Humans have three souls and seven souls. There are many people in the world who are dying, and there are many people who have died unjustly. After many people die, a wave of resentment has not disappeared. After a long time, it will naturally become a ghost. Humans are human, and ghosts have ghosts. Not all ghosts can cause harm to people, but they have deep grievances. After practicing for many years and becoming a serious ghost, even ordinary monks will have headaches when they encounter them. And the resentful Specters are no longer limited to the category of "injustice and debt," they resent everyone in the world, and if they are unhappy, they will take revenge and implicate innocent people.
Among the ghosts, after thousands of years, they have not transcended transcendence. They have gathered the evil energy of heaven and earth in one body. They can drive away the soul and control the soul.
The cultivation method of ghost cultivators is different from that of monks in the world, and it is also different from demons. It cannot be judged by low-level or high-level, but the strength of ghost king Linghuyou, if he is a monk in the world, is enough to surpass the grandmaster, unfathomable.
His fingernails are slender, and a single stroke in the air leaves five strands of black gas. If these black gasses remain on the skin, they will definitely erode the confinement of the flesh and damage the spiritual power cultivation base.
Chang Ming swung his sword away and slashed towards the black qi, which turned into powder in the sword glow and dissipated invisible.
The ghost king's offensive was extremely fierce, and there was no room for manoeuvre and reaction. Chapter was stunned in place and reacted a little slowly, and was almost affected by the black air. Fortunately, He Qingmo arrived in time and pushed him aside.
"Senior, I'm here to help you!"
His long sword moved with air, and the purple glow gleamed toward the ghost king with the sword master's thoughts.
The sword's edge is like thunder, the sword's light is like the sun, and it is unstoppable!
The whole body of the Ghost King was instantly shrouded in sword light, almost invisible.
But He Qingmo only heard a sneer.
"No, self, quantity, strength!"
His smile is also different from that of a living person. It's gloomy and gloomy, like the Qingming rain, and the chill is so deep that people can't help but feel dizzy from the bottom of my heart.
He Qingmo even felt that this laughter had a kind of invisible magic power, and unconsciously it would draw his mind and turn in the direction the other party wanted.
The hand that drew the sword and squeezed the tactic trembled slightly.
It is this tremor!
The sword light disappeared suddenly, and the ghost king's figure also disappeared in front of him. Before He Qingmo could turn his head to take a closer look, he only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and almost the entire arm had to be removed.
His face was horrified, the more he wanted to resist and struggle, the more he could not use his arms, and even the sword he carried with him would not obey him, and no matter how he summoned him, he could not come back.
The strength of grasping the arm is getting stronger and stronger, He Qingmo is almost speechless in pain, and can only insist on gritted teeth.
Suddenly, the pressure on his arm loosened, and his body staggered back suddenly and was supported by He Xiyun.
"Friend He, how are you!"
"I… "
fine…
He couldn't even speak in pain.
The arm can still move, but every movement will cause huge pain, this kind of pain even surpasses the pain level of the arm being cut off. There are eight characters in the sky.
The strength of this ghost king can be described as a deep pool of ice, and it is impossible to know the details!
Naturally, it was Changming who solved his predicament.
The Four Fei Sword was like an arm and a finger in his hand, and it was invincible. The Ghost King was quite afraid of the sword light, so he let go of He Qingmo at once.
The two fought close to each other again, and the ghost king's figure was almost integrated with the surrounding environment, faintly erratic, making it difficult to see his movements.
Changming couldn't see clearly either.
He was identified by "smell".
Because ghosts also smell.
"What are you looking for?"
A light laughter sounded, as if a light breath was sprayed on Changming's auricle.
The shadow flashed past, and the sword slashed in the air.
"I'm looking for you." Chang Ming said.
"I'm not here?" The ghost king laughed, his voice fluctuating far and near.
When it is close, it seems to be close to his body, and when it is far away, it seems to be on the horizon.
"I don't know yet, what's your name?"
Chang Ming's wrist moved slightly, and the Sifei Sword went away in response, and the black energy suddenly dispersed, but it was only the ghost king's phantom.
"My name is Jiufang Changming."
"Jiufang, Changming? This name is very interesting, I seem to have heard it somewhere."
"Where did you hear it?"
"I don't remember. I know too many things. There are always some things that I have to forget and can't remember. But I like you very much. Why don't you stay and I let them go."
"Where is this place?"
"Wangui Cave, Wenrou Township, where do you think it is, it is where it is."
"I'm not a ghost, how can I stay?"
"In that case, you have become a ghost, can't you stay? I'll help you."
The black light slowly condensed into a sword shape, and with a gentle and lingering voice, slashed towards his neck.
Chang Ming pulled back, but was blocked by the invisible ghost energy behind him.
"Renou Township is a good name, but unfortunately you can't find your lover. Do you need me to help you?"
Chang Ming smiled slightly, made a seal and squeezed a tactic, and a golden light burst out. The ghost energy behind him collapsed, and the ghost sword in front of him was blocked by the four non-swords and split open, like a broken bamboo.
