'boom! ’

In the mountains and forests, thunder roared.

A thick bowl of lightning rushed down and slashed towards a big tree.

In the flames of ‘crash’, the tree canopy was cut by the waist and fell to the ground.

Song Daochang's soul itself reluctantly reunited by magic, and was struck by the lightning flash, and suddenly became unstable again, and collapsed softly on the back of the second disciple.

"Master...Master..."

The drenched old man in the green shirt felt that the old man's breath weakened a lot, and he couldn't help but cried out with a somewhat flustered cry.

The old Taoist did not respond, just reading:

"Qing Xiao, Qing Xiao."

He is already a little sane, relying entirely on will to support him.

The road was closed due to heavy rain, the old man in Qingshan who wanted to go back on his way heard him, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot hard, and rushed forward against the storm.

"Master, Master, hold on. Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister is waiting for you in Shenzhuang!"

As soon as his words fell, the old Taoist who was originally agitated seemed to inject a heart-saving shot, and he immediately lifted his spirits, and his loose eyes solidified a little:

"Yes, yes, your junior is waiting for me in Shenzhuang."

"Qing Xiao... Evergreen..."

The old man chanted the spell, dashed on the muddy water, and quickly reached the Yongqing River.

At that time, Shenzhuang was haunted very badly, and the massacre of Shenzhuang caused the world to be shocked.

Since then, although there have been rumors that Shenzhuang’s grievances have been temporarily suppressed by those who use spells to reach the sky, the survivors living near Shenzhuang have moved one after another.

More than ten years have passed, even if the Shenzhuang mulberry tree grows again, no one dares to approach it.

The prosperous Yongqing River was already ruined by this time, and some houses were overgrown with weeds, which looked particularly gloomy.

It's just that when the old man in Qingshan rushed to the riverside under the torrential rain, he immediately took a breath.

In front of him, the water of Yongqing River became extremely violent.

The waves swept in layers from a distance, turning into a huge wave of seven or eight meters, banging towards the river bank.

Some abandoned painting workshops, boats, etc., originally moored on the shore, shattered into countless wooden boards under the beating of this huge wave, and moved up and down with the waves.

The pier at the mouth of the river had already been hit by the waves and collapsed, and it seemed that the battles were particularly frightening.

‘Boom! ’

Under the sound of thunder, you can vaguely see that Hanoi seems to contain countless bits of sword energy, swaying with the waves, like a dragon flying in the water, with amazing murderous aura, preventing people from entering the water.

Seeing this scene, the second disciple's footsteps were about to go forward, but the next moment, the old Taoist priest began to babble again:

"Evergreen... Qing Xiao..."

At the battle of Shenzhuang that year, a disciple stayed there, and a disciple was missing. It was an eternal pain in the heart of the old Taoist priest.

His life is approaching, and he wants to take a look at Shen Zhuang before he dies. How can he bear to let him go away in regret?

Thinking of this, the old man in Qingshan suddenly felt cruel, determined to risk his life and send Master into Shenzhuang smoothly.

Even if you can't see the big brother and the little sister, even if you revisit the old place, you can forget it but the old man's wish.

He turned his gaze to the surroundings, and saw that some abandoned small boats were abandoned by people who fled here in the grassy borders.

Today, the Yongqing River does not know what evil nature has emerged, the river is turbulent, and the waves are extremely large.

At this moment, the thunderstorm is violent, and even if it is a big boat, it is very dangerous to drive in such a situation, let alone such a small boat that has been in disrepair for a long time.

But time is running out, and he can no longer hesitate.

The old Taoist started talking again, as if he was half asleep.

"Master, don't sleep, you have found the boat."

The old man in Qingshan shook his head, rushed to the boat, held the old man with one hand folded, and pushed the boat. After setting aside a lot of sand, he finally pulled the boat out and pushed it towards the river.

I don't know what those swaying golden lights in Hanoi are, but he didn't care much about it and pushed the boat into the water.

As soon as the boat entered the river, it immediately seemed to anger Hanoi Jinmang.

Countless sword energy gathered and turned into thousands of stars, wrapping the boat inside.

"The ancestors and ancestors of Yunhu Mountain, bless my master and apprentice..."

"Big brother, little sister..."

Seeing this scene, the second disciple felt afraid and irritated in his heart, but still forcibly endured the fear. While the golden light hadn't hit the ship, he bowed his heart and cautiously put the old Taoist priest on his back into it.

‘Wow--’

The boat ate its weight and plunged into the water a bit deeper.

