Amidst the shouts of Zhang Shouyi and others, the ghosts of the underground tombs were rippling.

Amidst the distortion of the black mist, many soldiers' ghosts appeared one after another, standing trembling beside Zhang Shouyi, craned their necks and looked around.

It wasn't until he saw Song Qingxiao who stood in front of him that all the soldiers' ghosts who appeared on their faces showed overjoyed expressions, and they shouted along with Zhang Shouyi and others:

"Miss Song is back!"

"Miss Song is back!"

Everyone cried with joy, held each other's hands and cried, and the spirit bodies were shaking slightly.

Their auras were very weak, and a little purple-black strange patch appeared on the green spirit body.

These patches seemed to corrode their breath, making them gradually weakened.

Zhang Shouyi's skull face showed a trace of humane excitement. As his face twitched, his crunchy face fell straight down like flour.

"General Zhang, what happened here?"

Shen Zhuang’s abnormal changes showed that the situation was a little uncomfortable. Song Qing closed her eyes slightly, resisting the worry in her heart, and asked:

"Am I late?"

When she thought that she might have arrived late, Song Changqing and the old Taoist priests had already had an accident, and Meng Fanglan might be leaving, she felt a little uneasy.

In the darkness, Silver Wolf sensed the ups and downs of her mood and slowly walked out of the shadow.

Zhang Shouyi was about to speak, but from the corner of his eye he saw a giant wolf several meters high stepping out slowly, and he was immediately frightened.

The ghost soldiers were stunned by the strong demonic air, and couldn't help shrinking back.

The appearance of the silver wolf at this time was extremely terrifying.

Its shoulder height is nearly six meters, and it looks condescendingly at the ghosts.

The limbs are sturdy and powerful, and the top of the silver rod seems to be burning red fireworks, which has a great suppressive effect on ghosts.

There was no temperature in the eyes of the giant Silver Wolf King. It walked out from behind Song Qingxiao and quickly approached her body a few meters away.

"Miss Song—"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Shouyi opened his mouth in a hurry.

He subconsciously pulled up the remnant bow, and shouted hurriedly in his mouth:

"The demon wolf is not going back!"

It's just that the light of the remnant bow is dim, and even trembles under the aura of the silver wolf.

I don't know if it was Zhang Shouyi's illusion, the giant wolf glanced at him with a contemptuous look, then bent his hind legs and sat lazily beside Song Qingxiao.

The long tail swayed and patted Song Qingxiao's back lightly, as if to say hello to her.

"Don't worry."

Song Qingxiao didn't expect that the silver wolf hiding in the dark actually frightened Zhang Shouyi and others into scared birds. She explained:

"They are my companions. I came back this time to fulfill the promise that day."

There was a cold color in her eyes, and she said softly but firmly:

"Break through Jiuyou, kill Meng Fanglan, and rescue my brother!"

Zhang Shouyi still held his bow, not daring to relax completely.

It's just that after the Silver Wolf did sit down, there was no extra action, as if it were an aloof king, and he didn't put the ghosts in his heart.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and boldly went to see Song Qingxiao.

From this look, Zhang Shouyi was taken aback.

She looked the same as when she left, as if the passage of time did not leave a mark on her body.

But this was not what surprised Zhang Shouyi. What surprised him the most was that Song Qingxiao's aura at this time, compared with that of the day, has increased by leaps and bounds.

He still remembered the sword that she broke into the red mist that day, awakened him from the nightmare, and slashed out, and how terrible she was after the battle with Meng Fanglan.

Although Song Qingxiao was strong at that time, Zhang Shouyi could still vaguely touch her margins, and could even sense the height of her strength.

But now when she comes back, the person is still that person, but her breath has changed.

The station she went to was like a mountain, like a vast ocean, boundless and unfathomable.

Don't say that he is only left with the defeated army now, even when the ghosts and soldiers are there, it will not be her opponent.

She is really ready to come back, to cut through the Nine Nether Gate!

Zhang Shouyi could not help but develop an illusion under the extreme excitement and excitement.

As if his heart had stopped beating for more than a hundred years, it started beating wildly at this time.

The decayed remnant also seemed to sense hope, trembling slightly.

"It's not too late, it's not too late."

He remembered Song Qingxiao's previous question, and said busyly:

"But if you come here a few years later, it will be really late."

Zhang Shouyi eased his tone, calmed his excitement, and said:

"Since that year, you quelled the crisis in Shenzhuang, and after the evil spirit temporarily returned to Jiuyou, seventeen years have passed!"

He sighed for a long time, his dry eyes turned arduously, and asked a little disappointed: "Miss Song, where have you been?"

"At the end of the day, I thought that I would not be able to see you again in this life."

Song Qingxiao's heart sank upon hearing this.

For her, she has only been away for half a year.

