Nianda: "little brother?"

Still no response, Nian Da was finally a little hairy, and couldn't help but shouted boldly: "Uncle Master! Uncle Cheng, are you in there? Cheng..."

His voice stopped abruptly, as if his tongue had been pulled out, and he stood there dumbfounded—the narrow path ahead had come to an end, and Rokuro, who was leading the way, suddenly fell down silently, and the scene in the mountain suddenly caught his eye.

I saw an utensil about the height of a person on display here, in the shape of an oil lamp, with an open long neck, and under the long neck were engraved with dense spells, all the way to the ground, and the blood-red spells were covered within a radius of several zhang.

There is nothing scary about the spell, even if it is really scary, Nian Da's two or five eyes can't see any way, and what scared his three souls away is that the oil lamp is not filled with lamp oil, but a pool of blood. The blood and water were being mixed up for some unknown reason. There was no wind, and countless skeletons went up and down inside, and the entire mountain was filled with blood.

Cheng Qian, who followed quietly, frowned, and he recognized it at a glance, it was actually a soul-eating lamp.

And it seems to be the one that was destroyed by Beimingjun before.

Just as he was carefully observing the spell under the Soul Eater Lamp, a white shadow suddenly flew out of the blood lamp without warning, sunk into Rokuro's body by surprise.

The young man rolled into a strange posture on the ground, and then suddenly jumped up, his fingernails rose three inches, and he pinched Nian Da's neck fiercely. He could have resisted, but as soon as he saw the young face of Rokuro, he acted like a woman again and thought: "This child is a mortal man, if I strike down, he may not be alive."

With just a moment of hesitation, Nian Da missed the last opportunity, and the demonic energy completely invaded Rokuro's body in a blink of an eye. The demonic energy collided so that one side was long and the other was short, and the deformed phalanx broke through the flesh, raised it to point at Nian Da's eyebrows, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Gather the yīn of the underworld, melt the blood and energy of thousands of people as the body, and transform the soul into the soul. Wantiao, the way of ghosts is the only one..."

Nian Da had a splitting headache, and the three souls and seven souls were shaking together, feeling that his physical body was unable to retain his soul, and he seemed to be flying out from the center of his eyebrows.

There was a sinister smile on the face of "Rokuro": "Soul Deng Zai... who is it!"

A sharp sword light struck and slashed down at the head of the "Rokuro" without leaving his hand. Rokuro's soul-pulling practice was suddenly interrupted, and he was almost attacked by the soul-eating lamp, and he had to throw Nian Da aside, and immediately let out a cry. Heart-piercing roar.

Cheng Qian walked out from where no one was carrying his sword, still looking down at the spell under the Soul Eater Lamp, and said calmly, "Why, Senior Jiang, when Lord Beiming smashed the Soul Eater with one soul, you There is no physical and spiritual extinction? It seems that ghosts are really unique in the matter of the soul, you are... um, do you want to reshape the soul-eating lamp?"

As soon as Cheng Qian saw the huge soul-devouring lamp, he first thought of Jiang Peng, and then when he heard him speak, he felt more like it, but he couldn't confirm it.

The spells on the ground were so complex that it was difficult for even Cheng Qian to fully understand them for a while, so he deliberately pulled up a long tone, pretending to be confident, and made unfounded nonsense, trying to delay for a while by speaking. So that he could memorize the entire spell on the ground by rote.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the face of "Liu Lang" changed greatly, and he rushed towards Cheng Qian with a roar, as if he had been told some secret, and was ready to kill him.

Cheng Qian turned around to dodge a few black breaths, and was suddenly shocked - this person is really Jiang Peng? Is he really refining the Soul Eater?

Even though Jiang Peng was originally a peerless great demon, attached to mortals, and without a soul-devouring lamp and ghosts, he would not take him in the eyes of Cheng Qian's current cultivation. Especially this Jiang Peng has obviously lost his mind, like a mad dog.

This person's current situation is the same as that of the great demon who made a sect of a gān school in the East China Sea, so the idea of ​​pretending to be evil spirits to deceive the nearby monks... Was it really what he came up with?

Cheng Qian was suddenly horrified, what the hell is the way of ghosts?

Are people using the soul-eating lamp as a weapon, or is the soul-eating lamp eating people into ghosts?

Who actually introduced Jiang Peng into the ghost realm back then?

Cheng Qian immediately stopped suppressing his own cultivation. With him as the center, the frost gradually enveloped the entire mountain, but it was unable to penetrate the vicinity of the big soul-devouring lamp.

Jiang Peng was agitated by the cold, but he regained some sense of sanity. He took a half step back and stared at Cheng Qian vigilantly: "Who the hell are you?"

Cheng Qian replied coldly, "The one who cleans the door."

After he finished speaking, his sword light ran towards Jiang Peng like a cold star, and he was using a swinging wooden sword. When the rib came out, the bloody bone turned into a long sword glowing with black energy in his hand, and when it was sacrificed in the air, it suddenly turned into ten incomplete ghosts, and he wanted to surround Cheng Qian.

