Dong Qin Wuwu was so angry that if Song Qingxiao hadn't fallen into Meng Fanglan's hands at this moment, he would have killed the nonsense woman who tried to cause trouble.

"He is! Think about it, is your Shen Lang a poem and gentleman?"

Song Qingxiao ignored Dong Qin’s rebuttal and pointed out that the deer was a horse:

"He is young and handsome, and he is unparalleled in wisdom, don't you remember?"

As soon as she said this, Meng Fanglan, who was sitting on her body, quickly got up.

In more than three hundred years, Meng Fanglan had long never remembered the appearance of her beloved.

But the obsession has already formed, and naturally it makes her even more enchanting, and it is hard to forget.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang..."

She eagerly called for her lover, and she didn't know when to light up a lamp made of a human skull.

The light was blood red, with a strong evil spirit.

Song Qingxiao took the opportunity to frantically call the sleeping Qing Mingling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Regardless of everything, she stimulated Qing Mingling with the newly accumulated consciousness and forced it to wake up.

Among the spirits, the black energy lingering on the Qing Ming Ling seemed to disperse under her desperate fight.

Song Qingxiao's will in the desperate situation broke through the blockade of the black mist and directly called the demon soul who had fallen asleep.

One second...

Two seconds...

Dong Qin Wu Wo's anger and scolding sounded, and at the same time, the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing were heartbroken calling her.

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

"Little Junior Sister..."

...

When Song Qingxiao heard the voices of these two people, he was first overjoyed, and then he was certain, and desperately summoning the devil soul.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang..."

Sure enough, the female ghost believed her evil, and began to find Dong Qin Wuwo to verify.

However, Song Qing's mission in the Little Spiritual Consciousness did not show that it was completed. It can be seen that this ‘White Head’s Covenant’ was not just her unilateral identification.

Maybe some conditions are needed before it can be achieved.

"I'm not your Shen Lang!"

Dong Qin Wuwo said this categorically, leaving no room for it.

This female ghost is amazing in strength, and she is so emotional, she can deny people even when she turns her face.

However, he couldn't beat and beat, and he could only deny it very aggrievedly.

"Shen Lang..."

Meng Fanglan also seemed to realize something was wrong, and her calling voice became colder:

"If you are not Shen Lang, you will all die here!"

Song Qing was cautious and anxious, wishing to use the purple flame to burn the devil soul again to make it sober.

I don't know if it sensed her cruel intentions, the token that hadn't reacted originally, trembled in her spirit at this time, and suddenly let out a ‘Jie Jie’ laugh!

This voice was like a response, making Song Qingxiao survived from desperation, surprised and delighted.

She never thought that one day she would miss this laugh so much.

With the laughter of this demon soul, a cool air spread from Qing Ming Lingzhi.

The evil spirits that originally hung in Song Qing's body seemed to have encountered a natural nemesis, and slowly flowed into the spirit of Qing Mingling like flowing water.

At the same moment, the three blood ghosts engraved on her legs seemed to have been affected, the evil spirits began to be sucked away by Qing Ming Ling, and the three ghost heads made panic calls.

If it were other times, Meng Fanglan would naturally realize that something was wrong here.

But at this time, she was focused on Dong Qin Wuwu, even if she knew that the three blood ghosts were moving, she was too confident about herself.

Song Qingxiao was badly injured, and there was no possibility of surviving.

The most urgent thing is to determine the identity of Dong Qin Wumei, whether it is her Shen Jia Langjun.

"Shen Lang..."

"I'm not your Shen Lang!"

Dong Qin Wuwo gritted his teeth and denied it loudly, but he was extremely ashamed.

He is a direct descendant of the Eastern Qin family, and he is extremely talented. He is considered by the elders of the clan to be the most likely to become a saint in the past few hundred years.

He rarely encountered setbacks in his life, but at this time he was framed by Song Qingxiao and was regarded as a man by a mad female ghost.

Yidong Qin Wu's intelligence has naturally guessed Song Qingxiao's intention for a long time-I am afraid her mission is to match this female ghost with Shen Zhening.

It's a pity that Song Qing's defense is very tight and has not shown any clues. Although she had doubts, she had even fought this female ghost desperately before and nearly died.

All these actions confuse Dong Qin Wu-self, making him unable to make accurate judgments.

It wasn't until the moment of death that she finally revealed her mission and brought disaster to the east.

"Aren't you my Shen Lang?"

Meng Fanglan's voice went cold.

In the blood light, the big tree rose again, and Song Qing's small figure leaned against the mulberry tree, suppressed by the blood light.

