The three ghost swords, Old Yangtou, came over and said, "Just in time, there are four people here. Let's just go one by one today and get out of here!"

However, the old Yangtou in their mouths did not speak. He stroked his beard with one hand and shook his head gently. The anchor stumbled to my side, looked straight in the eyes, and asked: "Old Fan, what's going on here?"

What kind of god is he?"

"I think most of the people who died here are not gods at all." Scarface said.

"The whole body is covered with golden light. It looks like he is neither a god nor a Buddha." Mergen said to himself.

"It's not that exaggerated, right? In this remote mountainous area, where even the land lord is too lazy to manage it, how can there be any magical avenue?" Scarface said.

"Old man, did you take the wrong medicine today? If you don't accept my kindness, then step aside and don't get in the way here." The ghost said again: "I just saw you with the golden light body protection, and I thought it was you.

Which Buddha came and scared me to the point of sweating...I'll settle the score with you later!"

"You three, stop now and let those four people go. I might even spare you." The old man with the white beard finally spoke. His voice was loud and neither humble nor overbearing; but this made me feel even more that this man must have had some problems in his life.

It's really sad for a person who cultivated his level just to die here. Looking at what he was wearing, I'm afraid he must have been here for at least a few hundred years~

The three ghosts laughed loudly and said: "Old Yangtou, did you take the wrong medicine today? What nonsense are you talking about? Are you angry because I haven't talked to you these past few days?" Several ghosts laughed again.

Laughed loudly.

The anchor said: "These three ghosts were fucking laughed to death before they were alive, right? How can they be so happy after talking for a while?"

"In any case, they were able to practice the ghost technique of restraining the Golden Light Curse just a few decades after their death. They are indeed quite clever," I said.

"Then if we put them in Kunlun Mountain, wouldn't these three be geniuses in cultivating immortals?" Scarface joked.

"Lao Fan, are there really gods on Kunlun Mountain?" Dawhao said in a commonplace way.

"Didn't I say that you should go and look for her? If you are lucky, you might be able to meet her," I said.

At this time, the white-bearded old man said again: "I saw that you were trapped here, so I kindly told you some stories. I didn't expect that the three of you actually secretly learned the Dharma and broke my golden light curse."

"It turns out that he is the old man who knows the golden light spell~ Lao Fan, could this man be your ancestor?" said the anchor.

"Yes, I heard the three ghosts call him Lao Yangtou. It seems that this man's surname is Yang; and he can also cast golden light spells - how can there be such a coincidence?" Scarface said.

"

Let’s take a look.” I asked them to talk less and watch more.

Seeing that the white-bearded old man had no intention of leaving, the three monsters said sternly: "I count to three, if you still don't leave, believe it or not, your soul will be destroyed and you won't even be able to become a ghost!"

The old man with the white beard laughed loudly. The three ghosts were angered by the laughter. They opened their teeth and claws and clawed at the old man with the white beard. The old man with the white beard did not dodge. When the three ghosts were about to catch him, they suddenly turned into a ghost.

A tree! Three ghost hands stuck into the tree!

I thought to myself: "If this were inserted into a human body, wouldn't it make several big holes?" Looking carefully again, the old man with a white beard appeared behind the three ghosts, stroking his beard with one hand and said: "You are both here.

If you have the intention to harm others, I can no longer keep you here."

The three ghosts still said harshly: "It's up to you?" After saying that, they took their hands out of the tree seeds and said, "Let's see how we turn you into a honeycomb this time!" After that, they floated towards the old man again.

The old man looked calm, but there was actually a handful of dust in his hand. He waved his hand gently and said, "You three, look behind you."

At this moment, I followed what the old man with the white beard pointed and saw that the pine tree that the old man with the white beard had just transformed had become a copper pillar as thick as a pine tree, as wide as the top and bottom, and about four or five meters high! When three

The moment the ghost turned back, the copper pillar seemed to have a suction force. No matter how the three ghosts walked out, they couldn't get out. In the end, they were sucked to the copper pillar bit by bit and couldn't move!

"Old man Yang, what kind of spell are you using? Why didn't I know you had such ability before? What is this thing that sucks us?! Release the ghost master quickly! Otherwise, I want you to look good!" said the ghost.

"This is my magic weapon: Zhi!" said the old man with a white beard.

"What the hell is 'Zhi'? It's real if you let me go immediately!" The ghost struggled to say, but no matter how hard he struggled, it seemed that only his mouth could move...

The old man with the white beard said: "This magic weapon was made by me during my lifetime. It can roast immortals at the top and burn ghosts at the bottom! The magic power is endless!" The old man with the white beard stroked his beard and sighed: "Today I will eradicate you for the sake of the people nearby.

What a scourge!”

When the ghosts heard this, their rotten faces turned pale with fright... They all begged for mercy and kept saying nice things. If they could move now, they would have knelt down and kowtowed long ago...

"I have just given you a chance, and begging for mercy now is just a delaying tactic for you. Since the evil roots have been deeply rooted, we can only get rid of them!" said the old man with a white beard.

Those ghosts started to play the emotional card and said: "Yang Daxian, we can be considered 'neighbors'. Have you forgotten that we often chat and drink together..."

"That's because I saw that you died in a pitiful manner and there was no one to bury you after your death, so I came over often to visit you." said the old man with a white beard.

"Who are you?!" the ghost asked.

"I, like you, also died here." The old man with the white beard said.

"Impossible, how can a dead person still use the magic he had while alive!" The ghost seemed unwilling to give in, and maybe he wanted to die to understand.

"It is true that people who die and turn into ghosts can no longer use the magic weapons they had during their lifetime, because they have also become ghosts; but I am lucky enough to be favored by the Earth Immortal and be named the Earth Immortal of this place. In this way, the magic weapons and spells used during life can no longer be used.

Naturally, you can continue to 'enjoy' it." The old man with the white beard said.

"Lao Fan, is it really as magical as the white-bearded old man said? Is there really a god in the world?" Big Anchor said dumbfounded.

"I don't know if there is, but haven't you seen this before you? Why bother asking me?" I said.

No matter how these ghosts begged, the old man with the white beard still refused to let them go. At this moment, the copper pillar had begun to turn red, and the ghost's back began to smoke...

The three ghosts screamed "ouch" and begged desperately for mercy. But the old man with the white beard blinked his eyes, and the copper pillar became even redder. After a while, the backs of the three ghosts started to catch fire. The fire spread and soon burned all over their bodies.

!After a while, nothing was left on the copper pillar, and the three ghosts were burned into dust and smoke and disappeared.

When I saw these three ghosts being burned to death, I walked out and said from afar: "Thank you, old god, for saving me."

The old man with the white beard glanced at me and said: "If something like this happens in the territory under my jurisdiction, it is what I should do, so there is no need to say thank you."

"May I ask what the old man is called?" I want to know if he is my ancestor.

The old man seemed to know what I wanted to ask and said, "It's not enough."

"Old god, with all your abilities, are you willing to stoop to this?" I asked again, hoping to arouse his desire to speak.

"So what? Even if I had a lot of skills during my lifetime, wouldn't I be buried in this barren mountain after my death?" The old man with a white beard said again: "I would like to advise you: this life is extremely short. Live well and don't have to.

If you think too much, you won't end up like me, where no one will collect your body after you die."

"Old immortal, you are now the earth god of this area, and you don't have to suffer the pain of reincarnation. Aren't you satisfied with this?" Scarface said.
Chapter completed!