The female ghost only felt that her own grievances in the trance seemed to be vigorously stirred by an extraordinary force. Under that terrifying power, her grievances blocked in her body were almost unstable and almost detached. Out.

　　 She hung herself in the mulberry forest, her last bit of resentment was swallowed in her belly before her death. After death, her body became stiff and uncorrupted, and finally she slaughtered her blood relatives to prove her own'dao'.

　　 Since then, she has hidden in Shenzhuang, absorbed grievances and practiced, waiting for the opportunity wholeheartedly, and met Shen Zhening again.

　　 In the meantime, Shen Zhuang has been slaughtered twice. In addition to using the blood of these descendants of the Shen family to trace Shen Zhening's reincarnation and whereabouts using the Nine Nether Soul Entrapment method, he also used these blood souls for her own practice to strengthen her soul and bones.

　　 It can be said that her current spirit is so powerful that the so-called gods and demons in this world can hardly be her opponents.

　　 The most important thing is that her body and soul are one, and her power is infinite.

　　 Although Song Qingxiao's power is powerful, in Meng Fanglan's view, it is only a little bit stronger than the so-called monks who broke into Shenzhuang and wanted to do something in vain.

　　 Even after she showed a demon body and showed infinite power, it would be difficult to shake her body.

　　 Not to mention that she is bound by her own white silk, she shouldn't have such an ability.

　　 "What is this? What is this?"

　　 Her face was smashed, and she yelled in pain.

Although the demon soul in the Qing Ming Ling is not awakened, its body is made of unknown material, and it actually has a harmful effect on Meng Fanglan.

　　 The moment Song Qingxiao heard the magic sound piercing his ears, although the sea of ​​knowledge was extremely turbulent, there was an unusual feeling of joy in his heart.

　　 She is full of anger and will never give up.

　　 I didn't care about tearing the white silk that was still wrapped around my neck, reluctantly backhanded the thousands of strands of hair that had penetrated into my bone arm, and dragged it down.

"what……"

　　 In Meng Fanglan's scream, Song Qingxiao grabbed her hair to prevent her from fleeing, while grasping the Qing Ming Ling in his hand, he smashed her head and body indiscriminately.

　　‘Bah! Huh! Huh! ’

　　 After three hundred years of time, the body tempered with the souls and essence of hundreds of thousands of people, under the beating of the Qing Ming Ling, frequently broke.

　　 A large stream of black smoke poured out and turned into a series of innocent creatures that died in her hands, and was finally liberated.

　　 "I make you murderous, I make you kill!"

　　 Song Qingxiao beat and scolded:

　　 "Shen Zhuang has hundreds of thousands of innocent souls, just to wait for a man, you are more than guilty!"

　　 She didn't know how many hits she had beaten, anyway, Meng Fanglan's skull collapsed and she kept screaming.

　　 The corpse grasped under his hand was extremely hard, with a chilling aura. At this time, it was like a giant corpse worm, screaming and wriggling desperately.

　　 "Ahhhhhhh!"

　　 Every fall of Qing Ming's order is like torture to Meng Fanglan.

　　 She is dead, the Dharma body is completed, and logically speaking, she has already lost consciousness.

　　 But at this time, the pain of being beaten was piercing, and it made her feel uncomfortable, and she was scared.

In 　　 miserable howl, she began to shrink back.

　　 Song Qingxiao still wants to catch her, but only feels the white Ling Yi loose that binds her neck.

　　 Her body slid down quickly, grasping the ghost claws on her shoulders and arms - the cold bone claws were pulled out of her flesh and blood, causing a large stream of blood.

　　At the same time, the ghost claw waved in the air, and the long hair she was clutching was cut with a ‘chih-la’.

　　 The moment the black hair broke, the long, cold hair in her palm instantly turned into black smoke, slipping away from her fingers.

　　 Lost the borrowing thing, her body went straight down, and the palm she waved out was empty.

