Watch Out! Danger Ahead

After going down the mountain, the young man who has not performed very well all the way, his eyes are full of perseverance at this time.

Facing the female ghost's gloomy sight, he didn't back away at all, even afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he said again:

"I am Shen Zhening."

He speaks categorically, just like the tone he used when he said he wanted to save Song Qing when he was a child.

"what?"

Dong Qin Wuwo thought that he was bound to die, but he did not expect that at this time, someone would admit that he was Shen Zhening.

His eyes widened, and the little hand that was pressing on his chest slowly pulled away.

Fingernails scratched between his chest, cut the flesh and made a small noise.

The tingling penetrates into his sea of ​​consciousness, and the yin qi penetrates into his blood.

In a flash of red light, the figure of Meng Fanglan who was standing in front of him had disappeared.

"Brother..."

Under the shadow of the tree, Song Qingxiao was taken aback for a moment.

Song Changqing's face turned around, with a warmth in his eyes.

His eyes fell on Song Qingxiao's broken abdomen, showing a little distress, and then this distress turned into unstoppable courage and determination.

"Don't worry." There was such a comforting expression in his eyes:

"Senior brother won't let you have something to do."

His skills are not deep.

He has practiced and studied step by step under the tutelage of an old Taoist since he was a child. He didn't have the adventures of Song Qingxiao's life and death trials, nor did he have the talents of hers. He has only cultivated to the realm of enlightenment.

After all the way down the mountain, his performance was not outstanding. No one thought that he would make such a decision at a critical moment.

Song Qingxiao and his gaze were far away, and they understood Song Changqing's decision between the electric light and the flint.

"Do not……"

She didn't feel soft when she pit Dong Qin Wumei, but now when she heard Song Changqing's acceptance, she felt that her heart was pinched hard, and she couldn't tell the pain.

The pain even pressed through the wound in her belly, pressing her breathlessly.

"Evergreen--"

When the veteran Taoist saw Song Changqing's look, he also understood the plan in his apprentice's heart, and he had mixed feelings for a moment.

He put down the burden on his back, lowered his eyelashes, blocking the emotion in his eyes:

"Master, there is nothing wrong with your hexagram."

The package fell on the ground with a slight noise.

"No, no..."

The old Taoist shook his head desperately, feeling like a heavy blow to his heart, and his voice changed the tone of the pain.

"You have no danger, you shouldn't die here."

The moment the simple-looking young man put down the package, he looked up at the old Taoist priest with a smile as if he was extremely relaxed after making a decision:

"Gua Xiang once said, I have gone and returned with my junior sister."

He was silent for a while:

"In the beginning, I thought that there was going and going back, which meant that both the junior and me would be reborn."

But before leaving the house, a few people offered incense and farewell to the ancestor.

Among the three, the old Taoist priest insisted and paid a certain price, but in the end he burned the incense.

And Song Qingxiao, not to mention, went smoother than the old Taoist priest.

Only Song Changqing's incense was not burnt at first, but was forced into the incense burner at the end, and finally it was broken into several pieces.

"This is destined."

He said frankly:

"When I think about it going back and going back, I know that this hexagram means just going away and back again."

The so-called going and going back, it is very likely to go two times and one, one person goes there and never goes back.

In other words, there is going and going back, which means that at least one of the two disciples of the old Taoist priest will die here.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist shook his head and said:

"It's not like this, it's not like this..."

Having said that, he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Song Changqing's eyes. Two lines of turbid tears poured out from his eye sockets and flowed down his thin face.

"Before leaving the house, Junior Brother Qingyun may have known about this a long time ago, so he has proposed to exchange with me several times and accompany you to travel with Junior Sister."

The young man who had always been honest and honest showed extraordinary intelligence and agility at this time, but every word he said made the old Taoist painful.

"I have already made plans. As long as the master and junior sister can return safely, these people can save their lives." He said with a smile:

"It is a matter of immense merit that I can exchange so many lives for myself."

When he said this, he glanced at Song Qingxiao reluctantly, and then at the old Taoist priest:

"It's just that my disciples will no longer be able to serve your old man, master, please forgive me!"

After he finished speaking, his knees softened, and he knelt down with a ‘poof’, and knocked a few times at the old Taoist priest:

"After the incident, please take back all the things of the junior sister, and you can't let them fall here."

The old Taoist's lips trembled fiercely, and he let out a forbearing gasp between the opening and closing of his nose.

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

The sky was filled with red light, and a **** aura swept across the sky.

The figure of Meng Fanglan in the wedding gown appeared not far from the two, and Song Changqing slowly stood up.

