Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"……You finally came."

Song Changqing's body curled up in Song Qing's small arms, and the outstretched withered palms just touched Song Qing's small face, and they slipped weakly.

But only for a moment, he was satisfied:

"Warm, warm..."

He has lived in the Nine Nethers for many years, accompanied by the evil spirits.

Meng Fanglan looked like a human again, but in reality, the body was cold and not half the temperature.

At this time, he returned to Song Qing's small arms, even though Song Qing's small body was colder due to spiritual power attributes, for him, it was a long-lost temperature that belonged to humans.

"Fortunately you are here..." He could no longer hold it.

In Jiuyou, he has no idea of ​​time, only knowing that a long, long time has passed, and it has been so long that he is about to be unable to hold it.

"Do not--"

Seeing him being hugged by Song Qingxiao, Meng Fanglan let out a sharp anger.

"You are mine, you are mine!"

At this time, Meng Fanglan's eyes turned from black to red, and her body was full of ghosts.

At the gap between his arms, black energy gushed out and turned into two dark withered ghost claws, soaring to a length of one meter, grabbing to Song Changqing's Tianling Cover.

"Humph!"

In Song Qing's small cold snort, countless demon energy turned into black lines again, binding her, dragging her to lift her, and pulling her a few meters away from Song Changqing.

"No!!!" As soon as Meng Fanglan was pulled away, she let out a screaming howl:

"Nothing can separate us!"

In her screams, the red line in her heart that was cut off by Song Qingxiao seemed to be resuscitated again, squirming and conjoining with the red line connecting Song Changqing's heart.

"We want to stay together all the time!" Meng Fanglan's eyes were bleeding, and her mouth cursed.

In the voice of resentment, her limbs began to wither quickly, and the strength of her whole body seemed to flow to the heart.

The black and red evil light surged, and Meng Fanglan's scalp fell off, like a decayed tree bark.

"No one can separate us, we will unite eternal life."

As soon as the voice fell, her neck made a snapping sound, and her head fell back like a broken dead tree.

Her head and long hair fell down, and her limbs and torso quickly decayed and fragile, and were tightly bound by the black air, just like the body after being sucked dry. Softened by the wind,

Only where the heart connects to the red line, a small group of red and **** power remains.

The small group of power was in the shape of a skeleton, and the red light flickered, following the continued marriage line to flow into Song Changqing's body at a lightning speed.

"Hahahaha—"

Meng Fanglan's crazy laughter rang out:

"My reincarnation marriage with him will never cease--"

"No one can separate us—"

Song Changqing's eyes showed a panic, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the red thread that represents the marriage, and pulled it hard.

"what!"

He let out a faint scream.

Under this pull, the Venus flashed in front of him, and it was painful to the depths of his soul.

The red line agreement was a promise he personally promised back then. As soon as he entered Jiuyou and promised 10%, he could no longer regret it.

The red, weird skulls swim along the red line, more terrifying than evil spirits.

"Little Junior Sister, kill me..."

"kill me……"

He kept pulling red lines and couldn't help feeling desperate.

This ghost head is somewhat similar to the blood ghost Gu made by Meng Fanglan's refining of relatives, but it is obvious that the ghost head at this time is more terrifying than the blood ghost Gu back then.

Meng Fanglan is cruel, radical and insidious.

Knowing that he was desperate, in order to force Song Changqing to keep Song Changqing, he seemed to have given up fighting Song Qingxiao, and instead was immortal with him.

"If you can't escape, you will always be mine."

"mine!"

Among the red ghost heads, Meng Fanglan's happy but bitter laugh was heard.

"No one can separate us, and our souls are about to merge!"

This shining red skeleton ghost head was invincible, and it followed the red gas all the way, swallowing countless black gas trying to stop her wherever it went.

Things happened too fast, this evil spirit was acting extreme, and the distance between her and Song Changqing was too close, even if A Qiji shot quickly, but it only blocked the red light for a moment.

But Meng Fanglan's obsession was so strong that she broke through Ah Qi's blockade after a short while and slid in the direction of Song Changqing again.

"mother--"

A Qi shouted loudly, and Song Changqing also clenched Song Qing's small hand.

At this moment, Song Qing's pupils flickered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"I can separate you!"

She squeezed Zhutian in her hand, and slammed the red light skull that swiftly slid out:

"I will never allow you to defile my brother again!"

Her brother is noble and honest.

