Nangong Si's face was unhappy, his eyes were burning, as if he was rolling with iron.

His gaze was swinging by, and he stopped on the red and red magic weapon for a moment, then moved away.

"Who is this?"

Ye Wangxi said: "He is the young master at the top of life and death, his surname is Mo."

"Mo?" Nangong Si frowned, "The one I just picked up a few years ago?"

"Um."

Nangong Si glanced at Ye Wangxi: "Do you know him?"

"Peach Blossom Spring once lived in the same hospital."

Nangong Si sneered, and I don’t know what it meant. But when Ye Wangxi saw him reacting like this, Qingjun’s face turned pale a little, her eyelashes drooped, and then she pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Since he wants to wait, then buy him face." Nangong Si said, "I am the Lord of Shenwu at a young age. I want to see what kind of ability he has."

Mo Ran didn't have time to pay attention to the Rufeng Sect. He turned around and his clothes shook in the wind. The barrier was broken, and there wouldn't be too much time left--

Chu Wanning, are you not well yet?

Swish! Luo Xianxian's fingers and claws slit the gauze curtain, white silk flew away, and the plain satin was shaken into thousands of pieces of falling snow.

Chu Wanning felt a very familiar aura approaching her, and suddenly reacted and opened her eyes widened: "Tianwen?!"

No.

Not a question of God.

He fought with her, and she had a kind of spiritual power that looked very much like Tianwen.

The inside of the Chen family's mansion was like a thin mist, with a soul and a ghost locked. There were only more than ten moves to fight. Chu Wanning's heart gradually disappeared and the fog dissipated. He suddenly understood a chapter, and suddenly realized it.

"Picking the Willow..."

Luo Xianxian was already dead and cremated into ashes. At that time, he could only rely on Mrs. Chen's ** to do something. There is no reason why he can transform into the original appearance now.

The mysterious man took a piece of withered vine from the pinched willows and temporarily shaped a residence for her to revive her.

The people's hearts cooked outside, the steaming smoke, gold, water, fire, and earth are all waiting for Luo Xianxian, the "wood", to pinch the willow body.

What exactly is that man going to do!

Did he try his best to make Luo Xianxian regain his life and fight with Chen Bohuan? Who can do this for her?

Her relatives had long been dead.

Relatives...

Relatives!!

Chu Wanning's heart moved and blood surged. He suddenly thought of the words she had said to him when he saw Luo Xianxian--

She has an older brother who was lost many years ago...

Is it him?

"Those who block me will not survive!"

Luo Xianxian is a physical body, and Chu Wanning is a living soul. Although her spiritual power is far less than that of him, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and virtuality in the end.

In the blink of an eye, her bright red fingers and claws pierced straight towards his heart again, fearing that his soul would be damaged, Chu Wanning suddenly dodged and put his backhand on her forehead.

"It's useless, it's the same how many times you try! The purification curse won't hurt me!" She smiled grimly, and roared to the sky, attracting the colorful butterfly corpse-stopping group from all directions.

"You are lonely ghosts, why don't you obey my orders! You gather here and drink blood and slaughter!"

A terrible howling suddenly sounded, and Caidie Town was in chaos. The unintentional zombies who were rioting randomly heard her call and rushed towards Chen's house.

Zombies are like tides, rising and falling one after another, roaring like a storm, tempered in the wind. The roar that makes people feel cold all over the body is like a shout on the battlefield, spreading over a hundred miles in an instant, and you can hear clearly no matter inside or outside the barrier.

Outside the world, all the immortals were terrified.

In the world, Chu Wanning faced the challenge alone.

He was alone, with a lonely soul, standing opposite Luo Xianxian in white. She was laughing indulging in love, with madness and evil in her eyes. He was like a bamboo, and he did not change his expression when he heard the ghosts coming, but his eyebrows were pressed very low, and his eyes were covered with haze.

"Luo Xianxian, do you still remember some of the things you said to me?"

"Hmm?" She didn't seem to expect him to ask like this, and couldn't help but be stunned.

While she was in a state of trance, Chu Wanning was already wearing white clothes and swept up to the top of the Chen house courtyard. A pair of spotless silk shoes fell on the edge of the sandalwood tiles.

"You have said that you never thought of being a demon, and you have said that you have never thought of harming people."

The sound of the lingering sound fell, and the wind in all fields was swaying.

Chu Wanning raised his eyes and saw a black tide of corpses pouring from all directions. He frowned slightly, and suddenly, his sleeves were summoned, and the cold wind blew the hem of the soul's clothes.

A golden glow suddenly appeared between his hands.

"Occured."

Suddenly, thousands of willow vines rose up!!

The colorful butterfly flowed through blood. The ground covered with dead bodies instantly cracked tens of millions of holes, and one thick willow tree after another broke out from the ground! They all were filled with dazzling golden light, like thousands of chains, shaking the running corpses one by one!

Chu Wanning's eyes were closed, and her long hair was blowing in front of the cold snow-like face of the stream.

He said in a low voice: "God asks, ten thousand people coffins."

