Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

Chapter 96: Ghost Seven (2 in 1)

Chapter 96 Ghost Seven (Two in One)

The haggard old man's voice has not yet fallen,

"Ran girl! Shoot!!"

The explosion of the remnant soul of the saint resounded throughout the stone chamber:

"This guy has already turned into a ghost, this is his corpse!"

As the sound sounded, the saint's soul body immediately emerged from the soul ring, and the black and red soul power gushed out and turned into a sharp blade to cut through the void.

The space is quiet for a moment,

Xu Yuan saw the withered old man's head fall from the body, but there was no blood gushing out from it, as if the blood inside had already dried up.

Breathing is slightly stagnant.

Second Grade Demon Ghost

The ghost near the second rank mentioned by the haggard old man just now is himself!

After the remnant soul of the saint chopped off the head of the withered old man, he did not stop.

But at the same time as the head rolled, the withered old man's body immediately exuded a strong dark ghostly aura, rushing towards the saint's soul body from all directions!

The black-red soul power intertwined and collided with the pitch-black ghost aura, and the entire unique stone room shook like an earthquake in an instant!

The shock lasted for about ten seconds,

The eager voice of the saint's remnant soul sounded again:

"This ghost wants to eat me! Girl Ran, before he swallows my source soul, we're all dead!"

"Saint remnant soul.. Saint soul body Saint source soul"

The head of the withered old man on the ground let out a strange laugh that seemed to be crazy: "Hahahahaha! If I eat you, I will be considered the eldest son."

“.”

Ran Qingmo clenched his sword tightly, but he still didn't move.

Because when the withered old man said that sentence just now, Xu Yuan had already held her wrist in advance.

"Xu Yuan." Ran Qingmo called softly.

Xu Yuan shook his head lightly.

The battle between the saint's soul and the withered old man was just ten meters away from him. He is still safe and sound in this level of battle, which can explain many problems.

"Take me out."

Ran Qingmo thought for a moment, picked up Xu Yuan and ran out along the corridor.

"." The saint's remnant soul.

"Asshole!!"

The sage let out a bang, forcibly broke half of his body out of the black mist, and grabbed Xu Yuan directly like the real black-red soul power hormone.

But at this time, the formation in the stone chamber has already started.

While the white light flickered, white chains shot towards the saint's soul in the middle of the stone room.

In an instant, the remnant soul of the saint was penetrated and fixed by thousands of chains.

The haggard old man let out a strange laugh, and the black mist from the corpse began to pour into the saint's soul body continuously.

Seeing such a scene, the remnant soul of the sage had roughly guessed what this fake second-rank ghost was going to do, and shouted sharply:

"Bastard, dare you!!"

Soul Melt

This second-grade demon dares to try to fuse his soul with him!

After the explosion, the chains that spurted from the formation immediately became somewhat illusory, as if they were about to collapse.

The saint began to burn the source soul desperately, but unfortunately it was too late.

Before he broke free from the shackles of the formation, all the black ghost energy in the stone room penetrated into the soul of the saint.

The vibration of the stone chamber stopped, and everything in it was plunged into darkness.

Tikyo,

Tianan General Gewuyuan, Tianjiayuan.

Tianjiayuan is a high ground, built an elegant pavilion, surrounded by a small river in the courtyard, looking down from the top of the pavilion is a piece of elegant flowing water.

At this moment, in the pavilion, there are two people facing each other.

One of them was middle-aged with gray temples and sharp eyes.

One person has white hair and a childlike face, with a handsome face, it can be vaguely seen that he was also a handsome son when he was young.

"Master Xiangguo is busy with government affairs, so he has time to come to my museum?"

Seeing this powerful prime minister, the white-haired old man didn't show much respect: "Speak, what's the matter?"

Xu Yinhe glanced at the other party, did not speak immediately, poured the tea himself, and after pushing a cup of tea to the other party, he said softly:

"I have nothing to do, so I came to talk to you."

The old man stared at Xu Yinhe with his energetic eyes for two seconds, and suddenly showed a disdainful smile:

"You're fine, I have something else to do, let's talk about it quickly."

The warm wind in the afternoon gently blows over the pavilion,

Xu Yinhe was not angry either, and drank the tea in his cup slowly:

"Decades have passed, and you are still the same as before, nothing has changed."

“.”

