Escape from the Ghost

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and the eyes of all ghosts and ghosts glowed with a faint blue light. Looking down from the battle platform, it was a real ghost movie with a real posture, which was particularly infiltrating.

One side of Song Qing's mouth was lightly raised, and he jumped up and stopped in mid-air, curling up his body "snaply", shrinking into a blue light and hitting Song Yi.Li Zhaoling clenched the Heavenly War Halberd tightly and slashed head-on, the two beams of light collided and diverged from each other.Li Zhaoling fell back to the battle stage and took a few steps back. He was supported from behind, and when he turned his head, he saw Song Yi.

Song Yi grabbed Li Zhaoling's arm tightly, and Song Qingzhi attacked again, and he kept holding onto Li Zhaoling's arm.Xia Houyong, Zhao You, and Su Ningzi flew out of the arena together and fought with Song Qingzhi in the air.

Li Zhaoling glanced at Song Yi behind him suspiciously. Song Yi had an unprecedentedly serious expression on his face: "I remember you said that I didn't understand you?"

Li Zhaoling frowned and nodded silently.

Song Yi bent the corner of his mouth, with a little helpless emotion, and said: "All feelings are mutual. There is no love without reason in this world, let alone trust without reason."

Li Zhaoling hesitated a little, looked at Song Yi and said nothing.

"They..." Song Yi glanced at the light beams flying in the air, and said, "Each of them has a lot to ask you, and it's because of trust that they press it again and again."

"I know."

Song Yi said: "Actually...compared with lies, concealment is also hurtful, 'respect' is all because of 'love', especially compared to you, 'truth' is nothing!"

Li Zhaoling hugged Song Yi, left a kiss on the face, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I...I promise you, after I go back, I will definitely give you and everyone an explanation."

Song Yi nodded, glanced at the figures in the air, and said, "I believe in you, tell me, what should I do now?"

The brilliance gathered in Li Zhaoling's eyes, staring like an eagle, and said: "Seal these ghosts into Baipi again."

Song Yi frowned and looked at Li Zhaoling without speaking.

Li Zhaoling held his hand tightly and said, "Don't worry, that's what I did 3000 years ago."

The pitch-black sky shone like daylight, and Song Qingzhi fought three against one without showing any sign of dismay.With a flick of his sleeve, the smile on his face grew even wider.He dodged Xia Houyong's flying kick and landed on the battle platform.

The sound of war drums became louder and louder, a blue light flashed, Song Qing knocked Wang Xin back with one palm, and said in surprise: "You are crazy!"

Wang Xin grabbed his arm and said hurriedly: "Didn't you say that as long as the four of them return to their places, they can wake up?"

Song Qingzhi sneered, and said, "Are you in such a hurry? Alright! I'll make your wish come true now!" He grabbed the skirt of Wang Xin's chest, snatched the Yinluan pen from his arms, and a golden light suddenly appeared. However, it hit the other four in the middle of their foreheads.

The three people shook their heads and said one by one:

"Zhang Xun—"

"Duan Fuzun—"

"Wu Guangxin—"

"Chen Shang—"

"—to order."

After they finished speaking, they jumped up and attacked Xia Houyong, Zhao You and Su Ningzi together.

Wang Xin looked at the puppet-like person in front of him, and murmured: "It's not like this...it's not like this!" He turned his head to look at the ghostly ghost with blue eyes under the drooping sky, and stopped Song Qingzhi to say, "Why? Why is this happening?"

Song Qingzhi's eyes were fierce, and he raised his hand to break the Yinluan pen, and directly inserted it into Wang Xin's chest.

"Hmm..." After a muffled snort, Wang Xin stared blankly at the ball of black blood on his chest and couldn't believe it. He knelt down and grabbed Song Qingzhi's sleeve tightly, and said with tears in his eyes, "Tell me... …Why……"

Song Qingzhi leaned into Wang Xin's ear and said, "Let the soul-destroyed people be reborn to make up for your sins! Stop wishful thinking! Only one person, Song Mu, is eligible to come back. I'm just using your spiritual energy as a sacrifice to elder brother! Even so, you still have to thank me, if it wasn't for the fact that the Northern Wei Dynasty didn't take your life right away and leave you with a whole body, how could you come back?"

He kicked Wang Xin away, looked at Li Zhaoling viciously, and said, "Yin Luan has been stained with the blood of the soul and has become a waste, I see what kind of seal you have?" He looked at Song Yi and said, "You'd better be obedient Come with me, or I will let all of them be buried with you!"

On the other side, Zhao You and the others were fighting fiercely.