Nian Da, who had just taken a sigh of relief, saw this situation, almost fainted again, and howled with a voice that was pinched into a gong: "Be careful!"

After a hundred years of practice, didn't expect that the first person to try the sword turned out to be the same sect master.

What kind of luck is this?

The mediocre saber in Cheng Qian's hand suddenly rose three feet, Qing Feng was incompetent, dismissing all the ghosts as nothing, and pointed directly at Jiang Peng without any hindrance.

The sword from Shimen put an incomparable pressure on Jiang Peng's head. In that instant, the big devil finally shook his heart. This slight shaking just appeared, and the soul-eating lamp was a seamless spell. There was a flaw in the circle, and the blood-red spell was driven straight in by a long line of frost—Cheng Qian was just swaying, and his goal was the Soul Eater.

He only heard a low voice: "Bro—"

The entire mountain suddenly collapsed. The half-refined Soul Eater was split into two halves by Cheng Qian's sword. Thousands of ghosts detained in the Soul Lamp rushed to escape, curling up into a black mist, and the thick blood was all over the place. He was picked up by his sword energy, rolled for a moment, and exploded.

A loud noise almost knocked Nian Dian unconscious, and it took him a while to wake up, only to see that the corner of the mountain had been broken open, and the sky had leaked in. Fortunately, the mountain could hold up and didn't bury them alive inside. , The Soul Eater Lamp was destroyed again, and the elders of Youtan had already returned their swords to their sheaths, and stood aside indifferently, looking at the bloody "Rokuro" on the ground.

Nian Da rushed to Cheng Qian's side: "Uncle...this..."

"The master has run away." Cheng Qian said, and Chong Nian Da stretched out his hand, "Is there any healing medicine?"

"Yes, yes!" Nian Da was busy rubbing his body, took out a small bottle of medicinal pill, and was about to clumsily feed the dying Liulang, but Cheng Qian stretched out his hand to stop him, only to see that the pill fell into his palm, It suddenly turned into a cloud of mist and flowed softly into Rokuro's body.

The medicinal herbs in Shu have their own uniqueness, and the immediate effect was immediate, and the eyes of Rokuro that had been slack were re-condensed. The boy's face was full of pits, and his long and short arms were limply hanging by his side, and there was one missing in his upper abdomen. Ribs, leaving a black dòngdòng blood, looks very shocking.

Nian Da couldn't help but said, "Uncle Shi, can he still live?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes and looked at the dying boy. Rokuro's deformed hand slammed on the ground, his eyes widened, and there was an almost hideous intention to survive.

Cheng Qian said: "It depends on whether he wants to live that much."

Before Nian Da could understand what this sentence meant, he saw Cheng Qian suddenly hit three cold air from his palm, like three nails, and mercilessly nailed them into Liulang's Parkway, Dantian and sole, Liulang opened his mouth wide. , but could not even make a sound, the whole person was violently pulled out on the ground, leaving a long blood mark.

"A mortal person will lose his soul when he dies, so I nailed his soul into this body. If he survives within two hours, you will take him back to Mingming Valley. Please send him to the real person Tang Zhen," Cheng said. Qian said, "I can't make it through, I can't help it - I still have something to do, it's inconvenient to take you, see you by fate."

After he finished speaking, he turned and turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and he left in such a hurry.

Nianda: "Ah! Uncle Shi! Wait!"

He jumped three feet high and wanted to catch up, but he couldn't bear to leave Rokuro, who had passed out, so he had to spin around like a donkey in the same place. Suddenly, a group of fiery meteors rushed into the mountain like a fiery meteor, turning into a human on the ground. Nian Da was so frightened that he shrank his head, and when he looked again, the person who came was actually a beautiful woman, so he greeted somewhat embarrassedly: "Gu, girl, you..."

It was the puddle who broke in. She swept her eyes and chopped her feet: "Where's the person?"

Nian Da stammered and asked, "Who, who?"

Shuideng stepped forward and grabbed Nian Da's collar, lifted him up with great force, and asked Lianzhu pào, "Where is the person who made the sword here just now?"

Nian Da blushed and had a thick neck, and spit out two words with difficulty: "...Let's go."

"Where did you go?"

Nian Da grimaced and struggled to save his neck: "I don't know, girl, that's a sect elder, how could he tell me where he's going?"

Shuideng left him as soon as he turned around and walked away. After thinking about it, he suddenly turned back and asked, "What kind of school are you? What kind of elder is he?"

Nian Dag coughed for a moment, but still replied with a good temper: "There is only our Mingming Valley nearby. That is the elder Youtan I sent. He has been in seclusion for almost fifty years. Girl, you must be mistaken..."

Puddle cut him off: "What's his name?"

Nian Da sighed when she saw that she was obsessed, but answered honestly, "Cheng..."

Before the last word came out, the puddle had turned into a fire again, and he chased out without looking back.