It's strange to say that the moment the old Taoist priest entered the ship, those sword lights that were originally chilly seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly they became unusually docile.

The previously turbulent river gradually subsided after the old Taoist lay and leaned into the boat.

"Master...Master..."

Seeing this scene, the frightened old man in Qingshan couldn't help but his eyes widened in surprise.

The huge waves that swept through slowly stopped, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleeping old Taoist priest.

The sword light at the bottom of the ship seemed to have met relatives, lovingly surrounding the ship to prevent dangerous attacks.

The scene before him made the second disciple a little bit incredulous, and called the old Taoist priest several times.

The dilapidated boat was equipped with Song Daochang who didn't know it, and it swayed slightly with the waves, which was exceptionally stable.

All this is like a miracle, which is obviously impossible, but he has seen it with his own eyes.

"Could it, can it be," the second disciple thought of a possibility and muttered to himself:

"Is my ancestor Yunhushan manifested?"

He didn't know why. Although he didn't know why the sword light in the river protected the old Taoist priests abnormally, he also sat on it with anxiety.

After entering the ship, the wave did not hit.

In the surging water, pushing the boat with two people and slowly drifting towards the heart of the river.

The boat swayed slowly, especially smoothly, as if being protected by a mysterious force, gradually reassuring the second disciple.

After this relief, he thought of one thing.

The small boat was just an abandoned boat. He pushed the boat into the water in a panic, but forgot to find an oar.

Although the boat was moving at this time, the speed was too slow, and the situation of the old Taoist priest was critical, and he could not wait slowly at this speed.

It's a pity that the ship was more than ten meters offshore, and he didn't dare to leave the old Taoist alone in the ship and go ashore to look for it.

"Master...Master..."

Thinking of this, the second disciple hated his carelessness and stupidity.

If it was his carelessness that caused the old Taoist priest to leave in regret, he would not feel at ease for the rest of his life.

A person in his fifties, at this moment, the string in his heart seemed to break, and he couldn't help crying when he looked at the old Taoist with a gray face.

The howling broke through the blockade of heavy rain and thunderclouds and spread to the entire river.

One second

Two seconds-

Three seconds-

After a few breaths, the already calm river surface suddenly began to ripple.

‘Guru—’

‘Guru—’

There was a burst of splash, like bubbles pouring out of the water.

At first it was only a few, but after a long time, the bubbles were getting more and more, the whole surface of the river was like a big boiling pot, and the river water began to boil.

This vision shocked the second disciple who was crying and crying. He raised his head in horror, and then he saw the most incredible scene in his life——

Under the river surface, a rotten, pitch-black bone arm was drilled out, and it grabbed the ship's string with a ‘bang’.

"division……"

The old man in green shirt shook his body, instinctively trying to protect the old Taoist priest.

But after the black corpse appeared, it didn't attack the two people in the boat, but instead reached out and grabbed the boat, pushing the boat forward.

Then, one hand, two hands, three hands...

Surrounded by black air above the river, among the dark clouds, some ghosts that had already died appeared.

"Thank you, old fairy, for doing this for me over the years."

"Old Immortal, thanks to you you buried my bones in the soil."

"Old Taoist, I'll help you..."

...

Different faces of the deceased appeared, and together with the evil corpse, pushing the originally slow boat that looked like an arrow from the string, rushed out.

They all have been more or less favored by the old Taoist priests, or they are grateful for the noble and gentle character of the old Taoists, and are willing to do their part for him.

After the initial panic and horror faded away, the second disciple's heart filled with pride and touch.

"Master, Master, open your eyes and see..."

He cried bitterly.

If an old Taoist can see this scene and know that his persistence over the years has been rewarded, he will definitely feel very relieved.

...

And in Shenzhuang on the other side, Meng Fanglan thought Song Qingxiao was unprepared, pretending to be angered by Zhang Shouyi, and was about to sneak through Chen Cang to attack Song Qingxiao, but was pressed down by a giant wolf that suddenly emerged from behind her!

The red lotus karmic fire burned out, and'Zi Zi' poured into her body, causing her to howl incomparably pain.

The skin and flesh of the body were burned with a ‘crackling’, making Meng Fanglan seem to have returned to the scene when Meng’s family injured her after her death.

At that time, she was about to die shortly, and she sealed the ghost in her body without a grievance before she died.

So when the Meng family did it, both her body and soul were injured, and she was even more resentful.

At this time, under the suppression of Silver Wolf, she reminded her of her inability to do anything back then, and she couldn't help but resent even more.

