The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

The howling north wind suddenly stopped. Qingwu held the snowflakes falling from the sky and gently twisted them on her fingertips until they melted.

"Found it." Her voice was soft and slow.

Both Ye You and Xing Weng looked surprised, finally!

"Then let's hurry up. Wu Zhen hasn't shown up yet, so he might be ahead of us."

"Wait a minute." Qingwu shook her head and looked ahead. The fingertips of her right hand flicked in the void in front of her, as if she was fiddling with something.

Suddenly, she held it with her right hand, as if she was holding onto something.

After getting closer, Qing Wu felt two familiar auras wrapping around her fingertips, pulling her.

There was a breath of light and misty, fragile as if it could be blown away by the wind. It was Fanyou's breath.

And the other breath was very familiar.

It can be said that the appearance of that aura not only surprised Qingnu, but also made her feel reasonable. A certain doubt in the past was solved at this moment.

At the same time, another voice floated into his ears, it was Fanyou's voice.

Those were the last words left by Fanyou. After Qingnu heard the last words, Fanyou's voice and his remaining breath completely disappeared from the world.

"Yeyou, you stay here."

"Ah?" Ye You looked confused.

Qingwu raised her hand and threw the judge's pen to him. Yeyou looked shocked, and saw Qingwu's lips curled up, her eyes sharp: "I allow you to reincarnate in the human world and arrange the formation of death."

Ye You's face turned grim.

Qing Wu wrote a Yin text order and gave it to Huang Wong, saying: "You should return to the Yin Division immediately, go to the Palace of Rotation, and ask Lao Shi to cooperate."

The wasp received the order and disappeared immediately.

Ye You held the judge's pen tightly and looked at Qing Wu attentively: "What's going on?"

Qing Wu moved her fingertips lightly, as if she were wrapping silk thread around her hand, and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just found the 'gift' left by the old man. By the way, he also left a last message for me."

"Not only did he leave a gift for me, he also left a 'heavy gift' for Wu Zhen."

"He left so lonely. I have to send Wu Zhen to stay with him."

……

Under the glacier, among the ghosts.

Wu Ye broke through the walls and slashed out the long knife in his hand. After hitting a black and purple barrier, he was knocked back into his hand.

The skull that landed on his shoulder said anxiously: "If you can't break his barrier, use a blood curse to trap him to death!"

Without hesitation, Wu Ye cut his hands and wrists, and blood gushed out, turning into a blood formation, trapping himself and the young man in the purple light barrier opposite.

The young man stood up from the ground with some staggering arms. It was obvious that he was the 'rat' that Wu Zhen had been tracking for a long time and escaped from Fengju Yumen.

The young man's clothes were in tatters, and he clearly had a ghostly aura, but his sharp eyebrows carried an awe-inspiring righteousness. His skin had red lines like lines, like white porcelain with cracks that would crack at any moment.

It is the long-missing King Bian Cheng of the Sixth Palace!

"What a Fanyou!" Wu Zhen said in a solemn tone, "He is so scheming that he actually gave you Wu Peng's remains and let you sneak into Fengju Yumen."

King Bian Cheng wiped away the dark blood from his lips and said with a toothy smile: "Since you broke the contract and deliberately designed to make your sister die tragically in the previous life, you should have thought of this day, right?"

The young ghost king made a disdainful sneer: "The old man promised to do three things for you because of his old friendship. If you keep your promise and don't take action against my sister, maybe he will go all the way to the dark side and completely betray the Yinsi for you. "

"But who made you so greedy? If you are in the first year of junior high school, don't blame others for being in the fifteenth year."

Wu Zhen only had a skull left at the moment, so it was impossible to tell what her expression was, but judging from the gentle trembling of her upper and lower jaws, if the flesh and blood on her face were still there, her mouth might have been shaking with anger.

"As expected...hehe...as expected...I mistrusted him, and he lied to me again..."

Wu Zhen's tone was grim: "No wonder he agreed without hesitation to go to Gui Ruins for me to retrieve the bones of the Ten Witches. From the very beginning, his purpose was to borrow the bones so that you could sneak into Fengju Yumen, so that you could easily communicate with him. He cooperates inside and outside and seals the door.”

King Bian Cheng showed disdain on his face, and when he opened his mouth, he yelled: "Old lady who has lived for thousands of years and is a poisonous woman, you are just pretending to be an affectionate and resentful woman!"

"You are allowed to be full of conspiracies, and no one is allowed to plot against you, right?"

"What's the difference between giving something to an old lady like you sincerely and feeding it to a dog?"

"My sister is the daughter of Lord Fu. You let your four demons cut her body into pieces and eat her, and you still expect Lord Fu to love you forever? He fell in love with you before, which is enough. You still expect him to continue to be mean? Go down?"