Treat your loved ones as heaven, and you must never be insulted by such a female ghost.

"benevolence!"

"Righteousness!"

"Road!"

"Germany!"

The moment she shouted the secret order, not only was the power of the two orders of'Benevolence' and'De' in her body being urged, even the power of the'Yi' order on the Taihao Tianshu was also slightly moved by her. Up.

The moment the word "Yi" was pried, it turned into infinite power and poured into her body.

"Hey!"

The secret curse turns into the power of extinguishing the dragon, blessing it into the heavens.

The soul of the golden dragon in the sword swam, and Xiao Jin, who had just received the inheritance of the same clan, appeared and twisted the body of Zhu Tian's sword into a half-dragon and half-sword embryo, slashing towards the red ghost head.

This sword didn't have any fancy, and there were no tricks, but she wanted to save the brother's heart.

A ghost that is full of resentment and persistence in his heart.

One wanted to save people, and wanted to protect Song Changqing, who had suffered so much.

Complaints and firm beliefs and commitments collide, and the two sides will not shrink from each other.

‘Om----’

The two forces collided, and with the roar of the golden dragon, the faith finally wrapped the resentment.

Within the red light, there are residual forces of'benevolence' and'de', which are in harmony with the sword energy.

"what!!!"

A desperate and unwilling scream came from the ghost head that was red as blood, and the red resentment light only resisted for a long time, before it burst into pieces.

The red light was cut, and the sword drove straight in.

A resentful spirit was wrapped in a red bead and wanted to rush out, but it was quickly glued to the strength of ‘benevolence’ and ‘de’.

The breath of the true dragon dissipated Meng Fanglan's resentful soul, and the long sword turned into a golden dragon, swimming back to Song Qingxiao's side.

I saw where the ghost head was originally, only a small round bead as big as a longan was floating in the air.

As the sword gas dissipated, a crack appeared in the bead, and it split into two.

This evil-doing female ghost, with unwillingness and despair, died in the hands of Song Qingxiao.

The ghost that had brought two terrible nightmares to Shen Zhuang, the breath quickly disappeared without a trace.

‘Crack—Crack—’

The corpse left by her shattered with the soul, and quickly became brittle and turned into a blue-grey color, unbearable to be constrained by the black energy.

The Silver Wolf that had destroyed the ghost tree turned back and jumped back, curiously stretched out a front paw and touched Meng Fanglan's head.

‘Crack—’

The broken head was unbearable for the silver wolf to pick it up and fell back. The limbs and body were shattered by the black air. When the wind blew, the remaining skin tissue fluttered in the air like black dandelions.

The scream of this evil female ghost was especially screaming, but the breath was already dissipating.

The threat that had been in the city of Shenzhuang for more than three hundred years was finally eliminated.

"Woooooo-"

Under the collapsed ground below, the remaining bones of the old Taoist priests who had not had time to bury, woke up like a nightmare, crying loudly.

One ghost after another flashed, and the faces of the pupae of those who were hung up by the black air were already shed with dark tears.

"Uuuuu..."

The cry of the ghosts is joy, joy, and relief.

They were male and female, saluting Song Qingxiao from a distance, turning their heads happily to look around.

As soon as Meng Fanglan's body was destroyed, and the soul scattered, the red thread that represented her reincarnation marriage with Song Changqing quickly withered.

Song Changqing, who was barely able to support before, turned to gray with her bones after she died, her head drooping, as if her breath was rapidly declining.

"Master!"

Song Qingxiao hugged him with one arm and grabbed it with the other hand. She grabbed the two blood beads that had been split in half.

This blood bead was formed by Meng Fanglan's life's efforts, gathering her grievances and cultivation in one bead.

At this time, the resentment had been dissipated, and the two beads that had been chopped off were like two drops of blood that were extremely pure, but with vigorous vitality.

No one could have imagined that this pure and pure thing would have been left behind by evil spirits like Meng Fanglan.

The vast vitality within the blood bead is the result of cultivation accumulated by Meng Fanglan after many years of murder, which is heart-pounding.

The blood in Song Qing's body also seemed to sense the attraction of the two halves of the blood bead, surging crazily, eager to swallow the blood bead.

She held it in her palm for a moment, then took half of it without hesitation and fed it into Song Changqing's mouth.

As soon as the blood beads entered Song Changqing's lips, they blended in silently.

Song Qingxiao fixed his eyes on Song Changqing's face.

