Brother, this showman

Ye Wenqing turned his head, only to see Wenyu's face was livid, his gait was a little unsteady, and a group of Yanrantai disciples followed behind him.

Soon, Ye Wenqing's gaze was attracted by Xuan Yan who was supported by Lu Yan.

Xuan Yan's white palms seemed to have been scorched by a raging fire, bloody and bloody, and there was no good skin. There was a bloodstain on the smooth forehead, and the flesh on both sides was opened, like a piece of fine jade being scratched by a sharp weapon. Flowers make people look straight and feel sorry.

"Master." Ye Wenqing stepped forward to support Xuan Yan, and called softly.

After Xuan Yan looked Ye Wenqing up and down, he smiled feebly: "It's fine, it's fine to be a teacher."

"No problem!" Wen Yu's eyes widened, his beard trembled, and he pointed at Xuan Yan's sieved clothes, "Look at your broken body, what a fool you are! I asked you to take care of the little cuties at home, but you just refused to listen! I almost went to reunite with Xiaomei!"

As long as Wenyu's temper comes up, no matter who you are, even if the king of heaven comes, he will still scold you, and he will not stop until he feels comfortable.

Wen Yu's face flushed with anger, but the concern and worry in her eyes did not fade away for a moment.

"Mr. Wen." Xuan Yan smiled helplessly, pursed his lips, looked at Wen Yu flatteringly, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, there are outsiders here, so save me some face?"

"Huh? Where's Sect Master Chen? Jihua isn't there either?" Xuan Yan immediately changed the subject.

"Sect Master Chen and the others are also looking for you." Wei Dongli staggered forward while holding his waist.

"All right, all right, let's talk about Feng Lianchen." Wenyu waved his hand impatiently, and brought the topic to Feng Lianchen, glanced at Ye Wenqing from the corner of his eye from time to time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Stopped, slapped him on the back with a few slaps.

Ye Wenqing was so photographed that he almost fell to the ground again. Luckily, he grabbed Lu Yan in time, and the wound on his back came along to join in the fun, grinning in pain. Since Wenyu was here, he didn't dare to show it too clearly.

"A disgraceful thing!" Seeing this, Wen Yu curled her lips in disgust. Fortunately, she withdrew her hand and did not continue to make his injury worse, but the words she said hit people's hearts, "Show it around, I'm afraid others won't know you are with me. My own junior and younger brother got together. In the end, I was still played by others. It is an old tree that wants to bloom, so I am not ashamed."

"Mr. Wen." Ye Wenqing coughed embarrassingly, interrupted Wenyu, blinked his eyes, with a hint of grievance, "Can you stop rubbing salt on my wound? It's sad that my wife ran away, you Besides, I want to cry."

"It's really useless!" Wen Yu snorted coldly, turned her head to meet everyone's expectant gazes, and said loudly, "Feng Lianchen has sneaked into Yanran Terrace for many years as the Danshu ghost king, but we have never noticed it. It is an indisputable fact that Yan Rantai was negligent."

"Now the Sunken Wood has been captured by Feng Lianchen, causing the ghost race to cause harm to the world. I, Yan Rantai, have the responsibility to capture him and take back the Sunken Wood at all costs. If all the immortal friends are willing to help, the old man will be very grateful Exhausted. However, I think you have lost too much spiritual power after repairing the enchantment. Please leave as soon as possible. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. After the ghost clan is re-sealed, I will invite all immortal friends to come to Yanran Terrace to talk openly about Feng Lian Minister's matter."

To put it bluntly, stay if you want to help, and leave if you don’t want to stay to watch the show, we are not responsible for anything that happens.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, with quite conflicted expressions, and finally all eyes are fixed on Xuanyan.

To tell the truth, they really want to leave, but no one has the courage to be the first to leave. After all, this walk will have to bear the reputation of a coward, and it will be difficult to raise their heads in the future.

"What Mr. Wen said is exactly what I think." Xuan Yan nodded slightly, and said earnestly, "This place is not suitable for staying for a long time, all the immortal friends should make plans early."

After a while of silence, a young voice uttered, piercing the chaos like lightning, with a menacing aura.

"I'm not leaving! It's not Yan Rantai's responsibility to save the common people. I have regarded punishing rape and eradicating evil as morality since I practiced. Now that the world is in trouble, how can we shrink back and sit back and enjoy the joys of others? Peace bought by flesh and blood? This is a cowardly act!"

As soon as these words came out, people who were guilty or those who really thought about it echoed one after another.

"Let's not go! The soul market will not be closed, the ghost clan will not be destroyed, we will not retreat until the death!"

"Isn't it just a life? If they have the ability, they will take it! I will be a hero for a while! No one can stop me!"

"I got into a fight with these evil spirits today, let's see if their mouths are quicker or my knife is quicker!"

"Zhan Mingzun needless to say, I'm not leaving today! What are the mere ghosts afraid of! Even if I use my body to block the Soul Market, I will block them back!"

……

The gloomy atmosphere revived and turned into a raging fire that shone through the long night, forcefully driving back half of the cold air in the mountains, leaving behind faces as red as clouds.

Old and young, men and women, stood upright, holding Lingwu in their hands, and two clusters of flames called fearlessness were burning in their eyes, as if they looked at death as if they were at home.

Ye Wenqing accidentally caught a glimpse of a female cultivator with a broken left arm, her complexion was pale, and the hand holding the sword was trembling all the time, but her face was full of calm and calm, until she met Ye Wenqing's gaze, she was stunned , and then smiled back.

The reason why people have faith is probably that when you are in Avici Hell, you have experienced the darkness, but you still yearn for the light in your heart and describe the paradise.And he is willing to go through all kinds of fires and die for it to fulfill this heroism.

