Today I hold the world

The Huaihe ghost market has always been managed by the Wang family, and every time the market opens, it makes huge profits.

The space where the ghost city is located is solidly built by practitioners of Yuanying or above. It is rumored that the space of Huaihe Ghost City is much stronger than the mountain gates of the Wang family and Changsumen. Generally, it will collapse easily.

This is considered a big event, and the first thing that Zhong Ziyan thought of was Meng Wa, who lived in the ghost city for a long time. That little girl took a place in his heart at some point.

"Who sent this news? When did it happen?" Zhong Ziyan asked hurriedly.

Tao Hanting took out a piece of refined wooden flute. He said it was a piccolo, but it looked alike. In fact, it was called a 'bee bell'. It was used for communication, and each bee bell had a different shape. The batch he bought at the beginning belonged to The one Tao Hanting is holding is the most beautiful.

Tao Hanting drove the piccolo with luck with two fingers, and the golden lines appeared. Jian Yong's voice sounded, and he was talking about the collapse of the ghost market just now.

Not long after it happened, it was reported from the largest teahouse in Shanghe City, and the real Yuanguang Liuying testified. The specific location was Hu'ergang among the rolling hills in the upper reaches of the Huaiyin River.

Although Zhong Ziyan's eyes were calm, there were waves in his heart. According to Jian Yong's report, the entire ghost market space collapsed, and the blood inside it was obviously cleansed by someone. The news spread to various forces as soon as the accident happened. The Wang family must have faced a formidable enemy.

After pondering for a while, Zhong Ziyan walked back and forth for two steps, and said to Tao Hanting seriously: "Go invite Brother Jiang, I want to go out to the mountain gate with him."

Tao Hanting paused for a while, and seeing Zhong Ziyan lost in thought again, he turned and left.

After waiting for a while, Gou Youwei couldn't help asking, "Master, it's dangerous to go out of the mountain at this time, is it because of the ghost market?"

Zhong Ziyan frowned and nodded.

"But the collapse of the ghost city has nothing to do with my sect?" Gou Youwei was very puzzled.

The hall was quiet and silent for a while, Zhong Ziyan's pacing footsteps sounded again and again, Gou Youwei observed the unchanged face of the head master, there was a little worry in those eyes, and he seemed to be struggling with something.

After a long time, the footsteps in the hall stopped.

"In the ghost market, there is a little friend of mine. You have to go and have a look to feel at ease."

After Zhong Ziyan responded clearly, he stepped out of the palace door, the waves in his heart turned into sighs, "The world is impermanent, I hope that child can escape this disaster." '

******

On the cloud, two Nascent Souls from Leiyin Temple chat happily.

Monk Wuhua pointed to the Huergang under the sky, and laughed happily as if watching a play, and said:

"Senior Brother Lan Ruo, look, you lost, you bet just now that you will survive, how can you find half a chance of survival now, this little Jindan surnamed Guo is ruthless and decisive, he is worthy of being cultivated from that place."

Lan Ruoseng clasped his hands together, smiled without saying a word, and kept staring at the fast-healing spatial crack in Huergang.

Seeing that Lan Ruoseng didn't answer his words, Wuhua's self-confidence that he was sure of winning gradually disappeared, and after a while, he let out a 'huh'.

"There is still such a method. The Frost Freezer cuts off the vitality, and the blood shield technique and the concentration technique are used at the same time, which allows these two people to escape, but..."

Wuhua looked under the clouds, on the small hill grave not far from Huergang, an old man with gray hair and a withered face just broke open the freezer, and the little girl inside cried and hugged the old man.

As a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, I didn't bother to listen to the farewell of two ants, but suddenly I was interested, so it didn't hurt to listen.

Wuhua was going to bet with Lan Ruoseng on what the two said next, but Lan Ruoseng ignored him.

On Xiaoqiu's grave, Leng Qi's whole body was icy cold, his muscles were atrophied, his lifespan was about to end, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, his eyes were no longer as cold and poisonous as before when facing anyone, but It is a little bit of relief and guilt.

Meng Wa knelt down with tears streaming down his face, "Grandpa Leng, don't leave Little Frog~"

Although the dry and hoarse voice was deep and weak, he did speak with a smile, and touched Meng Wa's head with his cold and cold hands, "Frog, don't cry, from now on, you have to take care of yourself, you Grandpa Leng, I will watch you grow up in the sky~"

Meng Wa burst into tears and shook her head frantically, "I don't want it, you are all liars, grandpa is like this, so are you, woo woo woo..."

With great difficulty, Leng Qi took out a white jade hairpin from his ashen hair, shivered and handed it to Meng Wa, holding it tightly with the remaining strength, and swallowed half a breath:

"This [Frost Hairpin] contains my whole life's cultivation experience, you can select and choose to practice according to it."

As the breath became weaker and weaker, Leng Qi's eyes slowly closed, and finally he said in a low voice:

"Live well..."

Leng Qi's eyelids were closed, his eyes lost their spirits, Meng Wa sobbed and hugged the corpse that had turned into an ice sculpture.

There are so many orphans in this world, and now there is one more.In the eyes of heaven and earth, it is not worth mentioning.

On the cloud, Wu Hua and Lan Ruo monk were not happy or angry, and they didn't have any feelings. They have lived for thousands of years, and they have seen countless lives and deaths. They don't involve themselves, so they don't have any superfluous emotions.

"Brother, let's make another bet. What do you think the group of villains who will go to that girl's side will do?"

Lan Ruoseng still ignored Wuhua, but just read a piece of Sanskrit from his mouth. The Sanskrit turned into golden light and illuminated the cracks in the ghost city space that Huergang was about to suture. leave traces.

******

In the early morning three days later, Zhong Ziyan, dressed in a black and white black robe, drove a first-order flying spirit boat, and came to Huergang with Jiang Yuzhou.

There is no bloody atmosphere here, there is no human habitation, birds and animals are extinct, and traces of explosions can be seen everywhere, but it is not as serious as imagined. After all, it is the space where the ghost city is that collapsed, not this world.

Zhong Ziyan searched around, his expression of worry turned into panic, and he saw Leng Qi's withered corpse on an unknown hill grave.