1094: C1094 The Weeping Ghost and the Witchcraft Are Sentenced to Death

C1094 The Weeping Ghost and the Witchcraft Are Sentenced to Death

2"What I said is true. Without you, I really don't know how to live."

"And I swear that there won't be a next time."

"Don't you still have Ye Xue? Why didn't Ye Xue come back with you? " I said I wasn't angry. "

A trace of worry appeared on Lin Feng's forehead. He said helplessly, "She is wearing heavenly armor. Once she goes out of control, it will be difficult for me to protect myself. Considering your safety, I didn't come back with you. Instead, I live on a mountain peak outside Ancient Cherry City."

"You are really cruel. She is a little girl. She did not say that she would arrange a better place for her. The nobles and merchants outside are all wealthy. They are all hidden beauties in their golden houses. You are good! Just leave others hanging on the mountain? "Leave her alone on the mountain to blow the wind?"

"She insisted on not coming, and I have no other choice," Wang Yao said. Furthermore, I've given her the Kun Peng Technique and the inheritance scroll. " Once the time is ripe, the threat of the heavenly armor will decrease. That will be logical then. "

Qi Lian asked, "Then you should go to see her often?"

"Yes." She nodded. Waiting for the Object's reaction.

Qi Lian was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Can you bring me along next time? I also want to see this elder sister."

"This..." Lin Feng was troubled for a moment. "I don't know if Ye Xue is ready to see you now. I think it's better to slow down the meeting."

Qi Lian made an "oh" sound and curled her lips reluctantly.

Lin Feng asked, "Baby, how is your recovery?"

"With the help of the Qilin, I have recovered about fifty to sixty percent. I believe that in another half a month, my body should be fully recovered."

"Time waits for no one. We must hurry to the Descent Mountain Range. These few days, let me use the power of the Roc to help you recover. " In this way, you'll recover faster. "

"Healing is healing, you can't touch randomly."

Lin Feng smiled and whispered in her ear," Of course I won't touch randomly. I know very well where I want to touch. I definitely won't touch the wrong place. Don't worry. "

Qi Lian was surprised. "That's okay. Remember not to come into my room. ... Ah! What are you doing? "Put me down! Lin Feng, you are going to die!"

It was night. The room was warm. Two entangled figures were reflected under the red candle. They were rolling like wolves. In the quiet night, dragon roars could be heard. Phoenix cries could be heard. Love. It lasted for a long time in the name of passion.

...

Thinking of the long and drawn-out nature of the world, one could only weep in sorrow!

In the middle of the endless stars, a drifting soul drifted leisurely along with the strong wind in the endless void. The soul did not have any independent consciousness at all. It merely followed the astral winds and drifted about. It did not know where it went, nor did it know where it came from. It just drifted around aimlessly.

Just as the soul was drifting, a black light suddenly came from the distant horizon. It instantly flew towards the soul that could drift away at any time.

"Eh? How could this soul be so weak? I thought the soul that wasn't attracted by the power of Samsara should be very strong. Sigh, forget it. Even if it is like this, it is still better than nothing. Then come over. "

A black light suddenly stopped beside this weak soul. It turned into a black mist that looked like a human.

From the dark fog, one could vaguely see that the human-shaped person was wearing a long white robe. His face was like a withered vulture, and there was not a single hair on his head. With a light wave of his sleeve, an extremely strong suction force was released from his wide sleeves, and then it headed towards the soul cage in the sky.

Just as the weak soul was about to be put into his long sleeves, there was an intense sound of something piercing through the air. It was as if a pair of scissors were cutting through a piece of paper. Then, a bone-piercing blade light slashed towards the man's hand.

At this moment, the bald person reacted swiftly and quickly turned his hand. The suction force in his sleeve instantly turned into a powerful airflow that surged out like a tsunami and collided with the incoming blade.

"Bang!"

After a loud sound, a person appeared in front of the bald man. His expression was indifferent, and the blade reflected his lifeless face that looked like a clay sculpture. The killing intent and resentment that could not be hidden in his eyes made people want to retreat three feet.

A short confrontation. After a short confrontation, the person pointed a sharp weapon that was as long as a curved sickle at the bald man in front of him and said coldly: "Wu Xing, you have no chance in front of me."

"Oh!" The bald man floated over three meters away and looked at the person in front of him with interest, then he grunted lightly and said, "So it's the number one general under the skull, Ghost Cry. It really makes Little Wu afraid!"1

The man named Ghost Cry moved the scythe in his hand. His hoarse voice and the silver light on the cold blade suddenly flashed. "Wu Qi Xing, pay attention to your words. If you speak to the Death God, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"Hehehehe!" Wu Zhixing let out a weird laugh. He seemed to be shaking in the clouds in the sky. "I am not dead. Of course, I am not under his control. If I die, will he repay me with justice? He's a Death God who holds the power of the dead, so he shouldn't be so petty, right?"

Gui Weeping's eyes slanted downwards, and the corners of his mouth moved as he said coldly, "If you act unjustly, you'll die. If you leave the Ghost Tomb, you'll leave your life behind."

"Aiya, Ghost Cry, why are all the people of Samsara like this? In terms of strength, our Ghost Tomb's bloodline is already stronger. Just like this, they want us to rebel against the Cthulhu Supreme all the time. Are you all a bit despicable? " When Wu Qi Xing spoke, he pointed at the sky and painted the ground with a provocative expression.

The Weeping Ghost remained unmoved. He only held the sickle in front of him and said lightly, " Wu Ji Xing, being arrogant and arrogant is not good for you. In front of me, you have no chance."

"Here it comes again..."

Wu Ji Xing shook his head and said impatiently, "Can't you change your lines? Do you mean that I don't have a chance to live or that I don't have a chance to take this soul away?"

"In my opinion, I'm afraid that neither of them will have a chance." Ghost Cry extended his sickle and pointed it at Wu Ji Xing.

"Hehehe... This is really exciting! Come, come, come, come. We haven't fought for decades. Today, let's have a good spar. I can't help but want to die under your 'Questioning God'."

A terrifying aura slowly spread out from Wu Zhixing's body. It caused the surrounding clouds to roll up and spread out one wave after another.

Gui Weeping said: "Then I will do as you wish today!"

Divine General Sickle's sharp weapon slashed at the empty space in front of him. Instantly, an aura of death filled the entire sky. Darkness descended, wind and lightning rolled, and the surrounding plants emitted a hissing sound that caused everyone to be shocked.

Wu Ji Xing laughed loudly and said, "Unfortunately, you don't have any chance either. Ghost Cry, I'm going to make a move now. You have to take this move well. I've been practicing this move since I was born. After hundreds of years of training, I've finally mastered it."

He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. He said with a smile that was not a smile, "You are lucky. You are the first person to see this move." Then, his tone sank and he threw out a sentence with hatred. "But it will definitely not be the last one."

The aura on Wu Zhixing's body became stronger and stronger. He wanted to exert his strength in an instant. Gui Weeping knew that this person had always been cunning and crafty. Although the aura on his body was not enough to threaten him, he could not afford to be careless. Therefore, he had no choice but to concentrate and wait.

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