Xuan Yan was touched by everyone's fearlessness, bowed his hands to everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you all!"

Who would have thought that he could receive such a great gift from Zhan Mingzun in his lifetime, and the little frustrations and dissatisfaction that were left in his heart for the sake of face disappeared in an instant, and his face was full of smiles.

"Zhan Mingzun! Zhan Mingzun!"

An excited voice came from the sky.

Everyone looked up at the sky in unison, only to see a black figure faintly glimpsed under the layers of purple flames, and the purple ribbons tied around their waists were being blown by the wind, turning them into purple flowers.

"It's Sovereign Su!" Ma Huateng was the first to come back to his senses, pointing at the group of butterfly-like people in the air in great surprise, "It's the mecha of Perak Beer!"

Everyone was terrified when they heard the words, and hurriedly lowered their heads, looking for a place to hide, or retreated to a corner, fearing that these things would suddenly explode, and invited them to fly freely.

Su Zongzhu saw that someone had recognized him, waved his hands triumphantly, and shouted loudly: "Zhan Mingzun, the old man saw the ghost clan gathered in the soul market, it is just to the east, and the old man has disciples guarding there." , I hope all the immortal friends will help me a little bit, old man, ouch! It exploded again!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and the flames of the suit of mecha on Su Zongzhu's body suddenly disappeared, leading him up again, and a purple firework exploded on the sky. .

Everyone: "..."

Sure enough, there is no reliable time for the Thunderbolt beer.

"Okay, Lao Su is used to blowing up, so he is forbidden to fall." Wen Yu withdrew his gaze and turned to the east, "It's not too late, I invite you all to go to the Soul Market."

Ye Wenqing raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the soul ruins to the east. His eyes were bottomless. All his emotions were like gravel thrown into the lake. After the ripples disappeared, there was no trace to be found.

Lu Yan walked a few steps and found that Ye Wenqing hadn't followed him, so he stepped back and touched his shoulder: "Are you trying to become a minister?"

"Are you talking nonsense?" Ye Wen gave him a clean look, "I will never miss you."

Lu Yan knew that he was unhappy, so it was rare that he didn't speak back. He looked at the dispersed crowd and lowered his voice: "He snatched the fallen wood, and he is the ghost king of Danshu. No matter what happens, everyone will never let him go." .Now the general trend, you must not do anything out of the ordinary for him. "

"What counts as outrageous?" Ye Wenqing touched his chin, clicked his tongue, and a different kind of storm was brewing in his eyes, "Did I do too little of the outrageous things you said? Besides, outrageous things , I have to judge by myself, after all, everyone thinks differently."

"Feng Lianchen lied to you anyway, and you still have to fool yourself to pay for it!" Lu Yan was annoyed by his behavior, and his brows were stained with anger, "He has already said so clearly, you Why bother to ruin your reputation! Master's health is getting worse and Mr. Wen is getting old. As a student of Yanran Taiwan University, you should also take responsibility."

Ye Wenqing remained silent, not sure if he was listening or not, so he pushed him and said without looking back, "I have my own plan."

Furious and annoyed, Lu Yan waved his fist at Ye Wenqing's back, scratched his hair, and strode forward, making up his mind to look at him no matter what.

At that time in Hunxu, Feng Lianchen stood with his hands behind his back on a stone peak, his eyes wandered among the ghosts, his brows were slightly frowned, he raised his eyes to look ahead, and there was a trace of darkness in his eyes.

"Your Highness." The Scrawny Ghost stepped forward obsequiously, sticking out his green tongue, and said, "When shall we start? Brothers can't wait."

The ghosts whimpered excitedly, looking at Feng Lianchen with fiery eyes, the unstoppable desire and greed in their eyes, like wolves that have been hungry for many years, eager to go down the mountain immediately to hunt for food and have a good time.

"It's all here?" Feng Lianchen looked away, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the scrawny ghost quietly.

"Yes, yes." Scrawler nodded again and again, with a firm expression on his face, "Although some brothers have escaped over the years, most of them have been taken away by those stinky monks. Although the Soul Locking Pillar has collapsed, brothers However, their cultivation has been suppressed for hundreds of years, and it is difficult to recover in a short period of time, and most of them are still hiding in the soul market to recuperate."

"Okay." Feng Lianchen nodded, pointing to the pitch-black Soul Market, "The meaning of this hall, let everyone return to the Soul Market."

"Your Highness?" The smile on the corner of Scrawled Ghost's mouth froze, and he stuck out his long tongue, looking at Feng Lianchen in astonishment, "Are you serious?"

"Do you think this hall is joking?" Feng Lianchen's tone was low, his eyes were as cold as ice, and there was still a little anger between his brows.

When the ghost king got angry, he laid down millions of corpses.

"When will it be your turn to speak about the will of this hall?"

The Scrawled Ghost shivered in fright, swallowed hard, knelt down and kowtowed, and said tremblingly: "Yes, yes, let's go, little one!"

The position of Danshu Ghost King in the hearts of the ghost clan is unshakable, and no one dares to question the ghost king's orders. Scribbled Ghost was also dazzled by the pride in being able to talk to Feng Lianchen in his heart, and for a while forgot to take shape. .

All the ghosts were suspicious, but they still followed suit, and went back to the Soul Market one by one in an orderly manner.

Feng Lianchen tapped his toes and stood on the soul market, holding a piece of blue silk wrapped with red thread in his hand, his eyelashes trembling slightly, he carefully put it into the lapel, closed his eyes, and was about to step into the soul market, But he was knocked to the ground by a fierce wind.

"Ghost King, don't be in a hurry to go home, let's talk about the old days."