Chapter 10 Fierce Spirit

"You get out of the way!" The lich was silent for a long time and said slowly.

The fierce spirit looked at him coldly and said, "Don't you have any regrets before the statue of the Empress?"

The black clothes on the lich's body moved gently again. It seemed that it was under the black clothes. He was also very excited, but he did not look back at the stone statue woman after all.

"I'm right, it's my mother's fault!" He said in astringent voice.

"Roar!"

The fierce spirit roared angrily, and the sound of thunder fell to the mortal world in an instant, and the far and near sand flew away: "A beast! You shameless man, how dare you say such a thing!"

The golden bottle in the distance frowned and couldn't help reaching out to cover her ears. At such a distance, she couldn't really hear the black and white dialogue, but the sudden shout of the fierce spirit was almost like thundering in her ear, buzzing in her ears.

In the distance, the lich was covered with a black veil, and I couldn't see what his expression was, but I only heard his voice, but it became more and more desolate and painful: "I'm right, I'm right..."

He muttered to himself, and I don't know whether he said it to the evil spirit or to himself, or that he said it to the stone statue behind him!

"Blackwood, kneel down in front of the statue of the Empress and plead guilty. If you are desperate, we will still be brothers. Otherwise, from now on, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The lich shook his body, looked up and said, "Do you still think I'm a brother?"

"Yes!" The fierce spirit shouted, "As long as you break your infatuation and plead guilty to the statue of the Empress, wait for the Empress with me and guard the ancient cave of the town, your black wood will always be my brother!"

The black clothes on the lich's body drifted in the wind, and he could vaguely feel the excitement in his heart. However, after a moment, his body gradually calmed down and his whole body was silent. And the fierce spirit looked at him, and the original expression of expectation finally turned to deeper anger.

"Won't you look back?" The fierce spirit shouted angrily.

The lich's voice at this moment has completely calmed down. Just like his usual tone, he said quietly, "I have no way back."

"Roar!" The fierce spirit roared, and the huge sword cut down in the air and waved in front of the lich. In an instant, the sand flew, and the land near and far seemed to shake.

The golden bottle changed its color, and the fierce spirit was so high that it was still above her imagination.

Just looking at the lich, he was not afraid at all. He looked at the fierce spirit coldly and said, "Big brother..."

The fierce spirit said angrily, "Shold on, I'm not your eldest brother!"

The lich said lightly, "Even if you don't recognize me, I still recognize you as my eldest brother forever. But it was indeed the Empress's fault in those years. Now, I just want to do her unfinished business for the Empress!"

The fierce spirit became more and more angry and shouted, "Are you crazy?"

The lich took a deep breath and said, "Even if I'm crazy, I'll do it!"

After saying that, he fluttered and floated into the ancient cave of Zhenmo. The fierce spirit was obviously extremely angry. With a roar, the giant sword cut off the lich. The power of this sword is even better than just now. The stone wall at the mouth of the ancient cave trembled one after another, as if it was about to collapse.

Jin Ping'er saw it from afar, and she still couldn't help worrying about the lich, but the lich had disappeared into the ancient cave of the demon at this moment, and the figure was blocked by the stone wall. Jin Ping'er could not see how to fight with the evil spirit.

In the ancient cave, after the rising sand fell, the fierce spirit roared angrily, but the lich's figure had disappeared.

Only in the deep darkness of the ancient cave, the lich's quiet voice came: "Brother, you are all peerless heroes before and after your death, but we are all the same people now. Why do you have to..."

The fierce and fierce roar, the roar was sad, as if there was a burning heart and lungs in the heart.

There was silence in the ancient cave of Zhenmo, and it was obvious that the lich had gone far away.

The fierce spirit was silent. After a moment, he slowly turned to the stone statue at the entrance of the ancient cave of Zhenmo. His huge white body slowly twisted, and the white air lingered like green smoke, wrapped around the stone statue woman.

"Mother..."

The low choking, the sadness and vicissitudes of life from the next world, with a faint trace of helplessness, quietly echoed between heaven and earth. And his figure gradually drifted away and slowly disappeared in the dark wind.

The calmness was restored in front of the ancient cave of Zhenmo, as if nothing had happened. Only the stone statue of the woman still stood there quietly, and there was a never-ending cold roar, shouting from the depths of the ancient cave of the town.

The sound seemed to be even more sad.

Middle-earth, South, Huqi Mountain.

Under the desolate mountains, the main hall of the Demon Sect Ghost King is hidden, and countless disciples of the Demon Sect are busy in and out of it.

In the deepest part of this place, in the huge natural cave, the ghost king stood on the platform with a blank face and looked at the two ancient beasts in the blood pool below.

The cow was soaked in the blood, motionless, and even his eyes dimmed. The yellow bird, which was still struggling for some time ago, seemed to be under the suppression of some strange forces, and its spirit also stopped, quietly soaked in the blood and stopped moving.

