This shock was extraordinary. Zhu Qingsheng's forehead was filled with cold sweat. Who was she and why did she come here?

Zhu Qingsheng was frightened and wanted to move his body, but found that his limbs were like heavy iron blocks tied to them, and he could not move no matter how hard he tried. He looked at the red figure standing in front of him, two long black hairs were placed in front of him, and he couldn't see his face clearly. A cold and resentful wind rushed towards him, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Zhu Qingsheng was hoarse and found that he could not even shout out the voice. His body seemed to be tied tightly to the wooden board, and he could not move. A feeling of despair burst out, making him almost unable to breathe.

The red figure floated in the air and drifted in little by little. The cold and dull aura became stronger and stronger. Zhu Qingsheng felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier. He was shocked, and cold sweat was pouring out, and he couldn't use all his strength.

The red figure slowly spread out its limbs, with a big red jacket on it, and even his hands and feet could not be seen clearly. His hair was windless and rolled upwards, and he was whizzing upwards.

This face was blurry and could not even see the facial features clearly.

She is definitely not a human!

Zhu Qingsheng's heart thumped, his throat seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't breathe in one breath. An unprecedented sense of fear swept over, but he couldn't move. He could only watch the red figure floating in front of him.

The red figure floated, and its limbs were exactly the same as Zhu Qingsheng's limbs, and they leaned down to Zhu Qingsheng.

With a "buzzing", Zhu Qingsheng's head buzzed and his body became heavier. He knew that there was absolutely no good thing to let this thing fall on him. He tried his best to get up and escape from here, but his hands and feet seemed to be tied up tightly, and he couldn't move.

The red figure slowly pressed down, and his limbs pressed against Zhu Qingsheng's hands and feet. A feeling of extreme heavyness and coldness was pressed down directly, like a heavy object weighing hundreds of kilograms.

However, Zhu Qingsheng was frightened and fearful at this moment, and could not feel it at all. Seeing this blurry face floating in front of him, the cold breath of resentment penetrated into his nose, and he wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted to move, but he couldn't move at all. The feeling of despair and fear surged into his heart, and his mind was blank.

This is a ghost, definitely a resentful ghost!

He is still the most fierce red-clothed grudge!

Zhu Qingsheng remembered that Master had said before that after some ghosts left the corpse, they stayed in the world to become resentful ghosts, wronged ghosts, water ghosts, mother-child ghosts... all kinds of ghosts.

Among them, "resentful ghosts" are extremely powerful. As the name suggests, they are entangled after death and do not enter the underworld. They have to commit dozens of lives, or even hundreds of lives, before they can stop.

The most powerful one is the female ghost who died in red clothes, because red belongs to Yang and ghost belongs to Yin. After death, it is extremely resentful and does not enter the five elements, which is extremely difficult to deal with. Even his master Sima Yuanji said that he met the red ghost.

Zhu Qingsheng was cold all over. He didn't expect that he would meet here, but why did this red-clothed evil spirit appear?

The evil ghost in red was pressed tightly against Zhu Qingsheng, his face was only two inches away from him. Zhu Qingsheng's eyes widened, and he felt his face numb and cold. He wanted to turn his head but didn't want to see it.

The vague face of the evil ghost in red was twisting little by little, and chaotic yin energy spread out from his face, gradually revealing a pale forehead.

The ghost appears! This is the ghost appears!

Zhu Qingsheng was panicked and fearful and suddenly remembered that when the rumor of evil spirits harmed people to absorb yang energy, he must slowly reveal a ghost face and absorb the yang energy of living people from his nose and mouth.

Zhu Qingsheng's mind was buzzing. Unexpectedly, he did not die in Luo Qitao's hands, nor in Zhong Shuidan's hands. He actually died in the hands of a demon. Seeing that his forehead was more and more exposed, the aura of cold and resentment became more and more prosperous. Zhu Qingsheng was frightened and desperate, and there was nothing he could do.

The limbs are getting heavier and heavier, and they are no longer owned. Zhu Qingsheng is confused and can no longer feel his hands and feet. Even his throat feels cold, and only his brain can still think.

The yin energy of the red-clothed ghost gradually dissipated, and two black eyebrows had appeared, and their eyes were about to be exposed.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from afar: "The fire of the sky yang helps my gods. The fire of the earth yang helps me magical powers. The Nine-turning Sun Sun parasol will break!"

When this man started talking, he was still half a mile away, and when he spoke the last word, he was already within three feet.

The sun parasol on the shore suddenly shook rapidly, shook the wraps of cloth, floated in the air and quickly rotated, and a series of hot and bright lights shone out, and the entire temple was reflected in bright red.

A green jade bracelet slid down and fell to the ground and "dangdang" sounded.

The red light fell on the red-clothed ghost and immediately pierced several small holes. A burst of black air emerged from it, and was shining by the red light and instantly evaporated nothingness.

The evil ghost in red let out a strange and shrill roar, suddenly left Zhu Qingsheng, grabbed the emerald jade bracelet and snatched it out, and suddenly heard someone say, "Where to go?"

The Kui Yang Parasol flipped in the air, caught up with her, and took back the emerald jade bracelet. The red-clothed evil ghost left the door, escaped from the red light range, and then turned into a ray of black smoke and disappeared.

Zhu Qingsheng was confused and surprised, his head was still buzzing loudly, and a voice shouted in his ear: "This is Master! This is Master! Master is here to save him!"

The doors and windows were clattering, and a thin middle-aged man floated in. He had thin eyebrows, starry eyes, gray temples, and a peach wood hairpin on his hair. He was dressed in a literary style.

In the world, who can control Kui Yang Parasol from afar, except Sima Yuanji?

Sima Yuanji saw that the only disciple Zhu Qingsheng was lying on the wooden table. He was surprised, happy and sad, and quickly helped him up and looked at him and said, "Qing'er, Master is late, so you have to endure hardship."

Zhu Qingsheng was in his mind. He didn't expect that his master would appear here and there. He was surprised and moved. The grievances he suffered over the past few days flowed down his tears.

Zhu Qingsheng was "ahhhh", but only realized that he could not move or speak.

Sima Yuanji saw his disciple looking at him with tears in his eyes, and was apologized and excited. He knew that he had been subjected to the Yin and Cold Ghost energy and sealed the meridians in his body. He could not move for the time being. He hurriedly put his right hand tightly on his back, and waves of Taoist true power were input into him to help him drive away the Yin and Cold Ghost energy in his body.

The master and disciple both have the same roots and origins. Their true powers merged. In less than half a quarter of an hour, Zhu Qingsheng felt his throat ventilated and could speak. When he saw that his master was right in front of him, he was excited and happy and said, "Master, why are you here?"
Chapter completed!