Lord Xie Wang's Peerless First Love

Qiu Xu took Qian Wu to avoid the crowd, came to a secluded place outside the city, and then began to summon the gate of hell to return to the Nether Realm, but failed several times.

Qiu Xu looked at his hands in disbelief, and said angrily, "What's going on? It's a hell."

Qian Wu stood aside and said lightly: "This kind of rude and vulgar words are not suitable for your... identity."

Qiu Xu stopped to rest, and wondered: "Although the ghosts come to the world, their spiritual power is only one-tenth of the real one, but it is not impossible to summon the gate of hell. You can't open your own gate even though you have the key. Such a low-level mistake is simply outrageous. If this is the case, wouldn't the world become a hell where my ghost clan never returns?"

Leaning against a big tree with his back, Qianwu lightly brushed the hair falling from his face, and said jokingly: "It seems that the reason why I haven't improved in the past 500 years is not because of me."

Qiu Xu couldn't be as calm as Qian Wu, and his face was covered with dark lines when he heard the words.But the facts are in front of him, Qiu Xu is not a person who likes to argue, so he bit the bullet and asked in a low voice: "How did you go back ten years ago?"

Qianwu said triumphantly: "That is the advantage of being a member of the royal family, even if the spiritual power is only one-tenth, it is invincible in the world."

Qiu Xu regretted asking such a stupid question.

But suddenly thought of one thing, and said with interest: "Your only advantage is this peerless but useless beauty, right? After all, the world is really full of superficial and lustful idiots, regardless of their high or low status. The same. Seeing a pretty face, I forget who I am, ha~ It's not difficult to understand why the same Ghost Slayer, when he sees me, shoots twelve spiritual arrows without mercy. But look When it came to you, it was replaced with candied haws. I really don’t understand, although the appearance of the nobles is inferior to that of the royal family, they are still first-class in appearance, but why are they treated so differently?”

When Qianwu heard this, the smile on his face froze in an instant, and he stretched out his hand suddenly, with five fingers stretched to point at Qixu.

There was silence in the forest for a moment, during this moment, nothing happened except for a gust of wind when Qianwu's sleeves were waving.

"..."

Qiu Xu said: "You still don't seem to have a deep understanding of the meaning of 'spirit, strength, exhaustion, and loss'..." The tone was light, but full of helplessness and ridicule.

Qian Wu put down his hand in embarrassment, thinking of the broken candied haws, suddenly asked: "Is the Ghost Slayer very low?"

Qiu Xu resolutely said: "Of course!" Then, he explained the reason: "Ghost Slayer is the mortal enemy of our clan, and his soul is the seventh soul in the Nether Realm that is even lower than the lowest human wandering ghost." Wait—maggot ghosts. That is the existence that our people hate and despise the most. If any ghost-slaying master falls into our hands, we will definitely peel his skin, cramp it, deep-fry it, and make him die on the 72nd floor of the Abyss of Sin In purgatory, tormented day and night will never be reborn!"

When Qiu Xu spoke, he clenched his fists, as if he really held the soul of a ghost-slayer in his hands.

Qian Wudao: "Oh? But why have I never seen a maggot ghost?"

Qiu Xu said: "That's natural. People who have killed countless ghosts in their lives, will they come back to be ghosts after death? I heard that when Master Slaying Ghosts was apprenticed to his master, he combined his soul and body into one." .When a person dies, his soul flies away."

Qian Wudao: "But that ghost-slaying master just now doesn't seem to be living a very low life."

Qiu Xu snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Ghost Slayer is very famous in the world. All the glory is obtained by killing my family. Humans are proud of killing our family, ah, it is extremely abominable Ghost Slayer is completely supported by the royal family and obeys the emperor alone. His status is noble, he is really under one person and above ten thousand people. Compared with those princes and princes, his status is three points higher, and he is regarded as a guardian god by the people of the world It’s just that to be a ghost slayer, talent is very important, so so far, all the ghost slayers on Jiling Mountain are only a few hundred people.”

