Watch Out! Danger Ahead

The chins of the two scrambling disciples were about to fall to the ground, and the Changxiang in Song Changqing's hand could not be grasped, and fell onto the back of his feet.

The little girl happened to be at the age when she was just learning to speak, so Song Changqing taught her how to call "Brother" when she was free.

She has been teaching tirelessly every day for a long time, and she knows that the first person named ‘senior brother’ is herself.

She usually only knows to spit bubbles at herself, but she didn't expect that when she spoke at this moment, she would call someone'daddy'.

"Wow!"

The more the child thought about it, the more aggrieved, and suddenly burst into tears.

A mature and sensible boy who is forced to be a mature and sensible boy in front of children on weekdays, now he dances and cries:

"I don't want you to be called Dad...Wow...I want you to be called Senior Brother...Why don't you call me first...Wow..."

"..."

The second elder brother, who was slightly older than Song Changqing, looked at a loss. Seeing the performance of the elder brother, he showed a dumbfounded look.

The old Taoist hugged the little girl who cried and called ‘Father’ after she fell into a fight, and on the other hand, he cried very sadly when he saw Song Changqing.

He seemed to have been robbed of his mind, and his eyes were accusing the old Taoist priest.

The big and the small were crying, and the quarrel made the old Taoist have a headache.

Song Qing's first birthday was spent amidst the cries of two children.

With the first time of speaking, the little girl's lips gradually became more sharp, and there was more time to call "Daddy".

Every time the old Taoist heard her speak, he got a headache.

He was born in late gold, but because of the practitioners, his life expectancy is far better than that of ordinary people.

In terms of age, I'm afraid it's enough to be a grandfather of a little girl.

Aunt Wu goes up the mountain all the year round, because there are still children on the mountain who have not reached the realm of bigu, and she still needs to eat the universal cooking fire.

If Aunt Wu's family heard her calling herself a ‘father’, the old Taoist would not have the face to see people.

So when the little girl was toddler, he was holding the sweat scarf, and he also tended to follow behind him, and he kept teaching: "Call Master... Call Master..."

When I cooked the food hard and took a bite to feed her, I didn’t forget to remind her:

"Call Master... Call Master..."

But every time I taught for a long time, the child always grinned: "Father—"

The old Taoist scolded her with a straight face, until the child looked at him with tears and crying, and he was so soft-hearted that he hugged the little baby in his arms and coaxed him.

Once he coaxed people, the aggrieved baby cried loudly.

As a result, it will be more difficult to correct.

It wasn't until the child grew up, and when he was three or five years old, that he finally became ignorant of the governor, and only then did he learn to be called "master".

It’s just that, deep down in her heart, she never understood why the person who raised her, cared for her, and raised her was not called a father, but a master.

The old Taoist’s surname is Song, and she is also surnamed Song. Why is Song Changqing not an elder brother, but a big brother.

In the world of children, this is her biggest doubt.

But as I grew older, I became accustomed to calling the old Taoist "master" and Song Changqing the "big brother", those pasts were gradually forgotten.

Although her life in Yunhushan was very difficult, she was pampered by a stern but loving elder, pampered by a big brother.

When she was young, Song Changqing himself was only a teenager, but he often carried her on his back and led her around.

Time is like an arrow, years are like a shuttle, she grows bigger and bigger, with the love of the old Taoist priests and the favor of two seniors.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was destined to have a life and death catastrophe that needed to be broken at the age of eighteen, she might not even know what the worries of the world were.

…

Waking up from a big dream.

When Song Changqing entered the room, cleaned up the room for her, and talked about going down the mountain to Shenzhuang, Song Qingxiao's memories of being blocked once came back bit by bit.

"If you can't produce decent results, the master should scold again."

"It's messy in the room, and I don't usually concentrate on making charms. I know every day I play silly things..."

…

"It's fierce and evil all day long, she doesn't look like a girl at all..."

Song Qing's small consciousness seemed to have returned to the day when he entered the trial space, when Song Changqing broke into her room and talked about it.

But this time she was no longer as defensive and indifferent as she was at the beginning, but was a little closer and familiar.

…

In the underground tomb, Song Qingxiao's eyes closed tightly, and two tears slowly came out.

This big dream that lasted for seventeen years for her was actually in the present world, but it was just a moment.

But this dream is too important to her.

