The sword hurt her heart, but it was not fatal. She was sure to save Meng Lin's life.
Before the critical moment of life and death, the ghost king would not choose to give up this body. Lu Yun's sword was real.
After sealing the opponent's heart to save her last breath, Lu Yun coughed a few times herself.
The effects of the Shengling Pill are being eliminated from the body bit by bit, and a feeling of weakness is spreading.
From the strong man who holds the power of life and death to the weak man with no power, that kind of fragility can easily break one's reason.
Lu Yun is constantly adapting to this gap.
"Are you okay?"
Miao Ruoling helped Lu Yun and asked worriedly.
"fine."
The rush in her heart has not stopped yet, but Lu Yun can continue to hold on.
Holding back the fishy smell in her throat, Lu Yun looked forward.
After the ghost king chose to give up Meng Lin as a tool man, his soul turned into a ghost and wandered among the ghost clan, trying to find a suitable parasite.
He came to Granny Ahua's side and approached quietly.
In his opinion, Grandma Ahua is loyal to him. For such a person, even if he chooses to take away the other person's body, the other person should be grateful.
For the Ghost King, no subordinate is as important as his own continuation.
The moment the Ghost King attacked Granny Ahua, Granny Ahua naturally felt it.
The moment the black shadow rushed towards the door, Granny Ahua naturally fought back, but her speed was a little slower.
Seeing that the thing was about to rush into her body, an old and shriveled-looking hand appeared in front of Granny Ahua and slapped the thing away.
"Old lady, I told you not to get involved with young ghosts, why didn't you listen?"
"That's not possible. With your tattered body, you almost lost your innocence."
The word innocence shattered the happiness in Grandma Ahua's heart. She looked at Grandpa Guicao in front of her and was furious.
The resentment that had been building up over the years was growing now.
She obeyed the other person's intention and hit Grandpa Ghost Grass with one hand, but the ghost should have stopped her as usual.
But the other party didn't.
He just let Granny A Cao's hand penetrate his abdomen.
Tick tock, tick tock.
This is the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Grandma Ahua has always liked this kind of tune, but now it feels extremely harsh.
Pulling her hand back and looking at the wound on the opponent's abdomen, Granny Ahua's old face twisted for a while.
"Okay, let's stop making trouble. We have been making trouble for hundreds of years and there are not many days left. Be good!"
Grandpa Guicao didn't care about Grandma Ahua's frightened eyes. He held her in his arms like he did when he was young, and his voice was much gentler.
"Old lady, let's not fight anymore. We can't fight, right?"
"Look at the cultivators outside. Each one of these young men is more powerful than the last. They can't even defeat the Ghost King. They are about to become a lonely ghost. How can you still fight?"
The rambling words were out of place in this bloody scene.
The blood belonging to Grandpa Guicao was still flowing on Granny Ahua's arm. It was sticky, smelly, and made her painful.
Grandma Ahua fell silent and said nothing more.
"Don't worry, after all these years, no matter how big your unwillingness is, it should dissipate."
"I know you originally wanted the ghost tribe to adapt to the environment here and give them hope, but old lady, what we failed to do back then is the same now."
The ghost tribe can be said to be a arrogant and immortal tribe.
After the old ghosts sleep for a long time, they will eventually be born from the River Styx, although this is a new life without memory.
But for the ghosts, this long life without any goals would be too torture.
Just like back then, after they were tired of the harsh and lonely environment in the ghost world, they began to yearn for the outside world.
So they began to expand with the greatest ambition, and found joy in killing humans.
This endless enjoyment eventually ended at the hands of those cultivators outside.
They ghosts can be easily reincarnated, but that doesn't mean they are the strongest in the world of cultivation.
If you want to engulf the outside world, Guixiao can't do it.
They lost that battle back then.
After coming back, facing the ghost king who was split into two, and the most important part of his soul was still in a long sleep, differences were born.
In order to preserve the ghost clan and avoid internal strife, it is imperative to separate the fighting faction and the peaceful faction.
So Granny Ghost left with her group of ghosts and fought with them for hundreds of years.
Even the two lovers have been separated for so many years and can only see each other once a year at the Blood Moon Festival.
Of course, every time I see it, I do it.
But this time, it was the end that Grandpa Guicao had been looking forward to for a long time, so he could no longer endure it.
"Let them fight. After this fight, it will be over."
"Old woman, you also know that something is going on outside. If we don't solve the problem, even if our ghost clan goes out, the outcome will not change."
No matter what the ghost clan is, after all, they still rely on the world of cultivation to exist.
Similarly, ghosts who have reached the peak of their cultivation also long for ascension.
Now that the door to immortality is closed, even if they fight to the death, they still have to wait for death in this world of cultivation, or go to that alien space to be an eternally sleeping, unconscious egg.
In the face of absolute interests, why can't the ghost clan give in?
Besides, now the outside world is asking for help from them.
Light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
After the seriously injured Grandpa Guicao said this, he looked at Granny Ahua's red eyes and gently held her hand.
The exchange between the two happened quickly.
After Grandpa Guicao was injured, the ghost clan here increased their output. Elder Jin noticed that Granny Ahua was loose, and he even led Renxiu to attack forcefully.
With Elder Jin's intervention, the battle quickly became one-sided.
As for the ghost king.
After the failed attempt to invade Granny Ahua, the Ghost King retreated.
The embryos in the Styx gradually became complete bodies, and some newborn ghosts made tiny, sharp cries.
Among them, the new ghost king's eyes trembled and he suddenly opened his eyes.
His red eyes corresponded to the blood moon in the sky. He turned his head and looked at the strange world, crying as well.
After this sound, the Ghost King obviously found that his power was disappearing little by little, returning to the River Styx, and then entering the new Ghost King's body.
"No!"
The shouts belonging to the ghosts swept across the battlefield like roars.
Some ghost tribes do worship the former ghost king, and some are even willing to offer their bodies.
But before the voluntary sacrifice was completed, Aran appeared and successfully caught the ghost.
"It's time for you to come back."
Aran is a bit stupid and is not afraid of the existence of ghosts. Their power comes from the same source, and ghosts cannot hurt Aran.
After Aran stared at the ghost for a few times, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
An unwilling roar was drowned in his throat.
Aran burped, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to clarity.
He walked to the edge of the River Styx and fished out the newly born Ghost King. (End of chapter)
