Chapter 294: Master of Tianji Pavilion (43)

Chapter 294: Master of Tianji Pavilion (43)

Song Nanfeng withdrew his hand that did not touch the groom in red. Under his hood, his brows were tightly knitted together. Everything that was happening around him made him a little confused.

Those paper men were born relying on the ghost energy of the Ghost King they mentioned. Now that they have completely disappeared, does it prove that the Ghost King they mentioned has been killed?

Combined with what they had just seen, the groom in red and the words those paper people shouted at the figure, it was hard for Song Nanfeng not to have other guesses.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, when the paper man's aura completely dissipated, it was also when the red-dressed bridegroom disappeared into the air...

Just as Song Nanfeng frowned and thought carefully, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the white figure took two steps forward and finally stopped at the place where the groom in red disappeared.

Song Nanfeng raised his eyes, puzzled. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Your Excellency, have you noticed anything wrong?"

Yan Qing did not answer this question. She closed her eyes, her robes moving without wind. The white silk covering her eyes disappeared at some point. Her brows were like distant mountains, revealing a sense of calmness, as if nothing could cause her to have such big emotional ups and downs. There was a sense of divinity around her, which was compassionate but also made people clearly know that this was something that was out of reach for him in this life.

Song Nanfeng was slightly startled, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He suddenly remembered the pair of gray eyes he saw through Song Beiwu's eyes in the ghost city.

Song Nanfeng pursed his lips, and an inappropriate idea emerged in his mind. He wanted his own image to be reflected in this person's pupils.

No longer seeing him through the eyes of others, but seeing him truly...

But Song Nanfeng didn't dare to say this thought out loud. He lowered his eyes to hide the emotions surging in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Yan Qing just opened his eyes, his gray-white pupils were shining with light, and he passed Song Nanfeng and fell into the air.

The next second, Yan Qing raised his hand slightly, and his sleeves slipped off. Golden dark patterns flashed by, leaving only a white wrist. The blood vessels on it were clearly visible, as if they would break with a slight bend.

Unfortunately, the opposite happened. The power fluctuations it brought were so powerful that even Song Nanfeng could not resist.

Just when Song Nanfeng was stunned, he saw the bony hand gently shaking in the air. An extremely slight sound of space cracking was heard, and red light shone through the cracks.

Song Nanfeng frowned, feeling that the breath was familiar.

Before he could think further, he saw Yan Qing turn his palm into a claw and grab something in the pouring red light.

After seeing the appearance of the thing clearly, Song Nanfeng was shocked and finally knew what the familiar breath he felt was.

"Is this the Heavenly Questioning Stone?!"

As soon as these words came out, the ball of light in Yan Qing's palm seemed to have consciousness. In an instant, a strong wind blew, and the red light pouring down from the side turned into a huge net, covering Yan Qing and Song Nanfeng, trying to cover both of them...

At the same time, outside the ghost realm, the sky was gloomy, dark clouds rolled in, thunder roared continuously, and this thundercloud was about to reach the border of the ghost realm.

In the central area of ​​the ghost domain, a man was lazily sitting on a throne carved out of a puppet, his clothes slightly open, his black hair like a waterfall, and silver ornaments hanging on it. Every random movement of his made a tinkling sound.

At this moment, his slender fingers were holding a scimitar. He leaned forward slightly, and the curly hair hanging in front of his forehead swayed along with the silver ornaments. He used the back of the knife to lift the chin of the young man who was kneeling below him.

The young man has beautiful features and a unique appearance. Even though he is under control at this moment, he cannot hide his pride.

After being forced to raise his head, the young man looked at the man with a flame in his eyes. If he was not still in the weak period after Nirvana and had unfinished business, he would burn this man to death even if it meant destroying himself together.

As if he saw the anger in the boy's eyes, the man in white raised his eyebrows with interest. His narrow eyes became even deeper, and there was an evil air in his half-smile.

The scimitar disappeared at his fingertips. The man in white changed his sitting position. His voice was lazy and magnetic. He reasoned: "Little fellow from the Phoenix Clan, you were the first to trespass into my territory. Even if I grind you to dust, the Demon King cannot do anything to me."

"I also heard that the young master of the demon world has disappeared. Now that this rumor has been confirmed, I'm afraid no one knows about it."

Feng Que, whose true identity was seen through at a glance, froze slightly, and the anger in his eyes quickly cooled down. He calmly glanced at the two young men beside him who were also suppressed, wondering if they would react after hearing what the white-clothed man said.

One of the young men had a temperament as frosty and snowy as his body. Even though he was restrained by someone, it was still difficult to hide the coldness of the frost and snow. He did not look at Feng Que, and his voice was steady and deep.

"It is the juniors who have offended us. I hope the Ghost King will forgive us."

Song Beiwu shifted his gaze from Feng Que to Meng Xuanchen who was speaking. For a moment, Meng Xuanchen felt as if a thorn was on his back, and a cold and damp breath surrounded him.

"Hmm... Born with a sword bone, you are a good candidate. Would you like to join my ghost path?"

Meng Xuanchen said expressionlessly: "Senior, you are joking. I have no intention of changing my master for the time being."

Song Beiwu stopped smiling, and no one could tell what emotions were in his narrow eyes. The atmosphere was a little stagnant.

The invisible pressure spread, and Meng Xuanchen couldn't help but groan, with blood flowing from his lips.

Feng Que on the side had his brows furrowed, his lips were pale, his fingertips hanging at his sides were clenched, and his phoenix eyes were full of stubbornness.

They are the best of the younger generation in the world of cultivation, but they are still not strong enough to contend with these old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years.

Feng Que gritted his teeth, his determination to become stronger reached its peak at this moment.

The culprit had already returned to his previous seat, looking lazy, as if he had lost interest in them.

But the pressure they felt was increasing layer by layer, as if testing the limits of what they could endure.

The first one to collapse was Feng Que. He could no longer maintain his human form and turned back into his original form.

A fiery red phoenix fell to the ground, with some burnt marks on its wings.

Seeing that the pressure was increasing, Meng Xuanchen frowned and his natal sword was about to be unsheathed.

A protective barrier enveloped the weak Feng Que before he could move, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Song Beiwu's gaze turned over again, but this time it fell on the other boy next to him who was subconsciously ignored by him, like an invisible man.

"You are quite capable to escape from my pressure. Who are you and where did you learn from?"

The young man got rid of the control without knowing when. Seeing Song Beiwu looking at him, he gently stroked the dust on his robe, and the golden dark pattern on the cuffs passed by. He spoke calmly, fearlessly: "I am He Nianguan, and I meet the Ghost King."