The old Taoist priest in the dream took good care of her, stern and kind;

Song Changqing, the senior brother, is honest, but he treats her like a close sister of flesh and blood to protect her.

The veteran Taoist taught her to read and read, to meditate and draw talisman. He once fed her soup. When she was sick, she was as anxious and worried as every parent in the world. Even with his magical powers, he knew that Song Qingxiao would be fine. But still personally waiting.

She was originally born in the empire, her father has long since disappeared, and her mother has neglected her duty. The emotions that she lacked in her childhood have been supplemented in this dream.

Originally, I didn't understand the old Taoist priests' maintenance of ordinary people. After waking up from this dream, when I recalled the various things on the car and boat, I felt different.

As she opened her eyes, the dreamlike scene faded like a tide, and what came into her eyes was a ghost cave underground.

But the lack in her heart seemed to be filled in a big dream. Facing such a terrifying scene, there was only a calm and warm feeling in her heart.

"It turned out to be an abandoned baby..."

On his back, it was heavy, as if he was carrying something cold and decayed.

Meng Fanglan's gloomy voice rang in her ears, "I found your weakness."

A pair of cold and stiff arms came around her neck, like an entangled python.

When she was immersed in a big dream, she was approached by this female ghost.

Before it could solve her, Song Qingxiao saw a ghost crawling out of the abyss ghost realm on the other side, and quickly moved closer to the old Taoist sitting in the bone mountain.

A fierce color flashed in Song Qingxiao's eyes. After experiencing the dream, the old Taoist priest naturally became more different in her heart. Of course, these ghosts could not be allowed to hurt him.

"roll!"

Her figure suddenly disappeared with the restraint in place, appeared above the body of the old Taoist, waved a sword to cut it out, and firmly protected the old Taoist and others below.

As soon as the voice fell, the abyss ghost realm continued to expand, and countless black silk threads "wish" came out of it and turned into thousands of ghosts, crawling into the bone mountain, crawling to the place where the old Taoist and others stayed temporarily. .

"Gluck..."

In Meng Fanglan's piercing laughter, these ghosts were quickly approaching the old Taoist priests and others.

"Frozen."

A large amount of ice-type spiritual power gushes out of Song Qing's small body, and these ice-type powers have also turned into countless ice dragons about the length of their fingers, and they have also dived into the bone pile.

This is the first time since entering the Hedao Realm, she has controlled so much spiritual power with her divine consciousness.

Almost 50% of the divine consciousness has been consumed at the moment the voice was spoken.

Countless ice dragons burrowed into Bone Mountain, blocking the progress of those ghosts.

"Humph!"

In Meng Fanglan's sneer, Song Qingxiao felt that her neck was tightened by something.

"Junior Sister!"

"Qing Xiao!"

The red light flashed, and the old Taoist priest and others below could clearly see her appearance.

Under the red light, a huge black tree rose slowly.

A white silk was hung around her neck at some point, and her body was hung in the air.

"Hahahahaha..."

Meng Fanglan's arrogant and cold laughter rang out, and Song Qingxiao felt that the white silk on her neck made her breathless.

The meaning of coldness continuously penetrated into her body from the white silk, completely sealing her body's spiritual power, spells, and divine consciousness.

"This Meng Fanglan's Bai Ling is so powerful."

This thought flashed through her mind, and at the same time the long tail swayed off the sand and rocks.

But no matter how she struggled, the white silk continued to hang her in the air.

The scales on her body seemed to be powerless to prevent the invasion of Yin Qi. She tried to control the Heaven-Shuking Dragon with her divine soul and cut the white silk into pieces—

But as soon as she was restrained, the ice dragon controlled by her divine sense below was quickly broken through the blockade by Ghost Gu, and was about to get into the body of the old Taoist priest and others.

At this moment, what first appeared in her mind was the stern and loving face of the old Taoist priest, whom Song Changqing took care of everywhere.

She didn't even have time to think about the consequences of her being sealed by this white silk, and subconsciously let go of the long sword in her hand.

The long sword fell and immediately turned into a golden dragon, roaring around the old Taoist priest and others, forming a golden light and shadow.

Above the light and shadow, thunder light flickered, fierce sword energy overflowed, driving out the ghost Gu that intended to invade.

"Hum hum…"

After several cold laughter, Song Qing's small body was lifted higher and higher.

That Bai Ling was the thing that Meng Fanglan hanged and died in the past, and she was buried in a mulberry tree.