Suddenly I raised my eyes and looked like flames.

The rows of golden weeping willows suddenly became bright and countless dense branches and leaves grew, trapping the zombies that were still roaring and struggling. Then, each willow tree cracked a crack. As the crack opened, the trees wrapped all the dead and suddenly sealed them.

Coffin of ten thousand people.

The largest weeping willow tree rose from the center of Chen's house, and it looked like a sharp arrow to the wind, chasing Luo Xianxian, who was constantly dodging.

But Luo Xianxian got the body made of the pinched willow. The pinched willow, Tianwen, and when he saw the ghost, they came out of one. They were all tree species brought into the mortal world from the gods of the Gou Chen Palace. For a moment, the coffin of ten thousand people transformed by Tianwen could not catch up with Luo Xianxian's petite and quick figure.

Her bright red embroidered golden phoenix robe rolled like waves in the wind, and the giant willows rose higher and higher, piercing through the barrier and soaring into the sky.

The people outside the barrier were shocked by the cracked sky wood. Those with weak spiritual power could no longer support it. They were suppressed by the powerful aura of the master and kneeled down.

As the willow tree transformed from the Spirit of Heavenly Questions grows taller and taller, it can almost bring up Haoyue. Chu Wanning's spiritual power has been released to an unprecedented level. Some of the monks around Caidie Town have bleeding pupils. Even Nangong Si's cultivation level is difficult to breathe, and his chest is tight and palpitations.

Nangong Si gritted his teeth: "There is such a person at the top of life and death? Elder Yuheng?"

Li Wuxin calmed down next to him. After all, he was the lord of a village and could still hold on. He said, "Young Master Nangong, this person is Chu Wanning!"

"What?!"

Under such a strong pressure, Nangong Si was suddenly shocked and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Is it the Master Chu... Grandmaster?"

"Young Master, don't say more."

Seeing that he was injured, Ye Wangxi raised his hand, lit two acupoints of Nangong Si, and lost some spiritual power to him. Unexpectedly, Nangong Si was not grateful, and suddenly broke away, wiping away the blood on his lips, and said, "Don't touch me."

“…”

"Mr. Ye, I'll do it." Song Qiutong was a beauty mat with a butterfly bone, and she was not affected much. She walked forward, looked at Ye Wangxi with her eyes timidly, and recommended herself in a low voice.

Ye Wangxi was not as friendly as when she first met her, so she ignored her.

Song Qiutong hit a nail in his place, turned his head and looked at Nangong Si with his eyes. Nangong Si's attitude towards her was much better than before, but he also said, "I don't need your help. I just haven't seen an old friend for many years and was surprised for a moment. Not that weak, you have to have the time to take care of others."

Mo Ran did not notice the incident between Song Qiutong and the two young masters of Rufeng.

He had fallen back to Chu Wanning's body, and looked up and saw Chu Wanning's soul fighting with Luo Xianxian. When he looked at the group of corpses temporarily sealed by thousands of willow trees, he couldn't help but feel scared.

It should be noted that such a spell is extremely spiritually consuming even under normal circumstances. What's more, Chu Wanning is still out of his body?

How unfathomable is this person’s strength?

Before I could finish thinking, I suddenly heard a burst of burst of bursting.

The withered vines of the pinched willows were ultimately beyond the question of heaven. Luo Xianxian was bound by the willow vines under the lonely moon in the sky. The lush branches and leaves quickly swallowed her up to the point where she could not be seen. The towering giant trees wrapped her into the cracked tree hole. Then the ancient willow that was ginseng and the sky slowly fell down slowly, and finally leveled with the ordinary ancient trees.

At this time, the barrier had been shattered, but the coffin of ten thousand people turned into Tianwen locked the zombies, so there was no danger for a while.

Xue Zhengyong did not dare to relax and directed the rest of the people at the top of life and death to guard each willow tree, just in case. The others followed the crowd and headed straight to the Chen house courtyard. Mo Ran did not think much about it because of the emergency situation. He picked up Chu Wanning's cold body and also went there.

When everyone arrived, the ancient willow that locked Luo Xianxian had turned into a real coffin. She lay in it, her face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes sad, her eyes were sometimes fierce, and sometimes sad.

She kept changing two voices, one was crazy, shouting: "Why stop me!! Why stop me! You all deserve to die! All deserve to die!!"

One is weak and helpless: "Brother Yan, is it you... Is the person who came here? Please... save me... I don't want to hurt anyone... Please..."

The two voices alternated over and over again, and after a long time, the coffin was silent.

By this time, Chu Wanning's soul's spiritual power was approaching the limit and could not be supported, but he actually leaned on his mind and finally pointed to the woman's eyebrows in the coffin.

"Who are you?"

The female ghost's eyes slowly opened, and there was still a scarlet red inside.

Li Wuxin said in a lost voice: "Not good!!"

Just as he was about to slash his body and took Qingqing's life, Chu Wanning was a little bit in the air, and a thunder fell down, blocking his way.
To be continued...