Su Ningzi put away the "scary soul" and shouted at Xia Houyong: "What should I do? Will the five generals kill You Ming? They are all your people, listen to you!"

Zhao You urged: "Xia Houyong, what are you so stunned for?"

Xia Houyong frowned, looked at Wang Xin who was dying on the battle stage, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Kill!"

The purple photoelectric light suddenly lit up the sky, and accompanied by the strings thrown by Zhao You, it suddenly turned into a golden and a purple two-day giant dragon rushing towards the four clouds of black mist, gathered together to form a huge ball of light, and suddenly shattered into fragments in the air Scatter!

"Do not--"

Wang Xin roared with tears in his eyes, and watched the ghost in the night turn into ashes before his eyes.It takes only a moment for dreams to come true, and they become bubbles in a moment.

Song Qingzhi lowered his eyes and said quietly: "I really underestimated you!"

He turned sideways, raised his arms and shouted: "Heroes and spirits of the Northern Wei Dynasty, heaven and earth are born together, and your return is chaotic! It's time for you to really come back!"

"kill--"

The ghosts roared loudly and rushed forward, Xia Houyong, Zhao You, and Su Ningzi were immediately submerged in a blue-black shadow.

The purple lightning threw a trail of blood, Su Ningzi jumped out of the encirclement with all her strength, stretched her neck and shouted at the people on the stage: "Li Zhaoling, what is this sissy doing? How did she gather so many dark forces? I'll go! You Don't fucking kiss me with Song Yi there, what should I do?"

The corner of Li Zhaoling's mouth twitched, his face was a little ugly, and he forced out two words: "Beat me!"

Xia Houyong: "..."

Zhao You: "..."

Su Ningzi strangled a one-eyed dragon soldier, and said, "You fart!"

Song Yi watched anxiously, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and find a way, I'm afraid they won't last long!"

Song Qingzhi stood on the other side of the stage, smiling affectionately: "Have you considered it?"

Holding the Zhantian Halberd, Li Zhaoling ran towards Song Qingzhi angrily, and said sharply, "Don't think about it, I'll kill you first, and then take your head to the realm to plead guilty!"

"Innocent!"

Song Qingzhi looked at Li Zhaoling who was coming towards him with a calm expression.He leaped high, the wind scraped his robe and made a whirring sound in the air, the Zhantian Halberd came down in response, Song Qingzhi narrowed his eyes, and pulled out his piccolo, plum blossoms rose up with the sound of the flute, petals wherever he went Flying, dazzling.

Song Qingzhi sighed softly: "You are always so rude." He turned over to avoid Zhan Tianji, and continued to fight Li Zhaoling.

Song Yi was dazzled by the sight, and suddenly a gust of cool wind hit, as if someone blew a breath behind the ear, and jumped into the collar directly, next to Song Qingzhi's familiar and melodious voice: "Brother, come with me Bar?"

"!!!"

Song Yi immediately felt a tendon go from the back to the top of the head, and it was convulsing.He ran forward a few steps, turned hastily and pointed the dagger at the black-robed man in front of him.

The man in black took off his coat and hat, and it turned out to be Song Qingzhi's pale face.

"How...how could you..."

Song Qingzhi smiled lightly and said, "They are all foolish and foolish, big brother, don't be afraid, we will meet for real soon." Like a ghost, he quickly flashed in front of Song Yi, Tightly hold Song Yi's hand holding the knife.

Song Yi suffered from pain, but insisted on not letting go.He gritted his teeth and put the other hand on Baipi together, the blade with changed strength changed along with its trajectory.

Song Yi shouted loudly: "I am Song Yi! Not Song Muzhi! Song Muzhi died a long time ago, on the battlefield of Mucheng 3000 years ago!"

His icy voice resounded in the empty ancient city, with sternness and reality, cruelly tearing apart all pretense and fantasy.

Song Qingzhi's hands tightened slightly, and he said harshly, "You're talking nonsense—"

Taking advantage of the moment when Song Qingzhi was in a daze, Song Yi pulled Baipi and stabbed Song Qingzhi's chest. The red light on the blade suddenly lit up the darkness and shone on the distorted faces of the two people.

Song Yi was hit by Song Qing's palm and rolled to the side. He sat up and touched his chest, but found that it was not a serious problem to get rid of a little dull pain.He picked up Baipi, saw the black liquid on the blade, and his hands trembled violently.

Song Qingzhi touched the dark blood on the wound on his chest, tilted his head up, and burst into tears from laughter!

