Ren Wu Ren Liu people were naturally greatly affected.
"well!"
Tang Lin sighed, "The strength of this ghost is probably... only one can deal with it."
“There’s something to say.”
Ren Wu vomited two mouthfuls of blood, "It's all like this... Cough cough, it's time!"
"one……"
"Why haven't you shown up yet?"
"Can we see if we die here?"
"Lord of the Palace."
"That one, none of us have seen it before. Could it be that you made up the foolings?"
Although it's a joke.
But it is also what everyone said in their hearts.
one.
Where is it?
Yan Changge didn't say anything.
Don't take action.
There are only two reasons.
Either you are not sure about the situation here, or... you can't take action!
He prefers the second reason.
"Just acquired ant!"
At this time.
The voice of Charon Ghost Lord came over again, "I actually wanted to subvert the foundation of my ghost clan?"
boom!
While talking.
A violent ghost energy locked everyone tightly!
"today!"
"I'll wait until the clouds disappear completely!"
Boom boom boom boom!
After he finished speaking, he actually pulled out a piece of the dozens of iron ropes again!
Yan Changge almost became a bloody man!
only.
He still withstood 90% of the pressure and tried his best to protect the ferryman behind him!
He Yan Chang Ge protects his shortcomings.
It's not something you say!
At this time!
A cold air suddenly erupted!
Cold girl!
A faintly, an ancient song rang out between the scene!
He knows very well.
Only by combining the nine Yellow Spring magical powers can Yan Changge's forbidden magical powers to the peak!
now.
There is still a lack of a trace of underworld!
However.
Huangquanzhi is very special.
Every time it is activated.
There will be one less ferryman in the world, and there will be one more extraditioner on the Yellow Springs and Rivers.
"The rain is sparse!"
Gu Han's heart sank. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a ghost robe flashing in front of him. The process of Leng's magical power was interrupted instantly!
Yan Changge!
"Girl."
He sighed, his bent back straightened again, "It's not your turn to do this."
While talking.
The law of the underworld trembled, and the ancient song rang again!
More than ten times bigger than just now!
"Lord of the Palace."
Leng Mei said seriously: "Let me do it, the loss will be the smallest!"
"All nonsense!"
Yan Changge sneered: "How can the loss be measured by the level of cultivation?"
"The predecessors planted trees!"
"The future generations enjoy the cool air!"
"How can you let your juniors sacrifice for your seniors?"
"not to mention."
He looked up at the ghost transformed by Charon and said in a deep voice: "I am the Lord of the Huangquan Palace, suppressing evil ghosts, and my duty is!"
"Everyone."
Having said that.
A trace of loss flashed between his eyebrows, "It's too early to say that, you can't drink this wedding banquet..."
Qing'er.
I'm sorry.
I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years, but I can't give you an explanation.
A sigh in my heart.
A series of dense black lines suddenly appeared on his face.
at the same time.
The yellow-shaped stele produces a sense of inspiration, and a piece of sacrificial text manifests itself.
The soul returns! Nothing far away.
The soul is back! There is no east or west, no south or north.
...
The soul is endless! Tanggu is lonely.
The soul is in the south! There are fires in the south for thousands of miles, and the vipers are winding.
...
The soul is in the south! The wound is only hurt.
The soul is in the west! The quicksand in the west is only shady.
...
kindness?
Charon Ghost Lord seemed to have noticed a trace of crisis and was furious, dragging the iron chain three points faster!
Although he is an old ghost king.
Although it was very full.
But when he meets a Master of Huangquan Palace like Yan Changge, he is under great pressure!
Yan Changge was unmoved.
There are more and more black lines on the face.
Behind him, the ferrymen all looked sad.
"Lord of the Palace!"
Gu Han's eyes were red and he said anxiously: "Don't use the Huangquan to guide him, use the Huangquan..."
boom!
Yan Changge swung his hand and immediately locked his whole body up, unable to even speak.
"Boy."
He sighed, "It's useless. The method of integrating the nine magical powers was derived from the hard work of the palace masters of all generations."
"As for your magical power."
"It's useless if you don't belong to it, even if you barely display it."
