After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Accompanied by Gui Mei's movements, the entire illusion is on the verge of shattering.

The illusion was like a huge half-dome, tightly shutting them in, until the top of their heads began to shatter, revealing the full face of the legendary ghost city.

Only after seeing the real ghost town, can one realize how superficial it is to call her by only the three characters of Ning'an Temple.

The afterglow of the sun is like a golden veil, covering the ghost town with a veil that will not reveal itself, just like the appearance of a world-renowned beauty who is still holding a pipa half-hidden, making people scratch their heads and want to see her face clearly.

The place they were facing was a tall tower that soared into the sky. Every piece of rubble was crystal clear, and reflected in the afterglow, it looked even more luxurious. It should be a ghostly residence.

The glazed tiles faintly reveal the scene in the tower, and the countless beauties in the wine pool, pearls, jade and gemstones are staggering.

The high tower is surrounded by low altars, which are filled with incense candles and emitting green smoke.

This is the base camp of ghost cultivators.

Sunlight shines through the fine silver chains and shines on the side of Fang Xingjian's face, making his appearance even more beautiful.

Gui Mei's furious move with all her strength was easily blocked by Fang Xingjian's round fan!

The breeze blown up by the huge impact blows his wide sleeves and the evening cloud veil flying wildly, rattling.

Gui Mei's eyes were fixed, without stopping, she immediately drew back her nails quickly, changed her movements, and attacked his dead point with fierce moves.

The tuanfan looked vulnerable, but in Fang Xingjian's hand, it looked like an invincible defensive magic weapon.

In just a few breaths, the two of them passed countless moves.

Gui Mei withdrew and stood on the window sill, becoming angry from embarrassment and laughing out loud:

"I didn't expect you to be able to do so many moves under my command."

"If you didn't make me unhappy, I must like you to death."

She dodged Zhou Yunyi and Fang Xingjian's attacks, quickly put her hands together and pinched the formula, a blue light flashed.

There was a terrifying howl from the altar not far away, and in a blink of an eye | the long incense inserted in it burned out, and the flat ashes cracked and cracked, as if something was about to crawl out of it.

Gui Mei's eyes were bright and dark, staring at Fang Xingjian with a smirk, and a sharp female voice sternly said:

"But now, I only like you dead!"

Suddenly she turned from anger to joy, and laughed and teased again:

"But I will personally refine you, so that you can always be by my side."

Ghost cultivator has no physical body, so he has been dragged down a lot on the way of cultivating immortals, so the cultivation level of ghost mei is not considered high.

It's just that she can control countless Yin spirits, which is where her strength lies.

This is also the reason why Fang Xingjian dared to confront Gui Mei as a mere mortal.

As soon as his expression changed, the Yin spirit in the distance had crawled out of the altar, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Yin Ling was full of strong resentment, his eyes were bleeding with blood and tears, his complexion was gray and purple, just looking at his figure, he was only a child of seven or eight years old.

He came so fast that he didn't have any time to react. Accompanied by the miserable howl, the Yin spirit condensed into a wisp of smoke, and burrowed into Fang Xingjian's body like a nail.

As the chill of an ice cave pierced through his spiritual consciousness, Fang Xingjian's face instantly turned purple, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and half knelt on the ground.

The Yin Ling still wanted to attack, but Zhou Yunyi gritted his teeth and threw out the white fan, which made the Yin Ling squeak and scream.

Fang Xingjian stumbled and stood up, barely leaning against the table and chair to stand still.

But Gui Mei couldn't make him happy, so he changed his tactics, and the ghosts in the altar crawled out one after another, surrounding the crowd.

Zhou Yunyi lacked the ability to separate himself, these ghosts moved swiftly and could not be killed, so they could only forcefully wave them away, and after a while they closed together again.

The situation around the two children was also in dire straits, Gong Wuyou could barely handle one or two, but Axi, who had not entered Taoism, could only dodge around.

In the blink of an eye, a howling ghost came towards him. Axi didn't react, tripped over the table and chairs in a panic, and fell to the ground.

The red pupil trembled, and panic took over the whole brain, and A Xi froze in place.

Am I dying, am I dying?

In the end, he was killed by the Yin spirit?

Fang Xingjian frowned, quickly took out the last golden bead in the storage bag, threw it into his mouth and crushed it.

All of a sudden, the small flower building was filled with golden light.

