Chapter 2415: Just in time (3) Chapter 2415: Just in time (3) The most fatal thing was that the demonic Qi here was even starting to affect Zhang shouyiâs Army.
âThose dark spots are like poison.â
He pointed at some of the soldiers by his side. Their bodies had already been corroded by dark purple spots.
These dark purple spots seemed to be alive, and wherever they went, they caused the ghost spirit soldiers to show painful expressions.
this poison can devour our souls, making us extremely painful and weak âŠ
Zhang shouyiâs voice was trembling when he said this. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of this demonic Qi.
over the past few years, Iâve already lost more than half of my brothers.
It wasnât just his brothers, even he himself had suffered heavy injuries.
The demonic Qi in Shen villa was restored, and evil ghosts and resentful spirits appeared frequently.
Moreover, this place was shrouded in ghost Qi all year round. The ground and houses, which had been fed with the blood of two city massacres, were like monsters that had become spirits and would absorb the power of their souls.
Gradually, even some wandering ghosts were attracted by the dark energy and stopped here to do evil.
Zhang shouyiâs Army was affected by the demonic Qi and had to fight these evil spirits at the same time. As time went on, they gradually couldnât hold on.
the demonic Qi can not only devour us, but also human flesh and blood, as well as the spiritual power and essence of cultivators.
In the past few years, the old Daoist still took the risk to transport the remaining corpses and bones to suppress the demonic Qi.
but the demonic Qi is seeping in too fast. Old Daoist priestâs body is gradually unable to hold on.
His cultivation had stopped improving after he got old, but he still wanted to use his own Ling power cultivation to fulfill his original promise.
In less than two years, his body was getting worse day by day.
âThe last time I came in was half a year ago âŠâ
After Zhang shouyi said this, he secretly glanced at song qingxiaoâs expression.
heâs much older now and canât move as smoothly as before. The evil Qi is devouring his life. When he came, he told me that this might be the last time heâll come.
He stood by the pile of bones for a long time, saying that he was sorry for the undead and that he would have to pay them back in his next life.
Zhang shouyi couldnât even protect himself at that time, so how could he be of help?
When they heard that, they all kept silent.
The old Daoist was a cultivator and had already guessed that his time was near, but he still had some unfinished business.
Just like Zhang shouyi, the human and the ghost were both waiting for the return of a person.
Zhang shouyi was waiting for song qingxiaoâs promise, while the old Daoist was waiting for his âdaughterâ before he died.
âHeâs afraid that he wonât be able to see you again, miss song, so he often tells me about your childhood.â
He regretted sticking to the rules in the past. When song qingxiao called him âfatherâ, he refused to agree.
When he agreed later, she left again.
If he died, song qingxiao would be too regretful to make up for it when she returned.
âThree months ago, his disciple sent a message through a paper crane, saying that his old illness had acted up and he was bedridden.â
For a cultivator to be bedridden, one could only imagine how serious the situation was.
For the past few months, the black fog had sealed off Shen villa and spread over the river. It was similar to the time when Meng fanglanâs soul controlled this place.
The old Daoist had three disciples. The eldest disciple was here, the youngest was missing, and the second disciple was by his side.
However, out of his three disciples, this second discipleâs cultivation was the weakest. He did not have enough mana to send the message into the black mist.
Thus, Zhang shouyi still didnât know how the old Daoist was doing.
Moreover, he was also in a difficult situation. Some of his brothers who had followed him for a hundred years had been corroded by the dark power and turned into evil spirits, while some had their souls scattered and could not reincarnate after death. He himself was also affected badly and was afraid that he could not hold on for long. Thus, he did not have the heart to find out the results.
It was just that Zhang shouyi and the old Daoist had become friends over the years, so he understood the old Daoistâs thoughts and temperament very well.
Based on his premonition, the old Daoist should still be holding on to his last breath.
He had yet to see his eldest disciple, who he had treated like his own son, escape from his predicament. He had yet to see song qingxiao return. He died with his eyes wide open.
âMiss song, youâve come back just in time!â
When he said this, his tone was a little excited. He was happy for the old Daoist and envied the old Daoist for finally getting what he wanted.
It was the happiest thing in the world to see the person you wanted to see before you died.
When song qingxiao heard this, the heavy stone in her heart was finally put down.
Once her thoughts were settled, her expression changed quickly.
From the initial uneasiness, he became much calmer.
Her eyes became sharp and cold, showing her domineering calmness.
With a wave of her hand, a stream of purple Qi turned into the sky splitter and was held in her hand.
The dragonâs roar and the swordâs cry mixed together, forming an unstoppable Kingâs will, breaking through the demonic Qiâs blockade and shooting into the air!
kill Meng fanglan first and save my senior brother. Then, Iâll go to cloud Tiger Mountain and see my master!
Her voice was very soft, but it contained a strong self-confidence and determination.
The sword Qi shot straight into the clouds, and the dragonâs roar resounded through the earth.
This phenomenon triggered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, causing dark clouds to gather in the sky, and a lightning shadow appeared.
The people outside the Shen villa also heard the long hum that sounded like the clashing of golden Spears and looked up.
On the other side of yunhu mountain, an honest-looking old man was sitting on his knees in front of a simple stone bed.
On the stone bed, there was a skinny old Daoist.
The old Daoistâs hair and beard were all white, and his soul was almost scattered. His face was covered in purple-black Qi, and it seemed that his time was not long.
However, the moment the sword Qi revealed its sharpness and the clear dragonâs roar reverberated through the world, the old man who had been unconscious for a long time seemed to have a telepathic connection. His eyelids trembled and tears rolled out of his eyes.
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