But this is the ghost king's territory. As long as they are here, they will always be led away by the other party.
Ghost qi will slowly penetrate into their bodies, affecting their minds, corrupting their cultivation, and eventually—
Make them part of here.
He Xiyun gradually felt a deeper fear, and she even regretted that she had responded to the chapter's call for help, causing the three of them, Chang Ming and He Qingmo, to be dragged into this ghost place.
The chill came from behind, He Xiyun turned around and pulled out the sword, and found that the girl in red was rushing towards her with blood and tears flowing from her eyes, her face was transparent, and she was not afraid of her sword energy at all.
He Xiyun's heart suddenly jumped, and he didn't have time to react. Seeing that he was about to be caught, He Qingmo slashed with a sword, and the sword energy was magnificent, but the girl in red was scared this time, and she stepped back suddenly, as if she was afraid.
He Qingmo used the sword again, and He Xiyun could see it clearly now. His sword energy contained golden light, which was stronger and more powerful than his own. His natural spiritual power was also much more mellow. He Qingmo was not afraid of He Xiyun, indicating that He Xiyun's cultivation was too low to be regarded by the other party.
Forcing back a Specter is not enough to save them from their current crisis.
The ghosts were approaching from all directions, a hand stretched out from the ground and slowly and silently climbed to He Xiyun's ankle.
And she, unaware, just stared around.
"I can help you, recall your memory, and find the person you were looking for."
Chang Ming said to the ghost king, between the two, every move wanted to kill each other, but the ghost king's voice was gentle, and Chang Ming was not slow. Just like an old friend.
The Ghost King was surprised at Chang Ming's strength, knowing that he would not be able to win quickly, so he slowed down and continued to deal with him.
"I don't remember her."
In the memory, it seems that there is such a person, vague, but it is too long, and even the unforgettable feeling of him has been worn away in the passage of time, and his heart has become like water.
No, how could a ghost have a heart
It is a man who has a heart, and his heart...
The Ghost King's gaze fell on Chang Ming who was not far away, his gaze moved down from the other side, and stopped at his heart.
"Can you show me your heart?"
He wanted to dig it out to see if it was hot and blood red.
It's been a long time since I've eaten a living human heart.
He has seen many hearts dug out from living people, beating, bloody, and steaming, but the taste of those hearts is not very good. Later, he gradually disliked them. , on the contrary, it hooked up that long-lost desire again.
"The person you like is a human or a ghost?"
"It seems to be a human. But after so long, he should have become a ghost long ago."
"what is her name?"
name…
The ghost king looked at Chang Ming's smiling eyes and slightly tilted mouth, and was a little dazed for a while.
It seems that there is also a clear word in her name.
Yes, what is her name, and the word at the back is her nickname.
She likes to call her by her nickname, but he doesn't, always trying to make her angry.
later-
The ghost king suddenly got angry, raised his sleeves and waved away, all the five ghosts came out and rushed towards Changming!
However, Changming has disappeared in place, leaving only a human-shaped puppet.
One after another, the puppets appeared around the five ghosts, and with just a little provocation, they made them crazy and killed each other.
Ghosts are different from puppets. They are a species with their own consciousness, which is different from human beings and demons. Those ghosts with a little spirituality have been practicing for many years, and they can also become ghosts. The king of ghosts is naturally the most powerful among ghosts.
But the five ghosts he released, although the attack power is amazing, at best they are only a few residual resentments before his death, which is not enough to form his complete consciousness.
"You like her very much and want to remember her, but you still forget her."
Chang Ming's voice suddenly sounded from behind, with a strong sense of bewitchment.
The ghost king suddenly turned around and grabbed it!
Changming disappeared in place.
The art of turning things into gods!
The spiritual power behind him came like a storm, and the ghost king was caught off guard, his body was restrained by several strands of spiritual power, and Changming's hand was directly on his neck.
The two were close at hand, and the tip of the other's nose almost pressed against the Ghost King's face. The Ghost King had no time to restrain his expression, and even had residual shock.
"How can you say that you like me like this? Linghu You, do you think I will be interested in you?"
The ghost king narrowed his eyes and shot out as quickly as lightning.
Another catch!
"Think about it, what's her name?"
what is it call
What is her name
If Xu Jingxian was here, he would definitely be surprised to find that Chang Ming actually used the demonic voice of the Demon Sect.
But Chang Ming had been in the Demon Sect before, and he learned from others' strengths. There are almost no cultivation techniques and secrets of various schools in the world that he does not know.
Many sects that are unrelated to others, but in his view, they have the same goal in different ways, and they are inseparable from the same ancestry.
Moreover, Chang Ming's Soul Destroyer Demonic Sound is obviously more skillful than most people in the Demon Sect.
In his eyes, only useful or not, there is no difference between right and wrong.
All things in the world are like this.
The depths are ups and downs, the distance is erratic, like a bell like jade, like Lu like the wind.
This kind of magic sound shook people's hearts, and even the ghost king was inevitably affected.
"Her name is Minghui."