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"Shangxian, it's been seven or eight days, has the motorcycle you promised been built?" At night, Gao Yang had just laid down on the bed when he suddenly received a message from Lu Dongbin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Damn, look at my memory, how did I forget this! Gao Yang patted his head, rolled over and sat up from the bed.

"Alas, merit points are not easy to earn, I have been busy day and night for so many days, and it is finally made, wait, I will pass it on to you now!" After the message was sent, Gao Yang opened the storage box, and then sent the seven motorcycles full of fuel to Lu Dongbin, in order to take care of He Xiangu, Gao Yang also specially got her a red motorcycle.

After the motorcycle passed, Gao Yang did not idle, but logged on to the Taobao website and began to turn up the motorcycle clothes, helmets, dry food and camping tents and other supporting facilities, selling the motorcycle does not mean the end of the transaction for Gao Yang, in his heart just started, on the road for several days, can do more business and trade.

Heavenly Realm, Eight Immortal Cave, looking at the eight brand-new motorcycles in front of him, the Eight Immortals with dry food on their backs were all in high spirits, and after waiting for a long time, they finally waited for today, and finally could go to Heaven to seek justice.

Taking advantage of the past few days, Lu Dongbin taught the other seven people all the essentials of riding a motorcycle, and now as soon as Gao Yang's motorcycle arrived, the eight immortals immediately packed up and prepared to rush to heaven overnight.

Just as the human world needs to boost morale before every battle, the Eight Immortals also need to do mobilization work before they set off, and the heavy responsibility of doing mobilization work naturally falls on Lu Dongbin, the head of the Eight Immortals.

"Ahem!" Lu Dongbin, who was standing on a stone, first cleared his throat, then looked at the seven immortals lined up across the motorcycle in front of him with a serious face, and shouted loudly in a voice full of grief and indignation:

"Fellow Daoists, we have been flying to the Heavenly Realm for nearly a million years, and the exclusion and neglect we have received are obvious to all, before the aura of the Heavenly Realm dissipated, the dojo with abundant spiritual energy did not have our share, and we were sent to the first echelon when we fought with the Demon Realm, but the reward we received when we were rewarded for meritorious deeds was the lowest, and we were arranged in the most corner position during the peach banquet, and the peach we ate was always the smallest......"

I have to say that Lu Dongbin is indeed the material for being a political commissar, and in just a few words, the seven immortals in front of him are as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, and they can't wait to go to Heaven to ask for an explanation.

But Lu Dongbin's speech was not over yet, and his voice was getting louder and louder: "What does this mean, it shows that Heaven looks down on us immortals who have risen up in the human world at all, and the reason why we can soar is completely to satisfy their sense of superiority, and we have endured it, but now they have begun to intensify their efforts and detain our peaches for no reason, fellow Daoists, do you agree?" ”

"No!"

"No!"

"Resolutely do not agree!" The crowd below was furious, waving their fists and shouting slogans hoarsely.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Get justice from them!"

Seeing that the anger of the immortals had been successfully ignited by himself, Lu Dongbin jumped off the stone and stepped on the motorcycle in front, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, we will go to Heaven now to find them for justice, let's go!" ”

As the roar of the motorcycle sounded, Lu Dongbin, who was wearing a white gray-patterned Taoist robe, an apricot yellow sword with a diagonal back, and a long-haired shawl, took the lead and led the other seven immortals to embark on a majestic journey to the heavenly court to seek justice.

Just when Gao Yang was sleeping soundly and the Eight Immortals were slaughtering towards Heaven in the starry night, in a black mist and eerie hall in the depths of Big Rock Mountain, the Ghost King Meng Sen was arguing with a group of black-robed people.

In the noise, Meng Sen, who was standing on the steps of the main hall, stood up suddenly, and scolded the several black-robed old men below with a fierce face: "The two elders of the Black and Black Shadows have not been able to contact each other for two days, and the soul card stored in the Soul Hall has also been broken. Needless to say, the two elders have been killed in the Yang World, and they must have done it from the underworld, so what's the point of you still discussing and discussing here? ”

Out of anger, Meng Sen's red eyes burst out with a red glow that was more than an inch long.

Hearing Meng Sen's angry rebuke, the ghosts below quickly stopped talking, lowered their heads one by one, staring at the gray ground under their feet, not daring to make another sound. But from their slightly trembling robes, it could be seen that these people were very jealous of the angry Monsen.

Meng Sen, as the law enforcement elder of the Ghost Palace, has always been reluctant to do things, and his royal methods are quite cruel, and he has been suppressed by the two old ghosts who are higher than him, and he still doesn't dare to be too rampant, and now that the two elders of the Black and Black Shadows are dead, no one dares to brush him anymore. It was these black-robed ghosts who cultivated to be comparable to him, and they didn't dare to argue anymore under Meng Sen's rage.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Meng Sen is no one to control, Meng Sen is just an elder of the Ghost Palace, not the Monarch of the Ghost Palace.

Seeing that all the ghosts did not dare to speak, Meng Sen seemed to be very satisfied with this effect, and there was a subtle pride in his eyes. After glancing at the ghosts who didn't dare to come out again, Meng Sen turned to look at a seat with a carved skeleton with his back to the ghosts directly above the main hall.

When Meng Sen's gaze just turned to the skull seat, the original smug look in his eyes instantly turned into humility.

"Your Royal Highness, what is your holy will for the matter of the two elders?" Facing the white-haired man with his back to everyone above, Meng Sen bent his waist like a boiled prawn.

Meng Sen's voice fell for a long time, and the skeleton seat finally turned slowly, and after all the seats were turned, a white-haired young man finally appeared in front of the ghosts, and at the same time as the seat turned, all the ghosts under the steps knelt down in unison, even Meng Sen, who was closest to the seat.

Aside from the white hair, but looking at the face, this is a young man who will never be more than thirty years old, with a handsome face with clear features like a carving, and dark and deep eyes that shine with silver light, giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.

The ghosts below who were silent were swept away by the young man's fierce gaze, and they couldn't help but shudder at the same time, and their waists were bent lower.

Just when everyone at the bottom of the steps was panicking and at a loss, a cold voice without a trace of emotion echoed above everyone's heads with endless coercion: "Regarding the death of the two elders of the Black Shadow and the Black Shadow, it should not be the work of the underworld. Because, the strongest combat power that can come to the yang world in the current underworld is the black and white impermanence bull head and horse face, although they have the strength to defeat the black and black shadows, but if the black and black shadows want to escape, they have no way. According to the above analysis, nine times out of ten, Heilin was killed by the monks of the Yang World. ”

"When did such a powerful master come out of the yang world?" Listening to the white-haired young man's analysis, everyone in the audience looked at each other, and their faces were full of horror. (To be continued.) )