In the soul, Qing Mingling seemed to sense the existence of evil spirit in Song Qing's body, and began to swallow the remaining evil spirit in her body.

The three ghost heads on the thighs couldn't get Meng Fanglan's response, and they began to wither quickly.

The black air on the ghost's head was sucked away, and the mark gradually faded as he wailed and howled.

Song Qingxiao was pleasantly surprised, and when he heard Meng Fanglan's question, his heartstrings were tense.

Meng Fanglan stepped forward, and the figure got closer and closer to Dong Qin Wuwo.

A lot of evil spirits gushed out of her body. Obviously, if Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​words didn't suit her, she would have to kill.

"There!" At this moment, the old Taoist shouted joyfully.

With the appearance of Meng Fanglan and the shadow of the tree, he and Song Changqing both saw Song Qingxiao lying under the tree.

She was badly injured, a big hole broke in her abdomen, and black blood ran all over the floor.

At this moment, under the **** light, the master and disciple watched her motionless, not knowing if she was still angry.

"Qing Xiao, Qing Xiao..."

The old Taoist shouted anxiously, and Song Qing opened his eyes vigorously and raised his arm.

"Still alive!"

Song Changqing's eyes lit up when she saw her move, and said happily:

"Still alive."

"We will go over immediately."

After saying this, the old Taoist wanted to run in the direction of Song Qingxiao, and Song Changqing followed closely, rushing towards Song Qingxiao.

But the underground tomb seemed to be obscured at this time. Ming Ming Song Qingxiao was not far from the master and apprentice, but no matter how the two ran, the distance between the two did not get closer.

"It's a ghost hitting the wall."

When Song Daochang said this, he was a little desperate.

The ghost hitting the wall by Meng Fanglan is naturally not a normal ghost hitting the wall, the master and the apprentice are low in strength and it is difficult to break through.

Song Changqing was already sweating profusely, but he didn't give up and was still running forward.

"Useless."

The old Taoist stood in the same place and glanced at him, with a desperate expression in his eyes:

"We can't get out of here."

His feet kept on, but he did not leave the side of the old Taoist priest.

Under Meng Fanglan's influence, no matter how they ran, they were simply turning around in place.

"I want to save Junior Sister!"

Song Changqing firmly said:

"I can't let Little Junior Sister die!"

When the old Taoist heard this, his eyes were sour, and tears almost came out of his eyes:

"Blam me." Blame him for his low strength. Under such circumstances, Song Qingxiao can be seen, but he is powerless.

"Master said that Yunhushan's hexagrams can't go wrong."

A trace of determination flashed in Song Changqing's eyes at this time, and he whispered:

"Gua Xiang once said, you have surprises and no dangers, and I have gone and returned with my junior sister."

While he was speaking, he did not give up.

Even if the old Taoist said that he was just doing useless work, he still ran forward desperately, even if he was exhausted and panting, but did not stop.

"The hexagram image can't go wrong...something goes back and forth..."

The old Taoist's throat seemed to be blocked by a big stone, and he couldn't speak. Only like him, he ran forward desperately, not daring to stop.

I was afraid that after stopping, I would be farther away from Song Qingxiao.

The two masters and apprentices here were talking, and on the other side, Meng Fanglan stopped after seeing Dong Qin Wumei's reaction.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang... She said you are my Shen Lang reincarnation... Are you my Shen Lang?"

"I……"

Dong Qin Wuwo listened to her question, even if she wanted to deny it.

But Song Qing's anxious voice interrupted his words:

"Dong Qin, think about it more clearly before answering her question."

She opened her eyes and looked at Dong Qin Wuwu far away:

"Think about your mission..."

Her face was pale, but her eyes were astonishingly black:

"If you can't remember, we will all die here." She reminded:

"You think about the law of hell."

Once Dong Qin denied it, Meng Fanglan would kill everyone in this place in a rage.

Song Qingxiao had already failed, the realm gap was there, and Qing Mingling and Yinlang's sleeplessness made her almost impossible to counterattack.

Dong Qin Wuwo is not even Meng Fanglan's opponent. After Meng Fanglan has absorbed the power of all ghosts to transform the evil spirit, the task of suppressing her is equivalent to a dead end for Dong Qin Wuwo.

But Song Qingxiao's words reminded Dong Qin Wumei, causing a strange color to flash in his eyes.

The law of hell!

His task is to prevent the evil spirit from appearing in this world, so that she can't do harm to the common people. He didn't say that Meng Fanglan must be killed.

Dong Qin Wuwo was a little surprised by the conditions of this mission at the time, and only then realized that it might be because the mission of God Prison was like this, and it should have something to do with his ability to not kill this ghost.

