At this time, a black shadow that was both real and imaginary rushed towards Xu Xian. Xu Xian swung his sword with his backhand. The black shadow said with a ferocious smile: "Every sword wants to kill me." The voice was so shrill that he couldn't avoid it.

Xu Xian just slashed down with his sword, and the black shadow immediately turned into two ends, exclaiming: "How is that possible?" It twisted and wanted to come together, Xu Xian slashed down with his sword several times, and immediately turned into green smoke and disappeared, the resentful shadow was gone.

Curse Xu Xian turned a deaf ear. His body began to glow with a faint golden light, and the Qinghong Sword in his hand was also dyed with a layer of golden splendor.

A pair of golden eyes gradually revealed a ruthless flavor, and she took two quick steps to catch up with Yan Chixia in front. Yan Chixia, who was under siege, felt less pressure and felt a faint warmth. The golden light on Xu Xian behind him became more and more intense.

It was so intense that the ghosts all screamed in pain, as if they were being burned.

With a cold snort, the giant hand grabbed again, this time towards Xu Xian. Yan Chixia's sword light was flying three feet away, and she could not reach him. Xu Xian practiced well, but his body was still that of a mortal. How could he bear it?

This catch.

Xu Xian swung his sword and struck, causing sparks to fly, but it was unable to cut through it. At this time, the giant hand had already grabbed Xu Xian, and could crush Xu Xian to pieces with just one force.

Xu Xian also knew that he was at the critical moment of life and death, so he powerfully blessed the main star to the extreme. The light emitted for a moment seemed to ignite a small sun in the courtyard. The golden light turned into golden flowing fire, and his giant hand was faster than when he grabbed Yan Chixia.

He quickly retracted his hand, and his hand was already ignited with flames.

The splendid flames had the momentum to burn out everything. Yan Chixia also shrank her eyes and blurted out, "The sun is really fire!"

In a corner of Lanruo Temple, a woman was waving her hands desperately, but the golden flames on it not only did not subside, but spread upwards along the hands. The woman gritted her teeth and cut off the entire arm, and green blood flowed from the wound. On the ground.

After his arms were cut off, he no longer had a human form, and turned into a ghost hand that was twisting and burning until it burned out.

The woman looked at this scene with shock and fear, but the resentment on her face was even more profound. Even a human face was as ferocious as a demon. "If the little hoof doesn't hurry up, it won't stop Yan Chixia and everyone will be finished.

I didn’t expect such a powerful person to come to the temple.”

A young woman next to her seemed to have a ball of fire burning in her eyes as she watched this scene. It was Nie Xiaoqian. She was also complaining in her heart. She wanted to go to Xu Xian tonight and ask him to take her away from Lanruo Temple, but she didn't expect that there would be a scene at night.

There was such a big movement.

"Yes, aunt." Xiaoqian responded in a low voice, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the fight. However, she did not see how viciously the woman looked at her, and her remaining left hand slowly opened towards her.

Xiao Qianxu grabbed it.

Xiaoqian seemed unaware that the woman was determined to kill, and just when she was about to take action, Xiaoqian suddenly turned around and smiled mischievously. The smile was like a cunning little girl who had found the candy hidden by her mother, and with a little

Proud and satisfied.

In all these years, the woman has never seen this girl show such a smile. In the woman's eyes, she is always weak, sad, and sentimental. Especially when she glances at her brows, which are as beautiful as a beautiful girl holding her heart, it is even more...

The woman was filled with jealousy. However, she had never thought about how such a weak woman could survive in such a ghost cave surrounded by ghosts and remain innocent. Was she just favored by her grandma?

Xiaoqian's hair was covered with loose black hair, fluttering slightly in the night wind. The peach wood hairpin was removed at some point, and she was holding it in her hand. The other hand was holding a black doll, and the wooden hairpin was deeply pierced into the doll.

The woman's whole body was stiff, and there was a rattling in her throat: "How, how is this possible?"

The woman couldn't believe how a mere witch Gu doll could deal with her. Even if Xiaoqian hid her strength, she would never be stronger than herself. Her years of practice were far longer than this little girl's. But her numb body could not be stronger than her.

Reminding her of her failure.

Xiaoqian covered her mouth with one hand and smiled softly, while holding the doll tightly with her other hand, she slowly pressed the hairpin deeper with her thumb. "Auntie, the taste of this black hair knot is pretty good, isn't it?"

The woman took a hard look and saw that the doll was actually made of hair, and the source of the material was undoubtedly herself. She suddenly remembered Xiaoqian's job in recent years - a maid who combed her hair. She looked at Xiaoqian reluctantly every day.

Helping her comb her hair was the happiest time of her day. As the hairpins pierced deeper and deeper, the woman was completely speechless.