For hundreds of years, he was full of her grievances, and became a yin and evil into the heavens, whose magical powers were no longer under the treasure.

At this moment, with the resentment within Bai Lingzhi, Song Qing was hung up high and tightened.

Under the action of Yin Qi, spiritual power and divine consciousness are all sealed.

If it weren't for Song Qing's tyrannical body, I am afraid that Bai Ling would have been strangled to death.

And the people below, shrouded by sword light, saw a burst of black energy on Song Qingxiao's body.

Under the tall tree shadow, Meng Fanglan's figure slowly crawled out from the top of the canopy.

The pitch-black hair fell down, swaying with the Yin Qi, her body stood upside down and crawled over the small body of Song Qing along the dangling white silk.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang... Shen Lang..."

Amidst the grieving and gloomy calls, she was getting closer and closer to Song Qingxiao.

Countless black qi emerged from the abyss ghost realm, turned into ghosts, and firmly hugged Song Qing's small long tail.

As soon as these ghosts came out, their eyes turned red, and their mouths opened wide, gnawing the flesh and blood on her body.

The scale armor was corroded by the strong Yin Qi and gradually lost its luster.

The black thread drills above the ground were entangled in the bone mountain, causing these dead bones that had lost their spirit bodies to roll slowly.

The skeletons were picked up by Yin Qi, and grouped in midair, gradually forming an extremely terrifying behemoth.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang..."

Song Qingxiao heard Meng Fanglan's screaming call, and every time she called, the white silk tied around her neck tightened tighter.

Thousands of black threads fell on her head and face, like poisonous snakes, digging into her neck and shoulder bones, trying to pierce her flesh and blood.

The cold hand gradually approached, and a strong resentment rushed toward his face with monstrous malice.

She couldn't see the scene above her head, but she could feel it, and Meng Fanglan opened her huge mouth.

The stench came out with the yin wind, and it would be extremely tricky if it was inhaled by these nine ghost kings.

But her long tail seemed to be held back by a force that weighed over ten thousand miles, and a large amount of Yin Qi trapped her, making it difficult for her to get out of the tail.

But Zhu Tian, ​​who was connected with her mind, was guarding the old Taoist priests and others, and did not dare to act rashly.

She heard the abnormal movement of the skeleton in her ear, and she also sensed the rolling of Yin Qi here.

The old Taoist priests were waiting anxiously to save her, but their power, in the underground tomb, seemed to be insufficient.

The Chaos Blue Lantern was still too weak, and that little Zi Yan couldn't stop it in front of the strength of the Nine You Ghost King level.

Meng Fanglan's power to divide the soul is already very powerful, but the power of the body is many times better than that of the soul.

The hair was hanging down, and two cold ghost claws had already clasped her shoulders. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The sharp claws pierced her defenses easily and pierced her flesh and blood.

The strong yin and evil air blocked the gushing blood, and the ghost air invaded her lungs, making her body seem to have fallen into an ice cellar.

At the critical moment, Song Qingxiao did not care about anything else, and forcibly summoned Qing Ming Ling and held it in his hand.

"Go away..."

Her power was blocked, and this smashing power should have been ineffective for Meng Fanglan, who had reached the realm of the Nine Ghosts.

The corner of Meng Fanglan's mouth hidden under her black hair grinned with a terrifying mouth. She didn't care about her raised fist, and even slowly spit out her own long tongue.

But what happened in the next moment was largely out of the female ghost's expectation.

The moment that the inconspicuous token held by Song Qingxiao slapped her face, there was a crisp bang, which immediately smashed Meng Fanglan's skull.

A feeling of coldness that was far heavier than her own evil spirit dissipated, and the resentment in her body was like a flood of opening gates, ‘wow’ rushed out.

What she appeared was the body. This corpse had experienced three hundred years of time, absorbed the air of resentment, and had the blood sacrifices of the Meng Family and two rounds of slaughterhouses.

But at this time, under this weird black token, it was as crisp as an egg shell, and it was easily smashed.

The long-lost pain caused by the damage to the body caused the female ghost, who had been dead for more than 300 years, to let out a heart-piercing cry, which was several times greater than the damage caused by the Chaos Blue Light.

The pain of the broken body was second. The most important thing was that Meng Fanglan felt her soul under the impact, shaking violently like water in a tank.