Seventeen years have passed since the world in this sacred prison.

She felt an uneasy feeling in her heart and asked involuntarily:

"My master is an old man," she said here, and paused for a moment.

After a while, he asked quietly:

"But still alive?"

Song Daochang is not young anymore.

With the help of Meng Fanglan's Nine Nether Soul Transfer Technique, she dreamed back to the time when the old Taoist priest only adopted her many years ago.

The old Taoist priests at that time already looked like this, and they haven't changed in more than ten years.

He seemed to give birth to a late payment, and from his age, he was already over a hundred years old.

Although the life span of a cultivator is far better than that of ordinary people, after all, they are human and cannot escape the constraints of the law of time.

In addition, the cultivation base of the old Taoist priests could not reach the realm of transforming infants, and Shen Zhuang and his party were injured again, which affected him even more.

In the underground tombs that day, he had promised the dead bones of this place, saying that if he could leave safely, he would surely bury the dead bones for the ghosts who died here in vain. Therefore, in exchange for the help of these bones of grievances from a hundred years ago.

With him as a character, if there are no accidents, it is absolutely impossible to give up halfway.

Her eyes fell on the small pile of dead bones in the corner, and her ear seemed to remember the scene of the old Taoist priest carrying her up and down Yunhu Mountain in her memory.

"Alive, alive." Zhang Shouyi nodded, his tone a little hesitant:

"It's..."

Song Qing heard him say that the old Taoist priest was still alive at the beginning of his childhood, and his heart was like a big stone falling to the ground. Then, when he heard his tone of voice, he hurriedly asked:

"What is it?"

"Miss Song, Shen Zhuang is temporarily safe after you leave."

Meng Fanglan returned to Jiuyou and stopped doing evil temporarily.

Most of those resentful spirits in Shenzhuang that day were swallowed by Meng Fanglan, and the rest were suppressed, and they were not affected.

After Song Qingxiao left, the veteran Taoist sent the living Wu family and others out of Shenzhuang. In the following ten years, they have been saving money to build tombs and bury the dead bones here.

He is very old, and he is extraordinarily honest and loyal.

Lack of money to bury these people who died in vain a hundred years ago, he desperately took over some of the work of exorcising demons and demons, and all the money he earned was used to buy coffins and hire people to repair their graves.

In this way, in more than ten years, he abruptly piled up mountains of bones in this place, and he was buried until only about a hundred corpses were left.

It's just that he is old after all, and the non-stop practice these years has hurt his own spirit.

He wanted to fulfill his promise again, and neglected his cultivation, which led to his lack of diligence in his cultivation, and his body suffered a serious loss.

"About three years ago, countless mulberry seedlings suddenly grew in the city." Zhang Shouyi, who was aware of this at the time, had already realized something was wrong.

Shenzhuang was slaughtered twice in a row, and this place has been reduced to a place of darkness, where no grass grows.

At this time, new seedlings grew, which were still mulberry trees, and Zhang Shouyi knew that something had gone wrong.

Back then, Meng Fanglan was trapped in the mulberry tree. Zhang Shouyi and her old rivals who had dealt with her for a hundred years were very familiar with her.

"I feel the devil here again."

The existence of the devilish energy is related to Meng Fanglan who is hiding here. Perhaps with the passage of time, she is restless and about to wake up again.

Upon discovering this anomaly, Zhang Shouyi immediately found a way to notify the old Taoist priest.

The two sides once joined forces to set up a formation in an attempt to stop Meng Fanglan.

But the power of Jiuyou Demon Sha is too strong.

Even if only a trace of breath was leaked, the impact on Shen Zhuang was huge.

The topography of this place was originally exceptional. Once the balance that was managed to maintain was broken, the place would be ‘live’ by this awakened magical energy.

Those ghosts that had rested in peace once again awakened under the spirit of evil spirits.

In addition, under the influence of Meng Fanglan's evil spirit, he became extraordinarily ferocious and even attacking.

Zhang Shouyi's army could barely suppress it at the beginning, but as the grievances here became more and more fierce nourished by the evil spirit, his team was a little tired of coping.

The most terrible thing is that the demonic energy here has even begun to have an impact on Zhang Shouyi's army.

"Those dark spots are like poisonous."

He pointed to some soldiers who were following him, whose bodies had been corroded by dark purple spots.

These dark purple patches seemed to be living creatures, and wherever they went, these ghost soldiers showed painful expressions.

"This poison can swallow our souls and make us extremely painful and weak..."

When Zhang Shouyi said this, his tone was trembling, and he was obviously extremely jealous of this devilish energy.

"My brothers, in the past few years, they have been unable to resist and have lost most of them."

Not only his brothers, but even he himself was seriously injured.

Shen Zhuang's demonic energy revived, and evil spirits and wraiths appeared frequently.

