Chapter 225 Lanruo Temple
Woo!
Outside the Lanruo Temple, the wind in the forest suddenly increased, and a whimper like a ghost screamed.
A black cloud fluttered, which happened to cover the scattered moonlight.
It was dark all around, except for the faint glow of fire in the temple.
Whoosh!
A sturdy vine rushed through the forest, pierced the broken wooden door, and rushed towards the guarded bearded Taoist priest.
Clang!
The long sword behind the bearded Taoist unsheathed itself, blocking the lightning strike from the vines.
"Jie Jie...Yan Chixia, we don't make river water in our wells. If you dare to stop me again, don't blame grandma for being rude!"
A sound like a crow's neighing sounded around the temple, making people feel annoyed and nauseated.
The bearded Taoist priest held a long sword in his hand, kept alert, and said in a deep voice, "The tree demon! As long as you let Nie Xiaoqian go, the past will be forgiven!"
The scholar on the side courageously shouted to the outside of the temple, "Miss Xiaoqian is innocent! You can't hurt her!"
There was silence outside the temple for a moment, then the crow-like voice resounded again.
"Jie Jie... Nie Xiaoqian is the designated bride of the Black Mountain Ghost King! She can't go!"
The bearded Yan Chixia frowned, this Black Mountain Ghost King is the overlord of the underworld, how can the things he appointed can be easily changed?
But looking sideways at the stubborn look of the scholar, Yan Chixia couldn't help feeling helpless.
"The tree demon! Pindao didn't want to go into this muddy water, but the scholar insists, and Pindao can't do anything!"
"Humph! So you must stop me!"
The tree demon grandma said sullenly.
Yan Chixia didn't speak, but clenched the hilt of the sword with firm eyes.
"Jie Jie...Since that's the case, don't leave!"
After the tree demon grandma finished speaking, dozens of empty sounds were heard around the temple.
boom!
The temple in disrepair was instantly torn to pieces by dozens of vines.
Nie Xiaoqian's expression changed and she exclaimed, "Not good! Grandma is serious! Let's go quickly, otherwise we won't be able to go!"
Knowing that the matter was urgent, Yan Chixia drew her sword to resist the swarming vines, and shouted to the scholar, "Ning Caichen, hurry up and take Miss Nie!"
Ning Caichen looked flustered, his forehead was sweating anxiously.
"But Xiaoqian is seriously injured and can't leave now!"
Nie Xiaoqian clutched her chest and coughed softly, then said firmly, "There is another way for you to take me away."
Ning Caichen asked in surprise, "What can I do?"
"Mix my ashes with ink, paint a picture, I can blend into the picture, and you can take me away!"
Yan Chixia shouted loudly when she heard the words, "King Kong subdues demons!"
The long sword danced, and a circle of light appeared around the three of them, blocking the rainstorm-like vines.
"Scholar, hurry up! Old Daoist won't last long!"
Ning Caichen hurriedly leaned over, mixed Nie Xiaoqian's ashes with ink, filled it with ink with a brush, and drew it on a blank scroll.
It didn't take a moment for a picture of a lady to appear on the scroll, and her appearance and figure were almost exactly like Nie Xiaoqian's.
Nie Xiaoqian's body turned, and the figure dissipated, and the lady's picture on the scroll was as agile as a real person at this moment.
"All right!"
Ning Caichen rolled up the scroll and shouted excitedly.
Seeing that Ning Caichen was finished, Yan Chixia nodded and said to Ning Caichen, "Let's go, scholar! The old man stops the tree demon!"
"it is good!"
Ning Caichen held the picture scroll, got up and was about to run out.
hum!
When everyone was not paying attention, a light circle appeared not far from Ning Caichen.
Then a right hand stretched out and grabbed it straight at the scroll.
Feeling that his hand was empty, Ning Caichen suddenly realized that the picture scroll in his hand was gone!
"Ah, my painting!"
Looking at the right hand that appeared out of thin air, Ning Caichen shouted, "Give me back Xiaoqian!"
Yan Chixia, who was resisting the attack of the tree demon, was also stunned. Looking at the right hand holding the picture scroll, her face was stunned. What's the situation!
hum!
With her right hand withdrawn, the picture scroll possessed by Nie Xiaoqian disappeared along with it.
With Nie Xiaoqian's disappearance, the vines around him that looked like vicious pythons also stopped attacking.
A shadow appeared out of thin air, and shouted in the direction where the aperture disappeared, "Who is it! The Ghost King of Montenegro will not let you go!"