The spiritual energy gradually arises, covering the sky with dark clouds. The entire Qilu is surrounded by spiritual energy, and there is such a scene.

The thick black clouds gathered between the sky and the earth, heavy, as if they were pressing on people's hearts, and the pale electric arcs moving in the clouds brought a little more depression.

Maybe it was the wrong way of rebirth of the aura.

In short, the age of fairy spirits imagined by mortals will most likely not be the doomsday scene in front of them.

"Ao"

As the sing of light eagles, the crested eagle spread its wings soaring from the dark clouds in the sky, falling to the top of this mountain with a shattered cloud. It circled for several weeks, and its eyes were parading below, and finally found a familiar figure.

So it changed direction and flew downwards.

After gathering his wings and gliding for a hundred feet, he spread his wings and removed his strength, and finally landed on the left arm of the handsome young man wearing white clothes and holding a black fan in his hand.

Zhang Lan stood on the top of the mountain, allowing the wind to carry the aura to blow his tied hair and his wide sleeves and corners.

"Why do you seem to have gained a lot?"

He teased and reached out to hit the crested eagle in front of him.

The storm that Qingqing was tamed was not as irritable as Jinghong and Qingluan. It only made strange noises of dissatisfaction at Zhang Lan's knocking, and did not peck him with its sharp bird beak.

Of course, it is also possible because Zhang Lan's little white cat was lying on the shoulder of the poop shoveler, staring at it fiercely.

This is a big guy.

Can't afford to offend.

The crested eagle can only take this and lose money.

Zhang Lan reached out to take out the rolled letter from the wind's claws, waved her hand again, and asked the bird to find a place to rest. He unfolded the letter paper and glanced at it roughly, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

The next moment, Zhang Lan turned around and tiptoed on her toes, her whole body felt like a trace of afterimage, disappearing from the top of the mountain.

This free and easy walking technique has indeed been perfect, and it has the sixth-part style of his father Zhang Moye.

A moment later, Zhang Lan appeared in the back mountain.

There are a lot of people busy here.

Headed by Master Zhenji, a group of monks from Japan arranged things that Zhang Lan could not understand, like a formation, and the monks from Nirvana Temple were helping.

This cannot be done by others.

After all, it is a magical Buddhist sect. Only by being proficient in Buddhism can you make mistakes.

He walked around the front with a brisk movement, and at the front of the dense graves all over the mountains and fields, he found Shen Qiu.

The man was standing in front of a tombstone, reaching out and placing his hand on the tombstone, as if he was paying homage to the dead soul.

"The news about Qingqing girl is here."

Zhang Lan stepped forward a few steps behind Shen Qiu and said softly:

"They repelled the first wave of attacks from the Penglai ghosts under the city of Zibo. Nearly 10,000 ghosts were destroyed in one battle, and the battle stopped.

The masters of Wulong Villa led by Qin Xu also met with them and stood there.

But the ghosts came in full force and the number was large. The girl said, they might not be able to hold on until we rushed over."

"They have to hold on."

Shen Qiu took his hand back from the tombstone in front of him.

He said:

"No matter how difficult it is, I have to hold on. In this battle, I handed over all the best resources at my hands to Qingqing Girl. This battle will be the battle of founding the country when the Great Chu is coming.

If you can't win, it will be a joke to rebuild Da Chu in the future."

Zhang Lan nodded.

Shen Qiu is talking about the facts. How could it be so easy to rebuild the prosperous era of Great Chu?

Even though Chen Qiu had done his best to pave the way for Qingqing, there were always some things that could only be done by Qingqing herself. If she could not convince the public, could she rely on the bloodline of the Fan family to make the world surrender, which had been in chaos for almost 30 years?

“There’s another good thing.”

Zhang Lan grinned and said to Chen Qiu;

"Jinghong, still alive."

"Um?"

Chen Qiu, whose face was a little quiet, opened his eyes at this moment and looked at Zhang Lan, with a hint of joy in his clear eyes.

"That unlucky bird was indeed seriously injured by a sneak attack."