Moreover, this place has been shrouded by ghosts all the year round, and the ground and houses that have eaten the blood of the two massacres are all like monsters that will absorb their spirit power.

Gradually, even some wandering wild ghosts were lured by this dark power and stayed here to do evil.

Zhang Shouyi's army itself was affected by demonic energy, and at the same time it had to fight these evil spirits. After a long time, it gradually became unable to withstand it.

"These devilish energy can not only devour us, but also the flesh and blood of human beings and the spiritual power and essence of practitioners."

In the past few years, the old Taoist priests still ventured in to transport the remaining bones and suppress the devilish energy.

"But the speed of the evil spirit's penetration is too fast, and the body of the old Daoist is gradually unable to support it."

When he is old, his cultivation base is no longer profitable, but he has to advance his spiritual cultivation base to fulfill his original promise.

In less than two years, the body is getting worse every day.

"The last time I came in, it was half a year ago..."

Having said this, Zhang Shouyi secretly looked at Song Qingxiao's face:

"He's a lot older, and his actions are not very responsive. The evil spirit is devouring his lifespan. When he came, he told me that it might be the last time he came."

He stayed silent for a long time beside the pile of bones, saying that he couldn't help the undead and owed them only in the next life.

Zhang Shouyi couldn't protect himself at that time, so how could he help him?

Hearing this, they all went silent.

The old Taoist is a cultivator, and he has guessed that his deadline is not far away, but he still has something on his mind.

Like Zhang Shouyi, one person and one ghost are waiting for the return of one person.

Zhang Shouyi was waiting for Song Qing's promise, while the old Taoist and others wanted to take a look at his'daughter' before he died.

"He was afraid that he would never see Miss Song again, and he often told me when you were young."

He regretted sticking to the rules before, and when Song Qing called him ‘father’, he refused to agree.

When she agreed later, she left again.

If he dies, Song Qingxiao will come back again in the future. The regret has already been caused and it is difficult to make up for it.

"Three months ago, his apprentice passed the news with a paper crane, saying that he had an old illness and was in bed."

The cultivator has reached the level of being ill in bed. It is conceivable that the situation is very serious.

In the past few months, the black fog has blocked Shenzhuang, and the river has filled the surface. There has been a bit of a fierce situation where Meng Fanglan divided his soul to control this place.

Three disciples of the old Taoist priests, the big disciple stayed here, the little disciple was missing, and a second disciple remained by his side.

But among the three disciples, this second disciple had the weakest cultivation level, and there was simply not enough mana to pass the news into the black mist.

So Zhang Shouyi still doesn't know how the old Taoists are doing.

What's more, he himself is hard to protect himself. Some of his brothers who have followed him for a hundred years have been corrupted by dark forces and turned into evil spirits. Also unwilling to listen to the results.

It's just that Zhang Shouyi has made friends with the old Taoist priests over the years, and he knows his thoughts and temperament very well.

With his premonition, the old Taoist priest should still hold his breath.

He hasn't seen the big disciple who regarded as a parent and child get out of trouble, and hasn't seen Song Qingxiao's return, he hasn't looked down on purpose.

"Miss Song, it's just time for you to come back!"

When he said this, his tone was a little excited, and he was full of joy for the old Taoist priest, and envied that the old Taoist would finally get his wish.

Before a person dies, it is the happiest thing in the world to see the person you want to see.

When Song Qingxiao heard this, the big stone in his heart finally fell back to its original place.

Her expression changed quickly when the trouble was over.

The anxiety from the beginning has become a lot quieter.

Her eyes became sharp and cold, showing a domineering calmness.

With a wave of her hand, a purple qi turned into Zhu Tian and she held it in her hand.

The dragon yin and the sword ming are mixed to form an unstoppable meaning of the king, breaking through the barrier of the evil spirit, and reaching the air!

"Kill Meng Fanglan first, UU reading www.uukanshu.com rescued the brother, and then go to Yunhu Mountain to see my master!"

Her voice is extremely soft, but it contains strong confidence and determination.

Sword Qi rushed straight into the clouds, and dragons rang all over the earth.

This vision triggered the spiritual power of heaven and earth, causing dark clouds to reunite in the middle of the sky, and a thunder light movie appeared.

People outside Shen Zhuang also heard the long chant that seemed to be the transfer of Jin Ge, and they all looked up at the top of their heads.

On the other side of Yunhu Mountain, an old man with a simple expression knelt down in front of a simple stone bed.

On the stone bed lay a scrawny old man.

The old beard and hair are all white, the soul is almost dissipated, his face is full of purple and black, and the deadline is not long.

But at the moment when the sword energy was revealed and the clear dragon roar echoed in the heavens and the earth, the old man who had been asleep for a long time seemed to have a sharp heart, his eyelids trembled, and tears rolled out of his eyes.