The golden light was gone, and Fang Xingjian flew in front of Ah Xi, the fan in his hand was shining brightly, with dark lines fluctuating, and swiftly swung a blow, hitting Yin Ling's head.

Knock back the ghosts three feet away!

Seeing his cultivation base skyrocket, Gui Mei knew that Fang Xingjian must have used a method to save his life.

But she was not surprised, she just giggled, as if she was watching an interesting drama.

Gui Mei's hands froze quickly, and countless ghosts stopped attacking others, and all swooped in the direction of Fang Xingjian.

However, before Fang Xingjian came into contact with it, it suddenly exploded in a place where it was not touched by the fan.

"Boom, boom—"

A huge fire suddenly rose from the ground, completely enveloping Fang Xingjian in it!

This is the fire of ghosts and monsters, not to mention Fang Xingjian, even Gui Mei herself cannot be extinguished.

The only clothing on his body was the oiran robe with the neckline wide open, which could not provide any protection at all. The smooth calf was hugged tightly by the Yin spirit who rushed up, bit him hard and exploded.

A bloody bite mark was left on it.

Fang Xingjian frowned in pain.

Gong Wuyou knew something was wrong when he saw Jin Zhu.

The damage to the body caused by the skyrocketing cultivation base is very huge. An ordinary person can only use it once or twice in a lifetime, and it takes a long time for the body's meridians to recover.

In the past, Qiangong Wuyou said that Jinzhu is poison and not a panacea, it is not false.

But in just half a month, Fang Xingjian used three golden pills.

If it was an ordinary monk, he would either fall into a coma due to severe pain, or die due to the fragility of his meridians.

But he just frowned and didn't even hear a muffled grunt.

But Gong Wuyou knew that he was already suffering from internal and external troubles at this time, and he might collapse before he could last for a while.

Sure enough, as she expected, Fang Xingjian's white shoulder was bitten by Yin Ling, almost tearing off a piece of flesh, and the sound of the explosion splashed blood all over his side face.

The setting sun seemed to be lamenting the passing of a young life, and couldn't bear to watch the massacre any more, and mercifully spread the last ray of afterglow on his hair.

Fang Xingjian was drenched in blood, but he was nailed in place like a tall and straight green bamboo. He closed his eyes tightly and only used his spiritual sense to sense the hidden crisis.

The silver chain was wrapped with sprayed blood, and it gathered on the chin along the jawline and dripped into the socket of his collarbone.

White and slender fingers pinched the wooden handle of the round fan and waved it lightly, but his expression was calm, as if he was the one who didn't have a piece of good skin all over his body.

——It seems that he is not killing demons and demons, but superseding ghosts.

But Gui Mei slaughtered a whole city, not to mention the monks who broke in by mistake for so many years, the ghosts poured out of the altar almost continuously.

A more agile and flexible Yin spirit climbed out of the altar and quickly attacked him.

Yin Ling was dressed in white, and there was a rusty bell tied to the wooden peach sword tightly held in his hand.

His death was miserable, and the bell under the sword was still making a dull sound, as if crying for him.

The strange sound of the bell came to his ears, and Fang Xingjian, who was holding the fan tightly, froze suddenly.

After being stunned for a moment, Yin Ling arrived in front of Fang Xingjian, and his mouth that was squashed opened roared and exploded!

boom--

I don't know how much resentment he has, the sound of the explosion is deafening.

"Brother Fang!!!"

"Fang Xingjian!"

"Get out of the way!"

The three of them watched helplessly as he was surrounded by the flames of the Yin spirit. Gong Wuyou was so frightened and worried that his hands trembled, and he knelt down on the spot with a snap, his azure blue pupils were covered by a layer of mist, and he looked at the flames soaring into the sky in disbelief.

Axi's eyes were about to burst, and his throat was almost broken.

Zhou Yunyi frowned tightly, clenched the folding fan tightly in his hand, and quickly swept away the nearby Yin spirits, watching the skyrocketing flames from the corner of his eye, his palms were wet with sweat.

However, the fire was extinguished, and Fang Xingjian in the center froze in place, and a cold but familiar smell burst into his nostrils.

He was hugged tightly, and he didn't know how to react for a while, and he looked a little confused.Jianxiu raised his head, staring at the opponent's chin with those unfocused bright eyes.

Chiyu wrapped him under her black robe, blocking all impacts, not even a breath of wind could blow into his encirclement.

The morning light faded and night fell.

Chiyu will come to him.

