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The little girl looked at that side with hatred, and whispered in her mouth: "It's obvious that you are a waste, you can't practice at all, you are seriously ill and you can't live long, why can you still be liked by her so much, am I not a younger sister... ..."

Then Xie Yixuan's father came to find her, and the little girl quickly changed into a sweet smile and greeted her elders.

"It's Zhichun." Xie Yixuan's father replied casually, skipping over the girl, pulling Xie Yixuan to Xie Zhichun's side, saying: "The one just now was just an illegitimate daughter born to the head of the family and a woman, don't worry about it. After a while, behave well in front of the eldest lady, have you remembered everything I taught you?"

Xie Yixuan looked back by accident, and saw the illegitimate daughter Xie Zhizheng of his father standing there quietly, with a blank expression on his face, meeting the gaze he was looking at, and slowly revealing a sinister smile full of deep threats.

After returning home, Xie Yixuan fell ill, and in his dream was a pair of eyes full of coldness and hatred that he could not get rid of.

Later, no matter what his father said, Xie Yixuan was unwilling to go to the Lord's house again, and only heard a little bit of related news sporadically.One day, when he was seriously warned by his father not to be rude to Xie Zhizheng, he suddenly realized that he hadn't heard from Miss Xie's family for a long time. His father kept his mouth shut, and finally said: "The main family is of the same line, only Xie Zhizheng is left."

Xie Yixuan was woken up from his memories by the shouts, and looked forward in horror, only to see a black paste-like shadow rising from the top of the mountain and climbing onto the bow, pulling the boat towards the ground with its teeth and claws, the ground was covered with spider webs. There were gaps, black shadows poured out of the narrow gaps, the boat was half tilted, and everyone shouted in fright and managed to stabilize their figures.

Xie Zhichun jumped to the top of the painting boat, looked at the pile of black objects, and said in a low voice: "Wild ghosts...feed on the fear and hatred in the spiritual consciousness, and can suck the spiritual consciousness of practitioners dry." Between the words , there was a shimmering lyre in his hand, and as his light white fingers plucked casually, the melody full of chilling meaning protruded, turning into blades and flying towards the wild ghosts!

The melody implies killing intent, which is always against the wild ghosts transformed by negative emotions.With a roar, the wild ghost grabbed the black shadow on the bow of the painting boat and retracted it in pain. It turned to Xie Zhichun to grab it, and the painting boat slowly returned to its original position.

Xie Zhichun's movements of plucking the strings with his fingertips became faster and faster, and he attacked again and again, causing the wild ghosts to howl continuously.

The disciples of the Xie family on the boat were still in doubt, and were even more surprised that Xie Zhichun didn't use methods from his own family. The elder who had been cultivated for a while shouted loudly: "What are you doing stupidly, and you don't help!" To the wild ghost, the devilish energy is like entering a quagmire, never to return.

Helian boarded the dark iron boat at the back and felt that the boat in front of him stopped suddenly, so he yelled and stopped, saying: "The Xie family suddenly did not leave, either there was an ambush or they were in danger, we wait here, and we will wait until they move." Walk."

While Yangyang was proud of his clever calculations, Helian didn't even notice that a pool of black liquid was slowly swimming towards the bottom of the boat.The ground also cracked imperceptibly, and dots of black shadows floated up.

On the other side was a broken dead tree, Qin Qing, who had lost the Xie family and the Helian ghost clan, stood on the top of the tree and roared at the wild ghost, frowned and said: Xie Zhichun once said that the best way to meet wild ghosts is to It is to retreat with one blow, not to love to fight, otherwise its roar will summon more wild ghosts...

The reddish-brown ground under the dead tree suddenly cracked a long gap, and a pile of black paste overflowed and spread out, flowing slowly in one direction. .

Qin Qing restrained his breath and followed quietly.

In the vast white mist, the surrounding landscape was constantly changing. In the blink of an eye, the trees turned into petrified petrified leaves to disturb people's sight. If it weren't for the black liquid flowing on the ground, Qin Qing would never have dared to act rashly.

As he walked forward, Qin Qing reckoned that he had been walking for more than an hour, and the ground was covered with churning black mush in all directions, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the direction.

Fortunately, the surrounding dead trees are slanted, and the mountains and rocks are broken. They are all traces of the demonic energy that has just ravaged and fought, but they can follow the direction of the demonic energy.

