"This is the road to heaven, where the ancestors show their spirits and bless us..."

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist could not help shouting with joy.

When the others heard him, they all smiled.

But only Dong Qin Wuwo and Song Qingxiao looked at each other and showed a cautious look at the same time.

As the old Taoist said, Song Qingxiao seized the ‘shi’ that originally belonged to the Jiuyou Ghost King, causing the ghosts who had obeyed Meng Fanglan’s orders to rebel and attack her.

Even Song Qingxiao's previous behavior to hurt Meng Fanglan with these spirit resentments gave the old Taoist priests great confidence.

So when I see the ghost backlash, I think there is a ray of life.

But Song Qingxiao sensed that even though Meng Fanglan was under siege at this time, the evil spirit here did not dissipate, instead it turned into a black whirlwind, spinning around the underground tombs endlessly.

"Shen Lang——Shen Lang——"

Meng Fanglan's wailing can't help coming from the black whirlwind, one louder than one louder, and one louder than another!

At the back, the voice became more and more piercing and sharp, turning into a grieving shout:

"——Shen Lang!!!"

This sound was like a sharp spear, instantly tearing the black cloud turned into by the undead.

The cry of countless ghosts stopped abruptly.

Meng Fanglan's body was held up by the black cloud, and her hair soared, swooshing away, like dense algae floating in the sea.

The end of every strand of black hair penetrated the body of an undead.

These undead pierced by black hair screamed deafeningly.

The soul breath in the body of the undead who was restrained by her was sucked up by the black air and turned into resentment into her body.

Meng Fanglan's breath soared every time he sucked up the power of an undead.

A suffocating aura spread, and the undead who had begun to rebel under the influence of Song Qingxiao finally began to feel fear.

They scrambled to flee around, but found that they couldn't escape the black air barrier at all, and they couldn't escape the fate swallowed by Meng Fanglan.

The wind was lingering, and the blatant black hair was inserted into the bodies of these undead souls.

Within a moment of effort, all the ghosts here were forcibly swallowed by her one by one.

The wind stopped, and the underground tombs finally couldn't hear the cry of the undead.

Meng Fanglan's body was floating in the air, and the black energy that spread out in the air quickly retracted, turned into long hair, and fell to her side and the door.

Nourished by the black qi, her bones that had been interrupted by Song Qingxiao made a continuation sound of ‘Kaka’.

A pair of black withered claws came out of her dark red wide sleeves, and as the black energy dissipated, the cracked skin on the surface melted away, revealing the crystal clear white fingers inside.

"In the rumor, in the realm of evil spirits, the stiff corpse can become soft again, like a dead tree regenerating—"

The veteran Taoist who had witnessed this magical scene murmured to himself when he saw this scene.

"It turned out to be true... it turned out to be true..."

...

After absorbing the ghosts and wraiths, Meng Fanglan finally truly stepped into the realm of evil spirits.

Her damaged body began to recover, and the withered skin on her body grew crystal clear and white texture.

If it weren't for her, she would still hide her face in disorderly hair, and she wouldn't even be able to see that she was still a grieving dead person.

At this time, her aura was no longer the same as the previous resentment, but it gave people the feeling that it was a hundred times more dangerous than before.

The voice of the old Taoist rang out in the underground tombs, and Meng Fanglan had slowly raised her hand, tying it up around her neck, and tore off the torn white silk.

As soon as Bai Ling fell into her hands, she immediately turned into black energy and disappeared.

Then she reached out and wiped her hair.

The black hair with the drape was pulled a little away by her, revealing her face that was as dark as a ghost.

She looked at Song Qingxiao coldly with her eyes through the hair, her mouth was opened, and it seemed to be stuffed with unknown things.

After being promoted to the evil spirit, she can turn the decay into a new life, but there is no way to erase the mark that the Meng family once put on her.

Whether it's covered black hair, darkened cheeks, or mouth full of chaff, it is proof that Meng's hated her back then.

An indescribable gloom flashed in Meng Fanglan's eyes, and then the red shadow disappeared in place.

"bad!"

When Song Qingxiao saw her disappearing, he whispered not well.

At this moment, Meng Fanglan's aura was restrained, but a chill came from the soles of her feet, rushing to the limbs.

‘Boom Rumble—’

The ground trembled again, cracks were torn out, and the roots of giant trees with intricate roots were drilled out.

A pitch-black mulberry tree rose from the direction where Meng Fanglan had previously disappeared, reaching a height of more than ten meters.

"You will die here!"

The woman's hoarse voice rang in Song Qingxiao's ear, like a curse.