　　 Taking advantage of the gap of whereabouts, Song Qingxiao saw the red light reflected in the red light, and Meng Fanglan's body was retreating back from the tree at an extremely fast speed.

　　In an instant, before she fell, the female ghost's body had been retracted into the tree pole, revealing a head that had been smashed and deformed.

　　 A pair of spiteful eyes looked at her coldly through the gap between the ends of the hair, with a deep sense of resentment.

　　 But soon, her figure sank into the treetops and disappeared without a trace.

　　 At the same time, the red light flashed and disappeared, and the bizarre big tree appeared as Meng Fanglan dodged and disappeared.

　　 It's just the surging ghosts all around, but it's not half of it. Song Qingxiao has no time to find out where Meng Fanglan is hiding.

　　Because of the Bone Mountain above the ground, under those ghosts like black lines, all the bones are connected together, forming an extremely huge skeleton!

　　 As soon as the giant skeleton appeared, it immediately changed the color of the situation!

　　 "Woo..."

　　Countless remnants of souls were forcibly locked on the bones, unable to break free, and let out a desperate and painful cry.

　　 And those silky ghosts that shuttle between the bones sealed these remnants, like the most evil and poisonous thing in the world, controlling this incomparable white skeleton to stand up!

　　‘Boom——Boom boom——’

　　 The bones stood there, and some of the remnants of the top of the tomb were torn apart, and the cracks on the ground seemed to be larger than before.

　　 An unspeakable pressure appeared in everyone's heart, causing everyone to look at such a terrifying behemoth and tremble helplessly.

　　 "Woohoo!"

　　 Tens of thousands of grieving souls wailed, the white bone had already raised its giant palm, and slapped it down at the old Taoist priest and others in the middle.

　　 When Song Qing Xiao saw this scene, he immediately turned around and swooped in the direction where Song Changqing and others were.

　　 But just as he moved, he heard a faint woman humming.

　　In a flash of red light, not far behind her, a tree shadow flashed.

　　 Where the shadow of the tree was, that Bai Ling, as if being summoned, brought Song Qing's small figure closer to the canopy.

　　 The sound of the wind whizzed, the yin air rolled, and the giant skeleton made up of bones raised their fists.

　　 "Zhu Tian!"

　　 Song Qingxiao's heart moved, the little golden dragon soul who turned into a dragon and entrenched beside the old Taoist priests heard her call, and immediately turned into a flying sword, and flew out with a sword in the direction of the red light.

　　 The sword body turned into a golden dragon, and it collided with that Bai Ling.

　　 The black energy and the golden light reflected each other, but thanks to the grievance of the Nine You Ghost King, after Zhu Tian was slashed out with a single sword, he was not as omnipotent as before.

　　 The black air on the white silk envelops the golden glow, and the swaying sound of the cloth ‘crashes’ entangles the golden dragon.

　　 The long dragon let out a clear chant of the crypt, and then turned into the sound of Jin Ge handover.

　　 When the golden dragon took off, the silk screen marks were cracked on the white silk, and the two sides formed a tendency to hold each other, as if it was difficult to suppress each other.

　　 This is very strange to Song Qingxiao!

　　 Forged from Zhutian, after injecting dragon soul into Xuantian-level spirit treasure, Zhutian sword is extremely powerful and can hurt people across borders.

　　 At this time, Meng Fanglan was able to rely on her own resentment power to contend with the dragon-shaped Zhutian, which shows that the ghost's power is unfathomable.

　　 It was just by this force of the Heaven's block that Song Qingxiao got rid of Bai Ling's control temporarily, and flew over the body of the old Taoist priest and others.

　　 Facing the big bone palm that fell from the fist, he clenched his hand into a fist and punched it out forcefully.

"what……"

"Do not……"

　　 The old Taoist priests and others all screamed in panic when they saw this scene.

　　 Compared with the giant bone monsters composed of tens of thousands of skeletons here, Song Qing's figure is incredibly small.

