It took a lot of effort to search the netherworld to get out two Yang Returning Grasses, wander among the ghost kings from all walks of life to help Qin Yifeng thread the needle, and even personally command Fu Qing to insert the first knife to Chen Li, and the mastermind behind the scene, the Inspiration King, appeared.

Qin Yifeng just sighed lightly and didn't make any more movements. Although the demon clan is a local outlier, the battle of the Holy Land was demolished by the Rescue Bureau and Chen Li, and most of the demon saints are still suspicious of the Rescue and Protection Department. If it weren't for the King of Inspiration taking the lead in stabbing Chen Li down the altar with Fu Qing, I'm afraid the demon clan wouldn't have followed the next plan at all. Even so, the resources that the demon clan was willing to invest were still the least among the three parties, and they only sent the white-bone demon saint and the eight-clawed demon saint who were not very bright-minded to lead the low-level demon clan to obey Qin Yifeng's command.

In this case, Qin Yifeng was still reluctant to mobilize stronger ghosts, why? Just to prevent the King of Inspiration from repeating his old trick to stage a good show of backstabbing on himself.

Cultivators and ghosts can be said to be different, and they can make do with each other because of their interests. For the inspiration king who has reached out to the world with his tentacles in the open, Qin Yifeng has always been vigilant. This ghost king, who laughs like a philistine, looks harmless to humans and animals, repeatedly concedes profits in the trade between the human world and the netherworld, and does his best to win the favor of the official. Qin Yifeng believed that its purpose was not as simple as opening up the trade channel between the two realms.

If it weren't for the plan, only the Inspiration King of Jiaoyou Broad could get it, and Qin Yifeng would not hesitate to kick it out of the layout.

In the end, my hunch came true. I don't know what deal Chen Li made with the Inspiration King, but the Inspiration King, who took Chen Li from the pit to the end, actually stood aside with him!

"Director Chen, since you insist on not being willing to compromise, why do you want to collude with ghosts?" Qin Yifeng said in a deep voice.

"Good birds choose trees to perch on! I didn't say that I like to slap myself in the face the most, what I said must count!" Chen Li smiled and slashed his belly with a knife, groped for a while and found a place to cut it.

"Tsk, no wonder my stomach hurts lately, it's all inflamed!"

Chen Li threw away the appendix, and a small mechanism rolled out of it.

"Look, pinch the intestine tube with your hand for a while and it will grow back!" Chen Li inserted one hand deep into his abdomen, while proudly explaining: "I have experience, it only takes a minute!"

"Could it be that what Director Chen said to me before was all prevarication? Director Chen would rather believe in ghosts and ghosts than in his compatriots?" Qin Yifeng frowned, and there was a deep sense of disappointment in his words.

"Gongzi Qin, although our elder brother and brother are screaming, I don't dare to treat you as a brother!" Chen Li waved his free hand and said, "You are a famous son, I am a guashan bandit, far from it!"

"Could it be that Director Chen is resentful because of the discriminatory discrimination of Guashan in the monastic circles? Although it is said that the disaster will not affect the children and grandchildren, the actions of the predecessors of Guashan ......"

"Stop, stop, I'm not so stingy. Isn't it just that when I was a child, I suffered more and suffered more? Didn't Lao Tzu also block the mountain gate of a famous family, and that breath would have disappeared a long time ago! Even if there were any grievances on Lao Dao's side, Lao Tzu would naturally help him settle them one by one, and he would not be so troubled by middle age. ”

"I hope Director Chen can give Qin a reasonable explanation!" Qin Yifeng bowed his hand and returned the parting sword to the sheath.

"Fatty, aren't you in a hurry?" Chen Li asked, looking up.

"Director Chen, please feel free. The Inspiration King looked at the fierce battle on the opposite side and smiled: "Since we want to talk, why don't I let everyone calm down first, sit together and talk slowly!"

Liu Guanxi was staggered, and the Xuanwu Star God had been shattered into explosion-proof glass, and he was about to be played by the eight-clawed tentacles. First of all, in his heart, he scolded the guy who installed the back door in Tianluo Net from Chen Li to the Rescue Bureau, and Liu Guanxi put his palms together, intending to liberate part of the seal regardless of Qin Yifeng's interference.

At this moment, a strange-shaped hammer fell from the sky, accurately passing through the many swinging tentacles and landing on the top of the eight claws' heads, striking a dull sound on the soft ball of flesh.

The eight claws were furious, and their tentacles stabbed into the sky in unison, trying to find the despicable who had been hurt by the Dark Hammer.

A short swarthy Taoist priest with a Taoist robe and a crown walked out beside Liu Guanxi, and said, "Powerful and unwise, the genus of beasts!"

Liu Guanxi looked at it, it was the ghost forging Taoist who forged the treasure sword lotus flower and provided Yang Jingru with an antidote.

The Ghost Forge smiled kindly at Liu Guanxi, flipped his palm, and the lines around the hammer shone brightly, lifting it into the air and smashing it on the head of the eight claws again.

The eight-clawed head collapsed, and the landing point of the hammer magically emptied a piece and shifted to the other half of the head. However, as if it had eyes, the hammer made a turn in mid-air and flew straight towards the place where the first hammer hit, and still hit the target.

