Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Pain, hope, despair, pleading, resentment...

All emotions turned into mountain-like shadows and pressed down on Song Qingxiao, making her feel the mood of these people before they died again and again.

Song Qingxiao seemed to be experiencing countless lives and deaths in the cycle of reincarnation. Pain came second. The key was that this unwillingness mixed with despair was a great shock to her.

Especially when this kind of pain replicates in her body, she can better understand the feelings of these people.

...

"How can it be?"

Meng Fanglan murmured in disbelief.

Song Qingxiao experienced thousands of death methods in an instant after her Nine Nether Soul Transferring Dafa was unfolded.

Divine Soul was suddenly shocked by this pain, and not only did not collapse--

On the contrary, she vaguely felt that Song Qingxiao's aura seemed to rise under the impact of Jiuyou Soul Transferring Dafa, and Meng Fanglan seemed to help her.

"Who on earth are you?"

Under the influence of Jiuyou Soul Transferring Dafa, she could sense Song Qingxiao's thoughts.

After thousands of deaths, Song Qing's soul gradually stabilized and even lost her control.

A large amount of spiritual power escaped from Song Qingxiao's body, absorbed by the treasure on her body, and turned into a light blue flame to ignite.

‘Boom Rumble—’

The flames centered on her body and began to sweep around, further helping the purple flames in the chaotic blue lamp.

The flame was supposed to be hot, but it was extremely low at this time, but on the contrary, it was even more scorching, and it actually covered the extreme coldness.

Song Qing's small eyes slowly opened, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it in front of him.

In the eyes of ordinary people, her movement seemed extremely slow, but in the eyes of practitioners, she seemed to be astonishingly fast.

That sluggish move was only the afterimage of the falling, causing the illusion of sluggishness.

When this hand stretched over, it broke through the blockade of void and spiritual power, and directly grabbed a piece of white silk in the palm of his hand.

"come out!"

Song Qing said in a deep voice.

The sound fell into Meng Fanglan's ears and shocked her soul.

Before she died, her resentment was overwhelming, and she was able to prove her own way by slaughtering blood relatives, and took advantage of the landform of Shenzhuang to cultivate into the body of the evil spirit.

Logically speaking, the corpse and the soul have already been refined and become one with the heaven and the earth.

When the heart is moving at will, the body can be frozen and the soul can be transformed, and the average monk can't hold her at all.

But after Song Qingxiao's words fell, Meng Fanglan found that she couldn't dodge at all. When she stretched out her hand to catch it, she seemed to have lost all of her lightness, and the white silk wrapped around her neck was caught in her palm.

"what--"

Amid the screams, Song Qingxiao grabbed her and pulled out the entity.

It seems that the scene three hundred years ago is reappearing again. She and Shen Zhening have agreed to die in love, and go to Huangquan to continue their relationship.

The moment she hanged herself, her neck bone was broken, and the feeling of suffocation came along with the shadow of death, followed by monstrous resentment.

Even after many years of her practice, the scene before her death still stimulated her to spit out the roots of her tongue.

Meng Fanglan's eyes quickly turned blood red, and two fangs protruded out of her mouth, digging into her long hair.

But what responded to her was a fierce and cruel fist, as well as Song Qingxiao's cold rebuke:

"Damn you!"

The more you are affected by the Nine Nether Soul Transferring Dafa, the more you know what an unforgivable sin the female ghost in front of you has committed!

The shadow of the fist is mixed with the power of slaying the dragon and the resentment of the undead, which transforms into the power of the sky, and hit it out with a ‘bang’!

"This punch was made for your parents!"

When Song Qingxiao shouted, another scene emerged in his mind.

Two years after Meng Fanglan's death, the Meng family had frequent strange incidents.

After the silk case, the Meng family suffered a severe blow, business plummeted, and the elders of the family were imprisoned, died, and exiled. The old Meng family has fallen apart.

The subordinates in the family were snobbish, and took advantage of the injury to the master's house and stole the things from the house and fled.

But Meng Fanglan's parents lost their beloved daughter, and the family hated them deeply, and the life was difficult.

In contrast, the Shen family's pride in the spring breeze made the Meng family's evening scene even more bleak and declining.

Meng Fanglan’s sacrifice day is approaching, but the livestock kept at home frequently seem to have been sucked blood and blood by unknown beasts.

The family was in panic, and the few remaining servants fled and avoided.

There are rumors outside that the Meng’s house is dirty and haunted.

Some people say that a masked female ghost in red was seen wandering in the mulberry field at night, shouting "Shen Lang".

The family reluctantly pooled money to invite the monk and Taoist priest, in an attempt to drive away evil spirits.

