It was another good day, the wind and waves were calm, but it seemed to be a little surprisingly quiet, even the fluttering of the black shadow could hear the rustle, and it could be seen that they were moving forward in a planned step-by-step manner, because there was not one team, but dozens of teams, just quietly and orderly moving forward. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was probably a mountain, for they came to a high, barely topped bag much higher than the ground, and then it seemed as if each team had a designated position, and in a moment they were all drowned in the darkness.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet,。。。" It seems that there are still a lot, and the aura is gathering more and more, and it seems that it will soon gather into a pile.

"Old Seven, is this it?" The head is a little strange, the body is slender, crooked, the head is tilted forward, and the mouth is large, and the teeth of the mouth are almost exposed, but the voice is clear and clear, and it seems to be full of energy.

"King Qiyu, this is it, I saw it with my own eyes, so many ghosts almost poured out and disappeared here." The seventh man who accosted him, the black scarf almost covered the entire head, and the lower half of his body seemed to be a giant snake, and his tail was swinging one after another, as if it was a little redundant.

"We split up, went down to search, and immediately put a code signal when we found the situation." The king seems to be quite bold, and he is very decisive and resolute in handling things.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." One by one, the spiritual lights scattered in all directions, as if only a few were still guarding the side of the so-called king.

This bun is really big, high and low, staggered, those spiritual lights are scattered, as if they are very small fireflies, flashing in various places, I don't know how long it took, a bigger light, soaring into the sky, like a flying meteor, piercing the entire sky, "Woo, whoosh, chirp." ”

"Chirp, tweet, tweet...

The spiritual light gathered again and again, and it was the bottom of a grand canyon.

"What did you find?" Naturally, the king was still the one who asked.

"It's like another hell gate." The voice of the reply was very loud, but with a pronounced trill, I don't know if it was due to the excessive cold or something.

"Be careful, but don't be overly nervous, this may be a base camp that they are preparing to rebuild. Before they could stand on their feet, and before that Nuwa had time to set up the formation, after discovering them, we immediately used the Dafa of Delusion, fought quickly, and retreated immediately after eating and drinking. “

is worthy of being a king, in the end there is a brush, the analysis is thorough, and the command is also square, round, board and eye.

It seems that there are also people who are not afraid of death, so they saw a demon and shouted, "King, I will go down to find out the situation first." Before the words fell, with a "chirp", he flew into the big hole.

Time seems to be really worrying, and some of the demons are already complaining, maybe complaining about the cold weather, or thinking that the guy has been gone for too long.

"Chirp." Finally back,

"How?" The demons asked in unison.

"It seems a little strange, there are a lot of ghosts in it, tens of thousands, but they are all in groups, I don't know what kind of ghosts are going on." The pathfinder replied.

As soon as they heard that there were ghosts, the demons had already opened their eyebrows and smiled, and some of them unconsciously stroked their mouths, and they really had a slanderous posture.

"Leave him alone, act now."

"Tweet, tweet, tweet,,,,"

Before the king's words landed, the demons were already rushing towards the entrance of the cave. When they all ran in, I saw that the demon called Lao Qi took out something from his arms, shook it in his hand, and seemed to become a big bag, and covered it on the door of the cave, as if it was not too big or too small, and then took out a thing that looked like a flute, put it to his mouth, and blew a beautiful music.

The melodious sound of the flute, like gurgling water, and the sound of a small voice, like a million male soldiers, spread out in the dark hollow valley.

"Not good." Before the king's words landed, when the demons were not firmly established, the ghosts who were meditating cross-legged suddenly clasped their hands together, closed their eyes slightly, and chanted "Nan Wu Amitabha" together.

It's also strange to say, those high-sending Buddha horns, as if forming a golden halo, was pulled by the melodious tunes that came over, and smashed them fiercely to the demons who were still alive just now, and the demons panicked one by one, where could they dodge, some made a strange scream, some hugged their heads and scurried, and some tried to make a dying struggle, and hit the ghost array, but they all rebounded back,

"Retreat." It was still the demon king who was in danger, and while guarding his mind, he decisively gave the order to retreat.

It is said to be a retreat, but in fact it is an escape, one by one like frightened birds returning the same way, but it seems that they can no longer get out, and they themselves feel strange, when they come in, they hula suddenly, and they are in the end. How can you get out and never find an exit again?

"What's going on?" This time, the demon king also felt scared, and asked a little timidly.

"We don't understand either, it's like we've gotten into a bottomless pit." Everyone is like falling into a cloud.

"Don't struggle uselessly, you've already gotten into my demon bag, Nan no Amitabha." A familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"You're the seventh." The ghost king asked curiously.

"Yes, it's right here, everyone also calls me Nuwa Niangniang." The voice was still the same one, almost unchanged, but like a time bomb that had suddenly been detonated, all the demons were stunned and fret-induced.

"What are you going to do with us?" The demon king probably wanted to die and also wanted to die, so he asked so much.

"There's no way, there is no difference between demons and ghosts, and you use us as nutrition, so for the survival of the ghost world, I have to wipe you out." The Nuwa Niangniang sighed and said a little faintly.

"Actually, you and us are the same kind, you can't be counted as ghosts, besides, you have been with us for so long, and we all treat you well, can you bear to put us to death?"

A sentence reminds the person in the dream that although he joined the ghost world early, thanks to the ghost king, he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, but to be honest, he also felt strange, in terms of appearance and ghosts, he is really different, and he is also a tangible and tangible object, so he can be mixed into the demon world to be an undercover agent. But to be honest, in that demon world, everyone is really good to themselves, thinking back to their past friendships, but now they have to get rid of them all, and I really can't bear it in my heart.