Juan Wang and his wife are also acting affectionately today

Lin Rufeng's eyes turned red, and he shouted, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"You're going to die like this!"

Xiang Zhihan, who was muttering to himself, heard Lin Rufeng's voice, he hurriedly raised his head, a gleam flashed across his shattered eyes, "Junior Brother Lin! Junior Brother Lin! Tell me quickly, if I used it wrong, why? There is no wanwan soul."

Lin Rufeng glanced at the blue light in his hand, and said with difficulty, "Brother, you didn't use it wrong."

Xiang Zhihan's eyes were shattered, like a high-quality spar was thrown from a high altitude, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

"Then... where's the soul of the night?"

Lin Rufeng couldn't bear to tell him the cruel truth, maybe he knew it too, but he just didn't want to believe it.

Ghosts are afraid of thunder and lightning. Even a hundred-year-old ghost cultivator would only dare to hide deep underground when encountering a thunderstorm, for fear of being knocked out of his wits.

Jiang Buwan is just a new soul who just died, fragile and helpless, not to mention thunder and lightning, just a gust of wind can blow her soul away, not to mention the thunder of the monk who has experienced a lot of calamities.

How could her soul survive, I'm afraid she had already been chopped to pieces.

"Brother, you go through the tribulation first, and I will help you find sister-in-law's soul."

Xiang Zhihan didn't seem to be able to hear Lin Rufeng's voice, he looked back at Jiang Buwan's face, and carefully wiped off the blood on her body.

He did it wrong again.

He thought his plan was infallible.

He thought he could kill her and bring her back to life.

But things backfired, he didn't do it, he couldn't even find her soul.

If he can't even save a single person, how can he save the common people?
Xiang Zhihan had never felt such a strong setback as at this moment, and the feeling of powerlessness made him unable to lift his head.

It turned out that he was not the omnipotent Xiang Zhihan, it turned out that his strength was so weak.

He leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, and streaks of purple lightning struck his back, thick and dense like the mouth of a bowl, like a huge power grid dropped from the sky, connecting the two of them, no, one and the other. Corpse, net in it.

Xiang Zhihan raised his head, stroking her face with pale hands, "Wanwan, wait for me."

"I will definitely bring you back."

Xiang Zhihan picked up the sword he had just stabbed through Jiang Buwan from the ground, and there was still Jiang Buwan's blood on the sword.

He stood up slowly, looked back at the sky, and cut the sky with his sword.

His majestic sword intent and cold sword energy met the sky thunder, and the sword energy turned into a white dragon strong enough to shake the heaven and the earth, smashed away the sky thunder in front of him, and shot straight into the sky.

In the air, Bailong confronted Tianlei, and it was hard to tell the winner for a long time. In the end, Tianlei was defeated and disappeared in the clouds.

The dark clouds above the head dissipated, and the sky was full of sunshine for a while, and there seemed to be fairy music coming from the clouds.

Lin Rufeng was overjoyed, "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Xiang! You're done! You're done!"

For so many years, he thought that no one would ascend again.

Xiang Zhihan's expression was calm, he didn't even glance at the glow in the sky, "Junior Brother Lin, help me take care of Wanwan's body, don't let her rot."

Lin Rufeng felt a little bad in his heart, his smile froze on his face, and he asked cautiously, "Senior brother, what are you going to do?"

Xiang Zhihan said the impossible thing in an extremely serious tone, "I'm going to find Wanwan's soul."

The impact of this incident is like a person who is dead, but that person insists that she is alive.

This kind of person, the public has a unified saying that they are too sad and crazy.

"Senior Brother Xiang, where are you going to find Wan Wan's soul?! She is dead, and there is no such person anymore in Shangqiongbi and Huangquan!"

"I don't believe it." Xiang Zhihan said, "I will definitely find her. After the death of a mortal, the soul will go to the Netherworld. I will go to the Netherworld to find her."

Lin Rufeng widened his eyes, pointed to the sky, and said, "The Dao of Feisheng is right in front of you, and you just gave up? This is your lifelong obsession."

Xiang Zhihan looked at Jiang Buwan who was on the ground with tender eyes, "If I can't save even one person, what's the use of ascension?"

If it wasn't for the fact that the Netherworld was too dangerous, even he wasn't sure, and he definitely wouldn't leave the body to Lin Rufeng for safekeeping.

"Junior Brother Lin, help me take care of Wanwan's body."

After he finished speaking, he raised his sleeves and disappeared in front of Lin Rufeng.

He has passed through the thunder calamity now. Although he has not ascended, he is already a half-immortal.

So if he wants to leave, no one in the lower realm can stop him, and no one can follow him up.

Lin Rufeng could only watch the background where Xiang Zhihan left. He stared for a while, then turned his gaze to Jiang Buwan who was on the ground.

With a long sigh, what is this?

In the ghost world, the living are not allowed to enter, not even monks.

It is recorded in ancient books that throughout the ages, there are no more than three people who have successfully returned from the Netherworld alive, and these three were seriously injured after returning from the Netherworld, and even one of them was tortured by ghost energy before half a year. Take the human form and drive the crane west.

Although Xiang Zhihan is now a half-immortal body, in the eyes of these ghosts, he is a big snack for walking.

Countless ghosts rushed up, intending to bite off a piece of his body.

"Half Immortal, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"The flesh of a half-immortal is a great tonic."

Xiang Zhihan wiped out all the ghosts with his sword, grabbed one of them, and asked coldly, "Say, where will all the new ghosts go?"

"There." The wronged ghost raised his hand tremblingly and said, "Fengdu, the new ghosts are all there."

Hearing the words, Xiang Zhihan walked towards Fengdu, thousands of ghosts along the way, all intending to bite off a piece of his flesh.

Although he is strong, but this is the nether world, there is only ghost energy, but no spiritual energy.

His aura will always be exhausted one day, and when his aura is exhausted, all ghosts will surge up to devour his flesh and blood.

In the spooky ghost town, a friar in white was followed by a long line of evil spirits. Their green eyes stared at him viciously, like a pack of wolves waiting for their prey to die.

Xiang Zhihan turned a blind eye and walked towards Fengdu alone.

Since then, there has been a strange person in Naihe Bridge in the Netherworld.

He was surrounded by thousands of evil spirits, but he asked everyone if he saw his wife.

There were evil spirits who deceived him, and he believed it.

Even if it is a trap, he will fall into it.

After several trips, he was already bruised, but he still stood on the Naihe Bridge and asked about his wife's whereabouts.

Such infatuation, even the passing ghosts couldn't help but be moved by him.

"What? Xiang Zhihan went to the Netherworld?" Lin Zongzhu jumped three feet high, "The Netherworld is not a place that ordinary people can go to!"

"Didn't he go there to seek death?"

Sect Master Lin was in a hurry, "What should we do? Now that the cold is gone, and strange things happen frequently in the world of cultivating immortals, how can we deal with it?"

Lin Rufeng looked cold, and replied, "Sect Master Lin, without senior brother Xiang, are we going to die?"

Sect Master Lin knew Lin Rufeng's unrestrained and romantic temperament, and was immediately shocked by his serious appearance.

He promised for a long time, and said, "What do you mean?"