Ordinary people are afraid that they will instantly turn into a pool of blood in this ghost creature. The young man in white seemed panicked, and his feet were tripped by a vine basket and fell towards the old man in the tea stall.
In the middle of lightning, a blue sword light tore the dark mist.
"The one-horned ghost king, I will give my 10,000 lives in the country of Aolai!"
Almost as Hei Wuchang called the person in the tea stall, the young Taoist priest swept away his fear expression on his face, roared loudly, looking like he was in the blood, and a flash of inspiration in his hand, and a long blue sword stabbed the old man's abdomen.
The sword entered the belly, and the young Taoist priest looked happy. He obviously thought he had succeeded in the sneak attack, but he did not notice that Hei Wuchang, who had just commanded the secret agents to set up the formation, looked even more ugly.
After a while, the young Taoist priest finally realized something was wrong. No matter how hard he used, the sword could not be pulled out of the old man's body. He looked at it carefully. It turned out that the old man had no internal organs at all, only a bloody mouth covered with fangs bit the sword tightly. A stream of black smoke spewed out of the old man's mouth, which was disgusting.
"Which sect are you from? You are a newborn cottage and don't understand the rules!"
It’s all because of this clever guy who has to expose himself before the best time to do it!
Hei Wuchang cursed in his heart, shook the mourning stick in his hand hard, and a gray divine light came quickly, blocking the young Taoist priest.
After all, he is a human Taoist priest who eliminates ghosts, so he cannot watch him die in front of him.
"What's wrong with being a ghost? I'll give them an eternal lifespan, no longer having to suffer from hunger, illness, separation, life is many times better than when I was a human being!"
The old man was no longer old and his voice was loud. The surrounding villagers nodded when they heard this. One of the fat women nodded too much and his head fell down...
The young Taoist priest was rescued by Hei Wuchang, and he muttered something in his mouth, pinching his fingers, and invisible fluctuations came out of his mouth, which actually made a mantra commonly used by low-level human cultivators. This mantra is not complicated, but it is better than Zhongzheng and safe. With one blow, the old man's body was like a twisted shadow, and a trace of ghost energy shook out from his body.
Although he is reckless in doing things, his cultivation foundation is extremely solid, and he has at least the cultivation level of the Earth Immortal.
Hei Wuchang was a little better at the Taoist priests. He waved his mourning sticks repeatedly, and Yincha transformed into various ghost soldiers, wearing hard and holding sharp edges, densely packed with hundreds of ghost soldiers with a slight divine light surrounded the tea shed. The young Taoist priest took the opportunity to jump to Hei Wuchang's side.
"You so-called Yin officials have been wrong to convict the sins of your previous life and sacrifice to the ghost soldiers. They are better than us. They are just doing evil according to the orders, and their crimes are even higher than that!"
The old man seemed very disdainful of the underworld ruler like the underworld. He spoke coldly, jumped up, slapped out a huge ghost claw, and grabbed Hei Wuchang directly.
"Stay in the ghost city! Rewarding you as a general is not as comfortable as being a dog servant in the underworld!"
Hei Wuchang has always hated others to describe his position as a mortal servant. At this time, his heart was even more annoyed. The mourning stick directly smashed the ghost claws and shouted behind him:
"kill!"
Outside the teahouse, ghost soldiers stepped forward together. The ghost soldiers' cultivation was only a first-level scattered immortal, and the ghost soldiers did not have much consciousness. The ghost core could barely become a pill, but they had the same energy. When they took one step, the ghost energy condensed, like a huge ghost beast roaring.
Hei Wuchang hit him with a stick, thump!
The gray stick shadow turned into a sharp exercise and landed on the old man's head.
Bang!
The old man raised his hands high, his arms instantly grew longer, clamping the stick shadow tightly, and half of his body fell into the ground. The ground was no longer soil, but a black mucus-like ghost swamp. There were countless insects in the marsh, biting the old man crazy.
The old man seemed to feel pain, clamping the mourning stick shadow and stuffing it into the big mouth in his abdomen. The ghost mouth in his abdomen has the magical effect of imprisoning magic weapons. Hei Wuchang is like a Taoist priest just now. The mourning stick cannot move for a while. After a moment, I am afraid that the ghost mouth will swallow the stick shadow and even the magic weapon will be sucked away!
At this moment, a cool look flashed in the eyes of a thick boy who had been silly and as if he was watching the fun. He reached out to his head and wiped it with a blood-colored ghost-headed sword. The sound of ghost crying and wolf howlings shook the fields. The sword light came quickly. Hei Wuchang's face changed drastically. He let go of the mourning stick. His body flashed but it was useless. His right leg broke into two pieces from below his knee.
"The combat power of the immortal! You are the real one-horned ghost king!"
Hei Wuchang grabbed his big hand behind him, and dozens of ghost soldiers were captured by him, kneaded into a ball, blocking the wound of his broken leg, and the half that fell to the ground was eaten by the villagers and women in the tea shed.
