"ah… "
A shrill scream spread with a roar of hatred. Perhaps it touched something. After hearing the scream that turned into ashes, the ghosts who were hesitating to move forward roared and floated forward to surround Fengjiu.
Wisps of ghosts floated towards her like black smoke, and a strong yin energy surrounded her entire body. It was so dark that nothing else could be seen.
Fengjiu immediately summoned the energy in her body, and with a swoosh, the Qingfeng sword in her hand attacked the surroundings with flames. The sword energy and the flames blended with each other, drawing an arc beside her, splitting and expelling all the ghosts surrounding her.
She was wearing a dazzling red dress, and her beautiful face was filled with a chilling coldness. She looked at the ghosts around her with a fierce and oppressive gaze. She curled her lips and sneered, "You were not my opponent when you were alive, and you are even less my opponent after you die!"
The flaming Qingfeng sword in her hand slashed in front of her, raised with a whoosh, and pointed diagonally at the ground. She raised her chin slightly, looking down at the ghosts like a king, and said in a sharp and captivating voice: "I, Fengjiu, have never regretted killing anyone along the way! You all died under my sword, so you all deserved to die! If the ghosts don't leave, I don't mind sending you on your way again!"
The voice that contained the pressure and the aura of a strong person spread in the air with a strong aura of spiritual energy. Her voice was so magnanimous, her eyes were so fearless, and her aura was so powerful that the ghosts and spirits around her did not dare to take a single step forward. They hovered around her, wanting to leave but seemed unwilling to do so.
Feng Jiu swept her cold eyes around, holding the sword in her hand pointing diagonally at the ground, and walked forward step by step. In front of her, the ghosts were frightened by her powerful aura and terrifying pressure, and had to make way for her to pass.
As Fengjiu walked forward, she only knew that as she walked forward, the darkness in front of her gradually dissipated, and the ghosts around her also disappeared, until the forest appeared in front of her again. She couldn't help but look up and see the sunlight, and the birds on the branches chirped.
She narrowed her eyes, stopped moving, and just looked at the sunlight above her head, thinking about the ghosts and spirits before.
Countless people had died at her hands along the way, and her hands were stained with blood, but in her heart, she believed that all the dead deserved to die!
She stands tall between heaven and earth, with no regrets!
"Ajiu."
A gentle voice was heard in the sunlight. The familiar voice made her startle slightly. A look of astonishment appeared on her face and she froze in place.
On the tree next to her, a piece of white robe was hanging down and fluttering gently in the wind. Looking at the dangling white robe, her heart suddenly trembled and she looked up instinctively.
She saw a handsome man in snow-white clothes leaning on a branch of the tree. He had picturesque eyebrows and smiling black eyes, and was looking at her tenderly.
"Ajiu."
The voice called out again, just like it did in the past, with its unique gentleness and breath.
"Mo Chen..."
Feng Jiu stared at him blankly, that familiar brow, that familiar smile, and that familiar look, he was so real, just like,