"Why don't you answer?"

Chu Feng frowned slightly.

"I, I..."

Nie Xiaoqian was filled with sorrow when she thought about what happened last night. I didn't know how to speak. After a long time, my eyes were sore and I was about to shed tears.

"You want to cry, leave here and cry!"

Chu Feng was very rude to speak. Last night, he failed again when he attacked the God Transformation Realm and suffered heavy injuries. He was depressed at this moment and could not bear to cry.

"Leave, but, but..."

Nie Xiaoqian raised her pale and excessive hand and pointed to the sky that was gradually getting brighter outside, with fear in her eyes. As a novice ghost, she has been poisoned by the sun many times in the past few days. She has been scattered by the lights several times and hides in a place with heavy yin energy. She stays for several hours before she recovers.

Chu Feng turned his head and looked at the sky outside, pondered for a while, and condensed a small amount of Yin Qi obtained from cultivation from his body, forming a ball of light that penetrated into Nie Xiaoqian's body.

"You have been a ghost who has been practicing Taoism for fifty years. If you don't stay in the sun for a long time, there will be no problem. Go!"

As the yin energy increased, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly became strong, stared at Chu Feng, looked blankly for a few breaths, came to her senses, thanked her, and walked out quickly. That night, the psychological shadow caused by the ghost pushing grinding on her was too great. She didn't want to stay for a moment if she could leave.

Suddenly, a slightly unhappy voice came from the house.

"Girl, check it out in the future and wear more clothes. If you need it, you can find a male ghost. My grinder wooden handle is used to push the grinding, not to play with it."

Nie Xiaoqian, who had just walked to the door, suddenly turned around and happened to see Chu Feng's hand pointing at the wooden handle of the millstone, with a lot of water stains on it.

"Master, that's my saliva. All night, this millstone kept releasing whips and whipping them, making them foam at the mouth."

"Take you? Whip?"

Chu Feng was stunned. Could it be that the so-called "slaughtering ghosts and pushing mills" is to use a whip to whip. How could such a strange thing be nurtured in the extreme yin places of the world?

"I, I..."

Nie Xiaoqian said a few times, and when I thought about what happened last night, it was too unbearable, so I stomped my feet and flew away.

Chu Feng turned around, walked to the gray-white millstone, looked carefully for a while, and said seriously: "Start grinding rice!"

Swish, a thick and hard black whip came out of the grinding disc.

A whip shadow quickly grew bigger in Chu Feng's eyes.

“Bold!”

Chu Feng quickly threw out a light ball where yin and yang gathered.

The black thick whip quickly shrank back, like a frightened turtle.

Chu Feng took away the Enlightenment rice from the millstone, walked out with a dark face.

He thought about what happened last night and thought it through the soles of his feet: Last night, Nie Xiaoqian mistakenly entered this wooden house and was whipped all night, so he felt embarrassed in the morning.

Back at the Kunlun sacred tree with spiritual energy like a waterfall, Chu Feng threw hundreds of enlightenment rice into the air, used spiritual power to stabilize it, and slowly refined it.

Time flies, and it is evening in the blink of an eye. A dazzling red light is emitted between Chu Feng’s eyebrows.

"Transforming God"

"Transforming God"

...

A voice, or Chu Feng's heart, kept making voices.

After a long time, Chu Feng opened his eyes and the red light in his eyebrows dissipated.

"Failed again"

Sighing, Chu Feng's figure flashed and returned to the magnificent Taoist Ancestor Temple.

At midnight, at the top of the Bu Lao Peak, the cold wind kept blowing. At the entrance of the Taoist temple covered with mist, a few wild grass swayed gently, and the old trees more than ten steps away were swaying. Occasionally, the hoarse sound of night owls coming from the back mountain added a bit of coldness to the desolate Taoist temple.

Swish! A strong cold air wrapped around a woman in white, sped out from the depths of the fog and headed straight to the door of the Taoist temple.

"Xiaoqian, go back with me to see grandma!"

Another cold air, a woman in blue with a barefoot and charming barefoot chased her up with a whip in her hand.

The woman in white, Nie Xiaoqian, who was rushing in front, stopped and turned around, with a sad expression and tears.

"Xiaoqing, everyone is in trouble, why bother to each other so hard!"

"Hmph, I don't feel that I'm in trouble. I don't know how good it is to follow my grandma!"

Xiaoqing looked cold. As soon as she finished speaking, she whipped her whip in her hand.

Nie Xiaoqian hid dangerously, swayed her sleeves, rose from the ground, and flew towards the vast and vast fairy mountain.

When Xiaoqing saw the floating fairy mountain, she was stunned for a few moments, came back to her senses, and followed her.

Xiaoqian, who was moving forward, felt dizzy and thought to herself that it was not good. Then she involuntarily flew towards the innate spiritual root garden.

Xiaoqing also responded the same way.

"Nie Xiaoqian, why is this happening?"

Xiaoqing shouted with a pale face.

Nie Xiaoqian did not respond.

Soon, the two ghosts came to the innate spiritual root garden where the fragrance of medicine was everywhere.

"Many fairy medicines! Nie Xiaoqian, how did you discover this place? If we take these fairy medicines, that dead tree demon will not let us take action!"

Before Xiaoqing finished speaking, she couldn't help but follow Nie Xiaoqian and flew into the wooden house in the southwest corner.

In the center, a plain millstone lying quietly.

The same scene, the painful memory, made Nie Xiaoqian, who came in first, shrink her neck and subconsciously retreat to the wall.

"Where is this? A millstone"

Xiaoqing landed on the ground.

Two lines of golden text appear in the void:

At midnight, ghosts enter the house

Innate spiritual treasure, ghost pushing grind inspiration

"What?"

Xiaoqing's expression changed, she waved the whip in her hand and whipped it over.

Swish, a thick and hard black whip came out of the grinding plate and twitched on Xiaoqing. Suddenly, Xiaoqing added a long blood mark from her face to her chest, which was shocking.

"Nie Xiaoqian, you bitch, you dare to trap me!"

Xiaoqing held the whip that was broken into two halves and screamed with a ferocious look.

Nie Xiaoqian was startled and thought of something and shouted in a hurry.

"Xiaoqing, throw the whip quickly, otherwise you will suffer even more."

Nie Xiaoqian's reminder was one step late.

Bang...

Another whip, whipping Xiaoqing's face, was another terrifying blood mark.

"Nie Xiaoqian, you and I are incompatible!"

Xiaoqing thought it was Nie Xiaoqian who was cheating him and screamed in anger.

Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly ran to the millstone and pushed the wooden handle.

"Xiaoqing comes over quickly and pushes the millstone, it's fine."

Xiaoqing, who was whipped twice, was not stupid either. Seeing this, he rushed over.

Because the wooden handle is too short, Xiaoqing doesn’t have enough hands.

Bang...

The third whip came over again, and a large area of ​​the skin on his back exposed.

Xiaoqing's face turned cold and pushed Nie Xiaoqian aside.

"Bitch, get out!"

Bang...

With a whip, Xiaoqian whipped away from the wooden handle, and it hurt so much.

"you"

Xiaoqian became popular too, got up and pushed Xiaoqing aside.

Bang...
Chapter completed!