Qian Wu smiled slightly, and said: "Even an old enemy like a reminder, didn't he become my protector today?" There was a bit of self-deprecating in the laughter.

Qiu Xu rested enough, and summoned again, the result was still the same, the sky in front of him remained unchanged, and the gate of hell was still nowhere to be seen.

Qiu Xu's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized something, and said uneasy: "It seems that someone has detected your whereabouts and tampered with the gate of hell. But how could it be? You came to the world suddenly this time, really It was an accident, and only I know about it. Who got the news and took the opportunity to harm you?"

Qian Wudao: "Shouldn't there be that man? Without his permission, how did you get out of the Nether Realm with a sinful body?"

Qiu Xu said firmly: "It will never be Lord Mingjun!"

Qian Wu looked at the bright moon and sparse stars hanging high in the night, smiled faintly, and said: "Be safe and don't be impatient. However, if I die here tonight, you just have a glorious reason to die."

Qiu Xu said: "Don't make such an ominous joke!"

Before he finished speaking, dark clouds suddenly rose above his head, and there was a sudden gust of wind in the forest.Countless white-faced ghosts suddenly appeared all around.

White-faced ghosts, that is, unidentified world ghosts and official ghosts.The ghosts of the world are like generals, and the ghosts of officials are like soldiers. They are raised by higher-level ghosts, or by people with stronger mana at the same level.Strip off the facial features and erase the appearance, so as to hide the identity and carry out ulterior actions such as assassination.

For ghosts born in the Nether Realm, the level of spiritual power is the same as the beauty and ugliness of appearance, which is determined at the moment of birth.The more noble the birth, the stronger the spiritual power, and the more beautiful the appearance.

The gap between low-level wandering ghosts and high-level nobles can be described as the difference between clouds and mud.

As for the members of the royal family, they possess amazing spiritual power and peerless beauty, and they are existences that make all ghosts envy, love, envy and hate.

The Shangyuan Festival in the leap year is a rare event, only once in hundreds of years.On this day, the heirs of the royal family lost all their spiritual power. For those unpredictable clans with evil intentions, this was a golden opportunity not to be missed.

When Qiu Xu saw the white-faced ghost, he was about to protect Qianwu behind him. Facing a large number of white-faced ghosts, Qiu Xu knew very well that although he had the advantage of level oppression, he was outnumbered, and he had no chance of winning no matter what. .

This is the fact in front of me, but it is my duty to protect Qianwu's safety. More precisely, even if I don't have this duty, I will swear to protect him to the death.

Qiu Xu clenched his fists tightly, staring firmly at the approaching white-faced ghosts, and suddenly shouted angrily, as if looking at death as if at home.

But when the white-faced ghosts surrounded him, Qiu Xu ruthlessly tore up the few people in front of him to make a passage, pulled Qian Wu, turned around decisively, and then ran away desperately.

Qian Wu was greatly disappointed and said: "This is not like you, it would be disrespectful to run away."

Qiu Xu shouted without looking back: "What is the identity? That kind of thing no longer belongs to me as early as 500 years ago."

A sharp roar came from behind him as abruptly as piercing the eardrum, and a shadow clearly visible on the ground was rushing from behind.Seeing the situation, Qiu Xu pulled Qianwu's arm forward and then pushed hard, throwing Qianwu several feet away.And he was scratched by the white-faced ghost's ten sharp needle-like nails and pierced his sternum.

Qian Wu got up and saw Qiu Xu who was besieged, and ran back without hesitation.

While resisting desperately, Qiu Xu shouted hoarsely: "Who told you to run back! You idiot! Take care of yourself!" Before he finished speaking, he was coaxed and overwhelmed to the ground by a group of white-faced ghosts who followed after him.

Qianwu looked at Qiu Xu, who was in deep crisis, and exclaimed: "Fushan!!"

There were screams and screams that resounded through the night sky.

