Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

In almost the blink of an eye, Song Yiyue was surrounded by dense crowds of ghosts.

Those pair of green eyes looked greedy towards Song Yiyue.

If they were not souls, they would have been so greedy that they would have started drooling.

"Tear--"

If Song Yiyue hadn't been so fast, it would have been her arms that were torn apart instead of her sleeves.

Song Yiyue struck back with a sword, and the ghost was instantly torn apart by the sword energy.

Looking at the wound on his arm, Song Yiyue sincerely thanked Senior Su Dai for his devilish training.

Without the training of Senior Su Dai, his arm would probably be gone.

One ghost died, and other ghosts came up instantly.

Smelling the blood gushing out of Song Yiyue's wound, the dense crowd of ghosts became even more crazy.

One sword, another sword, and another sword.

Song Yiyue couldn't count how many ghosts she had killed. She only felt pain all over her body. The coldness spreading from the wound to the seam of her bones made her sword swings gradually slow down.

There were more and more wounds on Song Yiyue's body, and the blood that kept pouring out made these ghosts even more crazy.

As she swings her sword slower and slower, there are more and more flaws, and the ghosts become more and more ferocious.

Even if Song Yiyue took handfuls of pills, it would not help. There were so many ghosts and monsters that it was terrifying. With her cultivation level of less than eight realms, she would only be exhausted in the end and then be torn to pieces by these ghosts.

Song Yiyue was a little desperate, but she was unwilling to give in.

She didn't want to die like this!

"boom--"

The white tassel gun dropped from the sky and landed at Song Yiyue's feet. Countless ghosts and ghosts around him were torn apart by this gun.

Song Yiyue, who was exhausted, suddenly had time to breathe.

When she saw this familiar white tassel gun, she blinked.

Suddenly, she felt a sore nose.

This is my sister's weapon.

Is sister here?
Song Yiyue ignored the ghosts and looked around.

Immediately, she noticed that the ghosts on the left seemed to have encountered some terrifying existence. They were retreating and hiding.

When the dense crowd of ghosts gave way to a path, Song Yiyue took a closer look and saw...sister coming slowly towards her?
It was too dark around her and she couldn't see clearly.

After Song Yizhi approached with a purple umbrella, Song Yiyue could see clearly through the faint green light.

My sister was wearing a red dress and came slowly holding a very beautiful umbrella.

The wisteria flowers hanging from the umbrella are full of vitality and sway gently as Song Yizhi moves.

The moment she saw Song Yizhi, the strength and defense built by Song Yiyue collapsed instantly, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Sister..." When Song Yiyue spoke, her voice was choked with sobs.

Looking at the aggrieved little girl, Song Yizhi teleported in front of her, and the ghosts and ghosts around her that wanted to surge back quickly retreated.

The Purple Royal Umbrella and the string of Buddhist beads were consecrated by the gods, and their power was almost doubled. These ghosts were already afraid of such things, and now the doubled power made them avoid it.

In an instant, a large area became empty here, and the densely packed ghosts and monsters only dared to look far away and did not dare to get close.

Song Yiyue lost her sword and threw herself into her sister's arms, crying loudly.

"..." Song Yizhi opened her mouth, and finally silently raised her hand and patted her back to comfort her.

Forget it, let her cry first.

Song Yizhi's shot made too much noise, but not many people dared to open the window to check the situation.

Mu Qinqing, who heard the noise in the guest room, bravely opened the window again to watch.

With Song Yiyue's cultivation level, she would not be able to survive under the stranglehold of so many ghosts and monsters, even if she was a seventh-level monk with many magic weapons on her body!

Thinking of this, Mu Qinqing felt a little relieved, but she still continued to observe.

In the green fluorescent light, the empty space stood out. Mu Qinqing narrowed her eyes.

What's happening here?
Suddenly, a peaceful gaze looked over.

There is endless coldness and chill beneath his peaceful gaze.

Mu Qinqing was stunned.

Song Yizhi? !

Before Mu Qinqing could see clearly, she suddenly felt her eyes stinging, and then everything went black.

Two lines of blood and tears fell down, and Mu Qinqing raised her hand and wiped it, which was full of blood.

Mu Qinqing closed the window with her backhand and sat down to use her spiritual energy. A week later, the pain in her eyes was still not relieved, and her eyes were still dark.

Song! by! branch!
No one except Song Yizhi could do this kind of thing!
But why is Song Yizhi here? !

Mu Qinqing had to accept the result that she was blind. She was thinking about what to do tomorrow while using her spiritual power!
Here.

Song Yizhi hesitated but gave up on demolishing the inn. After all, the other people in the inn were not guilty enough to die.

After she put away her white tassel gun, she stood there and let Song Yiyue hold her and cry.

The two people who stayed away all night attracted something more powerful.

Song Yizhi could feel several powerful auras approaching quickly.

Just when she was about to take action, a sword light lit up.

"It's really..." The clear and clear voice was mixed with a bit of helplessness.

The image of a person that suddenly appeared was a ghost. After Song Yizhi saw it clearly, all the dense ghosts around him had disappeared, leaving only the dim light of Yingying in the distance.

As for the two breaths that I felt just now, they have disappeared at this moment.

"How brave." A clear voice sounded from a few steps away.

Song Yizhi looked at the young man a few steps away and narrowed his eyes.

Song Yi Yue looked up with tears in her eyes.

Under the somewhat blurry vision, she could only see the tall and tall young man a few steps away, dressed in clean clothes. He was holding a sword in his hand. The mask on his face covered his appearance, and he could see everything. Less than.

What a strange person.

Song Yiyue silently let go of her sister and hugged one of her arms.

"You are so brave even if you don't come home late at night." Song Yizhi said, then nodded slightly, "Thank you for your help."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and held the sword in both hands. "There are a lot of things in the city. What are your plans next?"

Song Yizhi was not in a hurry to answer. He glanced at the long sword that Song Yiyue had thrown aside and said softly, "Yiyue, as a sword cultivator, you can't just throw away the sword like this."

Song Yiyue put away her sword and replied obediently, "I understand, sister."

Song Yizhi raised his head and looked at the young man a few steps away, speaking slowly, "I'm new here and I don't know what to do."

"Your sister can't last much longer." The young man said, "Follow me."

Looking at the young man who jumped onto the roof, Song Yizhi took out his arm, then grabbed his sister's waist and led her to jump onto the roof.

Song Yiyue, who was eroded by the coldness, was already a little confused. She subconsciously looked for a source of warmth.

The young man was very fast, and Song Yizhi was not slow either.

The two people who were walking quickly arrived at a house.

The young man waited for Song Yizhi to fall, and then raised a barrier with his backhand.

All the ghosts that followed them were kept out.

Song Yizhi found an open space, put away the purple umbrella and Buddhist beads, and pulled Song Yiyue off his body.

Looking at Song Yiyue who was not shivering due to the cold, Song Yizhi felt a little confused.

Since he has ice spiritual roots, his strength is naturally that of ice. As for his divine power, it is not suitable. (End of chapter)