　　 The palm of the bone fell, and the momentum could almost shake the sky and the earth, holding the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, there was a great posture of slapped her with a palm.

　　 The gust of wind blew ‘woo woo’, almost tearing her apart.

　　 But in the exclamation of the old Taoist priests and others, the spiritual power in the shadow of the fist that Song Qingxiao struck out turned into a halo and spread, like a shadow of a spear tip.

　　 I saw that the halo transformed by the spiritual power quickly enlarged, and instantly turned into a pillarless ‘light umbrella’ shape, greeted the split bone palm.

　　 "Hey!"

　　Under the blessing of the power of extinguishing the dragon, the ‘light umbrella’ transformed by the spiritual power greeted the body of the bone palm.

　　 ‘Boom----’

　　 The two forces collided, and the souls among the bones wailed in pain after being hit hard.

　　 Ten thousand souls screamed together, forming a loud groan that shook the souls.

　　‘Ticketaca——’

　　 The sleepy ghost gu with the bones only lasted for half a second under this power, before it shattered every inch.

　　 Without the blessings of the ghost gu that resembled the black silk, the bone palm that had just formed quickly collapsed.

　　 A lot of bones fell like hail.

　　The power of the Dragon Slaying Power did not stop, and it drove straight along the broken palm, turning into a storm of power to invade the entire body of the giant bone.

　　 With the screams of the dead soul that was forcibly locked in this bone, this huge monster fell apart in a moment!

　　 "What kind of power is this?"

　　 All those who saw this scene unanimously had such a question in their hearts.

　　 The bone monsters shattered, and without the containment of ghosts, a large number of bones fell to the ground like snow.

　　 "I underestimated you..."

　　 When the bone monster shattered, Meng Fanglan's gloomy voice rang.

　　‘Wow! ’

　　 In the southwest corner, a red light was lit and the shadow of a mulberry tree appeared.

　　 With the appearance of the mulberry tree shadow, the white silk on Song Qing's neck tightened.

　　 The two red lights looked at each other, and Bai Ling on both sides hung her high in the mid-air position.

　　 But this is just the beginning.

　　‘Swish swish-’

　　 Next, east and north—red lights light up in every direction.

　　 With every red light, the white silk on Song Qing's neck will be thicker, making her tighter.

　　 Gradually, there were more and more red lights, and more and more mulberry tree shadows, instantly forming a huge mulberry forest.

　　The lights and shadows flickered, and the shadows of the trees flickered, making it hard to count how many mulberry trees there are.

　　 "Thousand ghosts travel!"

　　 Meng Fanglan's bitter and painful hissing, the shadows of ghost pupae appeared on the mulberry trees.

　　 "Yes, it's my wife and children!"

　　 Within the star array below, a man yelled.

　　 The ghosts in these mulberry forests are the unjust souls who died under the ghost of Meng Fanglan.

　　 They were tortured by ghosts in their lifetimes, and their spirits couldn't get rid of them after death. They turned into her ghosts. At her mercy, they had long lost their minds, and the six relatives did not recognize them.

　　 At this time, these ghosts looked extremely crippled, their bodies turned into silkworm chrysalis-like shapes, and most of their heads were wrapped inside, revealing only a black face entangling, barely recognizing their original appearance.

　　 Their deaths are miserable, and their grievances are very deep. Once they climbed out of the mulberry forest, they didn't know how to be afraid and went forward.

　　 Yin is lingering, ghosts and monsters grow wild.

　　 In every mulberry tree, there are one or more Meng Fanglan's corpses crawling along.

　　 Her face was smashed by Qing Mingling, and her head was also deformed.

　　 A large amount of black, I don't know whether it is corpse marrow or evil spirit, thick as pitch, dripping down her black hair covering her face.

　　 Every time a drop falls, there is a breath of suffocating rancidity.

　　 Humans are unsteady when smelling this smell, but ghosts are extremely excited when smelling this smell.

　　The power of ten thousand ghosts rampant is extraordinary, and the yin air cover is pressed down, and Song Qing is like a worm stuck in the center by a densely woven spider web.