She has become the evil spirit, and even he and Song Qing Xiaoshuang have not been able to suppress her together. It is conceivable that in this trial world, there are almost no enemies that can defeat her.

If she were to leave Shenzhuang today, it would be a catastrophe. This task would be a failure for Dong Qin Wumei and Song Qingxiao.

This female ghost has a cruel heart, and the only weakness is Shen Zhening.

As Song Qingxiao said, if he admits it, it might be a first-line turn for the two of them.

If she admits that she is Shen Zhening, she can appease this female ghost, and it can ease the current mortal situation and give them a chance to fight for a while.

Secondly, it is uncertain that Song Qingxiao can use this to complete the "white head" agreement between this female ghost and Shen Zhening in the next life. Thirdly, this female ghost has a deep affection for Shen Zhening. If she can use the name of Shen Zhening to persuade this demon Sha is no longer a disaster for all living beings, and the task of Dong Qin Wu-Self is also possible to complete.

Until this moment, Dong Qin Wu Wo had been completely persuaded by Song Qingxiao's words, and began to seriously ponder the possibility of pretending to be Shen Zhening for the time being perfunctory.

"Are you my Shen Lang..."

The female ghost asked faintly again, the temperature in her voice was lower than before, which had already brought out a murderous aura.

"I……"

Dong Qin Wuwo was still a little unwilling. He raised his head and glanced at Meng Fanglan, who was standing not far in front of him. The female ghost was wearing a generous red wedding gown, but with long hair covering her face, blocking the expression on her face.

A look of shame, disgust, anger, and helplessness appeared in his eyes. After weighing the pros and cons, the genius of the Eastern Qin family finally made a decision, gritted his teeth and agreed:

"I'm."

The moment he admitted, the female ghost raised her head and let out a loud cry in disbelief:

"Shen Lang?"

"Well……"

Dong Qin Wuwo bit the bullet and agreed, his voice as soft as a dove.

"Shen Lang!"

The female ghost took a step forward and approached in his direction.

He gritted his teeth, controlled himself not to back off, and replied again.

A red shadow flashed in front of him, and I don't know when Meng Fanglan had already stood in front of him.

The murderous Ghost Sha raised his arm at this time and stretched out a soft snow-white hand, as if he wanted to touch his heart.

"Shen Lang..."

The hand was shockingly cold, and before it touched his body, he had already formed a thick layer of blood-red haze on his clothes.

Dong Qin Wuwo shuddered on his back and backed subconsciously.

The female ghost's raised hand fell into the air and froze in the air.

"You are not my Shen Lang."

The eagerness in her words quickly cooled down, and there was a trace of murderous intent:

"You are not my Shen Lang..."

"Like me...lie to me..."

Although Dong Qin Wuwo admits his identity, his body's reaction is not deceiving at all.

He regarded her as evil, and was extremely jealous and fearful of her.

"My Shen Lang is not like this."

On the white palm of the female ghost, long nails began to emerge quickly.

The nail was glowing with cold light under the red light, and a cloud of blood gushed out, staining it red as if it were full of blood.

Dong Qin Wuwu was so angry that if Song Qingxiao hadn't fallen into Meng Fanglan's hands at this moment, he would have killed the nonsense woman who tried to cause trouble.

"He is! Think about it, is your Shen Lang a poem and gentleman?"

Song Qingxiao ignored Dong Qin’s rebuttal and pointed out that the deer was a horse:

"He is young and handsome, and he is unparalleled in wisdom, don't you remember?"

As soon as she said this, Meng Fanglan, who was sitting on her body, quickly got up.

In more than three hundred years, Meng Fanglan had long never remembered the appearance of her beloved.

But the obsession has already formed, and naturally it makes her even more enchanting, and it is hard to forget.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang..."

She eagerly called for her lover, and she didn't know when to light up a lamp made of a human skull.

The light was blood red, with a strong evil spirit.

Song Qingxiao took the opportunity to ~lightnovelpub.net~ and called the Qing Mingling who was sleeping in the sea of ​​knowledge crazily.

Regardless of everything, she stimulated Qing Mingling with the newly accumulated consciousness and forced it to wake up.

Among the spirits, the black energy lingering on the Qing Ming Ling seemed to disperse under her desperate fight.

Song Qingxiao's will in the desperate situation broke through the blockade of the black mist and directly called the demon soul who had fallen asleep.

One second...

Two seconds...

Dong Qin Wu Wo's anger and scolding sounded, and at the same time, the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing were heartbroken calling her.

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

"Little Junior Sister..."

...

When Song Qingxiao heard the voices of these two people, he was first overjoyed, and then he was certain, and desperately summoning the devil soul.