Wang Fu made up his mind and kept an eye on the movements of the Shanhua siblings, thinking that just when he turned around, they were gone.
Duanmu Guo'er and Qingming were nowhere to be found, and they were nowhere to be found in the various locations of the solar terms hall.
The Son of Luck comes and goes without a trace. If he wants to hide his whereabouts, not even Duanmu Guoer and the others, even Wang Fu can do it.
Wang Fu's heart sank. Oh no, it has already started.
"Where did you go?"
Playing against Wang Fu, I was worried that the siblings would cause a catastrophic disaster and leave the Jieqi Hall in the dark.
"How long have I lived?"
Guiyuan Sheng pointed at the mourning ghost beside him and asked him feebly.
Sanggui shook his head, "I don't know, I served you later." Guiyuan Sheng nodded, "Yes, none of the old friends who accompanied me are left now."
He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself, "They say that old age is a thief. I am also considered the longest-lived old thief ghost among the ghosts in the ten directions." "Sheng Guiyuan, why are you so sentimental today?
,Did you calculate something?"
The mourning ghost was not polite and directly addressed the master by his name.
Oni Yuan Sheng chuckled and said, "Yes, I have calculated it. It is my death day, and it will be in the near future."
Hearing this, the mournful ghost hurriedly took a few steps back and bowed respectfully to Guiyuan Sheng.
When Guiyuan Sheng took a look, he knew this scene very well. It was exactly the scene of mourning ghosts coming to the door to announce good news and mourning.
Over the past countless years, he has delivered scenes like this, and now it is his turn.
"Congratulations to Onibuchi Sage for his approaching death."
The mourning ghost looked solemn and began to chant.
The next moment, two rays of light and shadow fell from the sky, one was a trio and the other was a flower lotus, crushing the mourning ghost to pieces.
"coming."
Two figures landed on the ground. They were Mingshan and Hua Ling. They were only in the Jiuqu high realm, but they dared to attack and kill the dignified Gui Yuan Sheng.
"Old ghost, it's time for you to die."
With a murderous look on his face, Hua Ling pointed at him, and thousands of white lotuses bloomed on his fingertips, filled with holy light.
Guiyuan Sheng nodded, "I understand, are you two sending me on my way?"
Mingshan said to Hua Ling, "We don't have much time. Let's fight quickly."
It means that there is no need to talk nonsense with him, just kill Guiyuan Sheng and leave.
Hua Ling glanced at him sideways, "Do you still need to remind me?
"You are the wise eyes of the ghost tribe in the ten directions. If I kill you, the ghost tribe will be in chaos from now on, just like a blind man."
Hua Ling stared at Oni Yuansheng, "Hey, when the chaos begins, it's a wise man like you who will die."
Gui Yuansheng sighed, "Why don't you kill Zhi Ya?"
Zhi Ya is the only Shenji Celestial Master who has cultivated to Zhongtian Master, comparable to Gui Yuansheng, the Holy Hero among Ghosts.
"The time has not come yet."
Mingshan's word "Cherish" is like gold. He raised his hand and a sharp stone thorn came out, like a steep peak, breaking through the space in an instant and piercing into Guiyuan Sheng's body.
Oni Yuansheng did not resist or dodge, and allowed the stone thorns to penetrate his body and disappear into his body, his expression relaxed.
"I have finally waited for this moment."
His expression looked like he was waiting for relief, full of infinite joy.
Death, like the lover he had been waiting for, finally arrived too late.
Hua Ling stepped forward quickly, walked behind Gui Yuansheng, and swung her palms towards his body. Countless white lotuses emerged from the inside of Gui Yuansheng's body, grew into a lush mass, and submerged him and disappeared.
"Okay, today I killed Ghost Yuan Sheng, and the ghost tribe of Shifang suffered heavy losses."
The Shanhua siblings looked at each other and left quickly.
The white lotuses on the ground are in full bloom, and they are swaying gently in the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.
