Chapter 7 Night Wind

Fox Qishan, Ghost King Sect.

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The vast moonlight of Fox Mountain is like the lead that has not been washed away.

Ghosts are standing at the foot of the mountain.

Speaking of what kind of thing this Qingyun is, even he can't explain it himself.

Do you want to go back?

Left, once misguided?

Ten years of time, how many old things have been buried? Changing, the vicissitudes of life.

Is that in his deep heart, the road he has never stepped on, that is, under the erosion of the soul, the reason why he refused to sink?

Is it that everything has never changed?

What does he insist on? What is it that you give up?

After all, he is a demon outsider that cannot be solved by outsiders. Or, just a poor man who went the wrong way?

The road is at your feet, where is the road?

With his position as the deputy suzerain of the ghost king, his cultivation is amazing. At this moment, he is also at a loss but at a loss.

In his hand, the blue light of the soul-eating flashed slightly, and a rare soft breath flowed out. Silently, he mixed with him, as if he was deeply ignorant of his confusion.

It seems that ten years ago, under the Jade Dynasty's sword, his life was in danger. That hand, soft and cool, firmly grasped. Let go again and pounce on the power that destroys the world.

Nine ghosts, gods and demons, take my blood and body as sacrifice.

Three lives and seven generations, eternally fall into hell, just for love, even if you die, you will not regret it!

He read in a low voice, and finally a softness appeared in his eyes.

The green and graceful figure is like yesterday, in front of you!

She has been lying in the cold stone room for a long time.

It turns out that I have been away from Fox Mountain for a long time.

Can you see it again today?

Gui Li seemed to have recovered for the first time. He raised his head and looked up from a distance. He stayed where he had been for ten years.

But he was suddenly stunned.

As he saw in the past, Huqi Mountain, as the main hall of the Ghost King Sect, although there are not many golden and brilliant buildings. Between the courts and rooms, it is always neat and tidy, and how can there ever be such a wolf!

The eyes are full of broken walls, leaving a mutilated shadow in the night sky.

What's more, when I arrived here in the past, I could probably see the disciples of the patrol wandering back and forth. Only then did they concentrate on the matter, but they didn't notice it. At this time, the mountains were silent, and they were still like the situation of facing a big enemy in the past.

Gui Li frowned and listened carefully. There was a faint noise in the Fox Qi Mountain under the quiet moon.

Before he thought about it carefully, the soul-eating in his hand, especially on the blood-eating beads at the top, the faint blood, seemed to have been suddenly encouraged by something, and it lit up! The whole beads were completely in the bright red blood, whispering faintly.

Gui Li's heart was in a trance for a moment. It seems to see again, like a mountain of bones and a river of blood.

Sweet, sweet blood...

However, after all, he was pure in Taoism, and he recovered in an instant.

Then he did not hesitate to stick to his left hand, and his right hand pinched a Buddhist Dharma formula to resist the blood on the blood-eating beads. General Dafan Prajna. Step by step, slowly, I sent it in.

When the blood is neutral, it is filled with a bit of golden brilliance, but it does not conflict with the blood color itself, but quietly melts in!

The next moment, the solemn Buddha's true law, together with the fierce blood light, dimmed and flowed into the body of the ghost again with the stick.

Wan Dao Zai Rong!

Perhaps all over the world, he is the only one who can resolve the fierce blood in this way!

It's just that even so, this is not an easy job after all, and the ghost's forehead is already slightly sweaty.

Since he cultivated the fourth book of heaven, one of the deep tbursts of Taoism in the past has been gradually filled. Although the soul-eating still has an attack, it can be resisted. He was also quite confident in his cultivation.

But...

Just now...

His face was a little heavy.

Then, it seemed that he finally realized that during the whole process, he had always thought that it was the surging blood from the autophagocytosis soul. After the soul devouring was calming down, it was still surging and did not decrease at all.

The blood seems to come from the mountain.

Continuous.

The ghost stands silently, with a complicated expression.

He once had such a feeling. It seems that someone, with the power of life, hollowed out the mountain and filled it with blood.

Does this have anything to do with the four spirit beasts?

What happened in the Fox Mountain?

The light of marriage lit up, and at the moment when his figure rose impatiently, the ghost was suddenly stunned.

He heard a sigh.

Such familiarity is like the dream of the day before yesterday!

He turned around habitually and looked at the source of the sigh.

In the forest, there seems to be a green shadow flashing by.

In the seven veins of Qingyun Mountain, the wind is naturally not as high as the sky peak, the dragon head peak is high, and the small bamboo peak is desolate and clear. However, among the seven veins, it is not useless. In the forest here, there are almost no human footprints. The forest path is either wide or narrow. If there is nothing, it seems to be integrated with the whole mountain and river.

The moon is lonely and the stars are depressed.

Through the sparse leaves, it penetrates the light spots on the ground. Occasionally, the wind passed, and the light spots on the ground jumped up.

The trail behind the mountain.

Cangsong Taoist and Jin Ping'er. At this time, it is already in front of the mountain forest.

The two of them are going to step into this deep forest. Jin Ping'er suddenly said, "Gao Chang, wait a minute."

Cangsong Taoist turned around with a gloomy face and said slowly, "How about it?"

Jin Ping'er's eyes flowed, smiled and said, "Ping'er's qualifications are stupid. If you have something to understand, I want to ask the Taoist priest."

Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and her worries lit up. In such a night, there is an intoxicating atmosphere.

If the Taoist Cangsong didn't see it, he said lightly, "The golden fairy said."

Jin Ping'er took a step forward and said, "When I was at Longshou Peak, my disciples did not follow the ancestral precepts, and the Taoist priest's face was not very good. This is true."