The unicorn Ghost King was originally a charcoal-burning boy in the alchemy room of the Grand Lord. After eating the ghost pill, he gained luck and became a celestial immortal. Before establishing the ghost city, he had not exposed his true strength. At this time, he suddenly took action and seriously injured Hei Wuchang.
Although he wanted to take advantage of the victory and completely kill Hei Wuchang, he was ordered by Laojun after all. This time, the Ghost Kingdom was already the greatest evil deeds made by the demons. If he killed the righteous god of the underworld, he was afraid that the next step would be to send troops to the Ten Palaces of Hell.
Killing 100,000 people is just an evil demon. Killing the righteous god of the underworld is a rebellion. The evil demon is a bandit and a rebellion is a army. The one-horned ghost king who has been with him for so many years is naturally clear.
It is not easy for me to lurk, so you should pay attention to your sense of performance...
"Mr. Wuchang, it would be great if you and I don't miss the river in the future. If you don't accept it, my Unicorn Ghost City will always be waiting for you!"
"Divine Way of the East Continent, the One-horned Ghost King takes over a seat!"
The ghosts in the teahouse heard the mighty sing of their king, and danced excitedly, pulled the old man out of the ghost swamp, made a few faces, and at the instructions of the one-horned ghost king, they turned into a chance that black smoke would float into the forest.
"No! The ghosts are going to bring reinforcements! Brothers retreat first, then call Bai Er after returning to the underworld, and then come and gesture with him!" Hei Wuchang endured the severe pain from his legs and whispered.
The Yin Guan of the Earth Immortal has no physical body. It is not until the celestial immortal that the Yin pole can produce yang and rebuild the body. However, the single-horned ghost king's battle knife method seems to be directly applied to the ghost core, and the ghost energy is still leaking from the broken leg.
A real man is a true hero!
Retreat to the Underworld!
The ghost beast narrowed, the ghost soldiers turned around, and the Yin flew together, and the unicorn ghost king relaxed. After this battle, even if the reputation on the demon path was established, the next step was to visit the famous monsters one by one. After the master's mission was completed, he could not say that in the future, the black impermanence would still have to make a living under my hands!
By then, hehe...
Hey—
Why is this blue sword light so familiar?
I saw the young Taoist priest who had been standing near Hei Wuchang just now, and a powerful corpse energy poured out. His whole body was divided into two, and a golden-armored corpse demon was split. The corpse demon exploded with a bang, and his head and limbs were scattered instead of the flesh and blood turned into chains, hugging Hei Wuchang's other intact leg tightly.
The Taoist priest laughed strangely, and the blue sword light suddenly shone in the sky.
Kakka...
Hei Wuchang watched the sound of his ghost core breaking out, and his expression instantly solidified.
The one-horned ghost king watched Hei Wuchang's nearly perfect cultivation of the Earth Immortal began to disappear quickly, and he could no longer laugh on his face.
Fuck me, Hei Wuchang, don’t die!
"At Xialangxing, the descendant of the Tianzi Sect of Aolai Kingdom, comes to join the Ghost King and make a breakthrough in their foundation!"
"This Black Impermanence is the letter of fame!"
...
The one-horned ghost king almost became dumbfounded as he looked at the "Taoist" who controlled the golden armored corpse and rushed in and out of the Yin Clan group.
He deliberately set up a teahouse here every day to attract ghosts from the underworld and to make his own demons famous. There are many other ghost cultivators who come to surrender, and all the one-horned ghost kings are taken over. However, all of this is to facilitate the exchange of demon leaders. He never thought of provoking war between the ghosts in the Dongsheng Shenzhou against the underworld.
When the ghost monsters in the ghost town rushed to the tea shed, they saw their king talking to the Taoist priest who was covered in cold body. The Taoist priest gestured with both hands, very excited, but the expression of the one-horned ghost king was very strange. The ghosts came forward and only heard the Taoist priest talking:
"Everyone is better. I am the descendant of the Tianzi Sect. I was fortunate to help Lord Ghost King kill Hei Wuchang! I vow to assist Lord Ghost Kingdom in establishing the Ghost Kingdom on Earth.
There is a mountain in Nanzhanbu Continent called Luofeng Mountain, which is 30,000 miles in a circumference and 2,600 miles high. It is the famous ghost and god cave heaven. Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, people will not enter the underworld after death. Those who are destined to go to the Luofeng Mountain Taoist temple. There is no suffering of the eighteen levels of hell, and they are free and happy!
Why there is no such place in Dongsheng Shenzhou? It is because there was no such amazing ghost as the Unicorn Ghost King before!
The sky does not give birth to a one-horned ghost, and the east is as long as day! There are countless pitiful ghosts in the world, who will save them?"
