Chen Xinghe ran forward in his arms with a big white goose.

It is precisely because of the female ghost fighting the Crazy Hell that this treasure sneaked out and swaggered across the market.

I saw an old oil lamp pressing upside down on the top of the head of the big white goose, and from time to time it stretched out its goose's mouth to hold its owner's purple clothes. It seemed to be very interested in the purple sash fairy clothes. Instead, it stretched its neck and looked at the Dijiang God Banner, and wanted to peck it with its mouth.

These two treasures are its targets, and one is also looking at its owner's forehead.

There is a sword pill forming there, which looks even more precious, and it wants to wait for an opportunity to grab it to supplement its shortcomings.

This big goose is the page used in the Life and Death Book to check whether the life span is logarithmic.

Zhuque said that this is the importance of it. This big goose can not only find treasures, but also suppress them. Chen Xinghe vaguely felt that this treasure is very important to him in the future.

Let’s not mention this big goose who is unwilling to be included in the race bag by the owner. Chen Xinghe quickly went to find Ling Shizi and Yuan Mengjue. Their situation is now in a worrying situation and needs help.

According to the direction calculated by Zhuque, he hurried away for a day and came over a city.

I saw black smoke rolling, hundreds of huge iron pots were set up in the city, and the monk Huangquan was soaked in a large pot and stewed like ribs.

Some people could not bear the pain, screamed and climbed up, and were immediately attacked by a long spear, and they were brought back to the pot and continued to stew on high heat.

Chen Xinghe released his spiritual sense and swept it away, immediately locked in the spirit spirit. Seeing him slowly sinking to the bottom of the pot, his soul was about to become a thick soup in the pot.

At this moment, it was extremely dangerous and there was no need to care about so many. He hurriedly threw away the storage talisman, causing hundreds of thousands of gold ingots to fall from the sky and smashed them to the big and small monsters waiting for soup in the city.

The roars came one after another, and dozens of large pots were smashed over.

The monk who was being boiled in the pot rolled and crawled out, and saw a faint golden light sweeping over. The ghost marks imprinted on them no longer existed, and their injuries improved. He knew that a master had come to rescue him.

In a blink of an eye, the golden ingots that hit the ground roared and flew up, colliding hard to explode into a strong fog, mixing with the thick smoke rising from the bottom of the pot, covering the field of view.

There are naturally powerful ghost cultivators in the city, and their movement speed is very fast. They raise their hand to shake off a large amount of fog and want to control the situation.

Chen Xinghe had rescued Lingshizi and sighed carefully.

The soul is seriously damaged. It seems that he is going to be sent to that secret realm to be buried. I hope he can use the most rare Feng Shui treasure land in the Huangquan Fortress to prosper.

"A master and servant will not let you be humiliated!"

The words fell and the roar sounded!

Chen Xinghe broke out, and he wanted to destroy the ghosts here and let these evil beings die completely.

"Who are you? You dare to come to my king's territory to play wild?"

The black big hand swept into the air, and thousands of gold ingots roared upwards, launching a fierce showdown in the air.

This black hand was so powerful that it actually broke through all obstacles and rushed towards Chen Xinghe.

"go!"

More gold ingots hit the big hand, fully confirming that more ants are gnawing to death.

The magical power of rhenizing gold has been greatly improved by Chen Xinghe.

Perhaps because he often controls metal to hit the enemy, he gradually understands many tricks, which greatly enhances the power of this magical power.

For example, in front of you, the gold ingots exploded one after another, and the damage was comparable to that of the Sky Thunder Pearl.

As long as the metal in his hands is endless and his mind is maintained above the midline, no enemy can get close to him.

At this moment, hundreds of big pots set up in the city turned into chains and locks towards ghosts, creating opportunities for the cultivators of the Yellow Spring to avenge their blood.

Some of the monks in Huangquan went to the bondage and rushed out immediately to vent their fear and anger these days.

Killing people is just a slightest step. These ghosts put them in a pot and stew them, which is unimaginable.

What's even more vicious is that it's too painful to prevent them from committing suicide under the control of the ghost seal. It's impossible to even die quickly. The strong hatred can be imagined.

Now that I have to escape from the disaster, it would be strange if I can let go of the ghosts in the city! Everyone is performing their best, squeezing out the last bit of spiritual energy in their body and killing him upside down.

Chen Xinghe raised his hand and threw out a large number of spirit stones, and the monks were overjoyed.

I guess I have to worry about the spirit stone again after this trip. The skeleton gold required by Shangxing Jianwan has reached the bottom line. If you consume the remaining metal on your body, you can still get more money and you won’t be able to make ends meet later.

The Ghost King roared, and Chen Xinghe smashed out six thousand storage talismans in one breath, and a "golden mountain" was piled up in the city, burying the Ghost King under as a free laborer.

Time is not long, and more ghost kings take action, and collisions are everywhere.

The cultivator Huangquan obtained the method of suppressing the ghost seal from Chen Xinghe. After getting rid of the terrible restrictions of the ghost seal, he closely united and rushed to the outside of the city.

Chen Xinghe escorted the metal. When everyone rushed out of the city wall, he sent out a batch of spirit stones to point out the direction of the mining area, and then flew away.

In the heart of the Ghost Kingdom where crisis is everywhere, these people must be more united if they want to survive. As for the future, it depends on themselves.

If you can, please help me, but Chen Xinghe is not a nanny, he still has to rescue Yuan Mengjue.

As for Xiong Dayue, Lu Fanggui and others, it is very likely that they are dead, otherwise Zhuque would not have ignored it.

Time was tight, so Chen Xinghe took out the Dijiang divine banner again, and the dai-touge plied the banner pole with his mouth and refused to spread it.

"Stop making trouble, I have something urgent."

The oil lamp spoke: "Give it, the dai-headed goose can slightly increase the power of the treasure, about half a century, and your speed will become faster."

"Oh?" Chen Xinghe was skeptical.

After letting go, the dai-touge sucked the Emperor Jiang Divine Banner in one mouthful, and a tuft of black fluff appeared on his forehead. The power of the Emperor Jiang Divine Banner in his spiritual sense has indeed increased, which is almost the same as the level that can be achieved after careful sacrifice and refining for 10 or 20 years.

"Yes, I didn't expect this stupid goose to be so good."

Chen Xinghe carried the dazed goose behind him, and each person and goose were rushing at lightning, crossing the border of the Ghost Kingdom at a very fast speed.

Two days later, I entered the Ghost Moon Dynasty and spent five days moving to the northern ghost city to find the right place, but I was stunned when I saw it.

Yuan Mengjue was sold to the palace, surrounded by a large formation here, and his defense was quite tight.

"Oh no! It's hard to force the attack into it, it's best to disguise yourself as a ghost and sneak in."

"But my life is deliberately hidden under my will. Ordinary ghosts cannot see through it, but they cannot hide it from the level of the Ghost King."

"Forget it, time doesn't wait for anyone, let's get in first."

Chen Xinghe was also brave, pretending to be a hunchbacked ghost, and ran to the back door of the ghost mansion to help carry the wine jar.

This wine is made of boy blood. The bloody forbidden area is not without living people, but living people are born like pigs and sheep, not knowing how to speak, not knowing words, not knowing etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame.
Chapter completed!