No one expected that the flames would appear suddenly. The high priest's words just now were too natural and full of arrogance and self-esteem, which caused the red sleeves to look cold, the old man in the coffin was furious, and Master Lingyun's gaze turned cold. But they didn't intervene, and they wouldn't act rashly—because Wu Rong didn't order them, and they would never go past him.

The high priest sensed danger from Wu Rong's words, but he didn't have time to escape. Or rather, I didn't expect that besides a group of ice-cold female flames, there was also a group of dazzling hot golden-red flames appearing at the same time!

How could there be such a masculine and masculine flame in the ghost king's body? !

Even the high priest was shocked for a moment by this cognition-reversing scene, but when the eclipsing yin fire and the positive yang fire collided and ignited his phantom at the same time, the high priest's calm and proud expression was finally broken. The two strongest flames of yin and yang are burning, but they are not hostile to each other. On the contrary, there is me in you and you in me, which is as incredible as a flame burning on an iceberg.

"hiss-!"

The sound of gasping in pain was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the body of the high priest trembled slightly, rickety in the flames. There are circles of ripples like water waves on his phantom, as if they will shatter and dissipate at any moment, but the gaps are filled with yin and yang flames. The flame that was originally burning on the phantom actually burned his body thousands of miles away!

"You are not qualified to talk to me in detail."

Without looking at the struggling and twisted phantom in the flames, Wu Rong clenched his hands, and the flames surged upward like a sudden eruption, engulfing the high priest's body in an instant. No amount of struggle and resistance would help. The flame that could burn his soul mercilessly devoured his soul, until the flame burned out, and the phantom finally dissipated. This time, the disappearance was not the high priest's voluntary disappearance, but the death of the main body.

Easily defeating the terrifying enemy, even Master Ling Yun, who knew Wu Rong's strength, couldn't help holding his breath. The red-sleeved beautiful eyes sparkled like falling stars, and the old man in the coffin directly cheered. Wu Rong didn't smile, he walked to the place where Xu Ying had been standing, and a ghostly aura swept over him, rolling up a small piece of white bone and falling into his hand. Wu Rong sniffed at the end of her nose and shook her head slowly.

"Next time you meet the High Priest, destroy his mask as soon as possible."

Next time you meet the High Priest?

Master Lingyun and others heard what Wu Rong meant, the flames that burned his soul just now couldn't completely kill him! What kind of organization is the Holy Wedge Society? While everyone was awe-inspiring, a deep sense of hostility arose in their hearts. The two sides have formed a blood feud, and this kind of organization should be eradicated, so as not to leave any future troubles!

"I'm tired."

When they were thinking about where to start to get more information about the Holy Wedge Society, Wu Rong suddenly said in a low voice. His voice is actually very small, but it sounds like thunder in the ears of the person/ghost with the soul bond. Wu Rong also noticed this, although her face was expressionless, she pursed her lips, showing a slight sign of remorse. After all, he hasn't used the soul contract for a long time, and the ghost king Wu Rong's memory is like a revolving lantern, he has forgotten about it...

Master Lingyun and the others were so blown away by this sentence, Master Lingyun reflexively began to meditate on the true meaning of Wu Rong's short three words, and felt that this sentence was full of 'it's cold, let the holy wedge be destroyed ' means domineering cruel indifference. 'I'm tired' is that he doesn't want to do it himself anymore, but is going to leave it to them.

Master Lingyun analyzed clearly and logically, and he was very successful in persuading himself. Until he saw the coffin old man offering the sliding coffin graciously, and the red sleeves were more direct, shyly and timidly floated to Wu Rong's side, going to be his beauty pillow, he hesitated to speak, with the words "King, sit on me" written all over his face. I haven't turned around yet, I just subconsciously reached out to stop: "Wait!"

It's a pity that Master Lingyun was a step late in speaking, which indirectly caused the Old Man Coffin and the others to be hit by a shocking ghost at close range—they saw Fu Qing's figure appearing behind Wu Rong, and they hugged him very naturally.

Fu Qing?

Fu Qing? ? ?

Any ghost who sees the indifferent face of Chunyangzi Fu Qing suddenly appearing behind Wu Rong at close range will suffer from PTSD. Hongxiu reacted the fastest, and said anxiously: "Be careful, Wang!" Two sledgehammers appeared, throwing at Fu Qing desperately, trying to force him back. Wu Rong resisted the heavy hammer of resentment with one hand. The sledgehammer that could crack the coffin of the old man lost its strength lightly when it touched his hand, and any attack by the red sleeve under the soul contract could not hurt Wu Rong.

At the same time, Wu Rong grabbed Fu Qing's neckline and quickly sucked some yang energy from his mouth, instantly calming the restless Zhengyang fire. Just now Wu Rong used the Zhengyang fire to burn the body of the high priest through the fusion of yin and yang, but for the Zhengyang fire, it suddenly appeared in the underworld full of ghosts and resentment, so overcast that there was no yang energy at all, it was like putting Like throwing a cat into a fish tank.

Wu Rong's soul body has not yet fully recovered, and now he only appears as a pure ghost king soul body, and has not returned to his physical body. With the Yin-Yang Deed, it is very simple to suppress the Zhengyang Fire, just need to spend some extra power.

