Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

When the new king saw the old king, Aran didn't do anything.

Touching Xin Wang's delicate skin with his fingers, the lines on Xin Wang's cheeks began to expand, the color deepened, and slowly turned into a blood-like red.

Weird, evil, full of vitality.

This is a new king expected by the ghost clan.

Aran smiled and sent it to Granny Ahua's arms.

"Raise him well."

"He will lead the ghost race to another level."

Once the turmoil in the comprehension world ends, the Ascension dilemma will be resolved.

Then, at that time, the ghost clan doesn't have to think about how to expand in the cultivation world, after all, there is a new world waiting for them.

Even if it is a ghost race, who doesn't want to see how the so-called upper realm exists.

"……it is good."

The long period of waiting and waiting has long since blunted Granny Ahua's ambition to enslave people to practice cultivation.

Persistence over the years is obsession and also a demonic obstacle.

Her king came back just as she expected, but something was different.

The old king's eyes no longer had the original desire for war and fighting, and became indifferent.

This kind of indifference is the coldness of having no attachment to the world.

"I want to go outside for a walk."

Aran said.

In fact, this battle has come to an end.

From the very beginning, Granny Ahua was at a disadvantage, and the participation of the two powerful elders in human cultivation was enough to win the battle.

The grievances and grievances of the past began to be resolved in this battle.

Former friends no longer draw swords at each other, and have the urge to tell.

This is not about turning hostilities into friendship, it is about breaking up and not establishing.

It's time for them to have a new goal.

But after a while, a bunch of ghosts lay on the ground. Those ghosts' horns bumped into horns, and their gestures were close. This is their unique way of communication.

As for the ghosts who died, their bodies were carried by their companions and sank into the River Styx.

The eerie ghostly aura engulfed those corpses. At this time next year, they will return with a new life.

And those newborns in the Styx River were also salvaged one by one.

They have a new family, which is a way of reproduction belonging to the ghost race.

The power of the blood moon dissipated, and the majestic and huge castle turned into light and shadow again, and disappeared into the ghosts together with the moon, waiting for the reunion next year.

There are a lot of cries of babies in the village. In this regard, the newborns of the ghost tribe are no different from humans. Parents also have a headache.

A different peaceful ending, but a result that satisfied both parties.

The only bad thing is that Lu Yun and Meng Lin are not in good condition.

Meng Lin was still in a coma, and the ice layer on his heart only kept him alive. To recover, he needed external assistance, that is, the power of medical repair.

Neither the people nor the ghosts here can do this.

As for Lu Yun, because of the effect of the Ascension Pill, she is no different from ordinary people now.

Not to mention Wuzhuo, even touching Han Jiangxue, her physical body couldn't adapt to the coldness, so she had to put it away.

In the dantian, the little Yuanying had long since disappeared, and his cultivation level had dropped back to the golden elixir stage. However, due to side effects, he could not mobilize the power of Bishengteng to heal Meng Lin.

Ordinary, ordinary people.

Lu Yun felt helpless as she felt her body.

Fortunately, there are two siblings from the Miao family, so Lu Yun is also very relieved.

I don't know what deal Elder Jin reached with the ghost clan on behalf of Renxiu. When they left, they took away a lot of Wangchuan stones that had absorbed the blood moon's power.

The way out was led by Grandma Ahua.

And Grandpa Guicao, pressing his injured abdomen, smiled as usual and lay on the recliner, watching them leave with a fan.

Only this time, the person he was waiting for would come back.

After passing through a layer of barrier and returning to a familiar place, just as Yao Huai had guessed, the ghost they were in later was indeed under the crater.

"This floor is the burial place we planned to leave for people to cultivate." Granny Ahua leaned on a cane, and looked at the distorted space in the extremely high temperature. Granny Ahua's eyes were very gloomy.

Even if a cooperation is reached, Granny Ahua's hatred for Renxiu has not disappeared.

"If we had won that battle back then, wouldn't we have fallen into your trap?"

In fact, back then, the ghost king seriously injured many monks clamoring to crush the ghosts, especially those militant demon cultivators, who almost tore up the cooperation agreement.

Now it seems that the original appeasement was correct.

"Ha ha!"

In response, Granny Ahua gave an unknown smile.

Back then, a team of the ghost clan had been ambushing on this floor.

As long as humans dare to hunt deep into the hinterland, they can still kill a few monks and powerful ghosts on their own territory.

At that time, the hatred between the two sides may further escalate.

For example, even if times change and the two sides have the same goal, real peace cannot be reached.

Weigh the pros and cons, that's all.

Once the ban on ascending to the immortal gate is lifted, the collision between the two races will continue.

The ghost tribe is a foreign race, and in the eyes of the ghost tribe, human cultivators are not aliens.

People who are not from my race must have different minds. This principle is consistent for both parties.

So at that time, Renxiu's choice of "enough is enough" was really a good move.

"gone."

After the people and the ghosts had finished talking about this, A Ran, who had been waiting all this time, said something.

A few chains hang down from the sky, grabbing everyone.

The unconscious Meng Lin was lying on Yao Huai's back, while Lu Yun was supported by his siblings.

Lu Yun grabbed a chain, and felt a suction pulling her up quickly.

If she hadn't been protected by the spiritual power exerted by Miao Ruoling, she wouldn't have screamed in the stimulation that mortals couldn't bear.

With a calm voice, during the ascent process, Lu Yun saw a chain piercing the ground below.

Crash.

The chains trembled.

A person was pulled out from below, and Zheng Pan cursed at the same time.

When he saw something bad going on at the crater, Zheng Pan hid to avoid being taken as a prisoner by Granny Ahua, but he also missed the excitement below.

Seeing Lu Yun and the others, he wanted to show up, but stopped because of timidity.

It was Aran who discovered the other party, and took the other party along to get on this ride.

Amid the whistling wind, Grandma Ahua below turned into a tiny shadow, not very clear.

In another trance, Lu Yun and others were already in the mass grave.

Or that coffin.

And the ghost guard outside the pipe, after seeing so many people appearing again, silently put down the brick in his hand, and showed a friendly smile to Lu Yun and the others.

"..."

The atmosphere was silent for a second, and Aran walked over, looked at the other party a few times, and made an interesting voice.

"Will you come with me?"

He stretched out his hand to the ghost.

Turning from a living soul into a ghost cultivator, but he couldn't find a way to do it, that's why he instinctively devoured the flesh and blood of those corpses to gain strength.

In fact, such examples are still rare in ghost cultivation.

The horns on Aran's forehead were covered by the spell. He looked at the nodding ghost and smiled.

"Let's go."

"Goodbye, everyone."

After speaking, the two figures disappeared.

The rest of the people could only watch helplessly as a ghost king entered the world of cultivation and disappeared without a trace.