After the ghost monarch made it clear, the arrogance of the white bone lady was obviously sluggish.

With the repair ability of the Book of the Dead, the wound on Xiaoying's back was magically healed, and she had heard vaguely before, but now she was much more awake.

Xie Guo held his entourage, and Xiaoying turned around cautiously and watched the battle between the Ghost King and the White Bone Niang.

They hadn't taken out their weapons yet, obviously unwilling to reveal their hole cards, but a hint of gloom flashed on the white bone lady's face full of fat powder.

Xiaoying thought that she wanted to sneak attack, and just as she was about to open her mouth to remind the ghost monarch, the white bone lady strangely withdrew a few steps: "Ghost monarch, remember, today's hatred is remembered by my white bones, as long as the ghosts and ghosts of the cemetery dare to step into the Netherworld, my white bone family will definitely be killed." ”

"I will return this to you." Unceremoniously pushed out a palm, and the ghost monarch snorted coldly.

According to the rules of the Seven Cities, all those who are fortunate enough to transform into spirits after the death of the feudal master will enter the Netherworld City, and he was unwilling to go there hundreds of years ago, and now it is naturally not uncommon.

What's more, the Necropolis is located in the territory of the Phantom City, and it has long developed a certain amount of power.

Once upon a time, the Netherworld's ghosts could bully the members of the Necropolis at any time, and now it's time for the Necropolis to do something to resist.

The cultivation of the Ghost Monarch, the palm that was launched, although it was invisible, but the crisis hidden in the introverted was definitely not easy to deal with.

Xiaoying thought that the white bone lady was indispensable to eat a pot, but she didn't want her to grit her teeth and tear up a delicate reel, which seemed small, but had the ability to break space.

"It's really reluctant, just one palm destroyed a teleportation shaft of the White Bone Family." The Ghost King did not hesitate to admire.

The teleportation reel, which is the best weapon for escaping, may not be able to make one in the lifetime of many refiners, so this thing has always been priceless.

The reason why the White Bone Spirit Clan was able to obtain this thing was all due to the fact that their family had only been born for hundreds of years, and the source in the hands of the Ghost Monarch was that it would take at least thirty years for the refiner to refine a teleportation scroll.

The use of the white bone lady is really a big deal.

From the expression of the Ghost Monarch, Xiaoying probably saw some crises, and then thought of the threat left by the White Bone Niang before, Xiaoying said apologetically: "Lord Ghost Monarch, I am the one who has caused everyone." ”

"Stupid girl, the relationship between Netherworld and Necropolis has always been very poor, even without you, they will take the initiative to plan conflicts." With a chuckle, Oni-kun walked up to her and reached out with a vengeance to knead her hair into a pheasant nest.

Seeing the relaxed appearance of the ghost king, Xiaoying smiled and secretly recorded this kindness in her heart, thinking that if she had the opportunity in the future, she would definitely repay the charm of the cemetery.

It's just that her thoughts didn't last long, and before the ghost monarch withdrew her hand, she felt the blackness in front of her eyes, and her consciousness left her body in an instant.

Holding the fallen Xiaoying in a panic, the ghost monarch suddenly locked his eyebrows, and quickly took out the book of the dead in Xiaoying's arms.

Feeling the familiar fluctuations in his palm, the corners of Ghost Jun's eyes twitched slightly, thinking of the birth of the Book of the Dead, and the young man who pretended not to exist, but always inadvertently did great things, he sighed even more: "The real big deal, it's still you!" ”

Of course, even though he was now holding the Book of the Dead, with that little familiar breath forcing the Book of the Dead to break free automatically, he didn't know why there was a crystal blue fire on the Book of the Dead.

There are a lot of fires in the cemetery, but everyone knows that it is fire, and when it is together with books and paper, there will always be a devastating crisis, but the fire on the book of the dead, the beauty of rising, did not destroy the book of the dead at all.

There was a curious and bold entourage, feeling the aura similar to that of the Ghost Monarch in the Book of the Dead, and couldn't help asking, "Has Lord Ghost Monarch ever used this book?" ”

"Fart, with Benjun's talent, instead of holding this broken book, it is better to write a few love poems and marry a few more wives." At the mention of the book, the ghost king raised his eyebrows and was furious!

has been with the ghost king for a long time, and everyone knows that the ghost king is a smart person and versatile, it can be said that he wants to compete for the identity of a storyteller, and there will definitely be many nobles who are tempted by power and wealth.

It's just that the ghost king is romantic, every time he rises, when he is exported, he is always accompanied by beautiful women, coupled with his happy and enjoyable temperament, as long as someone persuades him to become a storyteller, he will always throw people out of the cemetery in anger.

He didn't dare to mention the word "book" again, and changed the topic with a grateful gratitude: "Lord Ghost Monarch, now that the sun is at its peak, I'm afraid it's already noon, Madame should have prepared a meal and waited for you at home!" ”

"Well, it's okay if you don't say it, but Benjun's stomach is really hungry." Touching his stomach, the ghost king reached out his index finger in satisfaction and nodded at the clever entourage.

personally hugged Xiaoying on the soft sedan chair, and the ghost monarch and his party left as usual.

