My Master is Lin Zhengying

More importantly, the plan to destroy the altar this time may also fail early.

Nan Chen saw Qiu Sheng's anxiety, but didn't know how to comfort him.

Perhaps in Uncle Jiu's eyes, humans and ghosts go their separate ways.

But after Nanchen met Xiaoyu, he also felt that ghosts had feelings.

It's just that there can't be skin-to-skin contact.

"Qiu Sheng, calm down.

Everything has its own set. "

But Qiusheng's fiery eyes and impulsive personality made him lose his mind for a while.

About to stand up again:

"No, I have to save her!"

Seeing that Qiu Sheng was so excited, Uncle Jiu pushed him back to his seat.

His face is dignified:

"Qiu Sheng, calm down, the overall situation is the most important thing."

"But master.

Me, I have skin-to-skin relationship with Xiaoyun.

Now, I can't just watch her die! "

Qiusheng was very excited and anxious.

Fortunately, the surrounding monsters only pay attention to the battle on the high platform.

Otherwise, the actions here would easily be suspected by the demons of the Qijue Sect.

Uncle Jiu stared at his big apprentice, with complicated emotions in his heart.

He also thought of his little junior sister, a relationship between a human and a ghost that he experienced when he was young.

Without waiting for Uncle Jiu to continue speaking.

Nan Chen found the three corpses standing next to him on the high platform.

But he waved his hand.

The four iron chains on the two big pillars beside the high platform flew towards the four-handed monster with a "swish, swish, swish".

Finally, there were four "clicks", and the four-handed monster was locked again.

And to recycle.

The four-handed monster's arm was locked, and the iron chain was recovered.

He was pulled back directly.

The hand that grabbed Xiaoyun's neck also let go.

Xiaoyun's soul power was sucked out, and he was dying, as if his soul would fly away at any moment.

Lying on the ground, motionless.

"Brother, there is no need to save. The four-handed monster let go of Xiao Yun."

Nan Chen hastily reminded.

Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu were talking when they heard Nan Chen speak.

Looking towards the high platform.

Sure enough, the four-handed monster was locked again.

Xiaoyun, just lay on the ground like that.

"Xiao, Xiaoyun..."

Qiu Sheng's eyes flickered, and his body was trembling.

Qiusheng was really moved with genuine affection for this female ghost.

"Elder Three Corpses, what are you doing?"

"Three corpses, why don't the four-handed monster suck this female ghost to death?"

"Why did it stop?"

"..."

The Three Corpses Yaodao heard these inquiries, but did not answer.

Instead, he waved his hand.

A few ghost cultivators floated over and dragged Xiao Yun who was lying on the ground away from the high platform, not knowing where he went.

At the same time, I heard the three corpses say:

"Hehehe, this female ghost can't die.