"Wise man, why aren't there any guards around?"
The camel's voice sounded. In the past, when he came here, there were guarding war ghosts everywhere, but today it was empty.
He got no response, and no mourning ghost came out to greet him, so he felt ominous.
The hemp-clothed camel walked quickly inside and kept saying, "Wise man, let me disturb you."
You actually have a reason for everything."
He was stunned.
Guiyuan Sheng, Manggui, has been extinct for a long time, leaving only a white lotus blooming on the ground.
The god camel knelt on the ground and kowtowed, stretched out his hand to crush each piece of white lotus, the juice was stained in his hands, and a ball of gray energy rotated, forming Bagua Tai Chi. "Jieqi Hall, Shanhua Sisters and Brothers."
The camel raised his head and said, "You killed the wise man and thought you could escape?"
"I am a master of divination. Even if you run away to the ends of the earth, you will not be able to save your life."
After the god camel stood up, he had only one thought in his mind, "Gather the ghost tribes from all directions, kill the culprit, and destroy the solar terms hall."
At the same time, among the ten branches of the Ghost Club, an old monster suddenly awakened.
"Oni Yuan Sheng is dead. This old guy is very clever. Who knows if he can use the opportunity to escape?"
"It's so dangerous. This trip is so dangerous that even he has to leave early."
"Large-scale ghost plague, good news. When ghosts and gods come, they must perish. Here is my chance to become a god."
"What is the solar term hall? If you can kill Sanyuan Tianshi and seize the priesthood for my use, you will have a greater chance of winning."
Grand ideas gathered from all directions, and finally condensed into a common will.
Destroy the Jieqi Hall and kill the Sanyuan Celestial Master.
When Wang Fu got the news, he was shocked at first and then calmed down.
Sure enough, everything about the Son of Destiny cannot be interfered with by human beings.
The death of Oni Yuansheng directly triggered a large-scale revenge by the ghost tribes in Shifang, during which many old ghosts returned.
The enemy that the Jieqi Hall has to face can be said to be an existence that can only be matched by the combined efforts of the True Immortal Palace and the Yunzhong Dao Palace.
That is an entire ghost civilization.
"Sacrifice, the Jieqi Hall and I are all your sacrifices?"
Wang Fu asked the question in the void, his target was the Shanhua siblings.
"You two have caused a big disaster."
Duanmu Guoer's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she was so panicked that she heard the strange movements of the ghost tribe in all directions, and she knew what had happened. Shanhua sister and brother knelt obediently in front of them, pulling their heads, as if
The way he made mistakes before and was punished.
Qingming is worried about Shuai, and constantly trains other members to discuss countermeasures.
Duanmu Guoer felt dizzy for a while, and the ghost tribes from all directions were approaching. How could they cope with it?
"Godmother, we didn't expect that we could succeed so easily."
Hua Ling said aggrievedly, "Sheng Guiyuan has a great reputation, but he turns out to be a silver-sharp spearhead who can kill him with just one move."
Next to him, Mingshan said, "We are heavenly masters now and can help you kill your enemies."
Duanmu Guoer took a look and saw that the sister and brother had made a breakthrough and were now Shaotian Masters.
It was originally a good thing, but now she couldn't be happy.
If this crisis is not handled well, the entire solar system will be wiped out.
"No, we must see the hall master and ask him to help."
Duanmu Guoer said this, but she didn't know what she was thinking.
That's the Ghost Tribe of the Ten Directions. This time, even the Nirvana Ghosts are moving. There is no shortage of the ten top ghost tribes. They are clearly here to destroy the family. "Qingming, you take the children and leave first. I will go and ask the hall master."
Duanmu Guoer is vigorous and resolute, so he arranges things to be done during the Qingming Festival.
However, Qingming hesitated, which was a desperate attempt to escape.
"Sister Mu, this is not okay. You want me to run away without fighting and take the child away?"
The two siblings, watching the conflict between Duanmu Guoer and Qingming, cowered into a ball.