Chapter Ninety-Four: The Ghost Mother Welcomes Her Relatives, and the Yellow Pavilion Raises the Corpse

"Alas... It's this big demon again, it seems that this time I can't say that I have to go to the West Heaven Buddha Country to go on a journey, since it's her, it's basically incomprehensible, and I don't know what else the Tang Empire has? If not, alas.... Millions of people have to be buried in this place with us, alas... Coupled with the cold power of the Blood Moon, alas... Forget it, do your best, and listen to the destiny of heaven!"

The old monk looked at the arrangement of two apprentices and muttered pessimistically alone.

I only listened to the bursts of suona sound resounding in the sky, and the cheerful music and pleasant rhythm made people feel happy.

The joy was accompanied by the sound of firecrackers.

This burst of confusion directly stunned Wu Chen, and he couldn't figure out what it meant, and at this moment, Wu Chen suddenly turned his head.

On the attic not far away, a burly old man looked at this place with blazing eyes.

But when Wu Chen saw the pattern on his body clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Because the old man's robe is depicted on a scene, the sky is full of thunder and thunder,

The fire was lit on the dry tree, and this scene is an allusion to the ancient man who drilled wood to make fire.

And now there are only a handful of people who can tattoo this pattern on the robe.

And now, this person has done just that, and it seems that the actual identity of the other party will definitely be shattered.

"Junior, Xitian White Horse Temple, Wu Chen has seen his senior!" Wu Chen didn't dare to be careless, and said respectfully with a standard junior salute.

"Good boy, yes, you are really a good seedling of cultivation, but you already have a teacher, otherwise, I would have accepted you as an apprentice a few years earlier, but it's a pity!" I saw the burly old Taoist covering his beard with satisfaction and exclaimed.

"The seniors praised it falsely," Wu Chen still said very respectfully.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense! I am the Nine Heavens Ying Lei Sect--Lei Jiuxiao, junior, listen well, although you killed the people of the Dao Sect. ”

Hearing this, Wu Chen couldn't help but become vigilant, people already knew that he had killed the people of the Daomen.

If you do it, it will inevitably be a death disaster, but for Wu Chen,

Even if it is a death robbery, he has to fight to the death, and it is not his style to be killed.

"Little guy, I just like your style, I know the gap and have to fight to the end, although I belong to the same sect as them, but because of different ideas. ”

"They think that we have to conform to the way of heaven, but I am different, I have not had a smooth life since I was a child, therefore, I don't believe in heaven, so their bullshit hexagram is pure bullshit for me. ”

"So you don't have to worry about it, maybe you are a bad person, but I don't care if it's not bad enough for me, I believe in my fist, it's my way, it's my way! Lei Jiuxiao didn't care about Wu Chen's self-directed narration.

"Wait, senior, let me interrupt, why are you telling me this?" Wu Chen suddenly interrupted.

"Because there will be a terrifying guy later, we can't stop it, and the original county may be destroyed because of this, so I'm going to entrust you with one thing. Lei Jiuxiao looked up at the sky and said in a daze.

"It's okay for you to say it!" Wu Chen said respectfully.

"You take this, and give this to my apprentice when you're done, he calls it 'robbery', he will go to you in three years, and you can tell him what happened. Lei Jiuxiao took out a black iron brand and said.

"Senior, it's a bit inappropriate for you to give a token to me, a person from the Buddhist sect, right?" Wu Chen asked.

"Buddha, do you believe that? I can see at a glance that you only believe in yourself, and those things of gods and Buddhas are not in your mind, so you can't be a person of Buddhism!" Lei Jiuxiao contemptuous at Wu Chen.

"Why do you say that?" Wu Chen asked in surprise.

"Because you and I belong to the same kind of people, our fate has never been smooth all the way, because of the ups and downs, so, we have traveled all the way, and we only believe in ourselves, so you can't be a person of Buddhism!" Lei Jiuxiao said indifferently.

"Is there one?" Wu Chen asked rhetorically.

"Can you do this?" Lei Jiuxiao asked solemnly at Wu Chen.

"Can I say I shouldn't?" Wu Chen asked helplessly, spreading his hands.

"Yes, because after I wait for the full attack, the whole life is not guaranteed, and when we provoke 'it', everyone will die! Lei Jiuxiao looked at Wu Chen and said indifferently.

"Then what if I agree?" Wu Chen asked suspiciously.

"It will increase the chances of survival, but I don't dare to guarantee that you will survive, do you want to try?" Lei Jiuxiao sneered.

"Hehe, look at what you said is too much, you are all a trivial matter, of course it will be done for you. ”

Wu Chen hurriedly changed his previous attitude, and said with a smile.