"Are you my Shen Lang..."

"No! He is not!"

Song Changqing hadn't spoken yet, Song Qingxiao under the shadow of the tree suddenly shouted.

"Are you crazy?"

Dong Qin Wu Wo clutched her chest and yelled at her.

A terrifying blood palm print was left on his chest, pressed into his flesh and blood.

The black silk gu penetrated between his lungs and spread to his entire chest cavity, looking like a grotesque person.

Meng Fanglan took the initiative to withdraw, making him lucky enough to get back a life.

And Song Changqing's coming forward at this time is very likely to make both of them complete the task at the same time, whether it is for Song Qingxiao or Dongqin Wumei, this is a win-win outcome.

This terrible ghost became a climate, but it was not easy to deal with. He didn't understand why Song Qingxiao was in trouble at this time.

"It's just the characters in the scene..."

"He is not!"

Song Qingxiao said another loudly as if he hadn't heard Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​words.

At this moment, the emotions deep in my heart overwhelmed the ruthlessness of the task rules.

Countless figures of Song Changqing flashed through her mind.

When he was young, he held himself and coaxed her not to cry.

When he was a weak young man, he carried himself on his back and went into and out of Yunhu Mountain.

Thanks to Meng Fanglan's dream, although it was short, it made up for her lack of heart.

Song Changqing is like her brother, generous and kind to her.

His kindness to himself is as heavy as a mountain. If he died for himself at this time, how could he still be able to afford this kindness?

Song Qingxiao's mood was agitated, and the traumatized consciousness began to spin frantically, turning the power of blue blood in his body, and circling his body.

The silver wolf phantom that was sleeping in the dantian seemed to sense the excitement of her emotions at this time, as if turning around slowly, as if he was about to wake up.

The powerful wolf king aura escaped, and the closed eyes slowly opened a gap, revealing gray-blue eyes.

The ghost qi in Song Qing's body was suppressed again, and Qing Mingling was also affected by her, and the token was able to absorb ghost qi faster than before.

At this time, Song Qingxiao hadn't noticed these changes at all. She just watched Meng Fanglan walk towards Song Changqing, and her heart almost jumped into her throat.

"Zhang Shouyi! Zhang Shouyi!"

She began to call Zhang Shouyi's name frantically.

The general had promised her that if she had trouble in Shenzhuang, as long as she called Zhang Shouyi's name, the whole army would show up to help her.

"Zhang Shouyi——"

She fought against Meng Fanglan several times, and never called the soldiers of this team at the moment of life and death, in order to use them as her last hole cards. She originally wanted to use them against Dong Qin Wumei and beat him by surprise.

But when Song Changqing was in danger, Song Qingxiao could no longer hide his cards and called out Zhang Shouyi's name loudly.

Her voice rang back and forth in the underground tomb, and it sounded at first, which shocked Dong Qin Wuwo.

As someone who entered the trial scene earlier than Song Qingxiao, he naturally knew Zhang Shouyi's name.

It's just that he didn't expect that Song Qingxiao would also have an intersection with this general who died more than a hundred years ago.

These ghosts are not dead yet!

She didn't show any clues before, I'm afraid she was concealing evil intentions.

Dong Qin Wuwo immediately reacted to Song Qingxiao's plan, first furious, and then vigilant.

Only after seeing her calling a few times, the surroundings were still deserted, and there was no slight movement, so I couldn't help but sneer again.

Although I don't know where she has dealt with Zhang Shouyi and others, it seems that Zhang Shouyi and other Yin spirits should not be able to come.

As soon as his thoughts turned, he remembered that Meng Fanglan had previously said that the body was trapped outside the city.

Think of these Jianglings who have not been seen from beginning to end, and there are still some things that I don't understand.

Now that Meng Fanglan is out of trouble, Zhang Shouyi and others must have died without being beaten. At this moment, I am afraid that they have already lost their souls and cannot come here.

"Zhang Shouyi!"

Song Qingxiao shouted in a louder voice:

"You have promised me that as long as I find out the identity of the'Nine Heavens Profound Girl' and find out the cause of death of the people back then, it will help me...Zhang Shouyi!"

"Zhang Shouyi..."

"...Shouyi...righteous...righteous..."

She had never been so gloomy, her expression was very embarrassed, and there was only one thought in her mind that called Zhang Shouyi, desperately shouting his name.

Among the underground tombs, her echoes echoed back and forth.

A little bit of time was lost, and Zhang Shouyi and others were still missing.

Hope gradually fell through, and endless despair mixed with sadness poured into her heart.

Her throat was tingling, and her face was shockingly pale.