Gu Han is too weak.
If he barely uses Huangquan Burial, he will not change the overall situation. Instead, he will become the target of the ghost clan's decisive battle.
"Long Song!"
Xia Qingyuan suddenly clenched his fists with a look of self-blame!
He is also Yan Changge's senior!
But now... he is almost dead and can't help at all!
He glanced at him.
He looked at Jin Chuan in the Yellow Springs River again.
Yun Xiao suddenly sighed.
"girl."
Looking at Leng Mei, he said lightly: "Nine Pavilions Linglong, claiming to be perfect, you must have a backup plan, right?"
What?
Gu Han couldn't speak, but his eyes fell on Leng Meizi.
The cold girl was silent for a moment, "Some."
"If I expected it would be good."
Yun Xiao said again: "It has something to do with me?"
"good."
“What is it?”
"Sacrifice...you."
Leng Mei said truthfully: "It's just that your mind is too tight to break it."
"hehe."
Yun Xiao laughed unconsciously, "Sure enough, because I want to kill Gu Han, you want to kill me."
"Go on."
With a smile on his face, he whispered: "I will cooperate with you."
What?
The cold girl was stunned.
"I lied to you."
After a moment of silence, she whispered: "I'm not sure to save your son, I'm just... using you."
“I knew it from the beginning.”
Yun Xiao said calmly: "It's just a dying person who wants to try his best to grab a life-saving straw. In fact, whether there is a straw has no effect on the result."
Said.
He glanced at Jin Chuan in Huangquan and Dahanoi.
Do this.
Just treat it as my belated apology.
"And me!"
At this time, Xia Qingyuan also stood up, "I'm the one!"
"senior!"
This time it was Yan Changge's turn to be anxious, "You..."
"Long Song."
Xia Qingyuan interrupted him, "Qingyue is my direct descendant! I have lost too much to her and owe her too much, so I am the one who should save her the most!"
“Lucky.”
"It's not bad to have a chance to make up for it today."
Having said that.
He laughed at himself, "How long can I live with a life of three years? Two years? Or even shorter?"
"Girl."
Looking at Leng Meizi, he said resolutely: "Do it, it will be too late if you are a little later."
Gu Han couldn't move.
But the heart tide became violently bullied, and his eyes were circulating between Yun Xiao and Xia Qingyuan, gradually becoming a little more bloody!
at the same time.
A wave suddenly rose up on the endless stream of the Yellow Springs River!
not good!
Yan Changge's heart was terrified and he looked at Gu Han suddenly!
The wind rises at the end of the green duckweed.
Waves form among the ripples.
This is the trend that Huangquan Burial is about to be launched!
"kindness?"
moment.
Charon also noticed this corner of movement, and his voice suddenly became solemn.
"Huangquan...buried?"
"quick!"
Yun Xiao shouted in a deep voice: "If you don't take action at this time, when will you wait?"
"Come!"
The red gold flame on Xia Qingyuan's body rekindled, "Girl! I look back and forth, it doesn't look like you!"
boom!
The cold girl gritted her teeth.
A phantom of a woman's stone statue surrounded by dark blue flames suddenly fell behind her!
"good!"
Xia Qingyuan's eyes were bright and he smiled, "We were born in the world, so we should live happily and die vigorously!"
"on one's last legs?"
"It's not my Xia Qingyuan way!"
"It's you."
He glanced at Yun Xiao, "Don't you regret it after making such a decision?"
“…”
Yun Xiao didn't say anything more.
Thoughts change slightly.
A ball of white flame as big as a thumb emerged from the middle of the eyebrows.
The white flame is very weak.
It will completely dissipate as soon as the wind blows.
Do you regret it?
He stared at the white flame with great caution, and his eyes were filled with pain, confusion, regret, and self-blame... and flashed by one by one.
Hundreds of thousands of years of watch.
A hundred thousand years of stubbornness.
A madness of one hundred thousand years.
In the end, it will be a big dream.
“It’s time to wake up.”
He sighed quietly, "Reversal of life and death is an illusion, and the reunion of father and son... is not true."