Zhang Lan shook the letter in her hand and said:

"But it is lucky. It was rescued by a friend of yours and was almost as injured. But its wings were injured and it was unable to fly long distances. Now you are with Qingqing, you don't have to be sad anymore."

"Who saved it?"

The love for pets to survive naturally made Chen Qiu happy. He rubbed his chin and asked:

"I don't remember, I have friends, near that battlefield, Yang Fu, who likes to join in the fun with the army?"

"No."

Zhang Lan squeezed his eyes meaningfully and said:

"It's your brother-in-law. The defender in Qingqing girl who can retreat thousands of ghosts to rush forward is also a blessing for that guy to lose his heart and fight wildly."

"?"

Chen Qiu's face looked a little bad now.

Of course he knew who Zhang Lan was talking about, but that little bastard is still mingling with Zhang Chu. Just like that, he still wants to continue to contact and develop with Qingqing?

Bah, don't even think about it!

He moved his fingers, ignored this matter, and was not interested in saying more to Zhang Lan.

This guy is the kind who is afraid of the world's chaos. When the country is prosperous and the people are safe, Zhang Lan is the first person to go to the guillotine.

"Great Sword Saint, everything is ready."

After a few breaths, the monk Zhenji, wearing a black monk's robe and a hat, came forward and said respectfully to Chen Qiu:

"The concentration of spiritual energy has reached the point where we can summon spirits and rebirth, so we can start. But the old monk still wants to remind the Great Sword Saint that although the evil energy here is heavy, the dead souls in the tomb have been around for several years.

Apart from some spirits with deep resentment or obsession, the rest are afraid that they have dissipated between heaven and earth."

Chen Qiu took a step back.

He looked at the tombstone in front of him and the three words on the tombstone.

He said:

"It may be like this in other places. After all, when spiritual energy is gone, I am unwilling to accept it and can only return to heaven and earth, but here is different."

The old monk Zhenji was a little hesitant.

He couldn't understand why Chen Qiu was so confident about the thousands of tombs in front of him.

"The master doesn't know the story of this place."

Zhang Lan noticed the old monk's hesitation, and he replied for Chen Qiu:

"I don't know what kind of miracles have happened here, and I don't know what heroes and heroes the spirits sleeping here are. If the master knew their story, he wouldn't have any questions today."

The young man Xihua opened the black fan and swayed in front of his chest twice in the black air. He looked at the tombs on the hillside in front of him, and he said:

"If there is no place to borrow Yin soldiers here, then there will be no place in the world that can summon reinforcements we need."

Chen Qiu took a deep breath, took out something from behind, and leaned it in his hand.

The wind was blowing in front of us, and the spiritual energy in the wind was so rich that it made people feel light in their body and mind.

He said:

"No need to say more, Master, let's start, welcome all the heroes to return to the world, wait for us, and then have the last battle!"

The old monk nodded.

He retreated into the formation behind. This formation was not the formation inherited by the Central Plains. It had not existed for thousands of years, and the inheritance had already disappeared. Even in the Jade Emperor Palace, there was no complete technique of summoning spirits.

The spirit-guiding technique obtained from the Five Immortals Temple can only target the spirit bodies that have cultivated into souls and awaken them from their sleep, and cannot be used to induce the spirits of ordinary people.

What's more, what Chen Qiu is going to invite today is not as simple as one or two souls.

However, there is a complete inheritance of ghosts in the East Japan, which was spread by Penglai Immortals in order to cultivate Onmyoji. Now, the desperate situation in the East Japan Ghosts is a contribution to this large-scale spell that attracts evil spirits.

Today, Chen Qiu wants to use Penglai's own secret technique to borrow reinforcements and destroy Penglai's own plan.

It can be said that every thing in the world is to be determined by heaven when you peck and drink.

"Buzz"

Monk Zhenji put his hands together and silently recited the scriptures in the magic circle drawn with cinnabar talisman paper and other materials on the ground. He held the sandalwood Buddhist beads with both hands. The moment the scriptures were recited, a strong wind blew from the back mountain.

Using the wonderful Buddhist teachings to stimulate spiritual energy, the Buddha light in the body gradually appears.
To be continued...