The Taoist priest of Cangsong snorted coldly, but did not object. Jin Ping'er walked into the dense forest and said slowly, "Longshou Peak... Luoxia Peak... Chaoyang Peak... At present, there is only the secret lock here."

The Taoist priest nodded, with a solemn expression and no words.

Jin Ping'er turned around and said with a smile, "When I was in Luoxia Peak and Chaoyang Peak, although there was no one to guard it and it was easy to act, the Taoist priest's face calmed down a little, right?"

Cangsong Taoist said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Jin Ping'er pondered for a moment and said, "The bottle just wants to know that there is no one in the field at present, and the Taoist priest's look, why is it gloomy again?"

The Taoist of Cangsong frowned, as if he didn't expect the woman in front of him to observe so well. He said coldly, "The golden fairy wants to know, as long as she steps into the forest."

If there is fog in the forest, the path is faint, and it is completely peaceful.

Hearing this, Jin Ping'er was silent and gradually shrank his right hand into his sleeve. Turn to the pine and walk towards the forest step by step.

The wind passed through the forest, as if there was a distant sigh.

Jin Ping'er carefully walked a few steps in the forest, but nothing was different. Shao'an in his heart, turned around and smiled and said, "Daoist priest, can you say that?"

Her smile was not full, and she suddenly froze on her face.

Looking back, it was still the place where I just stood, but somehow, it was hazy, as if there was a layer of mist.

He was slightly awe-inspiring and knew that it was not appropriate. He stretched out his hand to remove the fog in front of him.

At the tentacles, there is nothing wrong with nothing.

However, the fog floated quietly, and in the eyes, it was so real. But it's like, not floating there, but in your own eyes and in your own heart!

She was careful, step by step, stepping on the footsteps just now, trying to go back to where she was.

The exit is in front of you.

Step out slowly.

There is no difference.

Jin Ping'er's heart was settled, and she felt a little disappointed.

After all, it's just fog!

He turned around and said with a little confusion, "The Taoist priest?"

The Cangsong Taoist just looked Mu Ran and didn't say a word.

Jin Ping'er frowned slightly, which was extremely puzzled. Then, he glanced around suspiciously.

The wind returns to the peak, in front of the dense forest.

All the scenery is reflected in her eyes.

This world is actually the same, like in the forest, hazy and unreal.

In surprise, his body was slightly cold, and the breeze blowing from nowhere brushed his body.

The breeze gently flowed over. There is no dust.

Then, he circled and scraped back.

Jin Ping'er's face has changed greatly.

That small whirlwind, just now, has clearly walked away from the side of the Song Taoist. His Taoist robe still hung down silently and did not float.

Not at all.

When it was, the small wind suddenly amplified without any sign. Roaring, roaring, trying to blow the thin and weak woman away.

It still doesn't bring a piece of dust.

The world around is still hazy, and under the peerless wind, it has not drifted away.

The old winds go back and forth.

is called wind return!

Jin Ping'er was shocked. After all, Taoism was very good. He flew up and avoided it when the wind pierced him.

The wind roared and rushed into the forest.

There is no deviation from the branches and leaves in the forest.

The golden bottle breathed a sigh of relief. I looked back at the Song Taoist.

He still stood there quietly, with a clear look.

Don't move!

The strong wind rolled back again.

Jin Ping'er knew that his fate was in an instant. If he didn't hesitate, he twisted his waist and went straight to the strong wind!

The wind is crazy!

The pale yellow figure suddenly turned into a streamer, so fast that it could hardly be seen clearly.

The green silk is flying!

The wind was getting closer and closer, and the light yellow streamer suddenly bloomed gorgeously.

Brilliant purple, like a brilliant sunset!

The purple blade finally took action.

That invisible wind, in this motionless world. He suddenly met the woman.

There is no sound.

Not at all.

If the golden bottle was hit hard, it flew out and fell to the ground. The blood surged and was about to leave the body.

However, she finally stood up.

The mist in front of us dissipates!

It is also a clear world, reflected in her eyes.

She was standing in front of the dense forest, which was still foggy and foggy.

Everything just now was like a dream!

Life in the world is really a fantasy, how can it be clearly divided!

Behind it, the voice of the Cangsong Taoist came with a point of approval.

"Does the Golden Fairy understand at the moment?"

At the foot of the fox mountain.

The ghost's body was like flying, so he chased it to one side.

That figure, that sigh!

Even if he doesn't want his life, he has to take control of his life!

Ten years of hard work, ten years of injury, ten years of desolation.

For what?

How many thoughts are only turned into his footsteps to catch up.

Even if it's just a dream!

He didn't know what he was reading in a low voice, and his footsteps didn't stop at all.

That layer of forest is not very big. The ghost figure penetrated from one end and from the other end, it is just a moment of time.

In the forest, it is empty, and the leaves are swaying.

He is still, can't, can he catch it?

Or, all of this, just like the illusion of the stone chamber at that time?

But!

That sigh, so real, is almost still in my ear.

In the sparse moonlight, the figure of this man who is no longer young looks so bleak.

Is God affectionate? But why, it's hard to play tricks!

He sighed, just like the pain of a white-haired old man.

That's it. You can see through life and death, but there are more important things in your heart than life and death. Instead of asking me in every way, why don't you imagine these more important things? Zhou Yixian's enlightening words, for some reason, came to his mind.

"More important things..."

Under the moon, the man smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

"Senior, you are wrong after all. Even if I can think about it, what ability do I have to grasp it..."

His language suddenly condensed into his mouth.

Another sigh, behind him.

Is it...

His throat was stagnant and he turned back.

Is that God's grace?

He is so excited that he can't control himself, and the person behind him is already in front of him.

No!

It's not!

At that moment, he was cold-blooded.

You stood in front of him like this.

"Are you finally back?"

She said slowly, with no feelings.

"The Fox Mountain has gone out of shape."