Song Qingxiao's heart sank. Before he even made a move, he grabbed the invisible air with one hand, plunged into her divine realm, directly grabbed her arm, and forcefully pulled her from the divine realm. Get out.

The power of this hand is amazing, and she has no power to resist.

"Qing Xiao——"

"Junior Sister!"

Amid the exclamation of the old Taoist priests and others, Meng Fanglan reached out her hand and pressed it carefully towards Song Qing.

This palm seems unremarkable, but it carries endless murderous intent.

Song Qingxiao subconsciously held the sword across his side, and the plain white finger pressed Zhutian tightly, pressing down on her internal organs.

The scale armor that was born was torn by the white palms of the fingers, and the sharp long armor pierced her tyrannical body to stop it, and pierced into it.

The bone cracked between her grasps.

Between the severe pain, a trace of ghost energy penetrated into her lungs and echoed with the ghost gu on her leg.

Song Qing's little soul was almost dissipated by this ghost aura. At a critical juncture, she took a breath and reluctantly swung her long sword.

Within Zhutian, the golden dragon flashed and screamed.

A golden glow appeared on the surface of the sword light, and Meng Fanglan's palm was split with a ‘swish’!

"hiss--"

She seemed to be a bit painful, and her grasping hands let out.

Song Qingxiao took the opportunity to get out of the siege and withdrew dozens of meters.

Meng Fanglan didn't care about her escape, but looked down at her palm.

I saw a deep cut in her palm by Zhu Tian, ​​almost cutting across the entire palm.

And the scarlet blood gushing from the wound, not the dark green corpse fluid like before.

She seemed surprised and happy, looking at the wound a little fascinated.

Only in an instant, the blood of the wound swallowed the sword qi, and the original bone wound was squirming and closing, and the blood that flowed out was taken back. Soon, the palm was smooth and it was no different from the previous one.

In contrast, Song Qingxiao was almost killed by her understatement.

The corpse qi attacked the heart, and the few fingerprints she left were pierced into the skin and bones.

The black qi was attached to the spiritual power, which greatly affected the operation of her blood qi and spiritual power.

The three blood ghosts are like greedily absorbing her blood and spiritual power all the time, and spit out Yin Qi to affect her body.

Even at this moment, the Nascent Infant that her Dantian contained seemed to be covered with a layer of black energy.

She took a few breaths, and the wounded part of her heart poured out of blood, soaking the light blue treasures.

The blood was dark in color, with a strong evil spirit, extinguishing the blue flames on the treasure.

Song Qing's small pupils shrank rapidly, and Meng Fanglan slowly put her palms away.

"You ruin my wedding dress and take care of your business--"

While she was speaking, she reached out and stroked her wedding dress.

The clothes were scorched by the flames of the chaotic blue lamp, leaving a black hole the size of a finger, which was not repaired as she demonized.

Every time one more word is spoken, Meng Fanglan’s evil spirit becomes more severe:

"Since you have reported the injustices for these people in this way, I will send you another sense!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingxiao felt that the situation in front of her was changing rapidly.

The mulberry tree disappeared, replaced by an old building quickly rising.

In the gloomy hall, countless candles lit up.

"Meng Family Hall!"

Song Qing Xiaoyi screamed when he saw this.

She had felt the scene before the death of the Meng clan because of the Jiuyou Soul Transferring Dafa, and was no stranger to the hall in front of her.

As soon as he shouted out the words, Song Qingxiao felt that his voice was not right.

The voice was old and dry, as if he had smoked too much, with a hoarse feeling after a bit of smoke.

She looked around, there were many people in the hall, and everyone's heart could be felt by her one by one.

"It's all myself."

This thought came out of Song Qing's little knowledge, and she understood her current situation.

Meng Fanglan once again performed the Soul Transfer Technique and sent her into the Meng Family Hall more than 300 years ago.

It's just that when she performed this method again this time, she was far more clever than she was still the Nine Ghosts King Realm.

It is possible to control her into so many Meng clan members at the same time, and the scene is more realistic than before, and it is completely invisible.

The smell of cigarettes and incense remained in the air, and everyone's expression sank.

After experiencing it once, she knew what would happen afterwards, but was unable to stop it.

Silver Wolf and Qing Mingling were silent in her body. Seven stars were supporting the old Taoist priest and others, and the Heavenly Slaying Sword seemed to be missing. She was in desperation with empty hands.

As night fell, Meng Fanglan who appeared this time was even more fierce.

She wore a red dress like blood, and ghosts rose into the sky wherever she went.

Song Qing was as small as facing an enemy, and the fight was extraordinarily tragic.