The house was covered with yellow paper, sprinkled with chicken blood, stained with rooster feathers, and wanted to suppress the ghosts.

Meng Fanglan's parents were mixed.

The couple lost their beloved daughter two years ago, and their lives have been extremely difficult since then. They were jailed and suffered a lot. They were lucky enough to get their lives back and were excluded by the clan.

After two years of staying up for two years, I have long since disappeared from the situation of pampering and giving up. It seems that I am more than twenty years old.

Regarding the rumors in the clan, the couple was both scared and joyful.

Naturally, the fear is that after this incident, the people in the clan may not be able to tolerate them in this room, and they will always be squeezed out with hatred in the future.

What is happy is that if the ghost of the daughter-in-law becomes a spirit, she also looks forward to dreaming at night to understand the pain of her parents' longing.

Although I hated my daughter back then, it was after all the flesh and blood of my dearest relatives, who grew up in the palm of his hand, regarded as a pearl.

As soon as she died, those hatreds turned into misses.

Whenever I saw the old things in the house and recalled her words and deeds before her life, she became more sleepless at night, tears on her clothes.

On the day of Meng Fanglan’s memorial day, both parents and relatives secretly hid in the house, uncovering the yellow talisman, peach sword, etc. in the house, fearing that their daughter would not be doing well after her death, burning incense and candles for her, hoping that she would have a dream at night, but also I hope she can be reincarnated as an adult soon.

In this state of mind, Meng Fanglan really showed up that night.

But it was completely different from the scene where the mother and daughter met in tears as her parents thought. Meng Fanglan's grievances appeared, which brought endless nightmares to the Meng family.

She became blood stiff, and when she saw her appear, her mother who was surprised and delighted would bite to death.

It was supposed to be a scene where relatives met to resolve their grudges, and it turned into a death date for blood relatives.

The joy on the faces of father, elder brother and sister-in-law, etc. turned into horror, and blood was splashed all over the room, dyeing all the sacrifices still in the room red.

She killed the bloodline of Meng's closest relatives, from grandparents to nieces and daughters.

Happy events turn sad.

This is the last memory in Meng Mu's heart. Since then, it has been a day when her soul was detained and tortured by her for more than three hundred years, and she would never get away.

...

The fist hit her and hit her in the face with a ‘bang’.

Strangely speaking, Meng Fanglan's body has already been cultivated to the yin realm, not to mention punches and kicks, even the Xuantian-level spirit treasures can hardly break her body.

But even if Song Qingxiao didn't use the Qing Ming Ling Ling for this fist, when the fist fell on her face, the face that was as solid as copper and iron seemed to be irresistible.

The power of thought wrapped in her fist melted her evil spirits away, and the fist wind drove straight in, sweeping her soul.

Wherever the fist went, the bones of the face made a cracking sound of "click".

The bridge of the nose bends and then sinks in.

The face was like mud, and the place where the fist hits, leaving several deep marks.

An inexplicable feeling rushed towards Meng Fanglan’s soul sea, like the gentle murmur of her mother when she was a child, and her parents were harsh but petting her, hitting her head shifted, her bone neck fractured, and her head back. Fold back, almost close to the back of the vest.

"what!!!"

This emotional impact is tantamount to a great stimulus to Meng Fanglan, causing her to scream with bitterness and resentment.

Song Qing succeeded in a hit, and hit back again:

"This punch was made for Li Guochao and Zhang Shouyi!"

Bewitched by the power of her resentment, they committed terrible mistakes, their hands were stained with blood, and they still can't rest.

'boom! ’

The boxing sounded again, hitting Meng Fanglan's shoulder.

Her shoulder bones shattered, and her arms fell like noodles amidst her screams.

"This is for the victims who died in your hands three hundred years ago!"

Among these people, there are the Meng clan creatures who were slaughtered by her, and the people from Shenzhuang who later became elites.

Including the peasant woman picking mulberry in the mouth of Master Shen, she gave birth to ghost chrysalis after encountering a ghost, and died of being sucked up.

...

"This punch is for the people in Shenzhuang!"

Because of Meng Fanglan's personal selfishness, the people in the city died tragically and innocently. After death, they became her ghosts, who could never live beyond.

"There are thousands of dead souls here. For the people of Shenzhuang, for the numerous bones under the tomb."

Song Qingxiao reached an extremely mysterious realm deep in his heart at this time.

The state of mind that has experienced refining is extremely calm, but at the same time it is affected by the Nine Nether Soul Transferring Dafa, and feeling the tragic death of these people, I am extremely angry at Meng Fanglan's behavior.

