On a dark red boulder, he sat cross-legged with a solemn expression, and the Xuanyin talisman umbrella was thrown out by him;

"Buzz!"

The Xuanyin rune umbrella is magically suspended in mid-air, and the notes on the umbrella surface flicker with a faint brilliance, circulating with wonderful fluctuations;

"Bold wandering ghosts, if you don't show up soon, when will you wait?"

Forget worry held the piccolo in his hand, pointed to the Xuanyin rune umbrella, the divine light in his eyes loomed, and he exhaled in a majestic tone, scolding the Xuanyin rune umbrella in a deep voice;

"Whew!"

The Xuanyin rune umbrella shook violently, as if it was controlled by some inexplicable force, struggling to fly away through the air, but as the notes on the Xuanyin rune umbrella lit up, a sound wave sounded quietly, and the Xuanyin rune umbrella returned to calm, and a black smoke erupted from the umbrella, turning into a figure;

"Humph!"

A figure with unkempt hair and blood-red eyes, a hideous and twisted dark cyan grimace on a hideous and distorted face, full of crazy and angry expressions, he was dressed in tattered leather armor, holding a black broken blade, carrying a curved bow on his back, and a dagger pinned to his waist, and let out a cold snort at the sorrow of sitting cross-legged;

"I am a hidden heavenly master, the contemporary spirit master forgets his worries, although you are a war soul, you should not stay in the yang world, now the poor road has something to ask you, if you answer truthfully, the poor road will cross your soul to the underworld, if you dare to talk nonsense, the courage to expire the poor road, let your soul fly away on the spot!"

Forgetting his worries and envy, he scolded in a deep voice, and the piccolo in his hand spun and flew between his five fingers, and he danced into a lotus-like afterimage;

"Goo!

The air poured into the rapidly rotating piccolo, causing it to emit a series of muffled flute notes, turning into intangible and qualitative mysterious notes, flying out of the air under the control of Forget Worries, passing through the void at great speed, and landing on the body of the black war spirit;

"Zizizi!"

The sound of a pigskin being burned came from the soul of a black war spirit;

"Whew!"

Bursts of black ghost mist evaporated from the place where the black war spirit was wounded, slowly flew out, escaped in the sunlight, and disappeared in the blink of an eye;

"Ugh!"

The black battle spirit snorted, the hideous and distorted dark cyan grimace, and gradually rose a layer of dark green resentment, like crying blood, the ghost eyes became more blood-red at this moment, he held the Xuanyin talisman umbrella in one hand, and raised the broken broken blade in the other, grinning at the worries, and the fierce face was revealed;

"Bold evil ghost! The matter has come to this, and he still dares to be stubborn and stubborn, and he dares to dare to use swords and soldiers against the poor Dao and release his killing intent, he simply doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

Forget the five fingers of the rapid rotation and jumping, the piccolo between the fingers is like a windmill spinning at extreme speed, and the low flute sound gradually begins to become sharp;

"Gollum!

A series of sound runes flew out of the air, passing through the void at great speed, and landed on the body of the black war spirit;

"Click!

The sizzling sound was like ice cubes put into a boiling hot oil pot, and the black war spirit's body, which was already tattered and unbearable, suddenly became even more tattered, and several obvious holes were burned by the sound runes, exuding a trace of ghostly energy, and the soul of the black war soul was even more scarred;

"Ahh

The battle-hardened black battle soul trembled violently at this moment, opened his mouth and let out a terrible wail, and the broken blade held high above his head swayed, and the pain in the candle bone seemed to make him unable to even hold the blade, and his soul body also became a little faint with the escape of the ghost qi;

"You want, ask, what?"

The black war spirit opened his mouth with difficulty and gave in, he originally thought that after he died unjustly and became a ghost, he could be more fearless, but he didn't expect that forgetting worries would have such means, so that his life was worse than death, he couldn't bear it for a while, so he had to compromise and give in temporarily, but his heart was secretly ruthless;

"I am a hidden heavenly master, from ancient times to the present, in order to protect the human race, go to heaven and earth, kill demons and demons, never marry, wander in the barren mountains and mountains, hungry for wild fruits, thirsty for nectar, more than enough, and for the soul of the human race, there is no malice, why should you resist!"

Seeing this, it seems that he can't bear it, and he opens his mouth to explain the vicissitudes of words;

"From what you can see, where you are hiding, resentment lingers, yin qi looms, and there are many souls, not only you, now you just need to tell Poor Dao, why don't you go to the underworld to wait for reincarnation, but stay in the yang world!"

When the black war spirit heard this, he responded in disbelief;

"We all died unjustly and tragically, even if we enter the Netherworld, we can't be reincarnated for a moment and a half, shouldn't we be able to avenge ourselves?

Forget to hear this, and respond noncommittally and indifferently;

"You don't know, if you and others forcibly stay in the yang world, he will be detained by the roving ghosts in the day, and when he can go down to the netherworld, he will be punished, go to hell and suffer, and be poor and kind, and want to cross the soul of the underworld and return to the netherworld, it is really a good intention, you don't want to know what to do!"

When the black war spirit heard this, he lowered his head and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking;

"The cycle of life and death, the entanglement of infatuation, the cycle of cause and effect, and the unhappiness of retribution, as a war spirit, must be a hero who died on the battlefield, why should he be haunted by the hatred in his life, and he does not want his soul to return to the netherworld?"

Forget the sorrows and persuasions with good words and persuasions;

"It's better to stay like this, when you stay tonight, Poor Dao will go with you, and you will tell the other war spirits, Poor Dao will personally do it, and you can write a love letter for you, so that you can wait in the Netherworld, and you can suffer less punishment, what do you think of this method of poor Dao?"

When the black war spirit heard this, he suddenly raised his head, the blood in the ghost's eyes skyrocketed, and the ghost cried and laughed like a wolf;

"I don't know if you, Master Celestial, have the ability to surpass tens of thousands of unjust and tragic deaths?"

Forgetting to worry about hearing this, his heart was suddenly shocked, Rao was in the realm of his cultivation at the moment, and suddenly heard that he was going to exceed tens of thousands of battle souls, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of powerlessness, at this time, he suddenly remembered Zhong Kui's previous words for help, and suddenly looked at the black war soul with a solemn gaze, and asked in a deep voice;

"You are led by a fierce general who died unjustly and tragically, and wants to reverse the chaos of yin and yang and establish a ghost city in the world?"

The black battle soul was even more shocked when he heard this, and his soul body couldn't help but tremble violently, as if he had been hit hard, he held the Xuanyin talisman umbrella and retreated again and again, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise;

"How do you know?"

Forgetting to hear this, seeing the reaction of the black war spirit, he suddenly understood in his heart, and spoke in a cold and indifferent tone;

"Sure enough, I'm afraid I don't know, Lord Yama, who is in charge of the Netherworld, has already sent the Netherworld Ghost Messenger to the Yang World to ask for help from the Daoist friends of my hidden world Heavenly Master, and want to arrest all these evil ghosts who rebel against the order of yin and yang and disturb the cycle of life and death to the Netherworld Mansion for questioning!"

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and a black silk thread was magically suspended in his palm, shaking in the direction they came, as if it was guiding something. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info (To be continued.) )