But it's not Qiu Xu's.

In the dimness, a blue rain of spiritual power is flying from all directions, bows and arrows, sickles, darts... all kinds of weapons are shining brightly like a shower of hail hitting the ground , piercing the white-faced ghost's head and heart.

While Qianwu was surprised, suddenly a powerful hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him aside, avoiding the spiritual knife marks flying past on the other side.

Qian Wu turned his head, only seeing He Liancheng's side face.

But this glance, even though it was a hasty glance, fully captured the murderous intent and anger in Heliancheng's eyes.

Looking at the back of He Liancheng who rushed back into the killing circle after saving himself, Qianwu wondered: He clearly hates evil spirits to the extreme, but why did he save me?

In an instant, more than a dozen ghost-slaying masters dressed in ghost-slaying costumes with the word "Witch" came almost at the same time.

Midnight came quietly, and the night of the Shangyuan Festival ended in a bloody fight and the wailing of evil spirits.

Qianwu felt the innate powerful spiritual power of the Xiewang family, which was reviving and burning in his body at this moment, boiling the blood in his whole body, filling every cell.

Qianwu could even clearly feel the light breath flowing silently and quickly in his blood, expanding.

Suddenly, Qianwu let out a loud roar, and the spiritual power in his body surged and transpired like a volcanic eruption, like a powerful hurricane circle, sweeping across the entire mountain forest.

Wherever the wind circle went, the white-faced ghost turned into a pile of ashes before it even let out its last scream of "ah" before it died.

When everyone was astonished, the dark clouds in the mountains and forests gradually dissipated, and the moonlight shrouded the earth again.With the bright moonlight falling all over the sky, everyone finally saw clearly, the person who shattered the mountain of white-faced ghosts with a single shout.

Qianwu's eyes were red, and thousands of silver hairs floated behind him like the Milky Way falling in the sky, complementing the black clothes and black boots.

He Liancheng stared at the pure obsidian-like black light on the soul ring, dumbfounded and speechless.

This is the first time in ten years since I became a ghost slayer, I saw the black light of the soul ring with my own eyes. Before that, I only read in ancient books that black is the color of the royal family of the ghost clan.

The innate strength possessed by the aristocratic royal family is by no means something they can resist. The only person who can fight against it is the rumored Fifth Elder of Ji Lingshan.

There was a sudden silence in the forest, and all the Ghost Slayer masters realized the same problem, and they all stood there in shock.

He Liancheng's eyes widened, he instinctively pulled the crescent moon bow in his hand, pointed at Qianwu, and asked, "Black...light...who are you?"

Qianwu recovered his spiritual power, and the cold arrogance of the royal family also revived. At this moment, he looked at the ghost-slaying masters in front of him without fear, and said in a low and deep voice: "Qianwu, the evil king Qianwu." An emotional and indifferent voice pierced through the eardrums and hit the heart directly.

He Liancheng frowned tightly and asked, "Who is the evil king Yanqian?"

Qian Wu dismissively said: "Oh? That man? Heh, it's just a dying person who will be replaced by me."

With a whoosh, twelve blue arrows of spiritual power passed by his ears like wind and rain, and one of them scratched Qianwu's face.

Qian Wu watched the spiritual arrow flying towards him with both eyes, and stood on the spot, his deep pupils shining brightly like stars and as dark as night, did not move.

Bright red blood oozes from the snow-white skin, slides across the cheeks and drips to the ground. With just one drop, the wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, countless spiritual weapons flew towards Qianwu overwhelmingly.

Qianwu didn't change his face when he saw it, he stretched out his arm, and pointed at the crowd with five fingers.

A mass of red flames instantly surrounded the dense rain of blue spiritual light, burning violently.

In the flames, Qianwu snapped his fingers crisply and forcefully, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the mountain forest, rustling, stirring up the grass and leaves in the forest, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to calm.

When the flames annihilated everything, Qianwu and Qiuxu had long since disappeared.