The echo stopped, and grief surged into my heart, turning into a murderous intent.

"The sword is coming!"

She let out a stern shout, resounding through the world!

At this moment, the divine consciousness almost turned into substance, breaking through the barrier of evil spirits and dissipating outside.

‘卬——’

A long, crisp groan sounded, which was in harmony with her shout.

Amidst the red light in the sky, a golden light flew up into the sky, turned into a golden dragon, soared in her direction, and finally turned into a long sword, held in the palm of her hand.

The little Jinlong, who had been forcibly cut off by Meng Fanglan, came back. At this moment, she seemed to sense her anger, and the sword body was trembling with murderous intent.

She supported the ground with a long sword and wanted to get up.

"He is not Shen Zhening... he is not!"

Song Qing was injured very badly. This action affected her injury, causing more blood to gush out of her broken belly.

Meng Fanglan was about to stop at Song Changqing's movement, blood surged from her body, as if she was about to kill again.

"I'm."

She hadn't moved yet, Song Changqing had already taken the initiative to take two steps forward, welcoming her:

"I am the reincarnation of Shen Zhening."

His initiative to step forward caused Meng Fanglan's murderous intent to stagnate, and the red light on her body seemed to pause.

Contrary to Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​evasive attitude towards her, his approaching behavior made Meng Fanglan's resistance to him greatly reduced.

"You and I once said, see Huang Quanlu, reincarnating and renewing marriage."

He strode forward and stepped into the red light:

"Now I am here."

"Shen Lang—Shen Lang—is it really you—"

Meng Fanglan raised her head and murmured several times.

"Yes!"

The honest young man answered sonorously, without hesitation.

"I came here as promised. This used to be our hometown, don't kill them, okay?"

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

Meng Fanglan didn't know if he heard what he said, but desperately called Shen Zhening's name.

A big warm hand reached over and grabbed her small white hand that was trapped in her cuff.

The two hands are one big and the other small, one ice and the other hot, like two irrelevant intersections.

The moment Song Changqing grabbed her hand, Meng Fanglan raised her head in disbelief, slowly widened her eyes, and looked up at Song Changqing.

The little hand that he held into his palm was cold to the bone, as if grabbing a piece of ice that would never melt.

The moment a person and a ghost were holding each other, the ghost aura invaded his lungs, and the dark red haze spread from the palms of the two'persons', freezing the hands of a person and a ghost together.

Song Changqing's face turned pale at this moment, and the ghost gas invaded his lungs, causing him to make a chuckle when his teeth hit.

"I am Shen Zhening."

He looked down at Meng Fanglan, his body was already very cold because of the ghost Gu, and his words seemed to be trembling.

However, his tone was very firm, even if everyone could hear the pain in his words, he did not let go of his hand, but instead held Meng Fanglan tighter.

"I am Shen Zhening!"

He said again, and strenuously took out a purse from his arms:

"This, this is proof..."

It was a pink purse, originally for the life of the old man driving the car.

This thing came out three hundred years ago, and it must be something that belongs to Meng Fanglan. After all, it is precisely because of this thing that everyone has found out the original identity of Meng Fanglan.

This thing is very evil, and the old Taoist priest has long seen that it is not good, so he wants to put this thing in his arms several times.

But he was also worried about the master, so he took advantage of his unpreparedness and touched him secretly several times and put it on himself. Now it came in handy.

As soon as the purse was taken out, the old Taoist realized something was wrong and subconsciously touched his waist.

Sure enough, the waist pocket was empty, and Song Changqing didn't know when to touch this thing.

This is not the first time he has done this. He has touched it once when he was in the bullock cart, presumably because he was afraid that this thing would hurt himself.

When Meng Fanglan saw the purse, she was taken aback.

A strange color flashed in her gaze, and then slowly lowered her head, keeping her gaze on the palm of a person and a ghost.

The young man in front of him held her hand very tightly, his body carrying a body temperature completely different from that of a ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although his body temperature was rapidly losing due to the invading spirit of him at this time, he But it didn't mean to let go.

This kind of perseverance gave Meng Fanglan a murderous meal.

"Shen Lang..."

"I'm."

He replied again.

"Are you really Shen Lang?" The female ghost asked again, with some visitation in her eyes.

"I'm really Shen Zhening!" The young man's words did not hesitate to respond to her.

As soon as the voice fell, a dark red blood line gushed from Meng Fangxing's palm, slowly digging into Song Changqing's palm.

The red thread looks very fragile, like a plume of smoke, if he hides, it will disperse.

But he obediently allowed the red energy to penetrate into his palm, without half resisting it.