Wu Bu, who was ignored by the ghost, couldn't help but look annoyed.
He was young and frivolous, and was deeply favored by his sect master. He had been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, adhering to the rules and regulations of the righteous way, and had always looked down on these evil and treacherous ways.
He couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Don't think that you are a great hero just because you are a Shiki ghost beside the young master. Why are you so proud? I am very different from a ghost like you. In the future, I will become a man of the Thirteen Swords. I am destined to...
You must live under the light of the righteous path. A sin-ridden ghost like you is not worthy of talking to me."
Hongying turned half of her face, and the black gauze covering her face was blown up by the wind, revealing her pale chin and lips.
The bridge of his tall and heroic nose was wrapped in layers of blind tape, which was as wide as a palm, covering almost half of his face.
She curved the corners of her pale lips: "Little kid, you came to talk to me first. I never thought of talking to you. Why did you have a problem with me instead? You are also so rude in front of your sect leader.
Does it make sense?”
"you--"
"And..." Hongying smiled coldly: "Wanting to become the Thirteen Swordsmen is not just a matter of words. At least, no one among the Thirteen Swordsmen I know can only rely on the Lei Wu given by the sect master.
The magic gun shows off its majesty, but without this gun in your hand, with your mere Kaiyuan realm strength, do you really think you can withstand Youguilang's look attack?"
Wu Bu was extremely angry: "I am only twenty this year, and I have only been practicing for more than ten years!"
Yuukiro is a great ghost who has lived for three thousand years.
Hongying suppressed the smile on her lips and said coldly: "That Miss Fang family is only sixteen years old tonight, but she is able to fight against Yougui Lang by herself without fear of retreating. Just with this mentality, you can
Not as good as her."
Wu Bu's complexion alternated between red and white, and he was unable to say a word.
The towering towers and swaying jade trees.
The green yin fire illuminates the fairy city that never sleeps, and the silent and deserted house seems to be burning under the night.
Practitioners from all over the city looked at the distant Bone Mountain with different expressions.
On the platform of Xianling, the slightly drunk Empress Junhuang, who was lying on the cold stone, slowly opened her eyes.
Those dark, dark eyes were no longer as warm as the spring rain on the road, and there was an inexplicable cold look in his eyes looking toward the west.
In front of the case, Miss Si Xi, who was lowering her head and writing something seriously, also raised her head, her clear eyes flickered slightly, and her voice was slightly cold: "This letter of love is a bit too restless. Under the eyes of the empress,
How dare you use such devious tactics."
Empress Jun swayed the wine glass in her hand and said calmly: "That old guy Taiyin is really good at hiding his eyes."
Qingxuan's voice sounded a little angry: "The Ghost Weeping Bead comes from the underworld. It is a deceptive eye that confuses the pure and turbid air of Yin and Yang. That Fengqing dared to use the power of this Ghost Weeping Bead to deceive the empress. It accumulated over three thousand years."
He's so courageous when he's like a mountain of bones!"
The strange color in the Queen's eyes disappeared immediately, and she slowly raised her brows, unable to comment.
Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then she put down the red sandalwood wolf hair in her hand and said solemnly: "My Lady, even if Feng Qing is the gatekeeper of the Bronze Gate, she can never stay any longer."
The Queen Mother Jun looked at the nightless fairy city below her. She was quiet for a long time, and then she slowly let out a sigh. A faint arc appeared on her lips, but deep in her eyes, there was something hidden that no one could decipher.
of deep shadows.
"If you can't stay any longer, then I won't stay."
Qingxuan felt a little surprised and stunned. Although Youguilang Fengqing was extremely evil, he was still of great use to the empress.
She didn't like Youguilang's cruel and murderous temperament, and she couldn't stand it in her eyes.
But she never thought that the empress would really give up a useful ghost chess so easily.
Since the empress said she would not stay, Yougui Lang was naturally at the end of his strength.
Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that the Queen Emperor took a sip of the cold wine in the cup and lay back lazily, without any intention of taking action.
She hesitated for a while, unable to guess what the empress was up to, so she called softly: "Empress, do you need Qingxuan to take action?"
She saw the empress waving her hands in low spirits: "It's just a little thing who can't stand on the stage. Why worry too much about it? There will naturally be well-behaved and sensible children to clean him up. Qingxuan, you are already a lot older.
If you don’t have to worry about it, just worry about it less.”
Qingxuan, who had been depressed for a long time because of his age, was really speechless.
If You Gui Lang is a little guy who can't stand on the stage, how can he dominate the world for three thousand years, kill at will, and make the talented practitioners who have emerged in succession over the years famous and feared.
Nowadays, there are just some late-born children in the city. Why do you have so much confidence in them, Madam, that they can accept this evildoer?
Although she, the female official in Kunlun Jingxu, did not like to be in charge of worldly affairs, seeing her heartless appearance, she could not help but feel a little sympathy for the little guys in the city.
Taking out an astrolabe, the lady officer held a skeptical attitude and tried to deduce it.
When the deduction was over, she couldn't help but be stunned, and it was quite unexpected.
The ghost in the west, his fate has been determined.
There is really no life at all, ghosts and spirits are extinguished, yin disappears and yang emerges.
Yougui Lang will die!
How could such a ridiculous conclusion be drawn?
Qingxuan has always been confident in his divination and deduction skills, so there is no way he can make any mistakes.
She looked complicated for a long time before saying, "My Lady, if Feng Qing dies, who can hold the key to the Bronze Door for your Majesty?"
The Queen Mother Jun smiled softly and said: "The little paper ball from Zhongyouli, the kid next to him is pretty good."
Qingxuan was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "I really don't know if this is cause and effect, or bad fate."
The Queen just smiled and said nothing.
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The Ghost Crying Bead hidden somewhere in the earth was finally born. No one could be more excited and joyful than Ying Xiu. Even the original intention of taking Ghost Lang as the new heroic spirit couldn't help but be completely shattered.
After all, in front of the pupil of the Taiyin Emperor, the mere Yougui Lang is naturally not worth mentioning.
Ying Xiu's figure moved sideways, and the black energy around him turned into pieces of black crow feathers, which were about to fly towards the huge skeleton.
You Gui Lang's eyes were pondering. Devil May Cry Pearl had awakened in advance and there was no trace of panic in his eyes. It was as if the sudden change over there was already under his control.
He tapped the ghost drum lightly with his skinny fingers, and in an instant, the sound of the drum was like the roar of a giant whale in the deep sea, and a huge drum shadow was like a tomb approaching the world, and with a bang, it moved towards the thousands of black feathers to suppress it.
There was an explosion-like sound in the space.
The ground shook, and the black feathers dispersed. The drum shadow contained extremely terrifying murderous intent. Yingxiu had no choice but to reveal his true body, and quickly retreated under the drum shadow. The red robe hunting coat pulled out a strip in the dark night.
Long shadow line.
You Gui Lang sat comfortably on the huge concrete ghost drum, playing with the small human skin drum in his hand. He looked over with a sinister look and saw Master Gui Sword, who was bleeding continuously from his forehead and had a cold face. The corners of his lips raised an indifferent expression.
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