuki said: "I'm afraid it's better."

Yin Miaomiao couldn't help but show a solemn look. He was pondering, but when he saw Xing Weihong open his mouth, he seemed to want to say something, he couldn't help but smile at her: "What do you want to say?"

"That thing has the breath of the ghost world." Xing Weihong threw out a thunder.

Song Zhiqiu frowned and thought: "Are you sure?"

"I originally wanted to confirm it again, but you didn't let me finish it." She raised her chin, held revenge and said honestly, "I can't say it now."

Gongsun Nishang was shocked when he heard this: "It's true that the ghost world is involved?" She looked at Xing Weihong and looked at her eyes. If she guessed correctly, the ghost cultivator in front of her should be the one who had disturbed Mozhou before.

It's human.

"It has nothing to do with me." Xing Weihong thought for a while and said, "I haven't heard of anyone forming an alliance with the demon cultivator. How good the fighting in the cultivation world is, it can't get us."

The truth is this truth, but from the demon cultivator who unexpectedly occupied Mozhou from the ghost world, the figures of the ghost world always appear as if they are present and vain, and no one can be suspicious.

However, at this time, Song Zhiqiu spoke unexpectedly again: "Is it the Huangquan?"

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