Before Ruan Ling could speak, Ci and Zhenren threw out the vase and headed towards Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling hurriedly avoided.

This time, the clay pot did not take action.

Cihe smiled and said, "I originally planned to give up a few magic weapons and fight your magic weapons head-on. Now it seems that there is no need."

Ruan Ling knew that he could not control the pottery jar, so he immediately sacrificed the immortal rope and turned into a large net in the air, trying to cover Cihe.

Cihe flashed and easily avoided.

"Ci and Zhenren, why do you always steal my ghost?" Ruan Ling was really impatient and couldn't help asking, "How come you didn't see you accept it after so many days of fighting ghosts? Now you know about fighting ghosts, you're here."

Ci and Zhenren confessed, saying, "I have been in seclusion recently, and I have been delayed for Jingbai to cure my injuries for some time."

After Ruan Qing was taken away that day, she had been living and dead.

Hearing her name, Ruan Ling asked: "Is Ruan Qing dead?"

"Although I'm not dead, I'm hurting more than you." Cihe said lightly, "The bones all over her body were smashed by your jar. Not a single inch intact. Even if I have pills, it's hard to recover from the past."

Ruan Ling said: "I am responsible for my own actions."

"Maybe Ruan Chenghuang has never heard a word called Nirvana and rebirth." Cihe said, "I believe that after suffering this disaster, Jingbai will be reborn in the future."

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "How many times she is reborn, I will break her."

"Ruan Ling, I won't talk to you, I will hand over the war ghost." Cihe said, "This war ghost is very sinful, I want to pass on him."

"Who cares about you?" Ruan Ling turned around and ran away.

Cihe caught up with her, controlled her, and easily took away General Li's ghost.

"Ci and you old shrew, you are shameless! Return the war ghost to me!" Ruan Ling shouted angrily.

"Little girl, with your knowledge of Taoism, you are still far away." Cihe said lightly, pinching General Li's ghost and trying to put it in the vase.

The war ghost lost the bondage of the soul-catching rope, and immediately surged, roaring towards Cihe, grabbing Cihe with one claw on Cihe's face.

"Little ghost, how dare you be arrogant!" Cihe calmly raised the vase.

The war ghost could not resist the treasure bottle and was immediately sniffed in.

She closed the vase, looked at Ruan Ling, and said, "Ruan Ling, I will take this war ghost away."

"Wait a minute," Ruan Ling stopped her, "I have a question and I really want to ask you."

"What?"

"You took away these ghosts, really just to save them?"

“This is nature.”

"Then why did Ruan Qing steal so many ghosts and look even stronger?" Ruan Ling said with a smile, "I don't think things seem to be that simple. Could it be that magical to catch these ghosts? "

"I have no time to talk to you." Cihe turned around and wanted to leave.

She had just flew two steps, but her feet shook and fell down.

She held the bottle in one hand and pressed her forehead with the other, feeling the spurts of spinning every day, and her eyes turned black.

"What's going on..." She was secretly shocked and murmured to herself.

"Ci and Zhenren, are you okay?" Ruan Ling's face came over and observed her carefully.

Cihe immediately took a few steps back and stared at her: "What did you do?"
Chapter completed!