A familiar roar came from the front: "What the hell are these! They can't be killed! What kind of road is the Xie family going!"

On weekdays, Li Helian spends very little time in cultivation, and his cultivation is all based on the pile of pills. Seeing the danger, he pushes the people next to him out, but he can only resist for a while, and he is confronted by the black liquid soon after.Devil energy attacks are ineffective, only divine sense attacks can barely resist.Moreover, the Changling White Mist has a erosive effect on the spiritual consciousness, and the farther the spiritual consciousness is from the body, the more it will be weakened.

He Lian's spiritual sense is not tempered, he can only turn into a small knife and return to the defense, jumping left and right to avoid embarrassment.The Xie family’s painting boat stopped and stopped along the way, and Helian’s family also followed along. When Helian started to retreat, he was entangled in more and more blackness and couldn’t go any further. The direction of the time has been lost.

Unknowingly, the iron boat and the painted boat are very close.

A white shadow crossed the bow of the Helian Ghost Clan boat, and lightly landed on the corner of the boat.On the boat, the disciples of the Xie family gritted their teeth and dealt with the wild ghost in front of them, but they didn't realize that there was one more person, but the black liquid all over the ground rushed towards the figure like being splashed.

Qin Qing, dressed in white, stood beside the carved fence, glanced casually with an indifferent expression, and the pile of black mush froze in mid-air as if frozen, and quickly shrank back.

Years of painful torment from the poison of the nine-day hellfire had polished Qin Qing's consciousness to tenacity and sharpness, and it wasn't the kind of wild ghosts who dared to covet and devour it.

Qin Qing walked forward, and the black liquid around him quietly moved away as if with wisdom, and opened up a clean area.

"Who is this person!" A disciple of the Xie family noticed the strange movement and said in shock, "Why didn't the wild ghost attack her?"

Some people couldn't bear it anymore and begged for help, only to see the woman's eyes flicked past her, without stopping even for a breath, looking towards the place where the movement was the biggest.

There were ruthless and cold-blooded curses behind him, Qin Qing was unmoved, seeing Xie Zhichun confronting the two Houtian elders in mid-air, he lifted himself up and jumped.

An old man with a long beard yelled anxiously: "Xie Zhichun! What the hell are you doing!"

After many years of testing, the Xie family found that it is most suitable for people who are innate to bring at most two acquired ranks. The little ghosts and monsters on the road can barely be dealt with. It even attracted the wild ghost king, leading to the annihilation of the whole army.Now the two old men on the boat have not made any progress for many years, and the deadline is approaching, so they asked to open the way.

The two old men looked at each other, and became suspicious of Xie Zhichun who was slowing down the process and attracting more and more wild ghosts to hide the magic weapon prepared by the clan.

Xie Zhichun, who had just split a streak of black liquid, acted as if he hadn't heard, stared blankly at the black shadow moving in the mist, and said softly, "Here we come."

A hideous viscous ghost suddenly appeared in front of the painting boat, and the negative emotions such as strong jealousy and hatred condensed into a real thing. It was so huge that it seemed to cover the sky and cover the sun.

"It's the king of wild ghosts----!"

The expressions of the two Houtian elders changed in horror, and they fled away quickly, without any will to fight.

Xie Zhichun hung in the air, standing in front of the Wild Ghost King, with a faint smile on his lips, and slowly closed his eyes, as if a petite figure who had run away appeared in front of him.

"Knowing..."

The wild ghost king roared at the sky, and waved his palm at the person blocking the way in front of him!

Chapter 31

A flash of white light flashed, and Qin Qing took Xie Zhichun to stand on a red-black tree crown that had been slanted in half from top to bottom.

Xie Zhichun firmly stood firm, raised his eyes to look at the stranger, recognized Qin Qing at a glance, and sighed: "Why bother."

Qin Qing just said: "Have you thought about it?"

"Are you here for one last confirmation?" Xie Zhichun smiled wryly, "It's so heartless, can't you save me the last bit of face. I have to admit that I have a desire to die..."

"That's right, I've thought about it."

Qin Qing gave Xie Zhichun a deep look.

On the other side, the wild ghost king's heavy figure with red light faintly overturned the whole painting boat with a heavy palm. Entangling and entangled, faint black shadows float around, absorbing the fear from the depths of the spiritual consciousness, gradually condensing into a liquid and turning into a new wild ghost.