The old man shook his head, gathered his sleeves and picked up the teacup:

"Are you here to urge that day's news round crystal again? The progress of this thing is less than half, and now the Liuxuan crystal can barely carry the communication pattern, but the volume is too small, and it is still difficult to compress the source of energy into the crystal. It takes at least a conservative estimate to fully complete."

"Ginger lotus."

Xu Yinhe suddenly interrupted the old man's words with calm eyes.

“.”

The old man with white hair named Jiang He was taken aback for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he stroked his beard and sneered:

"Heh, are you really free to come and chat with me?"

Xu Yinhe did not deny it, put down his teacup and looked at the courtyard wall towards the foot of the imperial capital, and said softly:

"Have we known each other for a long time?"

Jiang He frowned, recalled a little, and said in a low voice:

"You entered the capital in the 32nd year of Yongqing, and now it is the 44th year of Jiajing, and one Jiazi has passed."

Xu Yinhe's sharp eyes carried a hint of memory:

"It turns out it's been so long, how time flies."

Jiang He has a smile in his hearty eyes, and there is not much respect in his voice, but like an old friend:

"Today's Xiangguo, who keeps government orders out of the Golden Temple, would be so worried, haha"

Xu Yinhe didn't care about the other party's words, but said softly:

"There are not many friends left in the imperial capital who have survived to this day."

Jiang He sneered: "They were all killed by you and Li Yaoxuan, naturally there are not many left."

"." Xu Yinhe.

Li Yaoxuan, the current emperor.

Jiang He stared at the middle-aged man with gray temples, and laughed softly:

"After so many years, even if you don't kill them, those people may not be able to live until now. I'm almost ashamed, but you still look like this. I'm really curious how long you can live with your current cultivation?"

Xu Yinhe looked up at the old man, thought for a while, and whispered:

"If there is no effort in this life, it will probably be three years old."

Jiang He's old face showed a touch of envy:

"so good."

Xu Yinhe didn't have too many mood swings, but just asked:

"Is it meaningful to live long?"

"Of course."

Jiang He snorted softly: "If I can live longer, and have a little more time to penetrate the Dao of Formation, it will not be in vain to come to this world."

Xu Yinhe smiled at the corner of his lips:

"I am different from what you pursue, but if you want to live longer, you should have listened to King Xiang."

Hearing this, Jiang He didn't answer immediately, and leaned his back gently on the back of the chair in silence for a long time, finally heaved a long sigh and murmured:

"Practice?"

Jiang He thought of the father whose memory was already blurred, and shook his head:

"If you chose to practice back then, you would have put the cart before the horse. There is only so much time left for practice. If you have more time for practice, you will have less research on formations.

"Besides, I really don't have much interest in the road that the old man paved for me. Now this level of cultivation is only for formation."

said,

Jiang He seemed to think of something, his old face suddenly became hale and hearty, his eyes showed excitement, and he whispered:

"By the way, Xu Yinhe, the big formation I told you about four years ago will be completed soon, and its power will be at least double that of the defensive formation of the Imperial Capital."

Speaking of this, Jiang He coughed lightly:

"The old man Hua Hong doesn't give money, look at this"

Xu Yinhe listened carefully, with a smile in his eyes, but he didn't let go:

"Hua Hong will handle the accounts of the Tianan Chamber of Commerce by himself, and I will not interfere."

Gewuyuan burns a lot of money, especially most of the investment can't see the harvest at all.

Four years ago, Jiang He first talked to him and Hua Hong about this mighty formation.

The statement then was almost exactly the same as it is now.

Said to invest another 100 million points, as long as they invest another 100 million points, they will immediately produce results.

Then Hua Hong voted,

Then four years passed.

Jiang He's face immediately turned serious when he heard the words, he snorted coldly, and raised his glass to see off the guests.

Xu Yinhe looked at his old friend with the same personality as before, smiled and shook his head, then suddenly said softly:

"Jiang He, there is something wrong with the soul-absorbing array you created."

When Jiang He heard this, his originally stern face froze for a moment, and gradually became dignified.

But he was not surprised that something happened to the formation.

A complete set of formations will naturally come out after thousands of calculations, but this does not mean that it is perfect. Many things will change with time, and thousands of variables in reality will also lead to deviations between the formation method and the test results. The final formation method must be perfected step by step in practice.

Just like the human race domesticated monsters, there is still a long way to go for the related formations and techniques of captive ghost fog.

After thinking for a while, Jiang He shook his head and said:

"I know that you, Mr. Xiangguo, will go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Please tell me the specific situation."

