After listening to the words of Qijie and Di Ting, Su Heng immediately glanced at the Netherworld Ghost King, what happened before, they didn't know, only this old ghost had been staying by the side, what happened, I'm afraid only this old ghost himself knew.

The Netherworld Ghost King saw that everyone was looking at him curiously, and he was overjoyed, listening to the meaning of the Seven Rings and Di Ting, which seemed to be a bit of a mistake, this is a good opportunity, the time has come to show his worth, the Netherworld Ghost King thought about it, and looked serious: "I don't know why, today by the Lechuan River, when I saw this nine-headed black black, I suddenly felt that there was an indescribable fate, as if there was always an inseparable connection in the underworld, so I threw a drop of essence blood to the chicken leg to feed it, and then such a change happened." ”

The Netherworld Ghost King deliberately emphasized the two words of essence and blood, he Netherworld Ghost King is also useful, not eating white food, he works hard to cultivate every day, and his ghost body is transformed from virtual to real, almost no different from the human body, he has condensed the essence blood, and his essence blood can help Jin Wu complete the transformation, which is a good thing, so everyone had better be polite to me in the future, otherwise I will get angry and even fight myself.

"Chicken legs?" Qijie thought for a moment, the consumption of chicken legs has been a bit large recently, and people and ghosts are eating it, and now even a bird has started......

"It's better to eat less of this chicken thigh. Di Tingting said on the side, it thinks this thing is quite evil, well, eat less next time......

After hearing this, Qijie handed over a chicken leg: "Eat some, just eat less." ”

Di Ting: "......"

The Nether Ghost King looked at the crowd and listened to their words, and felt sad for a while, why was everyone's attention focused on the chicken legs? Could it be that no one had discovered the essence blood he had focused on?

The Netherworld Ghost King had a dark face, and someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, he turned his head to look and saw the gloomy face of Old Man Yan, who was staring at himself with a pair of bright eyes.

Old man Yan's expression was excited, he was the only one who didn't pay attention to the chicken legs, he didn't expect that the essence blood on this Nether Ghost King would be of such use, it seemed that he didn't study it well last time, and he would have to study it again next.

The Netherworld Ghost King looked at Old Man Yan's eyes, he instantly understood, at this moment, there was a feeling of tears in his eyes, the feeling of being cared for, it was so good, even if this man had bad intentions, he always wanted to do all kinds of strange experiments on him......

A clear sound sounded in the sky, attracting everyone's attention, and in the sky, the thick flames began to shrink sharply, gradually revealing a rudimentary shape, very similar to the golden crow, but a little different, it seemed to be bigger, more majestic, surrounded by fire, circling around the sky.

"It's ...... Vermilion Bird?" Qijie's face changed greatly, and he blurted out, one of the four divine beasts, Suzaku, and the existence of the same name as the Xuanwu in the underworld, although Xuanwu is currently ridden by the little girl as a turtle every day, and it has not yet reflected its value, but this Vermilion Bird is one of the four divine beasts, and it is naturally extraordinary.

The Netherworld Ghost King was also dumbfounded, so I fed a chicken leg casually, and this golden crow became a Vermilion Bird?

Di Ting also looked confused, it stared blankly at the sky, there was a chicken leg bone on the ground, it looked at the Vermilion Bird, and thought to himself, why am I here? When did I come here? Why is there still a Vermilion Bird here?

Su Heng looked at the Vermilion Bird calmly, raised his slap very calmly, and rubbed it calmly, wait a moment to see if this Vermilion Bird is honest or not, if it is not honest, then slap it to death calmly.

Suzaku waved its fire wings in the air, and during the wave, countless sparks fell from the sky, like a rain of fire, falling into the Lechuan River, and after it soared in the air, it was a little complacent, it admired its beauty, and it felt that at this moment, everyone should look up to it.

Then, it noticed Su Heng, and some not-so-good memories came to mind, from the first time it was shot down with a bow, and then to being thrown into the water of the Lechuan River to soak, its whole body trembled, this is a ruthless person, and it can't be provoked......

Seeing the man rubbing his palm, the more Suzaku thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the thousands of meters of his body began to slowly become smaller, becoming only the size of a palm, and then fell honestly, staying on the bank of the Lethe River, motionless.

"This bird is so cute. Fortune rode a tortoise and walked with a rabbit in his arms, and looked happily at the palm-sized red feathers.

When Suzaku saw the little girl, he felt an inexplicable affinity, called a few times, waved his wings, flew over, and landed on the little girl's shoulder, very well-behaved.

When Zhaocai saw it, he was even happier, holding the rabbit in one hand and the Suzaku in the other, and laughed like a fool......

The rabbit glared at the Suzaku, and the rabbit's paws began to move again, and it wanted to say hello to its new companions, but after looking closely, it felt that the Suzaku was not easy to mess with, so it gave up for the time being.

The ghost king felt an inexplicable sadness when he saw it, this chicken leg was fed in vain, and he didn't remember it at all, he was really a white-eyed bird.

Old man Yan patted him comfortingly after seeing it, and said, "Don't be sad, go to my room." ”

The Nether Ghost King nodded, "Okay, wait a minute." ”

Old man Yan smiled: "It's not that I haven't done it, how is my technique, you should know best." ”

......

Outside Kyushu, in the realm of three thousand voids, within the vast void, a black coffin floated in the mist, the black coffin was not big, and ninety-nine chains were tied around it.

In this nothingness, the black coffin has existed for many years, day after day, nothing has changed, no one has ever discovered its existence, every minute and every second, it floats quietly in the fog, without a trace of movement.

I don't know how long it took, the black coffin finally moved, it shook slightly, as it shook, the chains outside also began to shake, the chains were bound to the middle, reinforced and strengthened, as if they didn't want to release the mysterious existence in the black coffin, and wanted to completely imprison it inside, but the black coffin shook a lot, and the black mist like thick ink overflowed from inside, turning into a big black hand, to pull those chains down.

Each chain was engraved with dense golden runes, and with the shaking of the black coffin and the pulling of the big hand, these runes resisted with difficulty for a while, and then one by one the runes began to shatter and turn into powder.

The ninety-nine chains didn't last long, and they were all pulled down one by one in a moment, and the black coffin was no longer restrained, floating, and a man's voice came from inside, which sounded in the void: "I don't know how Kyushu is now, I don't know if anyone remembers me now." ”

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It's been a long time since I've seen a classic book review, so let me copy it......