This was repeated five or six times, and even though the eight-clawed body was tough and silky, it could not withstand the concussive blow of the hammer, and it was hammered from the edge of the lake to the center of the lake. The eight tentacles no longer swing but coil around their heads, forming layers of cushioning to mitigate the impact of the hammer.

Liu Guanxi couldn't help but open his mouth wide as he watched his opponent who was almost desperate being played like a whack-a-mole by the Ghost Forging Daoist.

"Haha, don't be surprised, the old Taoist is mainly engaged in forging, and what he is best at is beating stubborn iron. This kind of monster that doesn't use force and wisdom is a good target, and if it is invulnerable, it will be subdued by the veteran hammer. Ghost Forging said proudly: "This broken drum hammer is an immortal weapon created by Lao Dao's collection of rare materials from the human netherworld and the fusion of Lao Dao's lifelong forging experience. Although it is not a weapon, it is better than most divine weapons!"

"Broken drums and 10,000 pounds, this is the unprecedented weapon you mentioned earlier, old ghost?" Chen Li asked curiously across the lake.

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Ghost Forging scolded with a smile: "I usually use a broken drum hammer to beat iron and forged steel, and it is not impossible for you to say that it is a weapon." The hammer body pattern has eighteen patterns that absorb the power of the ghost qi, and there are also mechanisms that specifically store the anti-shock power. Every time you hit the iron embryo, the drum breaker will superimpose part of the power of the last beat, absorbing the surrounding scattered ghost qi force and feeding back to the owner. The hammer head is more spiritual, once it hits, it will automatically remember, and the owner will continue to hit the same part before changing the direction, which is really a powerful weapon for striking iron!"

"The Treasure Knife Lianhua you snatched from my treasury last time has the function of absorbing the power of the Scattered Dao, but the blade is cut off, and the space of the blade is limited, so I don't have the function of stacking force and fixing one. ”

"Wow, are there many such good things, give me the whole one!"

"Lianhua is my experimental work before forging the broken drum hammer, and the technology is not a problem, and the materials have been spent. Ghost Forging said regretfully: "One of the main materials, the sycamore branch, is now only the Demon Saint Phoenix Bird may still be kept, why don't you go to the Demon Clan's Holy Land and bring me some back?"

"Tsk, that means my devil shakes the g-spot eighteen-year-old real person inverted virgin terminator can't do it?"

"Can you bring your divergent thinking talents into play!"

There was still chatting here, and the Jianmei Dao people saw that Liu Guanci had the help of the ghost forging Dao people, and they were finally able to put their hearts and minds on the enemy.

The wooden sword and the bone sword clashed, but the sound of gold and jade colliding was made.

Obviously, it is just a wooden sword made of roadside miscellaneous wood, but in the hands of the Jianmei Dao people, it exudes a unique luster of gold and iron. The bone sword in the hand of the White Bone Demon Saint was not far behind, and with the collision with the wooden sword, it took off its miserable white skin, revealing a jade-like material.

People like the White Bone Demon Saint are generally called Hanhan, which means that their minds are not very bright. But the difference between Hanhan and Zhouzhou is that Zhouzhou will focus on doing something, regardless of pay and return, and face what he wants to do with a burning attitude.

(It was Zhou Zhou, not Lang Lang, a congenital fool, an outstanding conductor worthy of respect.) ）

The Sword Mei Dao and the White Bone Demon Saint are both Tie Hanhan in their respective areas of focus, one integrates all the Dao techniques and even life into the sword to create the Dao Sword Technique, and the other constantly absorbs the bone to improve the bone in order to be reborn.

Jianmei Daoren raised the wooden sword and shouted softly: "Kun Yin Ze is sleepy, Water Dragon Sword!"

The wooden sword was thrown into the lake, and when it rose again, it was already a transparent water dragon with beard, scales and claws. The water dragon roared and pounced towards the White Bone Demon Saint, and a little cold light appeared in its mouth.

The White Bone Demon Saint shouted angrily, and the white jade bone sword hit the tip of the water dragon's tongue, and the water splashed away only to find that it was the wooden sword hidden in the water dragon.

"Taibai Tibetan Gengjin, Jin Ruijian!"

Yang Jingru had used the Jin Rui Fu when he had killed the Yin Slayer Ghost and the Leech Spirit before, and this was what Liu Guan had asked him to do by pressing the head of the Sword Mei Daoren. Because he is not good at Dao skills other than swordsmanship, the Sword Mei Daoist is to fill the blank talisman painted by Chen Li with a wisp of sword qi to achieve the same effect, and the effect is not significant.

The sword is a weapon of murder, and the main battle killing, and the qi of Taibai Gengjin just complements each other. A white light burst out from the fingertips of the Sword Mei Daoren, striking the wooden sword to inspire infinite ferocity.

The wooden sword shone brightly, rubbing the bone sword and piercing the eye socket of the White Bone Demon Saint. The White Bone Demon Saint's twin swords were crossed, and he resisted the Jin Rui Sword to prevent it from going any further.