The Black Silk Spell Knot gathers three thousand blue hairs of the subject, and forms a puppet with his masterful hands, and he can reach death. However, the conditions for the success of this technique are also extremely strict. The hair cannot be cut and pulled out, but must fall off completely naturally.

There is no way for someone other than a close confidant to do it. This technique is so unorthodox that no one would have thought that anyone would use it.

After three years of forbearance, I finally used it today. The hairpin penetrated the doll, and the doll spontaneously ignited without fire. The woman watched her body burning, but she couldn't feel any pain at all. It was a great fear.

Devour her until death.

Xiaoqian put the hairpin back into her sleeve, her mother's words still ringing in her ears, "Xiaoqian, you have to learn how to coax people so that they won't be bullied by others!" A sad smile appeared on Xiaoqian's face: "Mother, Xiaoqian is very good at coaxing.

Human, right?"

In Lanruo Temple, in that moment of brilliance, the little ghost didn't even have time to howl and turned into smoke, and the big ghost also wailed and collapsed. Xu Xian felt a splitting headache, and the light in his soul was much dimmed. But it still emitted.

A very warm but ruthless consciousness supported him, preventing him from fainting. He bent over and gritted his teeth for a while, then said to Yan Chixia beside him, "Let's go and kill the enemy."

Yan Chixia did not hide the look of approval in her eyes, and did not come to help Xu Xian. She just strode ahead, and Xu Xian followed behind without hesitation.

The passers-by felt much more relaxed. There were not many ghosts to stop them, and the two of them walked very fast. There was a wall in front of them. As long as they crossed it, they could reach a mass of graves outside the temple, the lair of the old monster.

"Mr. Xu, help me!" A tender cry blocked the way of the two of them. Yan Chixia's heart froze. Another ghost could come close to her. But after hearing her cry for help, she did not strike with her sword, and the sword light

Staying next to Xiaoqian, surrounded by circles like swimming fish, Xiaoqian's face is even more pale, and her whole body is trembling, like a lonely little flower in the cold wind, which is endearing.

"Xiaoqian died at the age of eighteen and was buried outside Lanruo Temple. She was forced by monsters and became a slave. She had no choice but to harm others. When I saw the sincerity of the young master yesterday, I wanted him to save me from the sea of ​​misery. Although I knew that my sins were serious,

I hope you will have mercy on me." After Xiaoqian finished speaking, she knelt on the ground and looked at Xu Xian expectantly, looking at the sword light around her as if it were nothing.

Yan Chixia looked at Xu Xian. Xu Xian nodded to Yan Chixia and shook her head. Yan Chixia understood that Xu Xian meant to save her, but left the decision to herself and glanced at the light female ghost on the ground.

He said: "His Qi is light and agile, he is not someone who relies on absorbing human essence and blood to cultivate."

Xu Xian nodded and said to Nie Xiaoqian: "Get up!" His voice was so calm that even he was surprised. When he used the power of the sun in his soul, he seemed to be particularly calm and indifferent, unmoved by external objects.

With no time to think about it, the two of them and one ghost rushed outside the temple. Along the way, they listened to Xiaoqian talking about various things about this old demon. Although they couldn't be completely believed, there was always a reference. But the more they listened, the tighter Yan Chixia's brows became.

If the ghosts are like wolves that eat sheep, then the old demon is like a tiger that eats wolves. He often steals essence and blood directly from the haunted house, and the ghosts cannot resist.

Xiaoqian still has something to say, that is, the old demon has never taken anything from her, which is one of the reasons why she is jealous of all the ghosts. Some people say that she is doted on by her grandmother, but Xiaoqian really can't get over that kind of numbness.

There was no sign of favor on her face, but she had been bound here by the old demon through her bones like all the ghosts for decades. So now she took Xu Xian and the two of them to the old demon's lair and she didn't feel uneasy, but she was a little uneasy.

Hesitant, are these two really the old demon's opponents?

Yan Chixia is also thinking about this question, but no matter what, as long as a man is determined to act, he can only do it resolutely. Even if it is hell and fire, he will have no regrets.

As for Xu Xian, the person who should be feared the most has entered a strange state at this time. He has never used the power of the sun in his soul. Today, he used it for the first time, but his heart was as calm as water, and it was difficult to make any waves.

I saw a huge poplar tree standing quietly at the top of a mass of mass graves. There was a black nest on the tree, which was exactly the place where Xiaoqian said the bones were buried.

In the darkness, tombs were full of will-o'-the-wisps. In the darkness, a green ocean was formed. The green fire gathered and dispersed. Countless cries, harsh laughter, curses, and shouts of death filled the ears. It was frightening to hear it.

, if a mortal is afraid of being frightened to death on the spot, even an ordinary practitioner would be frightened.

Yan Chixia was fearless and moved forward resolutely. Xu Xian kept a faint golden light and followed behind, his face calm as if he was not facing a life-and-death fight.