The Fulong tripod, hanging alone in mid-air, flashed with red light, slowly turned, projecting red light curtains, covering the oxen and yellow birds.

The strong smell of blood is full of this cave.

The shadow suddenly flashed, and the most mysterious ghost gentleman in the Ghost King Sect flew up and appeared beside the Ghost King.

The ghost king looked at him and said, "How's it going?"

Mr. Ghost's dress is somewhat similar to the mysterious lich who appeared in southern Xinjiang. He is dressed in black and covered with a black veil, but his voice sounds a little older.

At this moment, he saw the black gauze move gently, nodded slightly, and said, "It's almost done. The cow will surrender, and the yellow bird can return to the battle in less than three days. The four spirit blood array has become half."

The ghost king didn't say anything and nodded slowly.

Mr. Ghost said lightly, "Regardless of the right way, only half of the power of these four spirit blood array is enough to wipe out the poisons and the acacia faction."

The Ghost King looked at him and said slowly, "What I want to deal with is the Jade Dynasty Sword Array of Qingyunmen."

Mr. Ghost is silent.

The ghost king turned around and walked away slowly. At the same time, he said, "I will speed up to find the other two spirit beasts. I'm counting on you here."

Mr. Ghost looked at the figure from behind and gradually walked away, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he turned around, meditated silently, and suddenly sighed. His figure flashed and flew to the blood pool below.

In the ancient cave, the smell of blood suddenly became strong again.

The ghost king came out of the ancient cave of the blood pool, walked with his hands behind his back, walked through a long corridor, and came to a crossroads. After a moment of hesitation, a trace of sadness seemed to flash on his face, and he turned around and walked to the road on the right.

Along the way, many people met the disciples of the Ghost King Sect. When they saw the Ghost King, they bowed their heads and saluted one after another. The Ghost King ignored it. They walked slowly and walked all the way to the end of the road, which was the ice stone room.

He stood in front of the door, looking as stable as Mount Tai, but suddenly seemed to be much older. With a low sigh, he pushed open the stone door and walked in.

A cold air rushed to his face, and the ghost king closed the stone door with his backhand. The ice stone room is not big, and the decoration is extremely simple. There is only an ice stone platform in the middle of the stone room. The face is so white that there is no bloody Baguio. He lies quietly on it, with his hands on his chest, and holding the golden "Hehuan bell".

A woman sat silently beside her and stared at her.

The ghost king went up, his eyes fell on his beloved daughter's face, and the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched. Even the hands behind him couldn't help clenching in an instant.

It's been ten years, it's been ten years.

In the past ten years, there has been almost no day that he has not been sad for his daughter, so that he even deliberately reduced the number of visits to Baguio, so as not to be unable to extricate himself.

The only beloved daughter...

His voice also became low and hoarse: "Youji, you let me stay alone with Yaoer for a while."

Youji slowly stood up, turned around, saluted the ghost king slightly, and then walked out.

The ghost king glanced at her figure without saying a word.

"Bun."

With a low sound, the stone door opened and closed again. In the ice stone room, there were only father and daughter left.

The ghost king sat down slowly beside Baguio.

"Yaoer, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you angry with me..." His low voice echoed quietly in the stone room, with endless sadness.

Only Baguio is still lying so calmly.

The ghost king stared at the beautiful face and was stunned, "You really look like your mother! Even the temper is similar. Do you know, Yaoer..."

"When your mother died, I couldn't see her for the last time, but I knew that she entrusted you to me. For many years, I'm afraid it's not good to you, so I don't have the face to see your mother under Jiuquan again. But...but..."

This figure, who makes countless people in the world today, even his voice trembled slightly at this moment. He said countless times in the past ten years and said, "Why, why are you so stupid..."

Baguio was silent and still lay calmly in front of him. On her pale face, there was no pain and sadness at all. On the contrary, there was a faint smile.

"Yao'er..." The ghost king shouted in a low voice and never said anything again. He just sat so quietly, accompanying his only beloved daughter.

Until, on the stone door of the ice stone room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The ghost king frowned, and the murderous spirit flashed by. In the past ten years, except for the ghost, no one dared to disturb his daughter when he was with him. As for Gui Li, in his eyes, there has always been only one Baguio, but the Ghost King has not said anything to him.

But now the ghost is not here, but some people dare to violate the ghost king's taboo, which is really rare. The ghost king snorted, stood up, gently wiped the faint tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve robe, and took a deep breath. By the time he turned around again, he was already the ghost king who was in awe of countless people.

He walked slowly to the door, opened the stone door, and walked out.

Outside the door, there is only one person standing - Qinglong.

The ghost king frowned, and Qinglong was the head of the four great saints of the previous generation of the Ghost King, and he was also his powerful arm and confidant, and he had always been very leaning on him. And he has always been cautious and will never disturb his relationship with Baguio.

