Dragon and Tiger Taoist

In the void cloud realm, the sea of ​​clouds is vast and as white as snow, a small vermilion building stands here. There is a gold plaque hanging high at the main entrance, with the words "Red Sleeve Tower" engraved on it, as if it was made in heaven.

The highest floor of Hongxiu Tower is a unique place.

The winding path leads to a quiet place, crossing a wilderness, with criss-crossing roads, and what comes into view are acres and acres of farmland. At this time, the wheat seedlings are green, which looks very pleasing to the eye. There are farmers working in it, and most of them have a smile on their dark faces. , which is the hope for a good harvest in the future.

Behind the vast fertile fields, a small town can be seen vaguely. There are teahouses and restaurants inside, and the streets are full of people. There are vendors selling all kinds of food, acrobatics performers, actors singing on the stage, and urchins playing in the street. It is very It's lively, and the total population is probably no less than 300,000.

Climbing high and looking into the distance, on an embroidered building, through the gap in the gauze curtain blown by the wind, a woman had a panoramic view of the city's fireworks.

She was wearing a red gauze dress with wide sleeves, three thousand hair strands hanging down to her waist, and a red gauze scarf on her face. Her face could not be seen clearly, but her bright eyes seemed to contain autumn water, reflecting everything in the world.

On the embroidery stand in front of the woman is an unfinished piece of embroidery that looks like a picture scroll, in which there are endless red mist, cities, mountains and rivers, men, women and children, monsters and monsters, and a peach blossom garden where the house is not closed at night and the life is prosperous. , there is a wealthy town where material desires are rampant and people's hearts are cunning, there are ghost caves where hundreds of ghosts roam at night and run rampant, and there are also monster mountains where demons dance wildly and the land is filled with poisonous miasma.

There is a beautiful love between a scholar and a fox demon, and there are also tragic scenes of monsters cannibalizing people. The scroll has no beginning or end, and seems to spread endlessly. Most of the characters in the scroll are just vague figures without specific faces. They seem to represent a certain type of existence.

But at this moment, as the woman dropped the last stitch, the red thread passed through, and a lifelike figure appeared on the scroll. It was an ancient elephant with a ghostly aura lingering around it and a body as big as a mountain. It jumped up, as if it was about to break through the sky, and on its back sat a beautiful figure, with its head lowered, holding an oil-paper umbrella, with a touch of silent shyness.

"Live and sleep together, die in the same cave, this may be what love should be like."

Putting down the needle and thread in his hand, he lowered his head and looked at the desolate elephant and the umbrella girl in the painting. The woman's autumn eyes were full of yearning, expectation and shyness, just like a young girl pregnant with spring.

And at this moment, invisible threads connected, waves rippled in the void, and the figure of Qixuan Dragon Lord walked out of it holding a head.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and the woman frowned slightly, her shyness dissipated, and an invisible power naturally emerged.

"Ghost mother!"

Seeing the woman sitting in front of the embroidery frame, who looked like a young girl before leaving the pavilion, all her unruliness restrained, Qixuan Longjun bowed and saluted, because he was very aware of the terror of the woman in front of him.

"You did well this time. You can go to the sixth floor of Hongxiu Tower to practice and strive to break through the nine thousand years of cultivation as soon as possible."

After taking a look at the head with blood stains that had not yet solidified, the ghost mother spoke.

Hearing this, Qixuan Longjun's eyes flashed with joy.

Transformed into a ghost, its bones are still only average. The reason why it has six thousand years of cultivation upon birth is entirely because it absorbed the power of its previous life.

And the reason why it was able to raise its cultivation level to 8,700 years in such a short period of time, in addition to its heritage in its previous life, was because it joined the Red Mansion.

The ghost mother's methods are unpredictable, and this Red Sleeve Tower is a natural treasure with all kinds of magical powers that can help one's cultivation.

"Thank you Ghost Mother."