When King Bian Cheng opened his mouth, it was as if he had painted the red crown on his head.

Wu Ye's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "If you dare to insult the saint, you deserve to die!"

"I haven't talked about you yet. Are you rushing to scold me?" King Bian Cheng laughed: "Aren't you cheap? This old lady asked you to use blood sacrifice to trap me and use you as cannon fodder. Why don't you still Quite willing?"

"Haha, you witch clan are really a bunch of scoundrels."

Wu Zhen gritted his teeth: "Don't talk nonsense to him, he is stalling for time."

The young ghost king's lips curved into a smile of success: "Oh, you discovered it? Unfortunately, it's too late."

Almost at the moment King Bian Cheng’s voice fell.

The terrifying pressure crushed the ghosts, and the Underworld King's Seal fell from the sky. The King's Seal was like a suspended ghost mountain, on which countless evil ghosts and skeletons twisted and struggled, roaring and extending their arms in all directions.

On the ghost mountain where the king's seal was transformed, there is a black gold throne. Qingnu, with a golden sword, is sitting on the throne, overlooking the two witches and one ghost below.

The young ghost king's eyes glowed, and in an instant he changed from a poisonous little wolf-dog to a sweet-mouthed little milk dog: "Sister!"

Qing Wu nodded slightly to King Bian Cheng, and her eyes fell on Wu Zhen. She was calm as if she were seeing an ordinary acquaintance, not the 'enemy who killed her father'.

"We meet again, old lady...oh, it would be more accurate to call you Old Bones Bangzi now."

If Wu Zhen's bones could be twisted, they would have been twisted into twists at this moment.

"Ah, Luo, Sha, Tian!"

"Well, why not call it Chasha?" Qingwu raised her lips: "Don't you like to get close to others the most?"

"I just closed the door to your house so that you dogs can't go home. Does that mean you've breached the defense?"

Qing Wu shook her head: "I can't stand this pressure. I have lived in vain for so many years, you old man."

"A mere ghost dares to say arrogant words to the saint of our clan." Wu Ye's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he wanted to use blood as a sacrifice to trigger a killing move. Qing Wu glanced at him:

"Noisy."

She tapped her index finger on the throne, and countless hooks rose from the ghost mountain, like long snakes, whipping downwards.

The Soul Hooking Lock whipped on the Blood Sacrifice Barrier, creating cracks. Wu Ye's face turned red, and he felt the strips of whips seemed to be whipping on his own soul. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Wu Ye heard Wu Zhen's voice: "Give me your body."

The witch hesitated for only a moment, and said with determination in his eyes: "I am willing to sacrifice for the saint!"

Wu Zhen's skull slammed into his body, and Wu Ye let out a painful cry. He covered his head with both hands, and his whole body seemed to split.

The next moment, his face was convex and distorted, as if the bones inside were deforming. Gradually, his face changed, and his masculine and handsome appearance gradually turned into a feminine look. After a while, he became another look.

After Wu Zhen seized the witch's body, he raised his eyes and looked at Qing Wu coldly, and said with his lips: "A Luo Shatian, do you think you will win?"

Qing Wu looked down at her and suddenly asked a digression: "Are you considered a leader now?"

Wu Zhen's expression froze.

King Bian Cheng laughed out loud.

Qing Wu frowned in distress: "You took away a man... This makes me very embarrassed."

"My old guy is not as good as Long Yang."

"That's all, he's dead anyway, so he has no right to criticize."

Wu Zhen's face twitched, but she soon calmed down. The blood sacrifice barrier flashed with ominous blood, trapping both her and King Bian Cheng in it.

Wu Zhen stared at Qing Wu for a moment, with a fierce look in his eyes, and his tone returned to the confident tone of the past:

"Chasha, I must admit that I lost, to Fanyou, and to you."

"But you also didn't win."

"No one can stop my king or the return of my witch clan!"

She squinted at King Bian Cheng and said, "Little mouse, just be buried with me."

She quickly formed a strange hand seal with her hands, pointed her thumb at her heart, and faced Qing Wu with a confident smile.

Then he stabbed himself in the heart with his finger.

Countless blood-colored witch patterns appeared on her body, like a volcano about to erupt, with streams of molten flames emanating from the runes.

She sacrificed her body to bring King Bian Cheng to death together. At the end of the activation of the forbidden technique, she got her wish and saw a panicked look on Qingnu's face.

Wu Zhen grinned happily, and then she heard Qing Wu's lament:

"You and Fanyou really love each other. Otherwise, how could he know you so well..."

Wu Zhen's pupils suddenly widened, and Qing Wu's smile became extremely playful:

"If you can't control my elder brother's soul, why not just die together?"

"It's a pity that I have to disappoint you..."

Wu Zhen's already widened pupils suddenly shrank, and a proud smile froze on his face...