Each disciple is not simple

But everyone present could tell that the ghost cultivator was just forcing Mingjia to take action.

"Since you can't do it, I'll do it!" Qu Hongxiao pretended to snatch the Linglong lock from Mingjia's hand.

Since there has to be someone who plays the bad guy, let her be that person!

“… Linglong Ten Thousand Worlds, lock souls and slay evil!” The Linglong lock in Mingjia’s hand shone brightly. With every word she recited, the Linglong lock turned into a transparent shape and was placed on both sides.

On the one hand, he directly and violently entangled the ghost cultivator and Chi Yan, and on the other hand, he plunged into Ming Jia's sea of ​​consciousness without any explanation!

"what--"

Gui Xiu and Chi Yan howled in pain together. The glowing exquisite lock pierced through their flesh and locked onto their souls.

But how can a ghost cultivator have a soul?

The ghost cultivator, whose soul was clearly already very faint, actually emitted bursts of green smoke under the restraints of the exquisite lock!

The next second, the ghost cultivator could no longer hold on to restrain Chi Yan and fell directly to the ground.

As the caster of Linglong Lock, Mingjia could clearly feel from the chains in his sea of ​​consciousness that the ghost cultivator was about to be torn to pieces.

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

After Chi Yan got used to the pain, he actually wanted to raise his sword to attack.

The moment he raised the lightsaber, he felt severe pain all over his body, as if his limbs were restrained by something.

But no one paid any attention to him, and everyone surrounded the ghost cultivator.

The ghost cultivator was lying on the ground, his almost transparent face showing relief and relaxation.

Perhaps death is not a punishment for him, but a relief.

"Thank you, True Lord Zhuoqing..." The ghost cultivator looked at Mingjia, but unexpectedly called out Mingjia's Taoist name.

Mingjia opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, but looking at the ghost cultivator's penetrating eyes, it seemed that the answer no longer mattered.

"...Linglong Lock can control him. And Linglong Lock can only be unlocked by you actively, there is no other way to crack it." The ghost cultivator smiled and looked at his appearance carefully. He was still very young.

"I hope you won't kill him. He seems to be just a poor man who is forced to live a poor life. Maybe he can become a good person by your side."

Chi Yan, who had been struggling hard, looked over when he heard this, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"What's your name? I'll build a tomb for you when we return to the cultivation world." The ghost cultivator who knew her should have been a member of the cultivation world back then.

"Name? It doesn't matter." The ghost cultivator was still unwilling to answer this question.

He looked at Jun Moyao, who had a heavy face, and smiled again.

"I lied to you."

"What?" Jun Moyao didn't react to the ghost cultivator's meaning.

The ghost cultivator did not answer him, but looked at the eternally gloomy sky of the demon world with a distant and peaceful gaze.

"I really want to bask in the sun again..."

His legs were already fading away.

"... Dad... I'm not that useless... Your son is really amazing... He killed the Demon Lord..."

"...Forget it...you definitely won't believe it..."

"…This time…I didn't lie…"

Just like bubbles disappearing into the air, there is no trace of their presence...

Everyone stared at the empty ground, stunned and unable to come back to their senses.

Jun Moyao suddenly felt a sense of loss and an inexplicable regret.

She felt a little regretful. She had so much contact with the ghost cultivator, but still didn't know who he was, and she didn't know whether she had ever met him before.

He left as if he had never been in this world.

The sound of fighting outside became louder and louder, and Mingjia stood up suddenly.

The slender body stands firm and upright as if it will never be defeated.

"The demon world is in turmoil, let's go!"

After saying that, like the backbone of the crowd, he took the lead and entered the room.

According to the ghost cultivator, Mingjia found magic crystals and a small notebook in the drawer.

As if possessed by a ghost, she put the notebook away, took the magic crystal, opened the portrait on the wall, and threw it into the formation!

Instantly, the formation was activated, emitting a soft white light, and the magic crystal quickly began to melt.

"Come on!"

I’m afraid that if the magic crystal completely melts, the teleportation array will be closed!

No one dared to delay and immediately stepped into the teleportation array.

The strong feeling of dizziness made them feel very nauseous. Before they could vomit, they fell to the solid ground like dumplings.

Mingjia stood up immediately with great willpower, ready to fight back and completely destroy the teleportation array to prevent the demons from invading the cultivation world from the demon world.

But before she could make any move, the teleportation array exploded like a huge firework!

It seems that this ghost cultivator is very meticulous and the teleportation array he set up has a self-destruct function.

at the same time……

"... a little... a little..."

A voice that was so shocked that it stammered suddenly sounded.

"Huh? Uncle Fu? Why are you here?" Tan Sheng looked at his butler Uncle Fu with a very surprised expression on his face.

And the fact that Uncle Fu was dressed in mourning made Tan Sheng panic subconsciously, "What's going on? What happened at home? Who died?"

As he said that, Tan Sheng rolled and crawled to Uncle Fu and subconsciously grabbed his shoulders, "Hurry up and say something! I'm so anxious!"

"Senior Brother Tan Sheng, please let go. You are going to crush the housekeeper to death!" Mu Feng said hurriedly.

Indeed, in front of the burly Tan Ran, Uncle Fu's small body was almost shaken apart by him.

Tan Sheng quickly let go of his hand. Uncle Fu, who had a chance to catch his breath, coughed continuously and was unable to speak at all.

"Well, maybe I know who Uncle Fu is in mourning for." Mu Feng pointed behind Tan Sheng.

Tan Sheng immediately turned around and saw a luxurious new tomb.

"…The tomb of my beloved son Tan Sheng…"

After reading it out subconsciously, Tan Sheng became angry, "Who spread rumors that I'm dead?"

Before he could react, Uncle Fu hugged Tan Sheng and said, "Young Master! You're still alive! That's great!"

Uncle Fu burst into tears, he was truly excited that Tan Sheng came back alive.

Seeing this, everyone sighed.

"Quick! Quick! Young Master! Let's go home and tell the master and his wife the good news! They are both very sad!"

Uncle Fu reacted and quickly pulled Tan Sheng away.

In a hurry, the others followed quickly.

Chi Yan, who was being personally supervised by Ming Jia, remained silent as he looked at the scene in the cultivation world, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After that great war, many places in Zhongzhou have not been repaired yet, which makes people feel sad.

When other people along the way saw Mingjia and his companions, they were surprised as if they had seen a ghost.

After returning to the Tan family, the head of the Tan family and Mrs. Tan had another eye-warming reunion when they saw Tan Sheng.

"Although there is a high possibility that something will happen to me, Dad and Mom, you can't just rashly build a cenotaph for me!" After calming down, Tan Ran asked with a red nose.

"You little brat! You don't know that your soul lamp is extinguished! How could I not think that you are..."

"The soul lamp is out?!" Tan Sheng was extremely surprised, "But I'm still alive!"