"Sister, you can hear me! No, did you really go in?"
Jun Buqi didn't know what to say at this time. He always wondered if he had done something stupid again. This was obviously asking Sister Zhi to take risks for him!
"I don't feel the breath of the little gourd, little Taoist priest, is there any way you can help me find it?" Sister Corpse asked again.
When Jun Buqi heard this, he couldn't help scratching his head. He really couldn't do anything about it.
If you can't feel the smell of the little gourd, it must be full and hiding.
"Sister, please find a place to hide first. I think that guy is full again, so he will definitely hide somewhere and take a nap!"
"..."
Sister Zhi was speechless for a moment. Thinking about it, it seemed that this was the only possibility.
However, she would not hide like Jun Buqi said. She took out the bloody sword, the red clothes on her body turned into red armor, and the cloak behind her was like blood soaking the sky.
She reached out and pulled down her lower armor, transformed into a bloody Shura, and threw herself into the battlefield.
When the sword was raised and dropped, the evil spirit turned into black mist, the evil cultivator was beheaded, and the body was finally taken over by the evil spirit. They truly became one with the evil spirit. This was their destiny.
However, Sister Corpse remembered Jun Buqi's original confession, asking her to help collect the evil corpses, so while killing the enemies, she pulled out a huge scroll and sealed these evil corpses.
In fact, this is also the surest way to eliminate evil.
Otherwise, even if you cut the evil spirits into black mist, it will be of no use as the black mist will eventually generate new evil spirits.
It's a pity that no matter how strong Sister Zhi is, she can't eliminate the evil here.
This area has been occupied by evil, and the surviving humans have been taken away by those powerful monks, but it is estimated that only one in ten can survive.
Compared to Yue Continent, the number of humans in Central Continent is many times greater. A continent with hundreds of millions of creatures? But the final casualties were so heavy. It can be said that those who heard it were sad and those who saw it shed tears.
Wherever he passes? Wrongful souls wander and ghosts weep quietly.
Seeing this, Sister Corpse's face turned as dark as water.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I wear the same robe as him. When the king raises an army, he repairs my sword and spear? I share the same hatred with you!"
"How can I say that I have no clothes? With the same Ze Ze, the king is raising an army? Repair my spear and halberd, and work together with me!"
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I wear the same clothes as me. The king raised his troops, repaired my armor and soldiers, and went with me!"
Suddenly? Sister Corpse sang an ancient Gudagan song.
Of course? The lyrics are actually not like this. The ancient Dagan language is profound and profound. When translated, it almost means this.
As this ancient song sounded, countless resentful souls and ghosts around her came towards her one after another.
The cloak behind the corpse sister spread like blood in the sky, and those resentful souls and resentful ghosts poured into the blood one after another, making the blood cloak longer and larger.
Her sword? It's more powerful when it's cut out!
This is the strength these 'compatriots' gave her.
Her figure is becoming more and more agile!
This is the speed given to her by those 'Pao Ze'.
A bone horse with will-o'-the-wisps appeared under her saddle. She rode the bone horse and walked silently on this land. Around her, powerful ghosts gradually gathered towards her.
Those powerful ghosts were headed by her and became her ghost soldiers.
Those weak ghosts threw themselves into the cloak behind her to help her.
Her Majesty, the queen of Yuezhou, the country that has fascinated thousands of ghosts, has once again gathered thousands of troops and horses on this ancient land that gave birth to her and raised her, and she will fight in all directions with her.
A large bloody flag was raised among the thousands of troops, with the word "revenge" written on it.
The ancient Daqian writing flutters in this ghostly atmosphere.
The silent army gave people a strong sense of oppression. Wherever it passed, evil spirits were chopped into black mist and sealed into huge scrolls.
Seeing this, some weak evil cultivators fled one after another.
Seeing this, some righteous monks silently gave way to them.
If they encounter some powerful evil cultivators, those ghost soldiers will throw themselves into the cloak behind the corpse sister, and then the corpse sister will raise her sword and kill the evil cultivators steadily.
Even if you encounter some evil cultivators from foreign lands, you can kill them and turn around and leave.
Sister Corpse did not go after such evil cultivators, but continued to move forward on the land of Central Continent, gathering ghosts and ghosts while looking for Little Calabash Spirit and the others.
Finally, a few days later, Sister Corpse felt the breath of Xiao Gourd.
When she arrived there, the small gourd was swallowing the black mist, and several foreign evil cultivators and foreign immortals were fighting beside the small gourd.
In that area, sword energy was everywhere, mysterious light was flying, mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth was cracked, and even magma erupted from the ground.
Countless black mist gathered into a ball and threw it towards the huge gourd in the sky.
The evil cultivators seemed to want to take advantage of the gourd, but the immortals refused to let them go.
When the corpse sister saw this, she opened her blood-colored cloak and saw the endless ghost army behind her. They threw themselves into the cloak one after another. Then the corpse sister raised her sword and plundered, charging into the evil cultivator.
"Eh? Sister, why are you here?"
Seeing that familiar figure, the little gourd spirit escaped from the gourd and sat on the edge of the gourd hanging upside down in the air. With its bare feet and slender white legs dangling, it looked at the figure that was charging into the evil cultivator. The bloody figure blinked and sent a message to her at the same time.
The little gourd spirit has grown up a lot, and is now like a graceful girl. She is wearing a white neon skirt, the hem of the skirt is fluttering in the wind, and her black hair is also flying in the wind.
His smart eyes shine like stars.
"I have been entrusted by your master to find you!" Sister Zhi responded while swinging her long sword.
The little gourd spirit was a little helpless, "You are a coward, you dare not come here, and you actually asked my sister to come here to take risks. Sister, how about you discuss it with him, and I will follow you in the future!"
Compared to her master, the sister in front of her actually had a better temperament for her.
If Jun Buqi heard what the little gourd spirit said, he would probably faint in the toilet from crying.
Little Broken Bird has already rebelled and thrown himself into the arms of his junior sister. Now this little gourd spirit is also going to rebel and throw himself into the arms of Sister Corpse. What a failure he is as a human being!
Sister Zhi, who was originally serious, almost laughed when she heard this, "Little guy, don't make trouble! You also know that coming here is a risk, and the little Taoist priest is so weak..."
"Hee hee! I can't go back now, I'm needed here!" Little Calabash Spirit said proudly, "Sister is here just in time and can protect me."
"Do you still need my protection?" The corners of Sister Zhi's lips raised slightly, and she swung out her long sword and struck the protective shield of an evil cultivator, sending it flying backwards with both the person and the shield.
"Alas! I thought I didn't need protection! But who would have thought that in addition to evil power, these evil cultivators from foreign lands also have the power of fairy spirits! I am not good at dealing with the power of fairy spirits. I will be disturbed by them. If so, it will be difficult for me to absorb these evil powers!"
The little gourd spirit who suffered a severe beating from society can be regarded as realizing the dangers of the world.
"Okay!" Sister Zhi answered simply, just like the sword she cut out.