"Heaven is evil, you can live, you can't live if you do it!"

Slowly coming to the ghost cultivator's eyes, Ning Chuan's voice fell into his mind word by word, and after a pause, Ning Chuan continued: "To be able to cultivate again and regain a life, instead of cherishing it, you kill innocents indiscriminately, leaving you in time, isn't it helping to abuse?"

Ning Chuan's every word and every sentence was like a knife blade, slamming into his body, and the footsteps of death were getting closer and closer.

"I know, I know how to lift the curse on you!"

Suddenly, the old ghost's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said.

These words made Ning Chuan stop.

After glancing at Gu Lao, after Gu Lao agreed, Ning Chuan said slowly: "Then tell me, what is the way to lift this curse?"

"Then you have to promise me to spare my life, and you can't beat me to pieces!"

When the ghost cultivator saw that Ning Chuan was moved, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and hurriedly said.

However, Ning Chuan didn't accept this, his eyes flashed, and his tone immediately became cold: "Now you don't have any conditions to negotiate with me at all!"

"Then you kill me! As long as you don't agree to my terms, then I won't tell you!"

Ghost Xiu also snorted coldly, he calculated that Ning Chuan attached great importance to curses, and he also knew that once those who were cursed, none of them would end well, and a genius like Ning Chuan would not be willing to die at such a young age.

However, the person in front of him was Ning Chuan, even if he wanted to know the way to unlock the curse, it still wouldn't change the decision in his heart!

"Brush!"

The gray Yuan Force turned into a blade and came out of his hand, leaving a scar directly on the ghost cultivator's hand, and the screams followed.

This time, his body did not heal again, as if the human body was injured, and on top of the scars, black qi continued to pour out.

"I'll give you one last chance to forgive your sins!"

Looking at the ghost cultivator in front of him coldly, Ning Chuan said word by word.

In his voice, everyone felt the killing intent in it, and no one doubted the authenticity of Ning Chuan's words.

"Humph!"

The so-called people are also good at dying, originally thought that this ghost cultivator would tell him what he knew, but he snorted coldly and said slowly: "You don't even want to let go of a dead person, people like you should die, and they are not worthy of staying in this world!"

"Then you will die!"

Ning Chuan knew that if he continued to entangle, this ghost cultivator would not say it, and Ning Chuan did not hesitate, and directly slapped the top of the ghost cultivator's head, and soon, bursts of black gas gushed out from the ghost cultivator's body, and with the scream, it slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

The ghost cultivator is dead, and the Death Forest is no longer the Death Forest, and the fog shrouded around it has gradually dispersed, and the moonlight in the sky has shrouded it, casting a layer of white light on the forest, which looks so sacred.

"You really did it!"

Gu Lao came to him and showed a rare smile.

He looked at Ning Chuan, just like looking at his juniors, Ning Chuan's excellence was far beyond his imagination, and he believed that Ning Chuan would definitely be able to create miracles in the Heavenly Desolate Forbidden Land.

"Thank you Eungong for avenging us!"

The more than 100 souls knelt down one after another and said in unison.

After being enslaved by the ghost cultivator for such a long time, they didn't even have the opportunity to reincarnate and become a new person, and now that the revenge was avenged, they were naturally grateful to Ning Chuan.

"Get up!"

Hearing their thanks, Ning Chuan was naturally happy in his heart, and a soft yuan force in his hand blew along the breeze, and after holding them up, Ning Chuan continued: "Now I'll take you back to the village to have a look, and then I'll send you on the road!"

These souls, after they are out of the control of ghost cultivators, are the souls of ordinary people, and during the day, they can't touch the sun, otherwise, they will also be wiped out.

"Trouble benefactor!"

Being able to return to their hometown again can be regarded as a soul returning to their hometown, and in addition to expressing their gratitude to Ning Chuan, they really don't know what to say.

These things, for Ning Chuan, are just a gesture, after shaking his head slightly, Ning Chuan's hands flipped over, directly stored them in the cuffs, and returned to the village with Gu Lao!

The distance was not far, and soon Ning Chuan stopped again, and at the entrance of the village, those souls were released.

"It's back, it's still back......"

Some souls have been dead for many years, looking at the familiar but unfamiliar entrance of the village, their whole bodies tremble slightly, and they are full of emotion, they want to take a step and return to the village, but they are a little afraid.

This is the cowardice of returning home!

"Son, lady...... Where are you? Daddy's back!"

And there are some villages that have been dead for a few years, more than ten years, and look at the villages that have basically not changed much, and they are already in tears, and for them, what they miss the most is their wives and children.

"Go back, this will always be your home!"