The blood splattered everywhere, not only the physical pain, but the soul also suffered a great blow.

Several "Song Qingxiao" have been killed by her, and the last Song Qingxiao was suppressed by her.

The **** corpse on her body was cold, and the black hair hanging around her neck made it hard for her to breathe.

The zombie's hand stuck her neck, two long fangs sticking out of her lips, and the uncoagulated blood dripped down the teeth.

At this moment, Song Qingxiao seemed to have forgotten the spiritual power, forgot the spells and moves, she was fighting with her purely in a desperate way.

One person and one corpse hugged and rolled, and the sound of ‘bang bang’ was endless.

"Ho **** ho--"

The gloomy laughter of the female corpse spread into Song Qing's little sea of ​​consciousness, stimulating her consciousness as if she was about to collapse.

When she was ignorant and dizzy, a faint purple light appeared in the sea of ​​knowledge, which made her feel refreshed.

Song Qingxiao let out a dying gasp, and he didn't know where the power was born, and he casually scratched with his left hand, as if he had touched something.

It looked like a burning furnace. After she grasped it tightly without saying a word, she smashed Meng Fanglan on the back of her head.

'boom! ’

There was a crisp sound, and sparks rose everywhere.

"what--"

Meng Fanglan's shrill scream came over, and the illusion broke.

The shadow of the Meng family's old house disappeared, and she was in a dark environment with a cold and soft female body pressed against her body.

She was holding the chaotic blue light that appeared in her hand, and it was this thing that hit Meng Fanglan's body before.

Amid Meng Fanglan's screams, a slight ‘click’ sounded from the body of the blue lantern, and the purple flames in the lantern dimmed for a few minutes.

A slight crack appeared on one of the leaf lights, and that leaf was barely sticky, and its spiritual power was greatly lost.

At the critical moment, it was Chaos Blue Light that saved her life.

After getting rid of the predicament of Soul Transfer Dafa, the heart-wrenching pain spread into Song Qingxiao's consciousness, stimulating her to become more sober.

No need to look, Song Qingxiao knew that he was seriously injured at this time, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and his spiritual strength was almost exhausted.

The most serious thing is that she can't see the surrounding environment clearly, and the old Taoist priests, Song Changqing and others are also missing, not knowing whether there is still life.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.

This is the most dangerous time since she stepped into the realm of practice.

Now she can hardly protect herself, but she has some regrets for not being able to protect the old Taoist priests and Song Changqing and others.

And in the sea of ​​knowledge, the trial mission showed: The White Head Covenant.

Mission completed: reward points of 100,000.

She was taken aback, and suddenly grinned, showing a slight smile.

"Hahahahaha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Fanglan's faint voice sounded.

"Death is approaching, and you still laugh out loud?"

While she was speaking, her fingers had been caught in Song Qing's lower abdomen, and the flesh and blood were torn apart, and she made a gurgling sound of blood.

"You, you want to see... Shen..."

Song Qingxiao was suppressed by her, and it was difficult to stand up.

But she didn't give up. While calling Jinlong to respond in the sea of ​​knowledge, she tried to delay time and save her own life.

The moment she heard the word ‘shen’, Meng Fanglan was about to cut off her vital hand, and then her eyes hidden in her black hair suddenly lit up:

"what did you say?"

"You..." She gasped desperately, buying time for herself, and at the same time secretly accumulating energy:

"Want to see Shen, Shen Zhening?"

"Shen Lang? Do you know where Shen Lang is?"

Her tone was shocked and joyful at this time. If she ignores her crippled appearance, she is like every young girl who has just begun to love her.

"Cough cough cough..."

In response to her, Song Qing was stingy and coughing.

Meng Fanglan's body was like a heavy mountain, pressing on her body, making her breathless.

She hadn't felt such weakness for a long time, and the existence of the blood ghost gu suppressed her, making her accumulate spiritual power surprisingly slow.

"of course……"

At this moment of life and death~lightnovelpub.net~ Song Qingxiao managed to endure the pain on her body and nodded in response.

"Do not lie to me."

Meng Fanglan sneered, took her fingers out of her belly, and made a "patter" sound.

The blood poured out from the wound, extremely cold.

She wiped Song Qingxiao's body with her wet fingers a few times, and said softly:

"Otherwise you will be very painful."

Song Qingxiao gritted her teeth, cold sweat ran down her body, and then said:

"Do you remember the elegant man who came with me? He is the reincarnation of Shen Zhening!"

As soon as her voice fell, she heard Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​violent shouts of fright and anger, resounding like thunder:

"nonsense!"