The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

How many years have passed, but that person has never appeared.

He wanted revenge, but he had nowhere to go.

What's the point of persisting like this.

Not far away, the Prisoner Ghost, who had broken free from the Dharma bowl, suddenly turned his head and looked at the old man's face as if he had sensed something somewhere.

In the flashes of lightning, some memories that did not belong to it surged up crazily, and the roaring emotions in its chest made its whole ghost tremble faintly.

It couldn't help but took a step in the direction of the city lord.

**
Seeing that the secret realm was about to be destroyed by Ranling, a clear and urgent sound rang out out of thin air in the hall.

"Stop now!"

As if feeling that his tone was too excited, he slowed down, "What does your person have to do with me? If you don't stop, be careful that I don't show mercy!"

That's what he said, but as a lingering will, he was no match for Ran Ling at all, and he felt a little guilty for saying this.

Everyone glanced around.

Who is speaking? Is it the will of Qiongminghe?
What is the voice of a child? ?
Ran Ling's voice was chilling, "The person was lost here, and you said that it has nothing to do with you? Then I killed you, does it have nothing to do with me?"

Qiongminghe's will choked: "..."

He really couldn't argue with that.

But this woman is so arrogant!

Talk so mercilessly!

He reluctantly explained, with a look of reluctance, "The place is so big, it is inevitable that there will be places that cannot be controlled. If your people are lost, don't bother me."

Ran Ling almost laughed angrily, she took out the white ribbon in her sleeve robe, and stroked it gently, "It's been a long time since you tied up an immortal, go and drag him here."

The white streamer split the space like lightning and disappeared.

"What do you want to do... um"

Hearing the sound that seemed to be brutally murdered, everyone swallowed, and their expressions were almost numb.

In their hearts, how lofty the Qiongming River's will is, how incapable of desecrating a single bit of its powerful existence, every move can shake mountains and rivers, change the color of the situation, and it sounds like a child's voice, and someone actually wants to tie it up .

This made them how to face up to the Danluo Tower again, and how to work hard for it?

Ran Ling's dark eyes swept over the people around him, and withdrew the power to suppress the teleportation.

In an instant, everyone present disappeared completely.

In the main hall, only Ranling, Prisoner Ghost, and the city lord were left.

The power of the dyed spirit no longer imprisoned the city lord, and the abundant evil spirit in the secret territory quickly restored his gray hair and sagging face, and returned to his previous youthful appearance.

The handsome face in the purple robe is ancient and gorgeous, and he has a good appearance.

His empty eyes finally had a gleam of spirit, he retracted his eyes, and scanned the hall.

He fears and respects Ranling who can decide his life and death at will, but doesn't kill him in the end.

Then, his eyes paused for a moment on the prisoner ghost who was trying to hide himself.

There was a trace of doubt in the blood-colored eyes, and soon they opened slightly, shock, joy, anger followed one after another, and some kind of emotion was pressed deep in the eyes.

too familiar.

This person can be recognized even when he turns into ashes!

Before he could say anything, he had already rushed out. Sharp purple branches suddenly appeared from all directions, aiming at the prisoner's head.

It seems that as long as the other party dares to move, he will be smashed into a sieve on the spot!

Ran Ling found a pillar to lean against, tilting his head to watch the scene.

This prisoner ghost has always been violent and murderous, but now he behaves like a cat, which is really strange.

Wait... It seems to have two souls in its body.

No wonder.

I didn't see it before.

The two stood facing each other, the prisoner ghost didn't resist at all, lowered his head, covered his eyes with his hair, and said hoarsely after a long time, "Sorry."

The hands under the sleeves of the city lord tightly clenched into fists, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, almost tears came out of his eyes, and the sharp point was firmly embedded in the prisoner's body, "I'm sorry...hehe, a city, tens of thousands of lives, Do you think a word of apology is enough?! For so many years, I have been thinking of killing you every moment!"

The Prisoner's body shook.

Then he said slowly: "Everyone is their own master, and their positions are different. I don't think I'm wrong."

"This sorry is only for you."

He concealed his identity since he was a child, sneaked into the enemy army, approached the young city lord at the time, and took the opportunity to find out the entire city's defenses and the number of troops. Later, his country led people to attack the city and slaughtered the city.

Those soldiers who died in battle, because of their obsession, painted the ground as a prison, trapped their souls with prison clothes, and could not be reincarnated.

It wasn't the city he ordered to be slaughtered, but the death of everyone in the city was indeed caused by him.

But the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. When the two countries fight, there must be a loss!
The only person he felt owed was him.

The city lord smiled wryly, "Yes, each is the master."

Always the enemy.

He stared at the prisoner ghost, suppressing the turbulent waves in his eyes, as if he was looking for some answer, "Then why did you come back?"

The Prisoner Ghost finally raised his head, met his gaze, his Adam's apple rolled, "You."

The city lord watched him silently for a while, then suddenly raised his head and laughed.

The voice was clear, with complete ease and joy, "That's it."

In the next life, hope is no longer an enemy.

The purple branches grew wildly all over the sky as if endless, and drowned all the ghosts in prison clothes. The next second, the city lord jumped over.

The ghost in prison clothes reached out to catch him.

Countless sharp branches, like thousands of arrows, pierced through the bodies of the two of them!

In just a few seconds, the bodies of the two completely disappeared into the void.

**
Ran Ling looked at the real ghost in prison clothes who was thrown out of the purple cage, and was a little surprised.

Surprised it didn't become a funeral object.

The other party was stunned for a while, and met the gaze cast by Shang Ranling, and before he had time to think about what happened just now, he stood behind Ranling at the speed of light.

Dying Ling: "..."

Prisoner Ghost is still very confused.

By the way, where did the mayor go?
Did she kill him?
Then when she left, wouldn't it have a chance to become the boss of the entire secret realm?

And such a good thing?
"Shh!"

The space in front of him was torn apart in vain, a section of white streamer protruded from the head, and then threw a certain will bound to it on the ground mercilessly!