Gu Lao's voice came, among these people, only a few of them were known to him, after all, the days he had been here were not too long, but he knew that these people were all people who had walked out of the village.

Soon, these spirits entered the village and dispersed, and Ning Chuan and Gu Lao did not follow up, just quietly waiting for their return.

"Will they go and say hello to their families?"

In the dark night, Ning Chuan asked softly, but Gu Lao shook his head and said slowly: "No!

As Gu Lao said, after those people returned to the village, they basically did not disturb the life of the village, as spirits, they could easily pass through the walls, just to quietly look at their families or descendants.

After waiting for about half an hour, these people also came back one after another, with a little reluctance in their eyes, but a little relief.

"Old Gu, they will ask you to take care of it in the future!"

If they could shed tears, I am afraid that they would have already burst into tears at this moment, Rao is that they are all iron-clad men, and they can't help but be sad when they are about to leave this world.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them!"

Gu Lao nodded and agreed to their request, as the village chief, he was naturally obliged to do so.

The sound of the flute sounded slowly, full of sadness, and as the music progressed, those souls gradually turned into streamers, flying towards the sky, slowly disappearing.

As soon as the song fell, all the one hundred and eight souls disappeared, and after spending some time, Ning Chuan's spirit couldn't help but feel a little tired.

The music he played just now was a requiem, although it was not aggressive, but it had a very obvious effect on surpassing the undead.

"Alas......"

Putting away the jade flute, Ning Chuan sighed lightly, his mood a little heavy.

Although mortals are good, there are too many things that cannot be decided by themselves, especially when there are several souls just now, they died, leaving behind wives and children, which made him feel even heavier.

This is the reason why Ning Chuan keeps wanting to become stronger, he doesn't want to even have no way to control his own destiny, since he has chosen this path, then he will continue to walk without hesitation.

"Hopefully, in a year, I'll see you again!"

Gu Lao said softly, although it was bland, but Ning Chuan heard a strong sense of concern from his words.

"Yes!"

Nodding heavily, a trace of firmness flashed in Ning Chuan's eyes, this time he only allowed success, not failure, no matter how difficult it was, he had to break the curse.

"Say goodbye, goodbye, Gu Lao!"

Clenching his hands into fists, Ning Chuan bowed, said goodbye to Gu Lao, and took off, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from Gu Lao's field of vision and plunged into the darkness.

"There are talents in the country, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!"

After a long time, Gu Lao came to his senses, sighed softly, and then turned around and returned to the village.

He was in a good mood, the Forest of Death had been resolved, and the village would not be so closed in the future.

Looking at Ning Chuan again, walking through the night, before dawn, he had already passed through the Death Forest, completely away from the village where Gu Lao was.

There was a hint of fish belly white in the east, Ning Chuan gradually stopped, he stood in mid-air, looked back in the direction of the village, but he couldn't see it anymore.

"I'll be back!"

After saying it softly in his heart, Ning Chuan sped up the next moment, turned into a white light, and disappeared into the sky.

At noon, Ning Chuan appeared in a prosperous city, wearing a cloak and white clothes.

"Bang dang!"

Kicking open the façade of a shop, Ning Chuan walked in directly, wearing a cloak, no one could see his face clearly.

This time, Ning Chuan did not deliberately cover up his tracks, but was a little fanfare.

"Who is so bold, I don't want to live!"

An obese middle-aged man, dressed in silk and satin, with gold and silver jewelry on his hands, and a doctor's poop, but his face was full of anger.

Their shop, but the Ji family's elixir shop, in the entire Nanling, everyone knows that those who dare to come to them to make trouble are definitely looking for death.

"I want to see the head of the Ji family!"

Ning Chuan's voice didn't have many emotional fluctuations, but the fat shopkeeper suddenly scolded: "What kind of green onion are you, can you see our family master......?"

Before the middle-aged man's words were finished, Ning Chuan had already flashed in front of him, pinching his neck with one hand, and the powerful force made the shopkeeper unable to breathe at all.

The shopkeeper who was pinched by the neck felt the killing intent from Ning Chuan's body, and kept struggling, slapping Ning Chuan's hand, but Ning Chuan's strength was so strong, he had no way to break free at all, and soon, in his eyes, there was only deep fear left.

"Let him go!"

After the shop, ten people rushed out, surrounded Ning Chuan in the center, looked gloomy, and said coldly.

These are all people from the Ji family, and their realm is not bad, but Ning Chuan glanced at them and stopped paying attention to these local chickens and dogs.

Although their realm is not low, but the perennial idle life has made their strength regressive, and they are unstable one by one, and it is easy for Ning Chuan to kill them.