Silver Wolf lowered his head and grinned, about to bite Meng Fanglan's body.

The sharp teeth flickered, even if her corpse became evil, she would probably be torn apart by the sharp teeth of the Demon Wolf King.

Meng Fanglan felt the long-lost fear, she was in the form of the evil spirit, but she had no strength to fight back in front of the giant wolf.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang!"

She uttered a shrill scream, which was frightening to hear.

In her yelling, the giant crown of the ghost tree became larger, and the shadow covered it.

‘Swish—’

A white silk appeared out of thin air, hanging down from the top of the huge canopy.

At the moment when Silver Wolf was about to bite her corpse, it wrapped Silver Wolf's neck and lifted it vigorously!

In the silver wolf's low roar, a huge resentment stopped it, and it hung in the air.

The heavy mountain pressing on Meng Fanglan's back seemed to be moved away at once, making her feel relieved and dodge to escape.

‘Oh. ’

The silver wolf howled in anger, and his figure trembled in the air, and as he flew around in a hurry, the eighth-order monsters sealed in its body appeared.

The group of beasts roared, that momentum was enough to shock the world.

Five giant beasts appeared, flying and hiding, squeezing the huge Shenzhuang densely, and intercepting Meng Fanglan who was trying to escape.

Meng Fanglan's body trembled violently, and several broken tassels on the phoenix crown on her head slammed frantically, making a rapid noise.

The giant wolf king who hung in the air was arched, and the long armour of his forelimbs was like a sharp and unmatched treasure, and the white silk was torn apart with a bang.

Its body is as large as a mountain, but it is extremely agile.

"Woo-"

In the long whistling sound, its body skyrocketed ten times again, transforming into a terrifying giant wolf, and slapped it down on the pole of the towering ghost tree!

'Snapped--'

A palm fell, the claws grabbed into the tree pole, the tree pole of the giant tree was scratched, and a lot of dark blood poured out.

The tree body swayed more and more, and with the blood first, it became particularly wilted.

For hundreds of years, Meng Fanglan's spirit and ghost tree have long been fused, and this shot caused her to suffer a lot of injuries, and she made a deafening scream.

She was really anxious, and she didn't even care about fighting Song Qingxiao, trying to repel the silver wolf that destroyed the tree first.

"Your opponent is me."

She was about to flash away, but Song Qingxiao said coldly.

Maitreya's figure flashed, intercepting her, making her avatar useless and unable to leave.

"you wanna die!"

At this point, Meng Fanglan saw that Song Qing had come prepared, obviously determined to put herself to death.

Whether it is Silver Wolf, Demon God Aqi, or Song Qingxiao, they are all ruthless characters.

This fierce battle is inevitable, and both sides are bound to die.

"I only hate that I didn't kill you back then, leaving me with a great curse today."

She was full of regret and resentment.

Back then, she was bewitched by Song Changqing, and she was overconfident in her own strength. In addition, Song Qingxiao was seriously injured, so she was negligent.

If she had known that an unintentional mistake in the past would have caused such a big disaster, she should have ignored the reincarnation marriage agreement and forcibly killed Song Qingxiao.

"Unrepentant."

Song Qing's eyes were cold:

"Today, I want to avenge blood and hatred for the parents and relatives who died in your hands, the people who suffered twice from the massacre, and the innocent souls who were killed by you in the past few hundred years!"

"Hahaha—"

When Meng Fanglan heard this, she couldn't help laughing madly:

"Bah! Hypocrite!"

She hates such preaching the most.

No one understood her when she had an accident, and even her parents thought she was stunned.

She will never forget the pain before her death. She was abandoned by her lover to go to the ghost realm alone, but because of grievances, she was rejected by Huangquan Road.

So for hundreds of years, ~lightnovelpub.net~ lingered in the world, watching other people spend their days and months, the lovers finally got married, and I was clearly infatuated, but my parents opposed it, and finally died alone.

After Shen Zhening's death, she could not go to the underworld and be separated from her lover because of the weather.

Hundreds of years since then, shrouded by loneliness.

Resentment, hate, love parting, can't ask.

She has tasted all the suffering of love in life.

Whether it was before or after her death, what she hated most was those who preached to her like this, who were paranoid and lonely, going one way to the end, even if that way was wrong.

‘Boom! ’

The silver wolf turned into a giant wolf king, flapping and biting the ghost tree.

The tree pole was smashed into pieces, and countless remaining branches and leaves turned into yin air and dissipated.

Meng Fanglan's body was affected, but she seemed to have given birth to a desperate fight.