Handing over Zhao Kuncheng's frozen head, Qixuan Dragon Lord sincerely worshiped him.

When it joined the Red Mansion, it was involuntarily and had no choice at all, but now it feels a little lucky in its heart.

Seeing such a scene, as the ghost mother's thoughts turned, the red threads dropped down, binding Zhao Kuncheng's head, and sent him to the high sky, where there was a net woven with red threads, covering the sky , hanging heads one after another.

Seeing that there was one more item in her collection, the ghost mother showed a happy smile on her face, like a little girl who had eaten candy, pure and beautiful.

"Ghost Mother, why did you secretly pass the news that Yingwei was trapped to the underworld? And also asked me to stop Zhao Kuncheng? Wouldn't it be better to just let him kill the people in the underworld? Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Zhao family Maybe we can catch the ghost master and kill him completely."

Feeling the joyful aura rippling from the ghost mother's body, he hesitated for a moment before Qixuan Longjun asked the doubts in his heart.

The Red Mansion is very low-key. This time, the ghost mother asked Zhao Kuncheng, the Supreme Elder of the Zhao family, to kill Zhao Kuncheng, which was a bit beyond its expectations. Moreover, although they are both ghost forces, the relationship between the underworld and the Red Mansion is actually not that good. , the ghost mother has absolutely no reason to help the underworld at this moment.

"The people of Hades have been destroyed."

Casting her gaze at Qixuan Longjun, the ghost mother spoke like a clear spring.

Hearing this, Qixuan Longjun showed an expression of surprise that could not be concealed on his face.

Having dealt with the underworld, it still has some understanding of the Barbarian Elephant. Although it is conceited, it has to admit that it is most likely not the opponent of the Barbarian Elephant at the same level.

According to its original expectations, after it blocked Zhao Kuncheng, Manxiang and others should be able to successfully rescue Yingwei, causing the Dali Dynasty to suffer a big loss.

"The ghost master shouldn't die, at least he shouldn't die now, let alone in the hands of the Zhao family."

In a good mood, the ghost mother gave further answers.

When she said this, she stretched out her white jade palms and gently touched the picture scroll in front of her. This picture scroll included everything in the world, including hundreds of people and hundreds of monsters. Generally speaking, it was complete, but there were still two There is a very conspicuous blank space, waiting to be filled in later.

Hearing this, Qixuan Longjun was thoughtful.

There were originally four well-known forces among ghosts, namely the Red Mansion, the Underworld, the Ghost King Palace and Qianhun Mountain. However, now, the Ghost King Palace has been destroyed.

If the underworld is destroyed again, then even if Red Mansion keeps a low profile, it may be targeted by all forces. After all, humans and ghosts are naturally on opposite sides.

As long as the ghost master does not die, most of the attention of the Dali Dynasty will be focused on it, which is good for Honglou, but Qixuan Longjun feels that the ghost mother has more than that.

Of course, although there were still doubts in his heart, Qixuan Longjun had no intention of continuing to ask, and at this time the ghost mother's sweet voice sounded again.

"This era is turbulent. Compared with the past, you are more likely to become the Demon King now. Go down and practice hard!"

Sensing something, the ghost mother's expression changed slightly.

Hearing this, Qixuan Dragon Lord bowed in response. He had wanted to leave for a long time. The sweet and human smell that filled the city really made it a little uncomfortable. He could only look at it but not eat it, because these were forbidden by the ghost mother.

Just like cultivating an orchard, except for some special moments, the ghost mother will pick out some sweet fruits for the ghosts to have a taste of. Normally ghosts cannot touch these humans, but Qixuan Longjun has to admit that the humans here are far better than The sweetness of the outside world.

Gulu, suppress the greed in your heart and let the power of the Ghost Mother fall. The figure of Qixuan Dragon Lord gradually fades away. This world is shrouded in an invisible net. Only by relying on the power of the Ghost Mother can it enter and leave here.