Xiaoqian followed them sadly. She didn't know how many curses came towards her. The traitor never feels too good. Even she couldn't help but tremble. Xu Xian in front suddenly stopped, and Xiaoqian thought.

She almost bumped into his back in a daze, and grabbed her slender wrist with one hand, sending a burst of warmth. I don't know when the light was no longer dazzling.

Xiaoqian was pulled by the figure in the light and followed behind her. Her heart suddenly returned to calm. Is this the person she decided to marry?

But Xu Xian was thinking: If she made any slight move, he would immediately use the true fire of the sun that he had just mastered to refine and kill her. Along the way, he tried his best to absorb the power of the sun, and felt that the light in the star palace was lighting up again. He was absolutely perfect on weekdays.

There will be no such calculation and decisiveness, but when constantly absorbing the power of the sun, rationality has the upper hand like never before.

"Cough cough cough." The dry and weak cough spread throughout the hill. Under the poplar tree, an old woman sat there lazily and hunched over. The cough came from her mouth, and the hill immediately calmed down.

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"Grandma!" Xiaoqian called out with complicated emotions.

But grandma just glanced at her with cloudy eyes and said, "Here we come."

The voice was as calm as usual, but it almost made Xiaoqian cry, because for decades, this voice was so familiar.

Yan Chixia felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy. He felt that the old woman in front of him was an extremely difficult enemy to deal with. This was her territory and this time it was probably a life-and-death struggle. Just a trace of doubt slipped through his mind. Since she was a monster, how could she This is why the wood demon, who is famous for his longevity, is so old and coughing non-stop. However, considering that most of the demons are pretenders, this may be the old demon's strategy of underestimating the enemy.

The two stepped forward, Xu Xian clenched the Qinghong Sword in his hand. Yan Chixia's white flying sword shone with dazzling white light. The battle was about to break out.

"You two would like to listen to me tell a story. After the story is told, you can kill or behead me. It's up to you."

Yan Chixia and Xu Xian looked at each other, both a little surprised. They didn't want to fight, make peace, or surrender, but what story would they tell? However, the two of them didn't stop until they were within ten steps of the poplar tree, and Yan Chixia nodded. He raised his head and said: "You tell me!" No matter what conspiracy or trick there is, the flying sword at this distance is enough to kill, and the two of them are willing to take a moment to recover after a dramatic battle. Delaying time is also beneficial to them.

Yan Chixia's heroic spirit and Xu Xian's heart were as calm as water. Standing on the grave mound, the surrounding ghosts became quiet, but their hostility did not diminish at all, but the two of them regarded it as nothing. They just continued to accumulate strength, waiting for a suitable opportunity. , he struck out with thunder and killed the old monster.

As for what grandma would say, neither of them cared.

Grandma coughed heavily a few more times, as if she wanted to cough cleanly. The coughing slowly stopped, and Grandma's old voice sounded in the silent graveyard.

"Three hundred years ago, there was no Lanruo Temple here, but a forest of poplar trees, and my body was just one of them. Later, a group of people came and cut down trees day and night, and built this Lanruo Temple with our bodies. My life was good, and I happened to be hit by it. At the side of the temple, no one cut it down and turned it into purlins and beams, so it survived.

Some monks began to bury dead people under this tree. I don’t know how they died, but some of them looked very hideous. At that time, I got blood essence from some dead people, and I began to grow up. I even had my own body without knowing it. idea.

Decades later, this place has become a mass grave. There are many people who are unwilling to leave even after they die, or who are unable to leave. At that time, the monks in the temple wanted to kill themselves and disperse these many ghosts. .But at that time, I already had some ability to protect myself and protect them, like the crows above me, so they called me grandma.

They always wanted to enter the temple, but the Buddha's light was too strong. Until one day, the morning bells and evening drums that they had listened to for hundreds of years suddenly disappeared. The monks all left, not because of ghosts, but because someone built a bigger and better road.

They were so happy that they rushed into the temple and killed the remaining monks. Although after so many years, I no longer know who they hate? In fact, I think the sutras taught by those monks also have some truth, although I don’t understand people very well. principle.

In the cycle of cause and effect, there are rules here, like human rules. I don’t allow them to leave Lanruo Temple. I wrap my roots tightly around them. But I feel that the longer they stay, the more muddy they become. Only Xiaoqian is still It's so clear, it's really rare. I've tried my best to help them, sucking the blood and essence they got from other people, but it's no use, not at all, maybe only a little, but I'm exhausted."

Xiaoqian's eyes widened. Her grandma sucked the essence and blood from ghosts and monsters. There is no ghost that she hates or fears, but she didn't expect it to be because of this. Tears fell from her eyes. She seemed to understand where her grandma's love for her came from.
Chapter completed!