When Wang Fu opened his eyes, there was an old man sitting in front of him, wearing a cloud-white robe.
where is this place?
Wang Fu looked around, it was so vast, there was no daylight, and his heart was pounding.
Ghostland, a place that meets various conditions, is the only possibility.
The place he was in was a ghost land, and the identity of the old man in front of him was about to be revealed, a ghost.
The memory of just now came to Wang Fu's mind, and all the hair on Wang Fu's body stood up. The other person was the master of the big black hand, that tyrannical evil ghost.
Wang Fu's scalp was numb, his throat was dry, and he was sweating nervously.
"Don't be nervous, drink some tea to calm down."
The old man pointed in front of Wang Fu, and a teacup appeared out of the sky, steaming hot, flying straight towards him.
Wang Fu grabbed the teacup, neither drinking nor putting it away, which was quite embarrassing.
Forget it, just die and drink!
Wang Fu brought the tea cup to his mouth. Before he exerted any force, the liquid flowed into his mouth automatically, and instantly dispersed into thousands of thin streams and spread throughout his body.
"Kacha."
There was a slight movement in the body, which was the loosening of the bottleneck of the realm in the body. What followed was an overwhelming momentum, from five songs and ten turns in one breath, to six songs, eleven turns, and twelve turns...
"Could it be?"
Wan Wangfu's heart was beating loudly. Although he didn't know what was in the tea cup, it was true that his realm was constantly breaking through.
Seeing that he has reached the peak of the Nine-Bend Middle Realm, he is only one step away from the high realm.
However, the impact brought by the airflow has not yet exhausted.
"boom!"
In an instant, Wang Fu's mind went blank, as if he was trapped in the sage's time, and his body and soul were eager to fly away.
"Certainly."
The old man gave Wang Fu a heads-up and brought Wang Fu back to reality. He checked the condition inside his body and found that he had already reached seven songs and thirteen turns.
Jiuqu Gaojing is already Jiuqu Gaojing.
Wang Fu subconsciously looked into the cup and found that there was no residue left at all. He couldn't find out what the other party had fed him.
He couldn't help but worry in his heart. Behind the benefits were hidden costs. He was making rapid progress, and he didn't know what he would have to pay?
"This evil ghost lord, why did you come to me?"
Wang Fu calmed down and asked the other party.
"You don't recognize me anymore?"
The old man suddenly asked him with a smile, his tone was friendly, like an old friend for many years.
No impression!
Wang Fu shook his head, "I don't know you, did you admit the wrong person?
"Time changes, things change and people change, but a promise can connect you and me."
The old man sighed and asked, "Fellow Taoist, have you forgotten the agreement we made when we parted ways in Xiejiazhuang?"
Wang Fu felt a chill that seeped out from his bone marrow and instantly penetrated his muscles, bones, flesh and skin, making every hair on his body stand on end.
At this moment, he finally recognized the other party, Xie Shiju.
After the shock, countless real fragments came one after another to piece together the truth.
Xie Shiju was fake, but the old man and evil ghost in front of him was real. What he saw back then was just a show.
"You, Xiejiazhuang?"
Wang Fu was a little incoherent. He actually wanted to ask if Xiejiazhuang was a trap set by the other party.
"It was a smooth and natural blessing. I was fortunate to have foreseen it, fellow Taoist."
The old man bowed his hand to Wang Fugong and said, "Ghoul guard, I have seen fellow Taoist Wang."
A ridiculous scene emerged in Wang Fu's mind. Everyone met each other again as strangers, but they could still talk to each other as before.
"No reward for no merit, fellow Taoist, why are you here?"
Wang Fu didn't think that the other party's grandiose abduction of him and the use of spiritual liquid to enhance his realm were just because of an old friendship.
The other party is an evil ghost, a man-eating ghost, and is destined not to have much goodwill.
Wang Fu always remembers to view ghosts in the worst possible light, which is an iron rule for practitioners.
He roughly guessed that he had some value to the ghoul in some aspects.
"Fellow Taoist, do you still remember the promise we made back then?"
Wang Fu was dumbfounded. He still remembered that at the time he thought it was just a joke. Looking back now, it was simply ridiculous.
The other party is a great evil ghost, and he is many levels higher than himself. How can he use his speed?
"Fellow Taoist, please listen to me slowly. I am a ghoul ghost. I was a human for the first eighty years and a ghost for the next forty years. What I did was nothing but the status of a god."
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"When I was a human being, I couldn't live up to my expectations as an immortal, so I had to be a ghost and seek the status of a ghost or god to fulfill my wish."
"The ghoul guard is also one of the attendees at this important event in Kagakuten."
Wang Fu felt like he couldn't sit still. The old man in front of him was actually an elder at that level, so why did he come to see him?
"As an evil ghost, you have countless minions. If they can't help, I can't do anything."
Wang Fu argued, "Even if you promote me to a high level of Jiuqu, it is still far from enough for such a big situation."
The old man waved his hand and said, "Fellow Taoist, please listen to me. For the sake of the position of ghosts and gods, I once asked a Sanyuan Heavenly Master."
"The Three Yuan Celestial Master gave me guidance and asked me to find a noble person. He once said that this noble person is the key to my promotion to a ghost or a god."
Having said this, he looked at Wang Fu and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are this noble man."
Without the title of Sanyuan Celestial Master, Wang Fu felt that this meeting would be a black humor.
Wouldn't it be absurd for a majestic evil ghost to come to him for help?
However, when it came to the Sanyuan Heavenly Master, the situation was different. Wang Fu felt that he should have been plotted against.
"It's not convenient for my fellow Taoists to reveal, but when did you and Sanyuan Tianshi meet?"
"..."
Wang Fu was speechless when he heard the time announced by the other party. It was the night when he traveled through time and occupied Xiao Fu'er's body.
This was too much of a coincidence, it seemed that Wang Fu's appearance was predicted.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't dare to have the slightest doubt about Sanyuan Tianshi's words, and I ask you to help me."
The old man saluted politely, but Wang Fu knew that if he refused, the other party would immediately turn against him.
"But, I don't know how to help you?"
It took Wang Fu a long time to express his doubts. After all, this was the truth. His small body was not enough to fill the gap between the opponent's teeth.
"You don't need to do anything more. You just need to promise me personally that you are willing to help me immediately."
The old man thought of something and said, "By the way, Master Sanyuan is willing to serve as a witness. Although he is not present, he still left a word."
"I also ask fellow Taoists to recite it personally as a testimony of the Sanyuan Heavenly Master."
Wang Fu suddenly felt that this scene seemed very familiar, as if he had seen it more than once.
"I……"
Wang Fu suddenly realized, how could he not be familiar with it? He uses prayer scriptures to deceive people, using the same routine.
This sentence has bad intentions, either to plot against the ghoul, or to plot his king's fortune, or both.
Wang Fu was dripping with cold sweat. Looking at the old man's gentle face, he felt like he was in a dilemma in a deep valley.
"Fight."
Wang Fu opened his Life Fire Twins and pointed directly at the ghoul on the opposite side. This was his only chance to make a comeback.
"Fellow Taoist, you might as well think slowly, there is plenty of time."
The ghoul guard didn't notice anything wrong, but when he saw Wang Fu's eyes wandering, he was obviously questioning something.
In Wang Fu's sight, he saw the opponent's life candle. The red and white colors intertwined and merged with each other to create a huge pillar that reached the sky.
With the experience of ghost immortals, Wang Fu was not surprised by the length of the life candle, but he was quite curious about the color of the life candle.
People are red and ghosts are white, half white and half red, what exactly is going on?