Chapter 75 Several waves of trapped wandering souls

The rain hit the blue sky, and it was the wet night, which made the ancient Mo outside the city of Nanjiang. The rainstorm was fierce. The raindrops poured on the loess road, and the Qianmo path gradually washed away was muddy. Yesterday, the hot sun had not yet come up early, but the moon also disappeared. The pedestrians on the night road huddled in their clothes and sighed for a moment, the sky was not By people, there are always changes, wind and rain, and it is difficult to find its traces. The world is unpredictable, and there is always a haze every time. Rainstorms are always more than sunny days. Good days never wait for people, just like flowing light is easy to throw people away, red cherries and green bananas.

At this moment, the weather is about four fullning days. In such a midsummer weather, the sky should have been suddenly set, but since the rain suddenly fell at night, the dark clouds above the head seemed to be called, piled up layer by layer, covering the sky tightly without leaking a trace of light.

In the suburbs of Guyong City, there was a man wearing a raincoat, holding a wooden crutch, and stepping on the muddy road. He walked leisurely. The speed of his journey seemed to always be that calm. He was not afraid that the splashed mud wrapped around his calves, stained his knees and shins, and even his trouser legs had been wet by rain. /Wet.

"The wind is also Xiaoxiao, the rain is also Xiaoxiao, and the sad guest looks at the wrong road in front of him..." Facing the wind and rain, she sang a poem with unabated pride, and from this voice, this person turned out to be a woman.

"The wind is also blowing and the rain is blowing. What day will you go home to wash your robe?" The towering ancient Yongcheng stood in front of him, swallowing the clouds, rain and waves. A man dressed in black and served his hat crown. The two-color green silk official swayed. He held a sword and leaned on his back against Gu Yong. He stood without any basis. However, when he saw the impact of the rainstorm, he hit the swordsman, but his eyes were like electricity, shooting a light, and looked at the people in front of him alone.

The clouds are beautiful and rainy. The swordsman in black is fearless. Although he is alone, he is an inconspicuous black spot in the world, but the momentum is boundless and does not belong to the ancient city of southern Xinjiang behind him.

When the man in a raincoat saw someone catering to her poem, he smiled and took a few steps closer. Suddenly, she put the crutch to the ground and stood in front of her. She suddenly raised her head, and a beautiful face suddenly glowed in the silent rainy night. The woman gently vomited Zhu Lan and said, "Brother Mo Cheng, I didn't expect to be the first to find It turned out to be you..."

"Shuanghua girl..." Mo Cheng shook his head, and his face was slightly embarrassed. He couldn't even squeeze out a wry smile, but said helplessly, "I didn't expect that Li Qianran would be willing to let you come here alone."

"There are many affairs, and it is inconvenient to get out. Shuanghua should share his worries about this matter." This is called Shuanghua, but it seems to be more leisurely than Mo Cheng. At this moment, the beautiful woman showed her face. For a moment, she arched her hand and bowed to Mo Cheng, "Brother Mo Cheng, by the lake in those years, you and I gave each other a glass of wine. I don't want to see each other for three years, but when we meet again, we have to make a life and death. This world is really sad..."

She shook her head, and there was a trace of regret in her bright eyes. This moment of worry was like Xizi's heart, and her posture was more beautiful for a moment. Mo Cheng couldn't help but be stunned for a while. Then she came back and muttered, "Shuanghua's little sister... I don't want to hurt you, as long as you leave Li Qianran and return to your father. By Ling Zongyun's side, Mo Cheng promised..."

In Mo Cheng's words, it turned out that this woman was the daughter of Ling Zongyun. Before he said anything, the woman who called Shuanghua suddenly shouted softly. The emperor was really angry and vigorous. He saw him throw the wooden crutch out at once, and the inconspicuous crutch suddenly emitted a red light. Suddenly, a red silk was pulled out.

In an hour, the black clouds seemed to be pale, and the rainstorm seemed to stop suddenly. A red silk rushed across the sky, and a touch of bright red drew a bright color in the dark night. The strange color of the night was so eye-catching. Mo Cheng was caught off guard. He had no time and couldn't finish the next words, so he had to swallow it in his stomach. And with a true breath, the lonely geese, which were staggering, rushed straight into the rain.

With a crackling sound, thunder, lightning flashed, and the rainstorm was more urgent. It washed like a line, and the rain was louder and denser. It danced around the frost into a huge and bright red, rose-like red silk.

When the woman looked up and looked along the rain curtain dripping under the bamboo hat above her head, she saw another lightning, shaking the dark night. The three swords suddenly lit up, and there was a fierce explosion. The sword flashed like a cold light for a moment. At this moment, the world stopped. When she recovered, there was a layer of blood on her face, and there was a trace of fatigue and confusion in front of her eyes. A confused look.

The bamboo hat on the top of the head cracked a gap. Next to the woman, surrounded by red silk, surrounded by three black figures. These three figures were all standing with their backs to the woman. Their left hands held a cold and overflowing thin sword. The thin sword pointed diagonally to the ground and let the rain flow along the sword, one of them , blood flowed over the body of the sword.