The unicorn Ghost King wanted Lang Xing to stop these things that sounded very pleasant... very unpleasant flattery, but what would he think if he scolded a descendant of the corpse path who was loyal to the ghost city and was spreading it out of the demon path of the East Shenshu?
The surroundings were quiet. It seemed that the ghosts under his command were frightened by Lang Xing's words.
Unicorn secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of looking for a hidden corner, and refining this trouble-inducing guy into a ghost pill!
I am from the Tushita Palace, so how could I devote my life to the lonely ghosts!
These thousand ghosts are naturally not ghosts directly transformed from the people of Aolai Kingdom, but are the unjust souls who have long been around and wandering around. They either suffered humiliation or were attached to the world during their lifetime. They could not swallow or exhale when they died. With this residual popularity, those with better luck can avoid the search and stay in the world for a long time.
But they were like escaped criminals, and they were worried that they would be captured in the underworld, endured the suffering of the eighteen levels of hell, and never be reborn. After listening to Lang Xing's speech, the demons were stunned.
Then isn’t Luofeng Mountain the paradise we ghost cultivators want?
There is one in the Southern Continent, but why can’t the Eastern Continent be there?
What's more, my own master even killed Hei Wuchang!
"The sky does not give birth to a one-horned ghost, and thousands of miles east of the east are as long as day!" A scream suddenly broke out from the group of ghosts and monsters, like the prelude to the carnival. All ghosts and monsters woke up from the shock, and the ghosts kept roaring, proclaiming this fresh slogan.
The fanatical ghost roar and obsessed expression, every ghost monster's eyes seemed to see a beautiful tomorrow for the future ghost town to establish a dojo and develop and grow.
The unicorn Ghost King cried in his heart: "This slogan is so fuckingly grand! Is it obvious that he is against the Heavenly Court?"
Sometimes the so-called leaders or idols are just concrete images of the collective emotions of the fanatical group, and their true thoughts may not be like this.
Just like the one-horned ghost king now has no doubts, as long as he firmly opposes the development of the ghost city, this thousand ghost monsters that have been aroused by the desire in his heart will immediately attach to a newly emerging strong man without hesitation, and the first one to kill is the one-horned ghost king himself.
Therefore, he could only hide what he thought deep in his heart and encourage and comfort these excited ghosts.
"I have all the ghost messengers in the underworld killed. The young men will go back to the city with me to strengthen their defense. When this gust of storm passes, we will discuss the affairs of the ghost god temple."
"Although Lang Xing helped me kill Hei Wuchang, there is a difference between humans and ghosts after all, and I cannot practice in the ghost city for a long time. This ghost fog forest with a radius of thousands of miles will be used as a cave for you to guard the ghost city gate!"
Before the one-horned ghost king finished speaking, he wiped it up to his head again. A blood-red worm was popped up by him and landed on Lang Xing's hair, turning into a red silk, and drilling into Lang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness.
Lang Xing grinned, bounced his palm open, and handed the largest piece of black impermanent ghost core fragment to the Ghost King. "You can restrict the small ones, but you are despised by the small ones. You can't go to the ghost town with you. It's a big regret. I hope you can tell me the way of ghost cultivation. The small ones will definitely be heartbroken in the future, and you will be willing to do anything!"
Looking at the expectant eyes of the ghosts around him, the Unicorn Ghost King touched his chin and told Lang Xing some of his experiences in practicing after taking the Ghost Pill. Until the sky was slightly brighter, the ghosts beat drums and drums to welcome the Unicorn Ghost King back to the ghost city.
...
Heavenly Court, the back room of Lingxiao Palace.
The door was closed, and the roller shutter guards were guarding the door, and the fairy aura rose, making the fairy palace aura awesome.
In the room, the Jade Emperor was lying on the table, feeling the reports delivered by the priests. He was diligent in his calculations, handled government affairs very carefully, and often responded to the human world's belief in the Jade Emperor.
A young man with a square face wearing golden armor stood beside the Jade Emperor, looking at his eyes, nose, and heart, and remained as motionless as a mountain.
After a while, the Jade Emperor stretched his waist and suddenly asked the young man with a square face: "Rolling the curtain, would you like to go down to the world to compete for an opportunity and share some incense for me?"
Before the young man with square face answered, he said to himself: "Tathagata and the Supreme One have decided to travel to the West for a long time before informing me of this matter. It is obvious that they did not take me, the common master of the three realms, seriously. As time goes by, those who respond to the disaster will appear one by one. Jin Chanzi has been reincarnated in the Middle Land of Southern Continent to preach the Buddha. If you stop him, the body of a mortal, and thinking of the Lingshan Mountain in the West, it is purely a delusion to have no strong protection."
"Your Majesty, the number of demon kingdoms on earth is increasing, and big monsters and ghosts are coming out frequently. There is always a feeling of being driven by the heart. If I am the one who can be used in the heavenly court at this time..."
Chapter completed!