In the wind, I slanted my body and saw an old Taoist standing in the forest in the distance, covered with talisman paper, holding a golden magic sword that seemed to have been consecrated. He just looked at the place where I disappeared, with anger and unwillingness on his face, as if he could swallow me in one bite. It was simply a monstrous hatred.

“As for it?”

I walked in the darkness and smiled and said, "I just stopped him from killing the female ghost Peng Xiu."

“It’s different.”

The white bird sat on the sea of ​​clouds in Lingxu, with a lazy and comfortable look on his face, and said with a smile: "This old Taoist is like you. You live in the vast Middle Earth world, while he lives in this narrow and narrow island. Due to the existence of the prohibition of the Sea of ​​Chaos, most people cannot get out. Their world is only a little larger. Therefore, in order to get more spiritual energy and to get better magic weapons, these monks in the Sea of ​​Chaos will have to work harder, and it is reasonable to do some wild dogs' digging food."

As she said that, she stretched and continued, "I think this old Taoist has been eyeing Peng Xiu, a woman with wedding dress, for a long time or two. In order to get the soul-guiding lamp in Peng Xiu's hand, it was a matter of course. He didn't expect that you, a ranger who would not play according to common sense, would appear in the middle of the journey, and he would not know that you have the realm of eternal life. Otherwise, he would not even have the courage to look at you, and he would have long known where to hide in the disaster."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled, "Is the eternal life so powerful?"

"Um."

The white bird smiled and said, "It's beyond your imagination."

"That's how..."

I nodded, and said nothing, just walked in a hurry in the night.

...

About half an hour later, I passed through a battlefield forest filled with decaying bones and old battle blades, and further forward was a hillside. On the hillside, a dull palace appeared there. Strictly speaking, it was probably not a palace, but it could only be considered a temple at most. The windows were filled with strange red lights.

Cross slope, the main hall of the wedding dressed ghost Peng Xiu.

I frowned and stood about a hundred meters away from the hall. When I was in my spiritual power, I immediately saw a blood-colored restriction entrenched around the hall, looking loose and loose, and could be poked with a finger.

"What a poor and embarrassing ghost king." I sighed.

Bai Bird chuckled: "It's true. This is Jiang Yunzhu, the famous ghost king on Peng Xiu. If I was not wrong, Peng Xiu would have to pay tribute to Jiang Yunzhu regularly in exchange for Jiang Yunzhu's protection. Otherwise, this Cross-slope sleeping palace would have been swallowed up by other forces long ago."

"It should be."

I gently moved forward, quietly saw a gap in the broken ban, and flew in as soon as I slanted, without even making any movement. Naturally, the other party could not sense my existence.

...

His figure slowly rose and sat on the guise of the red skull banner outside the hall.

Inside the hall.

In the middle, a crackling sound was made from a red-burning stove. When you look closely, you can find that the burning bones of humans were burning fiercely in the stove. The burning ash was covered with black smoke, and it lingered around Peng Xiu, the female ghost in the wedding dress. She sat on the master's seat with a pale face.

"Owner."

A female sword cultivator in the bone knelt down and said, "That ranger whose name is unknown is really abominable. This time, our Shilipo suffered such a big loss in his hands. You must not give up?"

"Yeah!?"

The female ghost in the wedding dress suddenly opened her hand, immediately sucking the female sword cultivator in her palm, and her eyes were cold, "Even I am not his opponent. Why are you not willing to give up? Are you going to let the queen die?"

"No, I don't have this intention..."

The sword cultivator, who only had a woman's head and was covered in bones, struggled violently.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know who you are."

The female ghost of the wedding dress, Peng Xiu sneered: "Jiang Yunzhu arranged for you to be by my side for so many years. There was a little bit of chaos in Shilipo. Husband Cliff immediately knew that it would be fine if I turned a blind eye. You dare to mess with the situation here. I really think that Peng Xiu is blind and can't see anything!? It's okay this time. In the name of the roar, I have a reason to turn aside from you. Jiang Yunzhu asked me back."

"Master...Master, please spare me...I don't..."

The female sword cultivator struggled hard, his face full of horror, but in the next second, Peng Xiu suddenly opened his mouth wide, and there was a blood-colored vortex in his mouth. Suddenly, the female sword cultivator's body turned into a wisp of ashes and was swallowed by Peng Xiu in one bite, as if it was very nourishing. After eating, Peng Xiu sat down again with satisfaction, with a hint of blood on his face.

"Tsk tsk..."

I smiled faintly in my heart lake and said, "It's so shameless. The rules of these ghosts are indeed that big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp!"

The white bird chuckled: "Normal, this ancient battlefield has been abandoned for many years. There is no saint in charge. Rules are no longer rules. For a little opportunity and a trace of spiritual energy, one by one, they live even worse than dogs."

I nodded and agreed. Looking at the ghost slaves in the hall who were trembling in front of Peng Xiu, I couldn't help feeling a little pitiful. But when I thought that if these ghosts were sitting in Peng Xiu's position, they might be more violent and cruel than Peng Xiu, so the little bit of pity in my heart disappeared in a blink of an eye.