It seems that something big has happened.

The ghost king looked at it, and Qinglong whispered, "On the other side of southern Xinjiang, the news has been sent back."

The ghost king frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Qinglong glanced at the Ghost King and said, "I heard that the ghost has found the person who knows the supernatural and brought him back."

This is not a small matter. Calm and cultivation is like the ghost king. He can't help taking a step forward and saying, "Really?"

Qinglong nodded and sighed in his heart. He was deeply in love with his flesh and blood. He really couldn't give up anyone.

The ghost king looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and calmed down his excitement, but his hands still trembled slightly. He said, "Who is that man and how did the ghost find it?"

Qinglong said, "That man is the great wizard of the Miao people among the five ethnic groups in the southern border. As for Gui Li, how did he know that he had the skill of returning souls? I don't know."

The ghost king nodded and said, "It doesn't matter to him, as long as he can save Yao'er, he can save Yao'er..." He really can't wait for the great wizard and the ghost to be in front of him at this moment.

"How many days have they left, and how long will it take to get here?" The ghost king asked.

Qinglong said, "This news was revealed by Gui Li himself to our spies in the south. I heard that the big wizard was seriously injured and couldn't fly, so he had to walk slowly."

The ghost king was stunned and said, "He is seriously injured. What's going on?"

Qinglong said, "I heard that it was an injury caused by the infighting of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. In addition," he hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems that Gui Li has also suffered a serious injury, and it is in the right hand."

The ghost king's eyes condensed and said, "What's going on?"

Qinglong shook his head and said, "The specific situation is not clear. The area of southern Xinjiang has always been the power of the incense valley. It is difficult for our people to get in. I'm afraid we have to wait for the ghost to come back and ask again. However, in the south, the second brother Baihu has always been in charge, and the news was also sent back by him. But in his words, it seems to be..."

The ghost king said coldly, "What did the white tiger say?"

Qinglong was silent for a moment and said, "White Tiger mentioned that there is also a charming woman who came back with Gui Li."

The ghost king's face changed.

Qinglong glanced at the ghost king and slowly continued, "In addition, the white tiger specially mentioned a point in the news that the monkey next to the ghost seemed to be different."

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the ghost king. After a long time, he slowly said, "Three-eyed monkey, have you opened your eyes?"

Qinglong was silent and didn't say anything.

Outside the ice stone room, he suddenly calmed down. The ghost king slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the stone door. His eyes seemed to go through the thick stone door and saw the calm woman.

"Yao'er, are you looking at your father..."

The ghost king read such a leisurely sentence in his heart.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains, the ancient cave of Zhenmo.

Jin Ping'er quietly moved his body and approached the mysterious and gloomy ancient cave.

At this moment, the lich has been in for a long time, and the fierce spirit has disappeared and has never appeared again. The mouth of the whole ancient cave is cold and silent, and only the gloomy wind blowing from the ancient cave of Zhenmo is still roaring.

Gradually, the golden bottle approached the stone statue woman. She approached carefully, and it was very calm around until she walked three feet in front of the stone statue woman. There was only the wind roaring and there was no movement.

Jin Ping'er suddenly felt as if she heard her heartbeat.

She calmed down and looked around carefully, especially in the ancient cave of Zhenmo, where the dark part was bottomless, like a horrible demon hidden in the dark, opening her fierce mouth and roaring non-stop.

Jin Ping'er frowned slightly and intuitively felt that in the darkness, the evil spirit soared to the sky, which made her qi and blood fight back, which was really uncomfortable. But at this moment, her curiosity is far better than others. The woman's stone statue is really a mysterious existence in her heart. In any case, she should take a good look at the stone statue.

The next moment, her eyes fell on the stone statue.

This is a beautiful woman! Jin Ping'er said so gently in her heart.

The graceful eyebrows are thin across her eyes, and the melon seed-like face has slightly stiff lines. Her lips were squeezed, and her eyes were resolute, as if after thousands of disasters, she finally made a decision. But her face and her expression were strangely gentle, a little sad, and a little sour.

Tens of millions of years of wind and frost, can you grind away the beauty of the past?

You stand alone in the years, and for whom?

Jin Pinger looked silently, slowly stretched out her hand and touched the stone statue woman. She didn't notice that behind her, from the moment her hand touched the stone statue, suddenly white gas came out, gradually condensed, gradually gathered the human form, and the fierce spirit appeared.

Under the bottom of the hand, it turned out to be a rough stone, the scars hit by the wind, cold snow, wind and rain of countless years, as if under the white hands of the golden bottle, one by one, from the stone statue, to her palm, to her heart.

What kind of woman is this woman?

The golden bottle seemed to be crazy and was deeply attracted by the stone statue of the woman.

Behind it, the fierce spirit had completely appeared, with an angry face. The huge sword was raised high, suddenly shouted, and Huo Ran cut it off!