　　 Under the action of Bai Ling, her spiritual knowledge and spiritual power are limited.

　　 The female ghost who was completely angered at this time seemed to have revealed all her strength, and completely suppressed her.

　　 She struggled desperately, and she made a loud and harsh air current between her long tail lashes.

　　 "I want to **** up your soul and flesh, and turn you into my walking corpse puppet, to witness my agreement with Shen Zhuang!"

　　 "Hey hey..."

　　 Every Meng Fanglan sneered in unison, climbing closer and closer.

　　 "Evergreen, you hump me up, I lifted the small body."

Among the crowd below 　　, the old Taoist priest saw Song Qingxiao's face change rapidly, and he was already dead and anxious under the tight restraint of Bai Ling.

　　 This Bai Ling is weird, and it must be difficult to cut with his strength.

　　 But he didn't want to watch his apprentice die, so even if he knew he couldn't help much, he still wanted to do his best.

　　 "I cannot do my best..."

　　 Meng Fanglan hummed:

　　 "Solve you first."

　　 The red light suddenly flourished, and every mulberry tree in the light seemed to rise several feet high.

　　 Bai Ling's power is also more exuberant.

　　 I saw countless black threads hanging down from the white silk, stabbing the survivors below.

　　 At this moment, Song Qingxiao held the Qing Ming Ling and slapped the white silk.

　　 This time, I don’t know if it was because of Meng Fanglan’s body that she was fighting, or Qing Ming made the body’s demon soul unawakened.

　　 It didn't make much difference between her slaps, the white silk still tightened tighter and tighter.

　　 Bai Ling was pinched tightly, and her spirit seemed to be squeezed out of the body.

　　 This is not so good for her.

　　 Among her spirits, there is another Su Wu remnant soul who covets her body.

　　 If Bai Ling squeezed her soul away, Su Wu could take control of her body.

　　 Song Qingxiao's heart alarm bells loudly, and he secretly scolds Qing Mingling for still not waking up at this moment.

　　 Although she said that she was dangerous, but she didn't end up in the real mountains and rivers.

　　 At the time of life and death, Young Song Qing, the young general Qing Ming Ling, took in, guarded his mind, and yelled:

　　 "East Qin has no me——!"

　　 Every word she said was extremely laborious, her soul was suppressed, her eyes swelled and sore violently.

　　 "When will you wait?"

　　 Song Qingxiao is not sure about the mission of Dong Qin Wumei. This mission seems to have infinite possibilities, and the faction of Dong Qin Wumei is inseparable.

　　 But according to the clues she has so far, since the old Taoist priest had an appointment with him, he said that he will return to this place after a hundred years to solve the difficulties in Shenzhuang-Song Qingxiao guessed that his task might be incompatible with the female ghost.

　　 Although she is not fully sure~lightnovelpub.net~ but at this time, even if there are only two guesses, she also shouted with all her strength:

　　 "The power of this ghost is amazing. If I die, you may not be able to truly surrender her. It is better for us to join hands to meet the enemy!"

　　 As soon as her voice fell, ghosts and Meng Fanglan's sharp laughter were heard all around, and the old Taoist priests and Song Changqing struggled to resist the ghosts hanging on the white silk, all of which were heard in her ears.

　　 Did you guess wrong?

　　 The letterless letter from the old Taoist priest was not passed on to this person?

　　 As soon as this thought came out, Song Qingxiao heard someone say:

"There are always people who better than you!"

　　 The voice was as clear as water, and the words seemed to contain supreme mana.

　　 As the voice sounded, the power that bound Song Qing's little Bai Ling seemed to be under invisible restraint, stagnating for a while.

"Do unto others, do not impose on others!"

　　 Under the gentle voice of the man, I saw that the swept Bai Ling rolled back from her neck with a ‘swish’, and ‘boomed’ towards every Meng Fanglan’s neck.

　　 "How do you know I'm here?"

　　

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