"Brother, it's really not me who blows, let me tell you, in this realm, no one can resist my punch at all. Yuan Ming waved his fist, and a group of frolicking ghosts and ghosts directly above the river turned their heads to look at the two of them, another little doll who bragged about not making drafts.

With a single glance, Futu's whole person is about to fry, how can this Yuan Ming look like this? Such a catastrophic level guy dares to provoke casually? Come on, let's just come here and go around, okay? Big brother, don't you do anything.

Futu pulled Yuan Ming and was about to leave, and hurried out of here before these yin ghosts could go berserk.

"Hey, what are you doing, you let me go. Yuan Ming broke free from the pull of Futu, he stood here, he only felt very comfortable, now let him leave, what are you kidding?

"Little brother, come and play together. "The yin ghost looks very bold, holding an unknown deck of cards in his hand, and the three of them are most together, talking and laughing," Junko. ”

Yuan Ming was not afraid, and with a smile on his face, he pulled Futu and walked over there, Futu's steps were stiff, and his face seemed to have been tried by a spell, keeping a smile, which was really interesting.

"Here are some yin ghosts and ghosts that are even more terrifying than the black-robed adults, why don't you leave now, wait for them to be hungry, and when they go berserk, they will eat you?" Fu Tu asked angrily, why is this guy so unpopular? I'm saving you. My dear Brother Yuanming.

"No, I think they're all very kind, and they're all very kind. As he spoke, he beckoned to a ghost in the distance. Fu Tu was so frightened that he lowered his head as soon as possible to prevent being seen, and muttered: "You can't see me, you can't see me." ”

"Young man, don't learn from this guy, his poker skills stink to death, and it's not good to be scolded by other people. On the other side, a charming-looking woman tugged at her hair next to her earlobe.

"Then why don't you teach me, sister?" Yuan Ming leaned next to the woman.

"Senior, what are you doing?" asked Yuan Ming.

"How about playing cards, young man, do you want to learn it?" said the ghost uncle with a smile, and then pulled some spirit crystals from the other two.

"You kid. The beautiful sister who still had the charm was also slightly stunned, originally just to see him pleasing to the eye and help him sort out the dark wounds in his body, but he didn't expect that it would be such a ghost to break through, fate, wonderful!

"Thank you, pretty sister. Yuan Ming held the woman's arm and shook it.

"You little slippery head. The woman stretched out her hand and lightly touched Yuan Ming's forehead, chuckling.

With this finger, Yuan Ming only felt comfortable, and a cool breath mixed into his own breath, stretching out the nerves that he had been tense these days, and the realm was loosened, and with a flash of golden light, he was promoted to the fifteenth realm.

"This young man, why can't you let go of it like this?, and what about the shy little guy in my coffin?" the old man turned his gaze to the side of the floating slaughter.

"Ah, ah, hello senior. I, my name is Futu, the 362nd generation descendant of the purple-clothed priest Lingshen lineage. Futu shook his old bottom out like a bamboo tube.

"That's good. The female character scratched Yuan Ming's nose, what a cute child, the more you look at it, the more people like it.

Futu was broken on the side, and he still couldn't let go of some restraints.

What a coincidence.

"The ancestor has been dead for a long time, and his tombstone is in the forest of steles, and I heard my father say that it has been about 10,000 years. Fu Tu looked sentimental, his ancestor Lingshen was also an extremely powerful branch back then, even in himself, he still had the same strong Lingshen bloodline, holding up millions with one hand.

"Yo, it's still the little guy in the spirit god's vein, so let's have a chat. Is your ancestor spirit still there?" the uncle asked with great interest.

"This one was the first coffin guard of your ancestor back then, and he is your elder, you kid is really lucky. The woman also glanced at Futu with a little surprise.

No one saw it before, but now that I say it, I always feel that it is obedient.

"If you don't do it yet, do you want to watch that junior kid suffer?" the woman glanced at her uncle.

"You don't seem to have a full range of laws, huh?" The uncle could see the killing laws on Futu's body at a glance, and directly penetrated the problem, which was really vicious.

"Yes, except for a few minor issues. Fu Tu said with some embarrassment.

"Aren't you from his family, but you're going to make it up for him?" said the uncle.

"My God, this is really the predecessor of this kid's family. Yuan Ming was stunned, and Futu was also stunned, how could it be, how could they all be his predecessors? Are they taking advantage of themselves? He was a little confused.

"What are you anxious about, this kid didn't open his mouth to beg me, how can I say that he is also an old guy who has lived for tens of thousands of years, it's not good to be so shy and have a face. The uncle rolled his eyes, and he didn't look very good.

"How can you say that you are also a junior of your family, why do you speak so unpleasantly?" The woman was a little angry, as if this person was not the junior of this uncle, but the junior of this woman in the twentieth year.

"Okay, okay, don't engage in these fictitious things, I wanted to have a good chat with your kid, but I was disturbed by this dead girl. The uncle said angrily.

Grabbing his homeland, flipping his palms, he sat down in front of him and began to move continuously on the back of Futu.

Yuan Ming pushed the floating slaughter, signaling him to seize this good opportunity and repair his killing criteria.

"Ah, please also ask the seniors to help me fix my guidelines for me. Fu Tu respectfully kowtowed to the two seniors.

The killing criterion was forcibly summoned, and there was a phantom roaring in the air, standing in the void, looking left and right, and then saw the uncle who was making trouble, swinging the scythe is a slash, and wanted to kill the uncle.

"A little phantom who wants to kill me too? The uncle snorted coldly, grabbed this guy with his bare hands, pinched it hard, and crumpled the phantom into a ball, and there was a gray light flickering in his hand, and in no two or three seconds, the phantom was directly digested, and then thrown back into the body of the floating slaughter.

"Ah!!" Fu Tu stood up, the spear in his hand seemed to be uncontrollable, and he was about to move twice when he pulled it up, but he was directly pressed down by the uncle and stunned with one palm.

"Why is this kid so irritable? The uncle glanced at the back with a weak heart, and saw that there was no movement, so he was relieved.