Ghostly mysterious girl

Chapter 972: Purgatory on Earth
Master Long Xu quickly squeezed the formula, and the ball suddenly trembled slightly, and gradually turned into a white phantom figure.

"This is the aura accumulated by my Sect of All Beings for thousands of years. Donor, you are kind in nature. The old monk wants to trouble you with something. Please promise the old monk."

"Master, what do you want me to do? As long as I can do it, I will help."

Mage Longxu's eyes slowly moved to the phantom figure floating in mid-air, and said slowly, "These auras gather the most pure and yang energy in the world, and those monsters outside are just to get these auras, so they kill all my beings." The door destroys the door, the old monk hopes that the benefactor can help give these auras to a person who is pure and yang, so that... my Sect of All Beings can hope to be revived."

"A pure and yang person, how do you find such a person?" Yan Zhengting asked curiously.

Master Longxu said: "Nephew Shi Shi and Nephew Kong Kong, they are well-informed and will help you find this kind of person, cough cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Longxu suddenly coughed violently, his face became more and more red, and he was about to die.

Yan Zhengting said anxiously: "Master, you should take a rest first."

Master Longxu waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it... Benefactor, the old monk's lifespan is about to run out, and it's no point for you to stay any longer. Go down the mountain as soon as possible, cough cough..."

The more Master Longxu spoke, the more he struggled, he could hardly breathe.

Yan Zhengting sat on the side helplessly, wanting to say something, but knew that no amount of language at this moment was meaningful.

Suddenly, Master Long Xu lost his voice!
Yan Zhengting's heart tightened, and he looked down at the motionless old man, "Master, Mage?"

At this time, the phantom figure suspended in mid-air turned back into a white bead shape and fell back into the box.

Yan Zhengting covered the box, then put the box in his pocket, looked down at the old monk who closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Longxu has been fighting monsters all his life, but he did not expect to die in the hands of monsters in the end, and his family was exterminated, which is really a pity.

Yan Zhengting guarded Master Longxu for about two hours, and finally confirmed his death, so he carried him to the back mountain and buried him, and set up a rough tombstone.

"Master, I will bring the new heir of Zhongsheng Sect to commemorate you in the future. Rest in peace." Yan Zhengting was not a talkative person. After saying this, he stood up and turned to go down the mountain.

When we descended the mountain, it was completely dark.

Along the way, Yan Zhengting saw the undead left over from countless slaughters, corpses scattered all over the field, like a purgatory on earth, endlessly sad.

Walking and walking, unknowingly came to a village that had been massacred, and the strong breath of death filled the earth.

Yan Zhengting felt more and more familiar with this breath of death, as if this breath was born for him, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, there was a baby crying from nowhere.

Yan Zhengting's face changed slightly, and he burst out, "Sweetheart..."

Suddenly, the baby's cry disappeared!
Yan Zhengting involuntarily ran towards the direction where the voice disappeared. He hated himself for losing all his mana, otherwise he wouldn't have to run so hard and so slowly.

After running for a while, the cries were completely lost.

Yan Zhengting stopped at the same spot. This place is under a barren mountain. A yellow dirt road leads to a nearby town. There are no villages around.

He began to realize that he might not be able to return to City S after walking like this for half a month.

But right now, there is no other way but to keep moving forward.

(End of this chapter)