But winter comes and spring comes, and thunder runs in the middle of the night, with a loud shock and rolling for a hundred miles.

Nie Xiaoqian, who fled in panic but was caught by the thousand-year-old tree demon, was shocked by the spring thunder of Jingzhe.

When a person is thundered, there is a saying that he is burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

As for ghosts, ghosts are ominous things, which gather poverty, lowliness, sorrow, sorrow, decline, defeat, disaster, disaster, shame, humiliation, misery, poison, plum, smell, injury, pain, illness, and death, eighteen disasters.

According to rumors, the power of thunder is slashing cattle and trees, curing evil spirits and subduing evil spirits, killing evil spirits and evil spirits.

Therefore, the ghost is probably scattered by thunder. The so-called "spring thunder" sounds, and all things are silent, but for living things.

When Nie Xiaoqian encountered the anger of thunder, she was immediately shocked to pieces, making her soul unable to gather and form a body.

Fortunately, for the past six months, she has been practicing constantly, refining all the evil spirits that were restrained by thunder, constantly absorbing the Taiyin energy and literary energy, and dare not slack off at all. The body of the Yin soul is cleaner, more concise and pure than ordinary ghosts, so that she has not been shaken and completely dispersed.

However, although it was not completely shaken, it was only one step away from dissipating.

I died unexpectedly in my previous life, but did not disappear into nothingness, but instead traveled to an outside world and turned into a ghost.

A ghost suppressed by a thousand-year-old demon is abused and bullied, without freedom or dignity, and cannot be said to be a great blessing in misfortune.

But now, it seems that even ghosts can't be done.

When a person dies, it is a ghost. When a ghost dies, there will naturally be nothing left.

Death and trying to struggle, but it is like a drowning person, without any support and powerlessness.

A gust of wind blew, and Nie Xiaoqian, who was unable to control herself, was like a candle in the wind, fluttering and swaying. I don’t know where it was blown.

Perhaps she had left Lanruo Temple and Black Wind Forest. Although she was unwilling to leave this way, not dying on that land was a way to get what she wanted in another sense.

I don’t know how long it took, nor when the wind stopped. Nie Xiaoqian supported her because of the last idea of ​​"live", but she was so weak that she could be blown away with the gentlest spring breeze.

What's worse is that in a trance, she heard the sound of the rooster crowing.

Dongfang Xiaoye, when the rooster is white, the sky is almost dawn, and when the sun comes out, it is time for the ghost ice to disappear and disintegrate.

In fact, even before dawn, even when no one reads her lyrics and novels and has stopped her literary spirit, she has turned into a cloud of misty air that is as empty as it is, and she cannot even condense into shape. She is like a swimming fish away from the water, and she can't last long.

"Didn't it just dissipate between this world?"

After going through hard work and grievances, she finally escaped from the underworld prison of Lanruo Temple, but she was about to lose her soul. How could she be willing?

The darkness before dawn is endless, and the cold is like an ice cellar.

Nie Xiaoqian, whose ghost body is about to dissipate, wants to find a place to wait for the deadline.

Only when I turned around, a mottled temple monument appeared in front of me after being blown by wind and rain.

"Daoxiang Temple", Nie Xiaoqian realized that she was blown near a temple in the storm.

Daoxiang Temple, once you enter the temple, it is a few feet square, with no doors or windows, and it looks like it is dilapidated.

"It seems that I have a great fate with the temple in this life."

Nie Xiaoqian smiled bitterly and tried to move, inch by inch, and finally passed through the wall and entered the temple before dawn.

The cramped Daoxiang Temple is dark and damp, and there is no temple blessing.

A few feet away, there was a god with unknown figures, clay sculptures and wood sculptures, lifeless, but it could be identified as a female god.

In front of the statue of the god, there was a mess on the altar, the teacup and candlestick were tilted, and there were only three incense sticks in the incense burner, but the incense was about to burn out, and the smoke was curling and could not be gone.

Nie Xiaoqian, who barely floated in front of the incense, felt a trace of warmth emanating from the statue. Driven by the instinct of seeking profit and avoiding harm, he drilled into the statue, and then fell asleep exhausted, losing consciousness, not knowing that the east is white.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the drizzle was as thin as silk.

Stepping on the mud, Wang Lin stepped into the wild smoke and grass with white bones.

After several life and death, and several twists and turns, he finally saw this terrifying mass grave.

But I saw tombstones like forests and graves like buckets, one after another, stretching out densely, countless, making people shudder.

After wiping the rain on his face, Wang Lin turned his head to Ji Zongbu beside him and said, "This is the Soul-Shooting Gate. Miss Nie's corpse was buried here at the beginning."

Ji Zongbu, carrying a spear, nodded and walked to a digging grave with heavy steps. Looking at the tombstone with the words "Tomb of my beloved daughter Nie Xiaoqian", even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked and was so excited that he couldn't calm down.

The young monk put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name without joy or sorrow: "Amitabha."

Ye Ye's eyes turned red immediately and asked Wu Lan to let her go. Wu Lan could not persuade her, so she had no choice but to put her off her back carefully.

The mass grave was extremely yin and was not a place where living people should stay, let alone patients like Ye Ye. However, I heard that Sister Nie, whom I admire most, was buried here, so Ye Ye forced Wu Lan to follow him with a sick body.

Ye Ye held Nie Xiaoqian's tombstone with a sad look on his face, his shoulders trembled, and he said sobbingly: "Sister Nie is really a ghost, so pitiful."

Wu Lan, who held an umbrella in one hand and pressed the other on her back, conveying true energy to cheer her up at any time, felt helpless and had to persuade: "Although Miss Nie is a ghost, she lives a stronger life than a human being, and she is open and bright. Ye Ye, should you have the spirit of her?"

Ye Ye ignored Wu Lan's words and said worriedly: "It's so chaotic last night. I don't know where Sister Nie went. Is it safe now?"

Last night, Qi Guo wanted to be unfavorable to Nie Xiaoqian. Wang Lin and the others helped each other and fought hard. Until dawn, Qi Guo weighed the pros and cons and followed the charming demon away, so Wang Lin and the others didn't know where Nie Xiaoqian was.

Wang Lin was more optimistic: "Miss Nie left with her urn last night, and she must have regained her freedom. I believe that as long as we don't leave the county town, according to the truth, she will come out to look for you and me tonight."

"Miss Nie has a body of freedom and can go anywhere, which is considered a perfect result of cultivation."

"It's just a pity that the thousand-year-old monster has not been completely destroyed and will come out to harm people in the future."

"Even if it comes out to harm people, it will be a hundred years later. Didn't Qi Guo say that the foundation of the thousand-year-old demon was cut off by him, and his vitality was severely damaged. Without hundreds of years of re-cultivation, it would be impossible to recover."

"A hundred years later, we will no longer see."
Chapter completed!