This immortal is a bit fierce

Huang Feng had made his words very clear. Sun Yigui's face was full of depression, and he woke up from unrealistic extravagant hopes.

Qiao Huilan comforted him: "It doesn't matter. In the eyes of the world, I am now a female ghost who is afraid to avoid you, but even so, you still never leave me. Before leaving, I can feel your thoughts for me. I really There are no regrets.”

"But I do!" Sun Yigui was still unwilling to give in and bowed to Huang Feng again, "Please ask the immortal to witness our marriage. I want to marry her."

Before Huang Feng could speak, Qiao Huilan was the first to refuse: "Mr. Sun, don't make trouble. Marrying me would be unlucky for you. It would be inconsistent with etiquette if you don't bow to the court. If anyone knows about it, not only you, but your family will also be accused in the future." Give me some advice on how to establish a foothold in Shulu in the future, but I won’t agree.”

"But……"

Qiao Huilan smiled: "I still remember when we fell in love, you asked me to watch the sunrise together. Facing the rising sun, you put the wreath you secretly made on my head. I can't forget the scene at that time."

Sun Yigui nodded: "Of course I have not forgotten it, and I will never forget it."

Qiao Huilan held his hand: "Then I have only one last request. Just stay here and watch the sunrise with me again."

Sun Yigui pursed his lips hard, held back his tears, and hugged the beloved woman in front of him. However, his hands could not feel the warmth, and his arms were filled with nothingness and coldness.

He finally couldn't hold it back anymore, cried out, and nodded vigorously: "Yes."

"I want to cry too, but I can't seem to shed any tears." Qiao Huilan wiped her eyes gently and said helplessly.

The two of them raised their heads and wanted to thank Huang Feng and Bai Yang again, but found that there was no one in front of them.

"Thank you, Immortal."

The two of them bowed again and again in the direction of no one, held hands, sat on the edge of the cliff, and waited for the sun to rise on the distant horizon and illuminate the magnificent beauty of the earth again.

Unable to help more, Huang Feng didn't want to disturb their last moments, so he took Xiaobai to chase the fortune teller.

On the way, I picked a few wild flowers, woven them into garlands, hung them on paper airplanes, and sent them to the top of the mountain.

Bai Yang looked at his senior brother with eyes filled with admiration.

"What's that look in your eyes?" Huang Feng was amused, "Do you think your senior brother is handsome? But let me remind you, my senior brother is male and prefers girls!"

Bai Yang was childish and said whatever was on his mind: "Senior brother, although you say you are afraid of trouble and always want to hide when something happens, but when you really encounter something, you will always take care of it. You are very gentle!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Huang Feng blushed, "You're right, I have to reflect on it, stop it, and stop meddling in other people's business!"

"lie!"

"Hey, Xiaobai, you dare to talk to your senior brother like that now, you're asking for a beating!"

The two of them chased all the way south, but Huang Feng hadn't lost sight of the fortune teller yet.

While chasing, he couldn't help but think about something more.

There are many taboos in evil cultivation methods, and the training conditions are very harsh. It is normal for monks who take this path to kill people and seize souls for their own selfish desires.

If Qiao Huilan's eight-character destiny is really the key to breakthrough in the technique, then what is there in Shulu that a ghost monk can complete even if he delays for several days and risks missing this soul?

In the past few days, the only big thing that happened in Shulu was that the governor Liu Xuetian was killed!

Huang Feng felt that he had caught a certain thread, but he didn't.

If this matter is really related to Dongshi Town, according to his speculation, there is an adult planning behind Dongshi Town, and this adult is definitely not the fortune teller he just met.

In Dongshi Town, he used the ghost general to cause chaos, intending to open the ghost gate and sacrifice the people of the town to disrupt Southwest Daxia, which shows that this person is very familiar with ghost ways.

As a ghost cultivator, the fortune teller was probably under the control of that adult. When he was about to collect Qiao Huilan's soul, he happened to receive an order to assassinate Liu Xuetian or Wu Langzhong. He did not dare to disobey the order. Had to delay for a few days.

"It seems to make sense!" Huang Feng said to himself.

Bai Yang was very confused when he heard him talking about it: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. I'll catch up with the fortune teller later. Don't rush to kill him. Leave the ones alive. I have something to ask him." Huang Feng warned.

It is not difficult to verify your guess. If you catch the fortune teller, you will know it just by asking.

Seeing that the pursuit was getting closer, Huang Feng suddenly stopped and stopped Bai Yang who was moving forward with his sword.

In the field of view of the paper airplane, at the feet of the fortune teller, a hazy mist gradually appeared.

Huang Feng is clear about the principle of fog generation. It is simply that the water vapor contained in the air reaches saturation. After the temperature of the air close to the ground decreases, the water vapor in the air exceeds the saturated state, and the excess water condenses into tiny water droplets, which are distributed in the air. Fog forms at low altitude.

But the fog that appeared in front of me was not fog at all, but more like steam suddenly pouring out from the ground.

At this time, the advantages of aerial photography were revealed. Huang Feng let the paper plane break into the fog to explore with confidence.

Unfortunately, he thought too well. The paper plane rushed into the thick fog and instantly lost its sense of direction. His spiritual connection with the paper plane also became very weak, and it seemed that it might be severed at any time.

The visibility in the fog was extremely low, but because the fortune teller was vigilant, he did not move, and he did not lose track of him.

The fortune teller had obviously heard about the fog, and there was a bit of annoyance on his face. He probably didn't expect that he would run here in a hurry and bump into this weird fog.

He took out the soul-gathering lamp and looked at the few ghosts inside with distress, but he didn't care too much and released them all in one breath. Some of them were guarding the surroundings and some were exploring the way for him.

However, before these ghosts who were preparing to explore the path dispersed, they suddenly stood still in place, their souls in a trance, becoming as thin as cicada wings, and seemed to be about to collapse at any time.

The fortune teller almost lost the soul-gathering lamp in his hand. He did not try to forcefully control these ghosts. He knew very well that it would be useless.

Not only these ghosts, but as a ghost cultivator, he also felt an extremely powerful soul pressure.

In the mist, there seemed to be wisps of residual souls slowly gathering together, and after a while, their true colors were revealed.

At this time, Huang Feng's spiritual connection with the paper airplane was disconnected, which made him very depressed.

The advancement of aerial photography really needs to be put on the agenda!

Although in the thick fog, this remnant soul is like a transparent shadow, but its sharp teeth and ferocious eyes are all making people tremble.

"Dragon...Dragon soul?" The fortune teller was stunned. It turned out that the legend of Shulu thousands of years ago was true! ?

This remnant soul didn't seem to expect that a ghost cultivator would suddenly send so many ghosts, which was a great benefit to it.

For a moment, the thick fog turned into a dragon's mouth and swept towards the many ghosts and fortune tellers in front of him with the force of a whale.

"No!!!"

Without the ghost, the fortune teller's strength was greatly reduced. His technique of using ghosts to control the souls of the dead was completely ineffective when facing the dragon soul in front of him. After struggling in vain for a moment, he was still swallowed into the dragon's mouth.

Not willing to give in!

"If I had not delayed those two days, collected Qiao Huilan's soul earlier, and achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, maybe I could even take back this dragon soul for my own use."

Die with your eyes open!