On their faces, what others can see is only the expression of their dying moment in their previous life, as for the threat of the White Bone Niangniang, there is a ghost monarch town there, and no ghost will feel disturbed.

Seeing that they had all left, the group of family members left behind by the White Bone Niangniang were relieved and fell to the ground softly.

It was precisely because of this that they were fortunate enough to see that a mysterious gossip array appeared in the place where Xiaoying fell.

The Nine Palaces, the Three Thousand Realms, the Seven Cities located in the Third Heaven are very complex, so the magicians living in the Seven Cities are also interspersed with many professions.

And of all the mage professions, the one with the greatest development is the feudal master.

Coincidentally, this mysterious gossip array will always appear in the magic skills used by the Feng Zhanshi, and over time, the Bagua Array will become the signature of the Feng Zhanshi.

The Charm has always been afraid of the Occupant, and now this group of newly frightened family members, seeing the gossip array, there is a blank in their minds.

It wasn't until a lot of people fainted in the stalemate that the gossip array quietly dispersed, and everyone suddenly realized that the gossip array just now was just a divination formation, and the person who cast it was very powerful, even if it was far away from the cemetery, it could also manipulate the spell.

After knowing the situation, the still conscious family touched the cold sweat on his forehead, because their bodies had long lost their vitality, and they couldn't hear each other's accelerated heartbeat.

After a while, a curious family member slowly moved towards the place where the gossip array had flashed just now.

Stepping into that position, he stepped on it hard, and felt that there was no danger, so he turned to call his companion, but his companion not only did not come, but also pointed behind him in horror.

Turning around suspiciously, the place that was sure to be no danger, I don't know when a cloud of white smoke appeared, the family Ding just opened his mouth to scream, a hand stretched out from the white smoke, grabbed his shirt neatly, and led him into the white smoke.

After the family disappeared, the white smoke also disappeared, and the remaining family members looked at each other, and fell silent for three seconds in horror, and then they ran towards the Netherworld.

The family who was caught in the white smoke by his hands was not tortured like hell, and when he opened his eyes, he saw not the darkness that resembled the palace of the god of death, but the antique teahouse.

The noise not far away calmed the family's fear, and when he was more vigilant, a young man dressed in black and holding a compass in his hand stood behind him at some point.

"This, please bring it to your mother, in five days, my two masters here will go to the Netherworld City as guests." The young man spoke gently, and there was no expression on his slightly handsome face.

This person is not something that he can deal with as a small family, even if it is a white bone lady, he may not be able to defeat this young man.

Jia Ding thought so, and at the same time respectfully reached out and took the thing handed by the young man.

Holding the thing in his hand and looking at it, Jia Ding suddenly felt five thunderbolts, and he wanted to die.

Not caring about the mood of the family, the young man turned around and walked towards the door.

The family member distorted the expression on his face with horror because of the knowledge that came to his mind.

Paying attention to the characters in this room through special spells, the white-clothed Shengxue, the paper fan shook gently, and when he saw the young man dragging the compass back, he greeted him with a smile and asked, "Qianji, have you really detected the breath of Xiaoying?" ”

"Nope." The boy replied steadily.

"None? Then why are you ......?"

"I have confessed to the Book of the Dead that I put in front of Little Shadow's tombstone." Before the man could finish speaking, the young man's heartless voice sounded again.

Unlike the previous answer, the current one is just a statement.

Hearing this, the man put away the folding fan, lowered his eyes and thought about it, and said with some uncertainty: "Although the Book of the Dead was specially refined by you for Xiaoying, it is exposed, and it may not only recognize Xiaoying as the master." ”

"It will, it will." The boy affirmed.

The man looked at his friend with some headache, wondering what he could do to persuade him to accept the news that Xiaoying was dead.

It's just that in his irritability, he remembered something, a method that a refiner could use to confirm the owner of a weapon in advance.

"You...... Have you incorporated your heart into the Book of the Dead? This is a fatal solution, he once thought that many people could, but after experiencing the betrayal and death of his friend, he clearly realized it.

A magician, no matter how good his cultivation is, he can not be afraid of death, but it is difficult to take out his heart and put it in the fire to roast.

"I didn't, anyway, what we need to talk about now is that the Liang Zi of the White Bone Family in Netherworld City has been settled."

"Well, you never do uncertain things, I hope Xiaoying can come back." The man nodded, reaching out and patting the boy on the shoulder.

They have known each other for some years, and he knows that there is only one person in this world who can make the son of a thousand machines fall in love.

It's just that in the hearts of the people of Phantom City, he died three years ago.

Although Qianji refused to admit it, everyone still set up a tombstone for that person in the cemetery in accordance with the rules of Phantom City, and, thinking of Qianji's mood, Xiaoying's name has not been cancelled by the Magician Association.