But he has Fu Qing by his side!

Only a little yang energy can suppress the positive yang fire, and it doesn't take much effort. Wu Rong, who is careful and careful, thinks there is nothing wrong with it. He also saw it, the yin and yang deeds were all signed, and it was not too late to kiss these few times.

Wu Rong looked at it very openly, but it was his turn that his subordinates couldn't see it. This is not the first time Master Lingyun has seen these two people kiss me in public. Although he still has a heart attack and can't breathe, he is still a little resistant. It is rare for him to give birth to the old man who is stupid. Be merciful, and grab the old bandage man and cover his eyes.

Hongxiu's soul disappeared in an instant, and then the phantom that barely gathered looked blankly at Wu Rong, at Fu Qing, then at the golden light on the corners of Wu Rong's lips, and at the Zhengyang fire happily dancing in the lower abdomen of his soul body.

Master Ling Yun who was standing beside her couldn't bear to look directly, as if he heard Hong Xiu's heartbroken voice.

Until Hongxiu calmly asked for instructions to go out and kill the grave beast, Wu Rong nodded in agreement, then turned and left quickly. If it wasn't for the fact that the soul body floated with the same hands and feet, and the sledgehammer in her hand dropped once when she walked halfway, she would not be able to see the shock in her heart just by that powerful and calm back.

Wu Rong, who has recovered his memory, of course knows Hongxiu's feelings for him, and he is the most infatuated, contradictory and full of attraction. Wu Rong knew that as long as he showed the slightest intention, Hongxiu would rush towards him like moths to a flame, so he would not give Hongxiu any hope. A straightforward refusal is the greatest respect for Hongxiu.

Then why didn't he directly reject Fu Qing?

Wu Rong leaned on Fu Qing, feeling a little tired, and suddenly thought of this question. Thinking about it carefully... It seems that Fu Qing didn't give him any hint of emotion at all?

Although the kiss is now kissed and the contract is concluded, there are legitimate reasons for all of this. Wu Rong knew very well that Fu Qing lacked a soul and had no normal emotions, so she never thought about it, and she didn't have any precautions against him.

But now seeing Fu Qing letting him lean on him, lowering his head very naturally, and feeding him Yang Qi again, Wu Rong raised his eyebrows, looked left and right against his face, and suddenly said:

"You know that kissing is something only lovers can do to each other."

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Although the high priest is no longer on the battlefield, the giant grave beast is still there. With a sledgehammer in his hand, Hongxiu brazenly hammered the giant grave beast, hammering one after another like venting, the force was so great that the ground shook, and the rumbling sound was endless. The people who were so frightened that they hadn't recovered from the shock of the ghost tide devouring the grave beasts were scared to the ground again.

So far, most of the ghost domain outside the safe zone has been turned into a cemetery, and there are still a lot of grave bugs inside, even in the safe zone. Some of the soldiers who escorted the crowd out were also infected. Now that the high priest disappeared, the ghostly aura suddenly became strong and made them restless, and it also made the soldiers who had almost forgotten the existence of the grave worms clearly feel the wriggling of foreign objects again.

"Hurry up, hurry up, speed up the time to retreat!"

On the edge of the safe zone, a young soldier who had just joined the army suddenly sneezed. He immediately realized what was happening, covered his mouth, gestured to his teammates, turned and left. With his back to the direction of the flow of people leaving, the little soldier walked heavily, feeling like a hopeless fish swimming upstream, not knowing where the end is.

Turning around, the direction he was facing was clearer and he could see demons dancing in the sky outside the safe zone. The endless tide of ghosts and sharp and piercing ghost howls accompanied by the tremor of the earth was like a doomsday chorus. No one knows how long they can live. After being stimulated too much, the nerves will become numb, and they will be slow to wait for the upcoming ending.

He would rather be killed by a ghost than be such a wimp as a slave to grave worms!

The little soldier walked far enough to a deserted street. He looked around, pulled out the pistol and gestured at his throat. I heard that people who are infected with grave worms will lose all sanity and become mobile sources of infection. The little soldier doesn't want to become like this.

The fear of death made him shiver, and then another. The little soldier was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that it was not due to psychological reasons, but something cold was close to his back, like someone grabbed snow and stuffed it into his collar in winter, and it chilled his heart! Sen Leng's chill invaded the little soldier's body from the back, and then left from the front. The little soldier was stiff, his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't believe it when he saw a pearl-colored ghost pass through his body.

Yes, it's a ghost! The little soldier shouted silently, like falling into an ice cave. Countless wild thoughts flashed through his brain in an instant, but the long-term military training allowed his body to reflexively draw a gun and aim at the ghost when his mind was confused.

Suddenly, the little soldier saw a black substance in the ghost's body from the scope. It is translucent throughout, and this thick black is particularly conspicuous. It has a pointed head and a round tail, the size of a melon seed, but there are several slender limbs like hair on the sides. Just looking at it, the little soldier felt his throat itchy, and couldn't help coughing twice.

The cough completely stunned him.

The grave worm in my throat... disappeared!

No, no, maybe it should be said that the grave worm in his body was taken away by this ghost!