Evil emerges from the dark twilight, the ink of a thousand shadows and foxes, the ghosts are as powerful as trees, and the demon king is balanced. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhu Yifei fell back into the distance, and when her feet touched the ground, she suddenly felt weak and weak, and almost fell.

"Demon girl, are you okay" The little monk held her with concern and patted her back carefully.

Originally, a large amount of blood had accumulated in the chest cavity and was nowhere to be excreted, but when he was slapped by this little monk, he couldn't help but vomit violently, and the blood droplets were instantly evaporated into a cloud of red mist on the path of death.

Seeing that those ghost soldiers were violent, as if they were salivating at her, the little monk hurriedly buckled the green hat on top of her head, covering all the breath when he landed, and those ghost soldiers seemed to have found no target, and they collided with each other and began to fight again.

"What's going on, Ziyang is okay again?" Zhu Yifei took a deep breath and suppressed the pain up and down Zhou's body, and heard the sound of gabbling in his body continuously, and those bones were rapidly healing.

"I don't know, he cast a spell, and then he changed into another person," the little monk said.

"Little bit, I'll close my eyes and breathe for a while, you help keep watching" After instructing the little monk, Zhu Yifei closed his eyes and began to enter a state of concentration.

The little monk raised his eyes to look at the ferocious grappling in mid-air, only to see that those bloody were like stone grinders, advancing from time to time, slicing the Qingjia ghost soldiers, severing the severed heads, and smashing the broken ones, almost without wasting their power, while Ziyang and Lu Qinggu, who fought against each other on the heads of thousands of troops, were much more complicated.

Having been hit hard by Zhu Yifei's Xuanqing swordsmanship before, Lu Qinggu had no arms, but at some point countless slender tails grew on his buttocks, the roots were like oxtails, roaring and fighting against Ziyang.

And Ziyang is unhurried, unhurried, hidden in the black fox head, the fox claws in the sky are as sharp and fast as knives, forks and halberds, scratching wildly at the head and face of Nalu Qinggu, and every paw will tear off a piece of flesh raw, and Nalu Qinggu does not know why he never runs or dodges, just so powerless and chaotic flicking the oxtail, it seems to be a unilateral abuse war.

Not long after, the skin and flesh on Lu Qinggu's body were torn off, leaving only a pile of huge bones that were still standing, accompanied by Ziyang's sneer, and collapsed in the midst of thousands of troops.

The commander died, the soldiers were chaotic, the rules were the same everywhere, seeing that Lu Qing's bones were down, those Qingjia soldiers scattered and fled like crazy, and some of them were not sober and took the initiative to jump off the ghost face cliff and buried themselves in the vast sea of blood, leaving behind a cry of remorse.

And just as the green-armored soldiers were scattered and fled, those bloody forces seemed to be crazy, and a few of them began to attack in the direction of the little monk and Zhu Yifei.

The little monk didn't say a word, picked up Zhu Yifei, who was still meditating, and lifted her hips and thighs to the top of her head and ran.

Through the bloody gap, straight to the direction where Ziyang is, the blood ghost behind him chased extremely quickly, and the speed of the little monk was even faster, if it was now the true state of a child, maybe those two little short legs had been twisted into the shape of a hot wheel.

At this time, Ziyang also found that the bloody army was out of control, turned around and took back the fox shadow, and turned back to pick up the little monk, but when he arrived behind the big stone where he was hiding, he found that both of them had lost their traces.

Ziyang frowned, turned his head to look around, and when several bloody beasts saw him standing still, they floated to the front, and with a wave of their big paper-like hand, they slashed down at the top of his head.

A cold snort escaped from the corner of his lips, and the black qi around his body suddenly rose, and a huge red-eyed black fox head flew out from behind his back, biting on the ghostly neck, and after a little flickering, the bloody ghost screamed and turned into a pool of blood, and there was a miserable white and hideous grimace floating on it.

And the fox's head was stained with this poisonous blood and squeaked and wailed, and the two voices instantly dispersed and could not be seen again.

"Brother Ziyang, are we here" I was annoyed when I suddenly saw Xiao He standing on a particularly tall boulder not far away, and Zhu Yifei, who was sitting on the plate with both hands, didn't know how to climb up.

Ziyang couldn't help but smile secretly, jumped up on the ground, shuttled left and right, kicked on the shoulders of those blood ghosts, and flew towards the boulder.

However, a moment of the scene fell beside the little monk, and he looked down at the vast red armor under his feet and said sharply, "I still miscalculated."

"Brother Ziyang, wouldn't it be better if you sent them away?" The little monk wanted to wipe his sweat, but both hands were occupied, so he could only shake his head and rub twice on the sleeves that fell down to his shoulders.

"Blood is the most ferocious ghost, it can only be summoned but not sent, unless you kill them all, the power that can make all the ghost kings so feared, how can I control it freely?" Ziyang sighed.

"Oh, then you're too low," the little monk said disdainfully.

“low？ I learned it from Yifei again," Ziyang was a little speechless.

"What's wrong with the demon girl, I haven't woken up yet, I can't move" Although the little monk said this, his face was not red or panting, even if the sweat just now was obviously caused by tension and strenuous exercise, it didn't look like he couldn't move at all.

"Her primordial spirit is fixed in the Xuanqing Imperial Treatise on the Heavenly Book, and she should be cultivating at this moment" Ziyang Dao.