The Jin Rui Sword itself is made of wood, while the Jin Ke is wooden. It's just that the wooden sword of the ordinary branches can still be maintained when it is penetrated by the Gengjin Qi, and it is overwhelmed by the white bone demon saint with two swords against the internal and external forces, and it bursts into wisps of wooden fibers.

Jian Mei Dao didn't care, and pinched the sword trick and said: "Vermilion Bird gives feathers, Nanli Open Fire Sword!"

The sawdust in the sky was aroused by the fire of the Vermilion Bird, and it immediately turned into a thin sword and flew away, revealing the appearance of the firebird on the head of the White Bone Demon Saint.

"No, Ah Jian, I lied to you! That's the chick pecking Mitu, not the phoenix's intention!"

I saw the burning sawdust sword constantly swimming, forming a fat and cute little animal in the air, and when the wings fluttered, it would fall to sparks. The most peculiar thing is that the little fat chicken still has a circle of light on its head, the kind that is placed vertically.

"When you paint, you have to take into account the relationship between the perspective, not let you copy it directly, stupid!" Liu Guanxi roared angrily, eager to immediately summon a Vermilion Bird Star God to copy homework for the Jianmei Daoist.

"Is that so? It doesn't matter, the temperature is the same. ”

The little fat chicken Suzaku seems to be harmless to humans and animals, and the hot wind blowing when it swoops down makes people almost suffocate. Nanming left the fire and attached to every sawdust, and the White Bone Demon Saint had to dismantle dozens of ribs to form a shield to block the little fat chicken that turned into a rainstorm pear blossom needle.

"Houtu Houde ......"

"Stop, it's stopped over there!" a slightly resentful voice came out from under the Kenmei Daoren, followed by a ghost wrapped in black cloth.

"Two to one, then I'm going to rub one more sword......

"You can't understand people? No, you can't understand nonsense?"

Chen Li waved his hand at the Sword Mei Daoren and raised the iron sword high.

"I've got a good iron sword, hack it to death!"

Chen Li made a fuss, and the Sword Mei Dao people put down the sword trick that had been pinched. Tonight is full of changes and the situation is turbulent, and it is really not a good time to be strong. The previous chase and beating of the White Bone Demon Saint was just annoyed that it dragged its hands and feet and put Liu Guanxi in danger, since Chen Li's side had stabilized the situation, it was inconvenient to fight again.

The Night Ghost was originally invited by the Inspiration King to help, and the task was only to separate Chen Li's subordinates and Qin Yifeng's helpers. I didn't expect the unconcerned Jian Mei Dao people to be so fierce, and they pressed and beat the famous two stunned white bone demon saints of the Shang Demon Clan, causing it to have no room for interference at all.

Seeing that the Jianmei Dao people had played several tricks in the recycling of the wooden sword, and they would not let go of it even if it was burned to ashes and continue to fight, the night ghost hurriedly jumped out to fulfill his duties as a peacemaker, so as not to make an excuse for the King of Inspiration to deduct the reward.

"Oh, you have a lot of friends, fat man! The last time I saw you, I said that I was united by the ghost king, isn't this a fraud of my advertising money?"

Another ghost composed of sickles appeared beside the King of Inspiration, faintly guarding Qin Yifeng, who was standing with his hands tied.

"This bitter sickle is the new ghost king, and I just made friends with it!"

"Hey, how come there is still the breath of a phoenix bird...... Chen Li looked at the bitter sickle suspiciously, not sure what this ghost king had to do with Miss Sparrow.

Speaking of which, the bitter sickle was also lucky, not only did he get away with his life under Miss Sparrow, but also carried a phoenix bird feather, and immediately after rolling back, he sold miserably according to Miss Sparrow's plan and asked to see the boss and said that there was important information.

The ghost king who lurked in the world saw that this unlucky child was about to burn out, and after making sure that there was no threat, he took it back to his lair and planned to interrogate it carefully, and by the way, he ate this subordinate to replenish some ghost energy.

Taking advantage of the boss's unpreparedness, the bitter sickle threw the phoenix feather on it and set it on fire, and in one fell swoop hit the ghost king who was suppressed by the human world. The next step is to kill the weak boss and replace him, and from then on to the peak of ghost life...... But no.

The seriously injured ghost king was furious, took out the spare ghost energy battery from the nest and connected it to his body to charge it, and said that if you dare to touch your uncle, you will die!

Unexpectedly, the ghost king actually had a life-saving means in the temporary den, and he waited for the ghost king to repair his injuries and hid in the corner shivering.

It just so happened that the King of Inspiration came to discuss the plan of action, and when he saw the remaining phoenix bird fire feathers on the ground, he punched the ghost king who angrily scolded the bitter sickle and the anti-bone boy to cripple, and dragged the bitter sickle over to make it mend the knife.

"I'll give you the safe space for promotion, and I can make up for any other materials you need. But you have to explain the origin of this phoenix feather, and listen to me for the next ten days!"

The smile of the King of Inspiration's fat accumulation bitter sickle still remembers now, especially terrifying.

"In ten days, you can go back and be the king of the mountain in its place, or stand on your own, I just want you to be honest and obedient during this time!"