Xu Yinhe pondered for a while, and said:

"Changge went to Jingjiang Fucheng again because of some things."

Jiang He frowned slightly: "Jingjiang Mansion is that ghost fog in the mountains near Wuyuan City?"

"Yes." Xu Yinhe.

Jiang He paused slightly, with a hint of hesitation on his old face:

"I remember that ghost mist was guarded by three great masters?"

"Um."

Xu Yinhe nodded, and then calmly uttered three words:

"They're all dead."

"impossible!"

Jiang He clenched his hands caressing his long white beard, and said in a low voice, "It is impossible for my formation to allow the birth of ghosts of the fourth rank or higher in the ghost fog."

Xu Yinhe calmly stared at the old friend in front of him for a few breaths, and said softly:

"Ghosts are not born in the ghost fog."

“.”

Hearing this, Jiang He's old face suddenly turned pale, his wrinkled palms trembled slightly, and asked hesitantly:

"Is it a ghost?"

"Yes." Xu Yinhe gave an affirmative answer.

Jiang He's breathing was a little short of breath.

Such a big flaw in the formation he created is something he cannot tolerate.

Clenching his palms into fists, he hammered hard between his eyebrows.

For a while,

Jiang He suddenly raised his eyes and asked:

"No. No! If such an accident happens and the formation goes out of control, Jiuyuan City should have been engulfed by that ghost fog at this moment, above the ruling and opposition parties"

"Ghost Seven is over there." Xu Yinhe interrupted with a very gentle voice.

"Ghost Seven?"

Jiang He was stunned, and asked in a low voice with a little hesitation: "The guard who was with you when you entered the capital? Is he not a ghost?"

Under the warm sun in winter, there is a gentle breeze.

"Ghostly."

Xu Yinhe stared at Jiang He, his voice still without any ups and downs:

" said the long song,

"He has been guarding that formation."

Organs, accompanied by corpses and viscous blood, went all the way down the corridor, as if there was no end.

"da"

The sound of boots trampling on the ground sounded unhurriedly in the spiraling downward corridor stairs.

All the way down, Xu Changge looked at everything around him, with a hint of thought in his calm eyes.

Lou Ji said that there seems to be some problems with the ghost fog here.

Although the soul crystals in the ghost fog formation here have been delivered on time in the past three months, the people who entered the rotation every month have never gone out again.

Now it seems that the changes in the space here are not as simple as some problems.

While thinking, Xu Changge stepped out of this long corridor.

After the tunnel, what greets the eye is a beehive-like cave, where thousands of ghosts are imprisoned in dense stone chambers.

In addition to these, it is the human corpses that have almost spread all over the ground.

Among these crowds, he saw two acquaintances.

Two third-rank great masters once met him in the imperial capital.

But now the aura of the two of them has been cut off for a long time, and the incorruptible body of the third-rank grand master is particularly strange at this moment.

After glancing at it, Xu Changge withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward. He saw a "living person" in the northeast direction of the cave.

He was thin and thin, with a haggard face, and he was kneeling quietly in a corner without saying a word.

The huge cave like a beehive, the thin old man hidden in the darkness, strange and deep.

"da"

In the dead silence,

Xu Changge stood three meters behind the withered old man, and silently took out the three-foot green sword from the Xumi ring, but he didn't swing the sword down immediately.

Beside the haggard old man was a whole box of neatly stacked "soul crystals".

This should be the soul crystal that needs to be supplied to the Tianan Chamber of Commerce this month.

Xu Changge's eyes flashed a look of confusion, but then he got a little complicated, and silently took the sword back.

He stood silently, dressed in green clothes like a banished fairy, so incompatible with the hellish scene around him.

In the dark cave,

The haggard old man kneeling in the northeast direction seemed to have finally sensed something, turned his head 180 degrees, and looked at Xu Changge behind him.

I was stunned for a long time.

The haggard old man's eyes seem to have regained some clarity:

"Elder son. Son.?"

Xu Changge stared at the old man, feeling the strong ghostly aura on him:

"Are you Ghost Seven?"

"Ghost Seven?"

The haggard old man murmured, then stared blankly for a long time, then nodded:

"Old slave, I have met the eldest son."

In the cave like hell, there was silence.

I don’t know how long it has passed,

The haggard old man tremblingly pushed the box beside him forward:

"This is the soul crystal of this month."