After a while, he put away his smile, looked at Song Yi with a sad face, and said, "Do you think Li Zhaoling loves you? You idiot! He loves Song Muzhi so much, he has been using you from the beginning to the end!" Voice When it landed, the black shadow flickered, and rushed towards Song Yi again.

Song Yi's hands and feet were stiff, only Song Qingzhi's wild and distorted face remained in his eyes.

"General!"

A black shadow quickly flashed past and stood in front of Song Yi. Looking from the side, Song Yi turned out to be Wang Xin with a bloody face. The half body of the flute that has not entered.

The next moment, the burly man let out a roar, took two steps back, and pulled out the flute from the wound.Song Qingzhi frowned, staring at the gap in the man's chest.

Wang Xin leaned firmly into Song Yi's arms and slowly slid to the ground.

Song Yi was surprised, hugged him and helped him to the ground and murmured: "Wang... Wang Jiao..." He paused, his voice trembling, "General Wang..."

"Wang Xin—"

Li Zhaoling slashed the black-robed man in front of him with a knife, and saw him turn into a cloud of mist, so he reacted and rushed to the battle platform to stop Song Qingzhi.

Wang Xin stretched out his hand, patted the back of Song Yi's hand, and said in a low voice, "No matter...no matter who it is, I will pay this life back. My child, please...please tell General Xiahou...I...I tried my best!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately broke away from Song Yi's hand and rushed towards Song Qingzhi holding his breath. Song Qingzhi had just avoided Li Zhaoling's blow and turned to meet Wang Xin. Half a broken pen was inserted in the place, and looking along the arm holding the pen, it was Wang Xin's smiling face with tears in his eyes. Wang Xin pulled the corner of his mouth, and said quietly: "Mr. Wu An, I have paid back this report for my brothers!"

Song Qingzhi gritted her teeth, flicked her sleeves, and Wang Xin immediately flew back, blasting a blue light in the dark sky.

"Song Qingzhi, I want your life!" Xia Houyong clenched his fists, shouted, and rushed towards Song Qingzhi.

Song Qingzhi clutched her chest, looked at Song Yi with a pale face and shook her head in despair. He stretched out his arms and flew towards the deepest part of the Nether Ghost Formation.

Su Ningzi pulled Xia Houyong back to the battle arena, and said anxiously: "Calm down! Look ahead..." As far as he could see, You Ming had gradually awakened, and began to tear and rush to the battle arena.

Zhao You yelled: "Quickly build the barrier!"

He threw the strings to Xia Houyong and Su Ningzi, and each of them pulled a string, forming a small circle of light on the battle platform to stop You Ming.

Song Yi looked at the thick black blood in Wang Xin's hand, still shaking his head, and the Baipi in his hand was still glowing faintly red, shining brightly in the dark night.

Yes, he is not Song Muzhi, but he can only accept all this with peace of mind, whether it is death or sacrifice.

Li Zhaoling took Song Yi's lonely expression into his eyes, rushed forward and hugged him tightly, trying to give him some warmth.

Song Yi froze in place, indifferent.He watched Zhao You, Xia Houyong, and Su Ningzi desperately set up a wall of light and guarded the battle platform. After a long while, he murmured: "What should I do?"

Li Zhaoling's hands were so strong that he wanted to rub Song Yi into his body. He stroked Song Yi's face and neck and asked, "Do you still trust me?"

Song Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a silly expression, and said, "Only with you, everything is meaningful."

Li Zhaoling let go of Song Yi, the light in his eyes was resolute and resolute, he nodded and said, "Okay, give me Baipi!"

Seeing that he was about to grab the knife, Song Yi instinctively dodged and asked in panic, "Li Zhaoling, what are you going to do?"

Li Zhaoling took Baibi away, supported Song Yi's shoulder and said, "Trust me, nothing will happen." After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

Song Yi hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and said, "You promise, everyone will be fine! Including you?"

Li Zhaoling raised the corner of his mouth, touched Song Yi's face and said, "I hope..."

"no, do not want……"

Song Yi held back his tears, and tried to pull him again, but the hem of the clothes slipped through his palm, and he caught nothing.He glanced at the empty palm indifferently, and quickly got up to follow Li Zhaoling.

Li Zhaoling flew into the sky, tore open his shirt, and quickly drew a complicated totem on his chest with the tip of a knife.Blood gushed out, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "The ten directions are dark, and the soul will return!"

Song Yi was stunned, only Li Zhaoling raised his arms against the night wind and shouted in his ears: "Keep the good sacrifices, and let the names of the dead go!"

He touched his face, not knowing when it was covered with tears.

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These chapters are so written that I want to cry~~~~

Volume [-] Mucheng Chapter