Chapter 626

Murong Ling didn't think deeply about ye Zhentian's dying words. He killed too many people. Who knows what the words refer to?

At present, what makes her more concerned is the swordsman in black who has emerged from the ten thousand demons array. The black hat on his head has been torn to pieces by the strong wind. However, Murong Ling still can't see his face clearly, because his long sword goes into the sheath, his back is facing her, and he is about to leave.

"Stop!"

Murong Ling had guessed that the strange Jianxiu who had destroyed the underground palace in the past was the person in front of her, but there was still a doubt in her heart that needed to be verified. She could not help shouting, "you turn around!"

The swordsman in black stepped and stood still. He didn't mean to turn his head.

Murong Ling stepped forward a few steps, and finally couldn't wait to use the light body technique. She was about to see his face clearly. The man heard the movement, jumped up at the moment when she touched the corner of his coat, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The white palm is empty and empty. Murong Ling looks at it and slowly closes her eyes to remove all the exposed emotions. When she opens it again, it is the calm and cool of the ancient pool, a pool of stagnant water and no waves.

The magic flag is lying quietly on the snow stained with blood. It is full of evil spirit. The divine thoughts belonging to ye Zhentian have disappeared. Murong Ling tentatively probes into the divine consciousness and finally sees the scene inside the magic flag——

It was a horrible scene like hell, a boiling sea of fire and a boiling oil pan, in which there were ghosts and beasts, and the souls devoured and killed each other, Bloody, cruel and violent, just for a short time, let Murong Ling's heart grow out of anger, more said to exist in the soul.

She is a little worried about an Xiaoyu. Last time she was injured and her spirit was weak. How can she survive in such a predatory environment?

Looking all over the corner, I can't find an Xiaoyu's soul. Thinking of a certain possibility, Murong Ling is very angry and wants to tear ye Zhentian to pieces. Just when she plans to quit and whip the corpse, a trembling tortoise shell attracts her attention.

Next to the tortoise shell, there are two ghosts. Ghost a says to ghost B, "good smell, good smell, I smell the fresh soul, I want to eat..."

Ghost B nodded, "pure soul, the master must have found a new sacrifice. Look for it quickly, it must be hidden nearby."

Two evil spirits look around and finally lift up the trembling tortoise shell. A white and transparent soul immediately floats out of the tortoise shell. Who is the appearance and shape of the soul, not an Xiaoyu?

"Ah, white soul, I like it best!"

Ghost a and ghost B salivate. As they grow up, they pounce on an Xiaoyu. An Xiaoyu is so scared that she cries. Her white soul gradually turns black. Just when she is going to fight to death, the two ghosts suddenly stop and scream together, then they die.

An Xiaoyu was stunned. The evil spirit in his soul gradually faded away. He grew up confused and looked around. "Who, who helped me?"

The next moment, the familiar sense of calling appeared again. She resisted and struggled, but it was useless. She was called out of the magic flag again. However, when she saw the person who was calling, she was stunned, and then burst into tears.

"Master!" An Xiaoyu was both surprised and happy. He was wronged like a child who finally found a relative. He cried out, "you have come at last. I knew you would find me, master. I have waited for you finally."

Murong Ling's eyes were red. She looked at the little girl who was floating in front of her and kept crying. She felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry, it's the master who didn't take care of you."

"I don't blame you, master. You're right. Yu Er doesn't blame you." An Xiaoyu looked up at Murong Ling's face, and her mood became more and more broken. "I remember that I have done a lot of bad things and scratched my master... Wuwuwuwu, Yuer has become a bad child, and my master will never like Yuer any more."

Murong Ling realized what an Xiaoyu's distinctive white spirit represented. Apart from the monks with strong divine sense, the spirits of ordinary people after death are ignorant and chaotic. If they do not reincarnate in time, they will easily become fierce ghosts. But ye Zhentian's magic flag is full of evil spirit, and the souls who are imprisoned in it degenerate faster, have no sense, and have no discerning power, and finally degenerate into ferocious evil spirits.

This is what happened to an Xiaoyu in the Underground Palace last time. At that time, she was dispelled by the evil spirit, and her soul became weak and transparent. However, she was blessed with misfortune and regained her consciousness, and remembered all her experiences after her death.

Therefore, in the past month, an Xiaoyu, who is weak and helpless, has been hiding in the dangerous environment of the magic flag, and has successfully resisted the erosion of the evil spirit. He has not been engulfed or sunk.

Murong Ling looks at an Xiaoyu, who is out of breath. She reaches out her hand to wipe away her tears. Suddenly, her heart is filled with unprecedented pride and pride. "Don't cry. Master doesn't blame you at all. On the contrary, Xiaoyu has done what most people can't do. He is proud of you."An Xiaoyu cried and looked at her in shock and joy, "really? Master, are you lying to me? "

"I never cheat."

Murong Ling held her shoulder and solemnly asked, "Xiao Yu, would you like to be my disciple?"

An Xiaoyu was stunned by the unexpected surprise. After a long time, she came back to herself. She cried and laughed and nodded, "yes, I do." Just as she was about to kneel down to worship her teacher, she saw her transparent soul, like a basin of cold water pouring down from her heart. She quickly drew back her soul and sobbed, "I'm dead. Master, what's the use of accepting me as an apprentice?"

Murong Ling's face stagnated, which was also sad.

It's not that she didn't want to turn an Xiaoyu into a ghost cultivation, but an Xiaoyu's Tao is too shallow, and her spirit is extremely weak. She can't last long. I'm afraid she will be dead before she finds the ghost cultivation method, and there's no chance of reincarnation.

She did not dare to risk losing her again and leave her soul behind.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if it falls." Murong Ling stroked her head and said softly, "my first disciple is always you."

An Xiaoyu finally fell into her arms and began to cry again. "Master, master, will you wait for me? Will you accept me as an apprentice when I am reincarnated?"

Is reincarnation possible?

Murong Ling couldn't bear to break her naive fantasy. She nodded with red eyes, "OK, when you are reincarnated, master will accept you as an apprentice. This time, master won't let you wait any longer."

An Xiaoyu looks up at her and shows a bright smile. Her figure becomes lighter and lighter, and finally turns into nothingness. Murong Ling looks at her empty arms, and her ear still echoes an Xiaoyu's parting words. She says, "goodbye, master."

At last she couldn't help crying.