"It's refined, I'll protect you for your master."

"yes."

The Dead King nodded respectfully and then began to refine it cross-legged.

Half an hour later, the wind subsided and the entire mountain where Baolin Temple was located returned to peace.

"The Infinite Heavenly Lord."

The Taoist stopped trembling and breathed a sigh of relief.

The ghost energy in the Dead Ghost King completely disappeared. On the surface, he could not tell that he was a ghost, and there was no difference between him and ordinary people!

Ghost Clan: Dead Ghost King (Juventus Rain)

Cultivation: Early stage of Xuanxian Realm

Potential: Eight and a half stars

Magic weapon: None

Supernatural powers:??Ghost Emperor's Body??

Practice: Nine Turns of Netherworld Art??

Clicking on the panel of the Dead King, there has indeed changed. Not only did he have magical powers and skills, but his potential has been increased to eight and a half stars.

Needless to say, magical powers and skills are definitely the so-called inheritance in the core of the Ghost Emperor, as for the potential of eight and a half stars.

There is only one explanation. The inheritance obtained by the Dead King is not complete, and there is still room for improvement in the potential.

...

In the Wuji Kingdom, the night is calm, but for the two demons in the palace, it is not at all calm.

"Brother Yi, I'm sorry for you."

Qiushouxian opened her eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

If it weren't forbidden, how could he do something to harm his brother? Even if he died, he wouldn't do it.

However, the Qiushou Immortal was not afraid of death, but Manjushri Bodhisattva knew what he was afraid of. He grasped his weakness and had no other choice!

"Crown Prince Xuan came to meet me."

However, since the second brother said that he had come to the sect of a great master of magic, he would have to see how powerful he was. If he could...

"yes!"

The eunuchs on both sides took the order to retreat.

"Father!"

The prince of Wuji Kingdom sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.

Is this dream true or false? His father died three years ago, and now he became a monster?

The face of the prince of Wuji Kingdom was constantly changing.

"Your Highness, the king invites you to meet you."

At this moment, the eunuch sent an order.

Upon hearing this, the prince of Wuji Kingdom's pupils shrank, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

But there was no way. No matter whether the king was true or false, he could not refuse him.

"I hope the dream is fake."

With a nervous mood, the prince of Wuji Kingdom entered the palace where Qiushouxian was located.

"Father."

"I am not your father, your father is dead."

Qiushouxian waved his hand to block the entire palace to ensure that no one was spying on it, and then said calmly, revealing a hint of helplessness, a hint of sadness, and a hint of indescribable guilt in his tone.

"What!? Is it true in the dream? You killed my father?!"

The prince was stunned by lightning and stood there for a long time before he realized.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and his anger surged into his heart, so he had no reason. He didn't care that the fake king in front of him was transformed by monsters, so he stepped forward and pulled the Qiushou Immortal.

"Oh, I'm sorry for you in this matter, but I'm also helpless. Now I have a way to return your father to the sun."

Qiushouxian sighed and was not angry at the prince's actions. As he said, he did owe a lot to the royal family of Wuji Kingdom.

Back then, the King of Dead Ghost was on an equal footing with him and sat on the dragon bed. He had a great trust, but in the end he never thought that he would do such a thing.

"You don't know that the second brother offended Manjushri Bodhisattva back then, and his uncle was controlled by Manjushri Bodhisattva."

Seeing that the prince had not let go, Qiushouxian continued.

"Manjushri Bodhisattva is a noble god and Buddha, how could the father offend him?"

The prince let go of his hand and still stared at Qiushouxian with red eyes, obviously not believing his words.

"Have you forgotten that five years ago, a monk came from the west and was finally tied up by his second brother and threw him in the Yushui River for three days and three nights?"

"Hmph! That crazy monk asked me to believe in Manjushri Bodhisattva in the country of Wuji and build 108 incense temples for him. My father didn't kill him on the spot, so he was already merciful!"

The prince snorted coldly.

Five years ago, a monk came to Wuji Kingdom and said such stupid words. How could the king agree?

The establishment of the Wuji Kingdom is reliable for the people of the whole country, and all the civil and military officials of the court. What does it matter to Manjushri Bodhisattva? He would consume the wealth of the whole country and plunder the wealth of the people to build a temple for him. How could the king agree?

The reason why the human race can gain a foothold is not because of gods and Buddhas, but because of the hard work of generations of human race ancestors!

"Wait, that monk is related to Manjushri Bodhisattva?"

"That's true. That monk is his incarnation. I have already explained it to my second brother in my dream. If the confidence of Manjushri Bodhisattva is not solved, don't come to Wuji Kingdom. Being a ghost is better than being distracted."

Qiushouxian shook her head helplessly.

...

"Master, my elder brother really has his own difficulties."

In Baolin Temple, the Dead King opened his eyes and escaped from his dream.

"What's the hardship?"

"Manjushri Bodhisattva imprisoned all the green-haired lion clan in Mount Wutai. If the eldest brother does not obey orders, the green-haired lion clan will destroy the clan..."

The Dead King said everything.

"What a shameless Manjushri Bodhisattva! He wanted to build a temple when he spoke. He was not a robber, but he was even more fierce than a robber! The robber robbed people, and he was talking and robbed a country!"

Bai Jingjing said angrily that she was originally a human race, but after being killed by a robber, she absorbed the Yin Qi and turned into the White Bone Spirit. However, the memories of being a human race have always existed.

"Let him come! My old grandson beat him to death with a stick!"

"Zhi Mom! This guy is so shameless!"

"Hmph, I, an old pig, have been in the heavenly mortal world. Such shamelessness is unprecedented!"

"Don't worry, my junior brother, I'll make the decision for you, Wutai Mountain, right? I'll go and wash his temple bloodily!"

...

The big monsters were furious after hearing what the Dead King said.

Although their demon clan also robs and kills people, they never avoid it. If I kill, I will kill them. The strong will survive the fittest!

But Buddhism gives you a bunch of high-sounding words, using a soft knife to cut your flesh! This shameless behavior is not ashamed of the Three Realms.

"Master, what should I do? My junior brother is so angry."

"Brother is right. If he dares to agree, he will put it into a bottle and turn it into pus!"

As the two of the gold and silver boys said, they took out the mutton fat jade bottle and the purple gold and red gourd.

The brothers and sisters around them all closed their mouths, for fear that they would be taken in by these two great clever men.

After all, now everyone knows that the IQ of these two products is worrying.

"Of course someone will solve this problem, we can just wait and see the show."

Tang Sanzang took out the jade talisman that contacted Zhen Yuanzi.

"Junior Brother Zhen Yuanzi took action, and capturing Manjushri Bodhisattva was like taking a side dish!"
Chapter completed!