"If it weren't for the fact that you kid has a bit of martial arts, I wouldn't look for you, after the matter is completed, my apprentice will give you a reward, and I don't have to worry about not giving you a reward and letting you run away in vain." ”

Lei Jiuxiao seemed to see what Wu Chen wanted to ask next, and said in advance.

"Look, what you say, am I that kind of person?" Wu Chen said with a smile.

"Well, you are!" Lei Jiuxiao said very seriously, almost not disassembling Wu Chen.

"Don't talk about it, say goodbye!" Lei Jiuxiao patted Wu Chen's shoulder very dryly and saluted.

"Senior, goodbye!" Wu Chen said with a smile.

"Oh... By the way, little one, I've put something in your body, and if my apprentice can't get it in three years, we'll see you below. After Lei Jiuxiao flew away, he left a faint sentence.

"MMP, this old bastard, you bad old man, so bad! Are you afraid that I will hack your things?"

Don't say it, Wu Chen is really ready to hack the old man's things, who knew that such a thing would come.

At this moment, the sound of joy in the sky became louder and louder, and I saw that in the sky, a red avenue suddenly appeared, and a team of people appeared on the avenue.

What caught my eye was a team of welcoming relatives dressed in red wedding clothes, and I saw that this team was completely composed of a team of white bones.

The red petals were sprinkled all over the ground, and I saw the red envelopes scattered all over the sky, but if I looked closely, I saw what kind of red envelopes were there.

It's clearly the underworld currency circulating in the underworld, and it also makes people look at the scalp numbness for a while.

Then, the band was followed by eight people holding signs, only to see a few eerie characters written on them.

'The living retreat, there are ghosts haunting' makes people feel a chill on their backs.

Then there were sixteen palanquin bearers carrying a huge palanquin, and the sixteen palanquin bearers were sixteen headless dead bodies.

The whole sedan chair is very exquisite, but it is a bit chilling to look at the content above.

I saw that on the sedan chair, groups of people were depicted trying all kinds of death...

Frying, stabbing, burning, immersion, burying alive, beheading, freezing, skinning, cramping, bone-digging...... Wait, it's a shame to see people's souls.

And next to the sedan chair there was a fat matchmaker, holding her head and grinning.

The neck was still bubbling with blood.

The blood directly soaked her clothes, causing her to take a single step and a blood-colored footprint would linger in the void for a long time.

As soon as she appeared, the old Confucian students who were originally fighting stopped, and looking at this team, their faces turned white in an instant.

Suddenly, only the sound of horses tearing was heard in the air, and four bronze war horses with paint peeled down a large yellow pavilion.

In the middle of the pavilion, there was a coffin, and the whole coffin was a heavy blood color, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

And the four airbag war horses were swaying their hooves in the void from time to time.

And in the place where the horse's hooves and the void touched, from time to time a spark of smoke appeared.

"Yin people funeral paper carts and horses, life and death without blood hair, soul snatching black soul hall, jubilant greeting team, bronze yellow pavilion corpse keeper, okay, several of the top numbers that can be lined up, all here"

The old Confucian looked at these terrifying strange hatreds in the void and said.

"The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, compared to hell, I am more like killing you weird things!!"

The old monk of Wutai Mountain, Qing Song, said with a Buddha horn full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, the old monk's body glowed with golden light, and his originally thin and cadre-like martial body suddenly swelled up rapidly as if it were inflated.

An extremely powerful martial arts momentum soared into the sky, and the golden Buddhist chanting resounded in all directions like a deafening sound.

With a loud shout, the golden swaskatsu appeared behind the old monk's head and spun endlessly, and the robe on his body was directly shattered by this terrifying force in an instant.

The seven-point ring scar on his head shone like gold, and the knotted muscles on his back were like those of the Vajra Arhat in the temple.

A coercion that was condensed to the extreme suddenly erupted, and the old monk flew directly into the air.

At this moment, the army that had been hiding in the valley suddenly broke through the barrier of green vegetation, only to hear a majestic voice sound.

"The Secret Art of the Soldier - The Formation of the Battle Spirit"

Suddenly, the entire valley was suddenly surging, and a mighty man with a height of ten feet appeared in the air.

I saw a burly man covered in heavy armor and sit down on a sturdy horse.

Two intense flames erupted from the nostrils of the horse, and the horse was also dressed in heavy armor, while the man on the horse carried a long-handled hammer in his right hand.

A strong killing force emanated from the heavy hammer, and with such a simple gesture, it exuded a tragic aura of a golden iron horse.

Suddenly, I saw the big man let out an earth-shattering roar, and then he saw the war horse sitting down leaning directly and charging straight out......