"Then what should we do now" The little monk looked at the ghosts floating under his feet, and was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't stay on the stone for the rest of his life.

"For today's plan, the only way to do this is to use bait," Ziyang said.

"What bait?" The little monk asked.

"The intimate clothes of the three of us, with the yang qi of the mortal world sticking to them, throw the clothes out, and lead those blood ghosts to gather together, at least give us time, jump off the stone, and escape to the phantom gate at the end of the dying road" Ziyang Dao.

"Oh, this is easy to do" The little monk said and put Zhu Yifei on the stone, opened the robe and was about to take off his pants, Ziyang hurriedly until he said: "You can only take it off inside, if you show a little flesh, those bloody will start a crazy killing"

"How to take it off inside" The little monk was a little embarrassed, after all, he was now wearing a layer of ghost skin pants on the outside of his dirty pants, and his legs did not come out, and he could not completely take off the dirty pants without untying his outer pants.

"Use this" Ziyang thought about it, took off the blue hairpin from Zhu Yifei's hair, handed it to the little monk, and said: "You can open the crotch of the profane pants, and then pull the pants out directly from the inside."

The little monk's eyes lit up, he took the dagger, untied his belt and looked inside, but he hadn't moved for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Ziyang asked as he pushed his elbow.

"Brother Ziyang, I'm sick," the little monk suddenly said with tears in his eyes.

Ziyang was stunned for a moment, looked at him with some wonder and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm swollen in the dust"

"Huh?" Ziyang was slightly stunned, only then did he know what the little monk was talking about, and he couldn't help but smile: "It's okay, that's normal, you see that you are now much bigger than before, and it will naturally become bigger."

"Then why do you still have hair?" The little monk continued to ask with a frightened expression.

"Uh...... It is estimated that you have been wearing pants for a long time and are not breathable, and you are covered out" Ziyang didn't know how to explain, and his face was embarrassed for a while.

"Oh, I see" The little monk remembered that he had raised bean sprouts when he was with his master in the past, and he was relieved a lot, and took the blue water double dragon sword and slashed hard at the crotch of his pants a few times, and after a while, he pulled out the obscene pants that were almost broken into a piece.

Immediately afterwards, Ziyang also concocted the same method, and even cut off the deep clothes, and first let the little monk hide in the arms of the ghost skin, and then held the sword and hesitated for half a salary before saying to the little monk: "You can untie her clothes."

"Why me?"

"Because I'm not very convenient now" In fact, Ziyang is afraid that he will be smoked by the fragrance and lose his nature and show his original form.

"I'm a monk, and it's not convenient for me," the little monk pouted and refused.

"You're a child, don't pay so much attention to it, go ahead," Ziyang said, stuffing the blue water double dragon sword into the little monk's hand, raising his sword eyebrows and encouraging.

"I'm grown up now" The little monk rolled his eyes and continued: "Don't you like demon girls, just near the water and get the moon first"

"What did you say?" The little monk's joke suddenly made Ziyang's face change.

"I'm talking and playing" Xiao Xiaoheshan saw that Ziyang's face was blue and black, and ten huge long ink shadows loomed behind him, and he honestly took a sword to cut off Zhu Yifei's small clothes and pulled it out from the neckline.

Ziyang closed his eyes, regained his original look, dragged the three people's things in the palm of his hand, and silently recited a few more words, and in an instant, those few pieces of clothing flew out, flying like geese around the place where the blood ghost army was within reach, and was rushed by this fresh yang qi, those bloody and crazy roars, and suddenly almost many blood ghosts chased a few pieces of clothes and floated into the distance.

Seeing those red-armored ghosts fading towards the rear of the Dying Dao like a tide, Ziyang hurriedly hugged Zhu Yifei and the little monk and jumped off the boulder together, running in the direction of the Dying Dao and the Ghost King City.

After a while, he came to the giant disc, Ziyang took out three black pills from his arms, ate one himself, gave one to the little monk, and took one to Zhu Yifei, and then said: "Take off your hat quickly"

When the little monk heard this, he hurriedly took off his hat, and with his other hand he didn't forget to take off Zhu Yifei's green hat, and instantly felt a cold air all over his body, and then his body became larger and longer several times, with two horns bulging out of his head, a red cloak on his shoulders, and his long legs were on top at his knees, bent into an X-shape, and Yanran turned into a standing human body Kui Niu, which was exactly the appearance of the ghost king seen at the wedding banquet.

Zhu Yifei was also forced to sober up at this time, looked at her appearance, and then looked at the two people who were almost exactly the same as her, and couldn't tell who was who.

"What's going on?"

"This is the soul of the ghost king that I refined, with it we are equivalent to the existence of the ghost king, of course, it is just a ghost technique similar to the blinding method, the time is just enough to reach the king's limit, as long as we are careful to hide it and not appear in the streets of the royal city at the same time as it, there will be absolutely no problem" Ziyang said.

"Then you don't have Ji Wu's hat, will the ghost order still recognize you?" Zhu Yifei said worriedly.

"Hmph, I was the one who chose that ghost order, and the reason why Ji Wuming was willing to whisper to me was for the inheritance of this throne," Ziyang said coldly.

While the two were talking, the little monk had already put his finger into the mouth of the face on the disc, and the door instantly cracked open from it, and said to the three people: "Knock, Lord Ghost King"