Hearing this, Nameless looked calm and indifferent, without the slightest thought, and responded in a respectful whisper;

In order to reach the realm of Bigu as soon as possible, it is necessary to have something to give, and there is a sacrifice to have gain, if you give up lightly because of the temporary difficulties and tempering, you will give up, and the gains outweigh the losses!"

Turning his head with a smile on his face, he looked at the old man Xuanming who looked as cold as ice and his eyes were as indifferent as water, and spoke in a deep voice that seemed to be smiling but not smiling;

"Senior Brother Xuanming! Since this is the case, then you will have to work for you! Senior Brother, an unsuccessful disciple, wants to use the story to distract his attention, and wants to take this opportunity to survive today's Bigu, since this is the case, then there is Senior Brother Lao Xuanming, take this opportunity to tell the children the story of the ghost master's lineage..."

After hearing this, Xuantian who was innocent and tearless suddenly became more resentful when he looked at the nameless gaze,

On the contrary, when Xuan Ming Lao Dao heard this, he ignored the flowers and plants around him on the spot, sat cross-legged without any scruples, and swept his indifferent gaze on Nameless, Innocent and Tearless in turn, as if he was secretly observing something, and after only a few breaths, he spoke indifferently at the three little guys;

"That's fine, come on, come on, Uncle Shi will tell you the story related to the ghost master's lineage and that year!

It is said that Forget Mo sat cross-legged on the quaint platform, four tall and strong ghost shadows rode the wind, eight huge ghost claws supported the edge of the huge platform, and the body was steaming with a rich ghost mist, deriving a whistling yin wind, carrying Forget Mo to ride the wind through the air, flying at extreme speed under the silver glow of the waning moon;

After months of climbing mountains and rivers along the way, we finally came to the edge of a huge mountain range tens of thousands of feet high, which was a desolate mountain range, with strange rocks and countless dangerous peaks, dry and rotten tree trunks hanging from the steep cliffs, and a few black-covered crows were standing on it to rest;

"Quack, quack..."

As if sensing the arrival of forgetfulness, several disturbed black crows flickered their wings dissatisfiedly, standing on the dry and rotten branches, opening their beaks and emitting a series of sharp and piercing strange calls, like a ghost crying wolf, against the background of the moonlight and mist, it looked eerie and terrifying, giving people the feeling of being in a ghostly cave;

"Rustle ..."

The whole mountain range was shrouded in a thick gray-black mist, which swirled in the wind in the snowy moonlight, and the sound of a stinging rope, occasionally echoing in the void with the cold night wind, seemed to be a demon dormant in the darkness, as if it were a warning to the uninvited guest of Forgetfulness;

"Whew..."

As the four ghosts carried Forgetfulness and continued to go deeper, the cold night wind around them suddenly entered a state of madness like a provoking beast, circling and dancing around the four ghosts and Forgetfulness, screaming and whistling, as if the ghosts were crying in their ears, like the demons of the abyss roaring in their ears;

"Stop!"

Forget Mo sat on the quaint platform, looked indifferently at the foot of the mountain that was getting closer and closer, and ordered in an indifferent voice;

The four ghosts obeyed the order, carrying Forgetfulness into a streamer phantom, as fast as a storm and lightning, falling towards the foot of the mountain at great speed, and after only a few breaths, they carried Forgetfulness to a place three feet above the ground, floating in the void in the air, and silently carrying Forgetfulness slowly forward;

There are many shadows around, as if there are countless wandering ghosts lurking in the shadows, secretly looking at the uninvited guests who have broken into this place, but because they have scruples about the four ghosts, they dare not make rash moves, they can only secretly watch in the dark, and they seem to be planning something;

"Whew..."

The yin wind suddenly rose and roared, the fog rolled, the ghost was clear, with a cold and cold strange aura, quickly appeared in front of Forget, the yin wind and ghost fog quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a ghost with a huge head, a thin body, short limbs, and a hideous and terrifying face;

"Quack... The aroma of human flesh, the smell of blood, really make Lao Tzu nostalgic, I can't imagine that in this deserted Yinshan ghost land, there are still people who don't know whether to live or die dare to break in, it's really good, since it was sent to the door, then Lao Tzu is welcome, you must have a good meal today! quack quack...

The sharp and piercing ghost scream resounded through the void, and as the yin wind fluttered and echoed in the void, the big-headed ghost quacked and laughed, looking at the indifferent silence in his eyes, a pair of green and faint ghost eyes quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, glowing with a cruel and bloodthirsty fierce light, like a long-starving beast, looking at the prey that was about to reach the mouth;

One of the four ghosts, listening to the ghost words of the big-headed ghost, the dark blue ghost had an impatient look on his face, especially for the behavior of the big-headed ghost who appeared rashly and blocked the way, showing incomparable anger, and immediately the ghost's eyes were round, and his voice was cold and muffled;

"Bold!"

With a deep cry of the ghost, the rolling sound wave suddenly swept the sky like an angry sea, and the gray-black fog that filled the surroundings seemed to be pulled by some strange force, like a surging stormy wave, spreading in all directions at a rapid speed, as if a group of frightened beasts were fleeing in all directions in a panic;

"Buzz!"

The invisible and qualitative sound wave shook the ears of the big-headed ghost, and its body was shaky, floating unsteadily, like a small tree swaying in the wind, and its body swayed involuntarily, looking like it would fall to the ground at any time, so frightened that it involuntarily raised a pair of ghost claws, hugged its huge ghost head, and swayed in the void dizzily;

"Woo! quack..."

The painful grimace of the big-headed ghost distorted and changed, the ghost claws hugged his head and tried his best to stabilize his body, and suddenly looked up to the sky like a madman and roared, screaming again and again, and the dark blue ghost body trembled violently, and the ghost fog around him was full of ghost fog, and the ghost fog was swirling, and the eerie momentum of the body skyrocketed in an instant, and a voice full of resentment sounded;

"What a bold man! Dare to do something to Lao Tzu, I don't know whether to live or die, you little foreign devils, I'm afraid you don't know the rules here, Lao Tzu not only wants to eat people today, but also eats ghosts! Look at Lao Tzu..."

Just when the big-headed ghost slowly raised his head and chattered with a fierce light, another ghost among the four ghosts also slowly raised his originally lowered head, and a pair of dark ghost eyes were full of black light, looking at the big-headed ghost with disgust, grinning with teeth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info