The crackling rain is still the sound of continuous rain.

"You...when..." The man in black with blood on the sword body slowly turned his head, and his face was full of disbelief.

The man in black was back to back, but she only heard the bitterness in his heart from her voice. The woman lowered her head and called with one hand. The red silk in the sky suddenly rose, quietly collected like a ball of roses, turning into buds in a bright red light, and then turned into the previously inconspicuous wooden cane. , holding her crutch, avoiding the mud, stepped on the mud with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and walked forward like this.

Two plops, the two men in black in front of the woman threw themselves into the mud, and a burst of light passed, and their bodies dissipated.

"Brother Mo Cheng, your skills are not as good as before..." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gently, and walked farther and farther.

"Ling Shuanghua girl..." At this time, there was only a man in black with his back to the woman. The cold light on the sword reflected his face that fell into the rain, shining on his scattered outside because he lost his crown hat that he didn't know where to go. His wet hair, according to his arm holding the sword, there was half of the blood color and dyed his clothes red. He smiled bitterly and whispered. Mumbled, "I lost..."

He was a little lonely. Looking back, he didn't know when he turned into three bodies. At that moment of lightning and fire, the sword traveled around the dragon, like a snake and escaped from the rabbit. The three swords were together. It was a must-win situation, but how confusedly he lost. When did Ling Shuanghua destroy two illusions and hurt his left hand holding the sword? ne.

If she refuses to care about her past feelings and show mercy...

Mo Cheng shook his head and was puzzled. Suddenly, he felt that it was necessary to seriously study swordsmanship. At this time, the rain did not stop and the night did not fade. The swordsman in black was a little lonely in his heart. When he looked up at the sky, his heart suddenly moved. It was someone He called in his heart.

"It's the alliance leader who called me!" Mo Cheng suddenly came to his senses and suppressed his loss. He immediately raised his true anger and immediately ran to the south outside the city of Guyong.

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The sad rain is blurred, thunderstorms, and there is a scene of dark night showers around. However, in the Shenfu water prison, which can't see the sun, seems to be isolated from the world.

At this moment, it is a row of cells in the water cell. On the wall opposite the cell, there is a person sitting. He looks only 13 or 14 years old. He is ragged and embarrassed. Another eye has been injured and a line of blood line seems to be broken.

A person next to him also stumbled to help him. He looked nervous and asked with concern, "Ah, have you rested for a while, are you feeling better..."

These two people are the Wang Qisheng and Shen Wei Marquis Shen. Both of them are generally in a mess. Although there is no rain in the prison, they seem to be rolling in the water. The white clothes over there are like seven wonders. He quietly stood behind them and quietly looked at the "father and son" in front of him, as if he no longer belonged to the world in front of him.

After he stopped his spell and returned Wang Qisheng's soul, Shen Wei hurriedly hugged Wang Qisheng and leaned against the wall carefully. After that, he rubbed his heart and patted his back. He was extremely nervous. However, the breath in Wang Qisheng's mouth gradually weakened, his eyes were slightly avoided, and there was less and less echoes with people.

Shen Wei was shocked and kept calling. Qi Miao saw it in his eyes and had to sigh. How could he not know that Wang Qisheng was about to reach a state of soul dispersion? He thought that he had been hit by Taoist spells before, and his soul had been hurt a lot. Then he rose up with ghost power and resentment, and then fought with Jiuhua Taoists. He was injured, and when he fought with Qi Miao again, he was hit by the righteous spirit of the soldiers. The ghost power to maintain the unity of the soul and this body was at least half of it. This state may be difficult to maintain now.

According to Qi Miao's estimate, it may not last for a moment. There is no need for him to take action. Wang Qisheng's soul will naturally be forced out by this body. Originally, he was also forced to possess himself. Qi Miao now only wait for Wang Qisheng's soul to come out for a moment, and he will be devoured by a group of ghosts. Naturally, he will disperse the ghost power for his people and send it into reincarnation smoothly. This is also the last thing that Qiming can do for Wang Qisheng.

"My son...my son!" At this time, Wang Qisheng gradually stopped breathing. Shen Wei was shocked, picked up his paralyzed body and shook for a while, and kept calling, but the shouts bursts of tears were like rain, how could he call his life opportunity? Shen Wei was heartened, and suddenly his bull's head fluttered and knelt down to Qi Miao.

Qi Miao's expression was stunned. I don't know what he was going to do. Was he want to fight back the murder of his son? Shen Wei had a bitter face, twisted his chubby body, crawled over, and screamed, "Taoist priest, please help me!"

As he climbed over, he kowtowed, sighed, sent a breath, and was holding Shen Wei up lightly.

Thinking of the relationship with Xuan Niang, Shen Wei is also his uncle. Qi Miao can't afford such a big gift, just shook his head and said, "Your son is hopeless... Lord Shen, please be sorry."

As the words fell, he suddenly looked up in surprise, but saw a faint light on Wang Qisheng's chest, with boundless true immortality.