...

Just as I was chatting with Bai Bird, suddenly, a violent fluctuation was sensed in my heart.

"Someone is here."

Shirou and I said at the same time.

At this moment, a ray of light in the sky floated down and turned into the appearance of a young man in a blood-colored robe. He looked very handsome, but the hostility between his eyebrows was visible at a glance. I seemed to be free from the rules of the game here, and I couldn't even see the name of this young man, and I didn't know what the reason was.

"Who can a cotton-like ban stop?"

The young man smiled slightly, reached out and poked the ban gently. Suddenly, a faint chaotic force surged at his fingertips, and directly pointed the ban. Once it broke, the air was hissing. In a blink of an eye, the entire ban on the outer edge of the Shilipo Hall disappeared and there was no protection anymore.

"Who!?"

In the hall, Peng Xiu, a female ghost in the wedding dress, suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with murderous intent: "Dare you dare to break my formation?"

"This terrible formation is also worthy of being called a big formation?"

The young master stepped into the hall, swayed a folding fan with one hand, looking graceful. He raised his lips and said with a smile: "I'm afraid this formation cannot be blocked by flies. It's better than a spider web. I will follow the trend and pierce it with one finger. Miss Peng Xiu should have no objection, right?"

“Bold!”

Two female sword cultivators of white bones flew forward, with agile postures.

"I don't know what's up."

The young master made a move in an instant, and the folding fan slapped the two female sword cultivators out in two "slap". The move was extremely heavy. When the two white bone sword cultivators landed on the ground, the arm bones holding the sword were shattered and the sword blade landed on the ground.

"A little ghost, if you don't know how to be awe, just treat it as a slight punishment."

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Miss Peng Xiu, have no objection?"

"No objection."

The female ghost in the wedding dress is also a good eye. She shook her head and smiled: "I haven't asked the grand name of the young master Zun yet, which sect comes from?"

The young man gently put away the folding fan, clasped his fists and smiled, "It's okay to say it, Xiao Jingyu, the chief disciple of Xiaosheng Changsheng Palace."

"Changsheng Palace...Xiao Jingyu..."

Peng Xiu was stunned, as if the name was quite famous.

I sat on the crossbar outside the hall, frowned and recalled the records in the guidebook. The Changsheng Palace was the lower sect of His Highness Changsheng School who absorbed spiritual energy and luck in the ancient battlefield. In fact, the Changsheng Palace is the Changsheng Palace. Xiao Jingyu in front of me is the chief disciple of the Changsheng Palace. Obviously, they may have known Feng Canghai.

Peng Xiu walked down the steps and raised his lips: "Come on, come and serve tea, and use the spiritual tea that is good for our Shilipo top."

“Yes, master.”

A white bone sword cultivator toasted a cup of tea.

Xiao Jingyu took a sip of tea into the chair, picked up the tea and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Miss Peng Xiu's cup of tea is really not delicious. Do you remember the fact that the scholar in white begged to see you outside the door eight years ago, and wanted to see her beauty, but was eventually driven out of the snowy night?"

Peng Xiu was stunned.

"That's right."

Xiao Jingyu grinned and said, "That scholar in white is me."

"this……"

Peng Xiu's face was pale and smiled, "This must be a misunderstanding. Back then... the little woman was violent and enjoyed killing the scholar. The young master was from the Changsheng Palace. We couldn't afford to offend him, so we stayed in the door. Please don't misunderstand..."

"No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding." Xiao Jingyu waved his hand, with a playful smile on his lips.

Peng Xiu's face became paler and asked tentatively: "It was indeed a misunderstanding back then. Now that the young master is here, how dare the little girl beg him? Otherwise... Just tonight, Peng Xiu is willing to recommend himself a pillow and mat to bathe and change clothes with the young master, okay?"

“No need.”

Xiao Jingyu waved his hand and smiled, "I suddenly lost interest again."

The girl in the wedding dress stood there, gritting her silver teeth, and no longer knew how to speak.

Xiao Jingyu looked at her jokingly and said with a smile: "This time I came here, I came to discuss a major event with Miss Peng Xiu, in accordance with the order of Master."

Peng Xiu nodded: "Please tell me, please."

"We Changsheng Palace hope to form an alliance with Shilipo and erode the ghosts on the Crying Fu Cliff bit by bit. Of course, just leave the Crying Fu Cliff to our Changsheng Palace to solve the problem. Miss Peng Xiu can do as long as she doesn't take action. As a condition for the alliance, Shilipo needs to pay a tribute to Changsheng Palace a top-quality magic weapon every month. This month... I think it's the Soul-Starting Lamp."

"What!?"

Peng Xiu took several steps in a row, his face bleak.

"Why, don't you?" Xiao Jingyu stood up and asked.

"No...just..."

Peng Xiu was about to answer, but with a "bang", his head was pressed and knocked into the pillar beside him. Xiao Jingyu, who was pressing her head, looked ferocious: "I beg you to worship you, but you didn't even look at it. You are such a humble thing... Now I want to destroy Shilipo is just a small task. You haven't immediately untied your clothes and handled me, but why are you here to twist!?"
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