They are just ordinary people, even if they are wronged or angry, but they are treated like this, it is difficult to vent.

At this moment, it was like shouting through her mouth and attacking through her hand.

The moment she shouted out these words, the resentful souls in the ground that were originally under the suppression of Meng Fanglan, who had no power to fight back, seemed to be quiet again.

‘Kakka—’

The piles of bones shook again, as if the grievances in their hearts were aroused by her words, and they wanted to stand up again.

In the black fog, grimaces emerged one after another, showing an expression of distress.

They had no tears, they died in her hands, but they were controlled by her, showing their inner resentment.

The cry of ‘oooo’ is pitiful.

The power of this punch is extremely heavy.

Meng Fanglan found that she had made a wrong move. Her Nine Nethers' Soul Transferring Dafa did not cause Song Qing's little soul to collapse, but instead made her resonate with these resentful spirits to a certain extent.

As a result, these ghosts, who were originally controlled by her, seemed to have a posture of wanting to "partially" Song Qingxiao.

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-’

The stronger the cry, the stronger Song Qing's'potential'!

Meng Fanglan even discovered that the ‘situation’ that she originally controlled had a posture that Song Qingxiao would take away.

how can that be!

The fist hit her chest, denting her chest heavily.

‘Boom! ’

Under the impact of gravity, her body bowed backward, like a cooked shrimp.

The Bai Ling, full of her resentment, held one end in Song Qingxiao's hand, while wrapping her neck.

In three hundred years, this white silk has long been turned into an extraordinary object of resentment, indestructible.

But at this time, under Song Qing's small gravity blow, after her body flew out, the resentful Bai Ling also seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the punch, and tore apart.

Her body was blown out, fell into the swarm of ghosts, swallowed by the black mist, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

...

The sound of ‘boom boom’ was over, but the echo and the terrible battle still remained in everyone's hearts.

"She, is she dead?"

In my ears are the howlings of ghosts, mourning their experiences, and pitying their misfortunes.

Song Changqing's eyes widened, and Meng Fanglan was no longer visible. He only stared at Song Qingxiao who was in the air, and asked subconsciously.

Dong Qin Wu Wo pursed his lips, his eyes were full of horror, but he did not answer Song Changqing's question.

"Qiji!" In his heart, it was this thought that came and went:

"She actually took away Meng Fanglan's vitality! This has already touched the threshold of the power of good fortune!"

"The ancestors once said that if anyone touches the door of the power of good fortune, it is like finding the way to enter."

"Why?" Dong Qin Wuwo murmured, the goose bumps on his body came out layer by layer, his fists tightly clenched:

"Confucianism is the closest method to Taoism, but why can such a person not practice Confucianism and respect the documents and scripts, but can still touch the gate of heaven?"

"what why?"

The veteran Taoist's cultivation realm couldn't sense the power of Qi and good fortune, but he sensed that Song Qingxiao had already taken the lead and gained the help of the ghost here.

This is a great thing for her.

Manpower will come to an end.

But if one person can’t do it, you can gather the power of a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand families, if everyone works together, when one person will conquer the sky.

He didn't hear Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​heartfelt voice, only the ‘why’ he yelled out, mixed with the howling of thousands of ghosts, it was very distinct.

As soon as the old Taoist asked, Dong Qin Wuwo shook his head and calmed his mind:

"Nothing... Meng Fanglan hasn't yet..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a harsh female voice sternly denounced:

"Why cry!"

This is Meng Fanglan's voice!

Everyone was shocked, only to see the voices of those ghosts in the black mist.

But I don't know if Song Qingxiao beat Meng Fanglan violently before, and his manner of venting for them affected them. After Meng Fanglan's shout, the ghosts were only temporarily sluggish for a while.

After the initial fear and resentment, then an endless heart of resistance arose.

"Ohh Ohh ohh--"

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Wan Gui began to'rebel'. They died of ignorance before they were alive, and the pain continued after death, and they were held hostage by her.

After death, she was always driven by her, confused, desperate and fearful.

There was no chance to resist during his lifetime, and after death, he wanted to try his best. For this reason, he would burn the jade and the stone!

Amidst the cries of ghosts, the resentment prevailed here.

But unlike the previous situation that suppressed everyone, the resentment at this time was not sweeping over Song Qingxiao, Dongqin Wuyou, and the old Taoist priests, but began to attack Meng Fanglan's spirit.

"This, this is the backlash of all ghosts..."

The black clouds rolled, and the ghosts were crying.

The veteran Taoist saw that a red shadow was repeatedly hit in the black air.

Together with the riots of Wangui, Meng Fanglan was restrained.