escape!

Escape to the city closest to here!

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Father Mule's voice was almost hoarse, and he couldn't tell whether he was shouting or crying. "Come out of this valley and it is Mocheng! It will be saved! Hurry up!"

There is a real miasma billowing from the south, and it is about to pour into this valley, and the sharp cry of the dead soul has been transmitted to the ears of everyone.

The cattle, horses and animals went crazy at this time, throwing off their hooves with all their strength, and rushing out of the canyon. The child riding on the back of the ox and horse was thrown off and could not get up in time, but was overwhelmed by the crowd coming up from behind and disappeared, only the mother, who was carried forward by the crowd, shouted his nickname piercingly.

Han Er led the cultivators who did not escape to the end, guarding the entrance to the valley.

Seeing that the ghosts were getting closer and closer, the formations laid out in advance were broken one after another, and the monks who protected the desert fell one by one. Some were dragged into the black miasma, and before the monks who were dragged into the black miasma disappeared, their exposed skin climbed a layer of frost at an alarming speed... In the end, only Han Er and monk Lu were left.

Xiu Xiu cut off a ghost hand with one sword, and dragged Han Er, who was almost dragged into the miasma fog, out.

Han Er threw the Yun Lingzhu that he was holding at the bottom of the box to this mean-spoken swordsman who likes to show off: "Come on!"

Xiu Xiu glanced at the deserted team and found that the deserted team had escaped from the valley. Without saying a word, he threw the Yun Lingzhu into a pile of ghosts rushing over, and then picked up Han Erxiang, whose legs were frozen. flee. When he was about to escape, he suddenly saw a child with half of his leg crushed by a stone, crying and trying to crawl out.

"Father-mother-"

The child was in tears.

Brother Lu paused, and Han Er had already pulled away from him and rolled towards the child. He scolded the mother and dragged the two to continue to flee.

During the delay, the miasma fog has poured into the valley.

Countless pairs of gray and cold hands stretched out from the darkness and grabbed the three people who were as small as ants. When he was about to grab the child lying on Han Er's shoulders, a young man in white walked in from the exit of the valley. In a flash, he arrived in front of Brother Lu and the others. obsession.

No one saw him.

He is more ghostly than a dead soul.

The gray and cold hands were frozen in the air, and Brother Lu and the others moved forward without realizing it.

The miasma fog flooded the valley, and also the invisible boy in white. He wasn't swallowed by the ghosts and ghosts in the fog, but he didn't look like a ghost or a ghost... Because compared to the ghosts whose faces were constantly changing, the boy in white had clearer eyebrows and a more stable figure.

is the soul.

Qiu Bodeng turned his head and glanced in the direction of the city.

He played a small trick and deceived a fool who was easy to bully... That fool was obviously human and the way of heaven, but he insisted on using everything in exchange for him to be free from disease and disaster. It doesn't matter whether the sky covers the moon or the Great Wilderness attacks Nanchen. But if the sun and moon fall and Nanchen collapses, the way of heaven will also collapse.

"How can you be so stupid?"

Qiu Bodeng asked softly.

Brother Lu and the others escaped from the valley, Qiu Bodeng withdrew his sight, and continued to move forward in the miasma fog.

The miasma mist pushed toward the plain like a tide.

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The outline of Mocheng appeared in the dark night, and someone in the corner tower on the city wall lit a torch to guide the direction of the barren people. Miasma mist rolled in, and the city gates slammed shut amid the desperate cries of the deserters.

People who didn't have time to rush in crowded under the city wall.

Some of the families built by the wandering people on small carts and horses have been broken up. The woman with disheveled hair stared blankly at the approaching ghosts, suddenly shouting one or two names, laughing and crying and rushing into the fog. Some even get together. The husband lifts the wife, the wife lifts the child, and passes the child from the crowd. The child grabbed the rope and climbed up the city wall. When he turned his head again, the figures of his father and mother had disappeared into the darkness.

Lu Xiushi dragged Han Er and the child who rescued ascended the city.

Suddenly, Han Er jumped up and rushed to another tooth stack of the city wall.

The father pushed a person to the city, and he was pushed into the fog.

Han Er rushed over, only grabbing his breaking bag. The white round paper money in the stubborn bag was raised and raised to the sky. There are always paper money in the sack of Dad's father, saying that it is the bones of pedestrians who encounter other pedestrians who have been swallowed by the deserted road. They are also hard -working people without the ability to collect the burial, so give people some paper money ...

He walked for a lifetime, sprinkled paper money for others for a lifetime, and gave himself his last.

... Walking out of sorrow and sorrow.

Sorrow that it is difficult to turn back that day.

East also left, and west also left.

Go to the east to the west to the grave.

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The soul is as light as feathers.

Along the way, the fine ice dust continued to fall from the fingertips of a thin light.

For the soul, the fog is a very cold and cold place, and it is a kind of cold and cold that the living person cannot imagine. But the dead soul was dead and there was nowhere to liberate, so he could only suffer in Senhan day after day, and to suffer this kind of torture day after day. Therefore, the dead soul always hovers outside the city, always hates the living people, and is jealous of everything that the living people have.

It is difficult for people to know the truth of the Twelve continents.

Because almost no one can walk into the fog and return to the world in the way of soul.

This is a ghost road.

The world is 90,000 miles away from the ghost.

Along the way, the revenge light moved forward very fast, and didn't know how much miles were out of the way, and for a moment, it kept it.

Until passing through a plain swallowed by the desert, he suddenly waved his robe sleeves, like the ink dripping into the rice paper, a small piece of fog surrounded by the surrounding fog was swarmed, revealing the overgrown ground, and a bunch of bonfires burned. Under the ember.