Fang Xingjian's voice was rarely trembling, he grabbed the only life-saving straw, and asked foolishly:

"The ghost just now..."

Lingyan Mountain is the most solid barrier between the Demon Realm and the Human World. For thousands of years, it has remained unshakable and firmly blocked the intrusion of Demon Cultivators.

But he heard the voice of Lingyan Mountain in the Demon Realm.

It was a mahogany sword given to all the disciples who entered the sect, and it was tied with a natal bell. If there was any danger, the elders in the sect would be able to detect it and rush to rescue the disciples.

Fang Xingjian, who was in charge of general affairs at the beginning, was like this, injecting spiritual energy one by one and distributing it to every disciple.

The bell is psychic, and it will only ring when the owner is threatened by life and death.

Fang Xingjian didn't know which bell it was, but even if it was crushed and rusted, and the crisp sound became dull, he could still recognize that it was the bell of Lingyan Mountain.

He didn't know what that disciple went through to get from Lingyan Mountain to Moyu Ghost City. The squashed bell continued to ring until the last moment.

He took a deep breath, and his tone was so soft that Chiyu could only hear:

"Is there a mahogany sword with a bell?"

Even though Chiyu didn't answer, Fang Xingjian already had the answer in his heart.

He almost gritted his silver teeth, the people from the Demon Realm had sneaked into Lingyan Mountain long ago.

His fate was not accidental, nor was it the only case. Before he knew it, how many disciples who disappeared unexpectedly were sent to the Demon Realm and became the rations of the Demon Cultivator?

The pain in his body could not suppress the anger in his heart.

Chiyu held him tightly in his arms, Fang Xingjian's body was scorching hot, and the smell of blood smelt his nostrils.

If he came a moment later, would he lose him and never see him again?

Once this thought came up, it was like a gangrene hovering in his mind, even if he held him in his arms, it seemed that his hands were empty.

The golden pupil sank suddenly, and he didn't even need to make a formula, the raging fire swept across all the altars.

Gui Mei's expression changed suddenly, capillary sweat broke out on her forehead, and she changed her hands quickly, still unable to keep up with the speed of Chiyu's heart, Junhuo.

For a moment, even she herself was caught in the flames.

The fire of ghosts and monsters is not extinguished, but it is swallowed by the more powerful king of hearts!

For a moment, the ghosts were as bright as day, and the howls of countless ghosts echoed.

In the center of the flames, a circle of land was left, and the man in black robe buried his head in the neck of the other man. Looking closely, his figure was still trembling.

Fang Xingjian was covered in wounds, his slender and white neck and shoulders were badly bitten, and his slender legs were covered with tooth marks. Only the hand holding the fan left a piece of intact skin.

His hands covered with old scars were lightly released, and the ball fell to the ground with a clatter.

Obviously the surrounding voices were too noisy, but Chiyu still caught the crisp sound, and he froze in place, calling softly for his brother.

But Fang Xingjian didn't respond.

Chiyu stood there blankly, with a hot person in his arms, until a voice sounded behind him, and the whole person came back to his senses.

The man was holding Gui Mei who was burned all over his body in his arms, with a delicate and soft face, and his long dark purple hair was tied behind his head, meticulously.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he smiled gently. Even if the other party was a monk who had burned most of the ghosts, he could still deal with him peacefully.

"He was seriously injured. If he doesn't recuperate and heal him well, I'm afraid the root cause of the disease will be burned, and he will be beaten like this outside by you. Why don't you go to the Liuli Palace to rest."

His eyes indicated the crystal clear tower not far away, the ghostly residence.

Chiyu glanced at him coldly, but did not speak to him.

The man didn't feel offended, he just smiled, and added honestly and gently:

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself."

"I'm the face of Gui Mei, and I know some medical skills. I hope I can help."

Chiyu's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Fang Xingjian who was hot in his arms, his eyes softened a little.

Immediately, a little spark fell on that person's forehead, brightly highlighting a fiery red mark.

His eyes darkened, and he threatened in a deep voice:

"Cure him, if you make a little move, you will die faster."

The other party was not angry, and even kept a smile like a spring breeze.

In the ghost city, on the messy battlefield, he held the dying ghost king in his arms, but his smile was even more strange.

"Of course, doctors are parents."

"Oh, by the way, forgot to introduce myself—"

He looked very calm, even narrowed his eyes, and tilted his head:

"My name is Ruoming."