Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

What he saw was a bright light like the bright sun, but when Lu Yun was in it, the first thing she felt was the coldness under the faint glacier.

Compared with the three thousand barren land where no grass grows in the rest of the ghosts and myths, the scenery in the ghost king's palace is absolutely beautiful.

In the flower-like garden, groups of black shadows are swimming, and those shadows pull out different shapes to form countless ghosts and monsters.

A cold feeling that can freeze one's soul permeates the Ghost King's Palace, and there are many weird things wherever he passes.

Hundred ghosts at night, but that's all.

Following the black shadow flow, Lu Yun followed the footsteps of these ghosts and walked step by step in a certain direction.

She held a lamp in her hand, and the light illuminated the path under her feet.

She could see some power reviving under the dark stone slabs.

And the blood moon above the head, getting closer to them, the magnified moon occupies all the field of vision, and the distance is within reach, which makes people's blood boil.

The blood in the body, under the light of the blood moon, seemed to be intensified, showing a different kind of liveliness, which made Lu Yun have an abnormal urge to vent.

A trace of ghost energy was extracted from these ghosts and gathered towards where Geng was heading.

According to the ghost tribe, there is a Styx River there, and the ghost tribe's newborn will be born in the Styx River.

There was a certain silence in the long line.

In this environment where only the sound of footsteps remained, Lu Yun felt some special and familiar power.

From the ghost clan of Granny Ghost.

The other party really came, but there are too many ghosts here, and Lu Yun will not be able to lock all the ghosts over there for a while.

This castle is majestic and tall. As you can see from looking up, the cold and hard dragon crystal has created a stalwart body, solidified into a big mountain, standing in this eternal dark night.

The team was still approaching the Styx River, but it didn't take long before Lu Yun saw a dark river.

The water flowed so fast that it was difficult to measure the depth. As soon as the spiritual consciousness came into contact with the water, it was easily swallowed. The tingling pain in her mind made Lu Yun dare not continue to explore.

This river of Styx, with nowhere to go and nowhere to go, runs through the entire castle, and in it flows the severe coldness from hell.

One by one, the ghosts walked towards the River Styx.

Their physical strength resonated with Styx, and Lu Yun couldn't see the process.

What she could see was that the red mist sprinkled by the blood moon above her head fell into the Styx River, covering it with a layer of enchanting tulle.

And under the veil, things similar to embryos are being born.

In the light red film, a dark liquid flows, and the liquid is hugging a small ghost baby.

The whole process is quick.

The Blood Moon Sacrifice is a ceremony that all the ghost races are eager to participate in, but the ghost race that can participate does not mean that they all want to have a new offspring.

Only in front of the ghost clan that resonates with the Styx will new embryos appear.

They stood on the edge of the river bank, looking down at the young lives below, with a joy and tenderness that should not belong to the ghost tribe.

The embryo is still gestating and cannot meet the standard of being born in the world.

While waiting, the collision happened so suddenly.

In an instant, the battle spread to a large area, and some ghosts watching the theater were forced to get involved.

There was age and anger that could not be ignored in the loud scolding.

"You traitors!"

On the bank of the River Styx, the old ghost woman on crutches had a face full of hatred. She looked at the ghosts opposite and her fingers were trembling.

"Why did you betray our king!"

During the harsh interrogation, an old voice also responded to her.

Grandpa Ghost stood with his waist bent and his hands behind his back, looking at Granny Ghost with nostalgia in his eyes.

"Ah Hua, the ghost king died a long time ago, what exists now is just a body and a shattered soul."

"Even if you forcibly fill up the soul, what comes back will not be the original Ghost King, but just a puppet."

"Ah Hua, let go of the past, stop being obsessed with obsession, as long as a new king is born, everything will start again."

Grandma Ahua, who was obsessed with the past, listened to this advice as if she had heard some big joke.

"Ghost grass, don't forget who gave you your life."

"The king has returned."

"A traitor like you doesn't deserve to stay by the king's side."

Granny Ah Hua's tone was very cold, even in the face of her former companion and partner, she was still cold and hard.

"Why bother?"

Grandpa Ah Cao sighed softly, his body was exhausted, he turned around and walked outside.

He has not participated in this war for a long time. He came, just as he said to those little human race guys, just to see his past partner.

"Ghost grass, what do you want to do?"

Granny Ahua roared and waved, and the ghost tribe behind her couldn't wait to step forward to slaughter her fellow tribesmen.

The other side naturally gave a strong counterattack.

Faced with the love and hatred among the ghost clan, Lu Yun quickly found Miao Ruoling and others.

They didn't evade, but followed the deal at that time, stood on Grandpa Ghost's side, and launched an attack on the other party.

Renxiu's intervention undoubtedly broke the peace between the two parties over the years.

In the rage that reached the sky, several figures appeared next to Granny Ghost, all of whom were human cultivators.

Unlike Miao Ruoling and others, these Xiu were obviously prisoners and became bargaining chips in negotiations.

"If you don't want them to die, you all stop for me."

The so-called you, of course, refers to Lu Yun's Renxiu.

Looking at his companions, Elder Jin raised his hand to signal to suspend the attack.

Lu Yun allowed her body to be submerged in the wave of ghosts and carefully observed her surroundings.

When she came to the ghost king's hall, she hadn't found any trace of Meng Lin. The other party was revived by the "ghost king", so when the ghost king in her heart was born, the other party could not sit still and wait for death.

Her gaze slowly shifted from the fighting ghosts to the Styx, which was temporarily ignored.

Over the Styx River, the red mist is like a dream.

The gloomy river and the endless tide could not take away those embryos, and the embryos floating in it grew up in the Styx with a firm posture.

What they absorbed was the energy of the Styx.

And in the Styx River, all the negative emotions in the world are carried.

Intense hatred, scorching anger, roaring hatred...

And the ghost clan born in these emotions is nourished by these things, and it is indeed difficult to coexist peacefully with human beings.

Under Lu Yun's gaze, a figure appeared beside Styx.

That's... Meng Lin.

Lu Yun moved his mind and was about to pass, but there was a ghost race faster than him.

It's Aran.

Demented A Ran walked towards Meng Lin as if he couldn't see the fiery battlefield behind him.

He reached out and grabbed the other person's arm, easily and quickly.

He said, "You're here."

It's not a question, but a flat narrative without any fluctuations.

Meng Lin turned his head, and the fiery and strange lines occupied half of his cheeks, adding a bit of strangeness to that cold and hard face. (end of this chapter)