As the blood drop entered his body, it seemed that an invisible halo melted away from his face and spread to all around him.

Within his body, the blood vessels and tendons resembling a dry riverbed were revived.

The flesh and blood grew rapidly, and the bent bones greedily sucked in the power as if they had ingested long-lost nutrients, then dispelled the yin qi and restored the original luster.

The long bones stretched out again, and the full flesh and blood propped up the collapsed skin.

The blackened and shrunken skin regained its luster, and all the hairs were grown.

His cheeks began to plump, and under the stimulus of vigorous vitality, his eyeballs slowly pushed his eyelids into an arc.

The fallen eyebrows and eyelashes re-growth, and the shrunken hair follicles on the shiny scalp are revived, and there are fine hairs, like spring buds after the rain, bursting out of the ground.

Suddenly, Song Changqing's body stretched and grew, and the whole body quickly stretched and heavier amid the sound of bones.

Song Qingxiao didn't dare to disturb him, staring at this scene firmly, holding his body and slowly falling down, until he finally sat in the ruins.

The huge Silver Wolf King's gaze swept across Song Changqing, and then as if he had heard some movement, his ears flicked and he turned his head subconsciously.

Two extremely weak auras broke in.

An embarrassed blue-shirted Taoist, carrying an old man with white beard and hair, panted heavily and stepped on the ruins, just to meet her gaze who had just turned his head.

The moment the Daoist in Qingshan saw her, his steps stopped and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

After the shock, shock, and disbelief flashed in his eyes, he seemed to be caught in a memory. Even the white-haired old man lying on his body was awake and raised his head tremblingly without noticing it.

"Qing Xiao...Qing Xiao..."

Qingxiao! He brought the older child with one hand, and he really promised to come.

Those familiar eyebrows seemed to have never lingered on her for more than ten years.

"Qing Xiao..."

The old Taoist had lost all his reactions, only the familiar face was reflected in his mind, calling her name back and forth, shaking all over.

He stretched out his hand, and for a moment he was in a daze, and he couldn't tell whether it was the Shenzhuang battle seventeen years ago or the reunion of the master and apprentice seventeen years later.

"Don't go...Don't go..."

"Go home with Master..."

"Qing Xiao..."

As soon as his trembling hand stretched out, he seemed to be afraid that everything in front of him was just an illusion before his death, just a dream, so he was halfway through and froze in the air again.

"Master can't wait any longer, Qing Xiao... I'm old and can't stand it anymore..."

In the eyes of the old Taoist priest, two lines of turbid tears slowly dripped out.

‘Patter. ’

Tears fell on the old man in the green shirt, and he seemed to be scorched by the thought contained in the tears, shaking his whole body, and soon his thoughts returned to reality.

"You, are you...little sister?"

He was a little hesitant, both hopeful and somewhat apprehensive.

Seventeen years later, he is already old.

When the second disciple entered the teacher's school, he was the oldest, but because the entry was later than Song Changqing, he ranked second among the disciples.

He is now in his fifties, nearly sixty.

During these years, he accompanied the old Taoist priests to conquer the bones of the dead, doing things for others, and his temperament was honest and gentle. He never complained much, but only listened to the old Taoist priests and kept working.

Although the old Taoist felt sorry for him, most of the time when he went to Shenzhuang, he walked alone, especially after the demonic energy leaked in recent years, he never took him with him.

But for many years of hard work, he is not very talented, and he still appears to be much older than his actual age.

In contrast, Song Qingxiao is still the same as before.

He originally thought he hadn't seen each other for so many years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he couldn't even remember what the little sister looked like.

Only the moment he met, the memories he thought he had forgotten a long time ago appeared in his heart clearly.

Compared with the two masters and apprentices, she has not changed at all, except for the changes in her eyes and temperament, just like she looked exactly the same when she first went down the mountain.

Like the old Taoist priest, he was afraid that this might be a beautiful dream just because the master and apprentice missed their relatives too much.

Even close to the hometown, afraid to take a step forward, afraid that if he goes further, the dream will be broken.

When Song Qingxiao returned to Shenzhuang, he thought about meeting with old Taoists countless times.

She returned to Shenzhuang, walked through the streets where she had walked with the old Taoist priests and others, thinking about how to rescue Song Changqing and how to see Master again.

With her current state of mind cultivation, there are actually very few thoughts that can interfere with her calmness.

But when she thinks of the old Taoist priest, she still feels a little anxious and a little uneasy.