Qing Xuan stood up, walked down without waves, and slowly walked to the left side of a vase with delicate and lifelike paintings, slender fingers gently outlined and rubbed along the exquisite lines on the vase, and the light-colored eyes seemed to look at the bottle unintentionally, the light in those eyes seemed to have the ability to penetrate everything, through the bottle, through the wall, to see something unknown.

The fingers that touched the vase were flattened, and the next moment the bottle was broken. The fire on the city wall inevitably harmed the pond fish, and the vase also fell down against the wall, and the dust raised spread unscrupulously throughout the house.

Dodge quickly into the world behind the wall, an ambiguous red roamed freely in every corner, and the red wedding cloth hung all over the house.

Qing Xuan caught the figure that wanted to escape quickly, which was the closest to the king of the famous realm. Smashed hard against the wall next to him, and before the figure slid off the wall, Qing Xuan grabbed the figure again, pressed his head and smashed a pit on the ground, and quickly and densely punched the shell that was about to knock out the brain, and then grabbed his hair to "rescue" his face from the smashed pit.

"What about people?" asked Qing Xuan lightly.

"Dog Qingqiu, do you think you are absolutely amazing? Lao Tzu is close to the end, if it weren't for the shit that stepped on you, do you think you are the one who is the ghost king now?"

Although there is only one word difference between absolute and near, this cultivation is very different, and the desperate ghost king is an overwhelmingly terrifying existence for all ghosts.

"Do you think I'm hiding because I'm afraid of you? How can I be afraid of the dog Qingxuan, I'll tell you, I ......" The second half of the cruel words had not been completely "exposed", and the head was pressed into the pit again, followed by dozens of violent punches, and the sound was terrifying.

Qing Xuan had a lot of blood on his hands, and he grabbed the hair on his head again, forced him to pull up a face that was not human, but not a ghost, and said with a faint smile: "Do you want to talk well?"

“...... What do you say?" the realm king who was lying on the ground was a little scared and said tremblingly.

"A ghost you caught, near, where?"

Lying on the ground, there was blood on the top of the king's head, so he brushed his hair, revealing a face with thief eyebrows, a little gloomy and obscene, his eyes were slightly open, with a slightly surprised look, "How can it be possible?

Qing Xuan's strength in his hand increased a little, and he almost wanted to pull up the ghost's hair, "There's a lot of nonsense, where is it?"

The scalp of the king of the realm was already beaten by the green and he didn't even feel the pain, but he was pulled so hard by the green rope again, but it still hurt a little, "Hey, you're going to die, light", the king of the realm shouted loudly without fear.

The faint smile on Qing Xuan's face dyed a little red in the room, and the fluctuating anger seemed to surround it.

The King of the Realm suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his neck, which stimulated the nerves, and went straight to the bone marrow, and the cold sweat on his body suddenly appeared, so he behaved a little more well-behaved, "Ghost King, I was wrong...... I said, in the ...... On the other side of the West Wing, there is a separate building over there, and the ghost you are looking for is lying in a coffin inside."

"What are you doing with him?" Qing Xuan looked indifferently at the Realm King who was surrounded by the flames derived from the red beads, and his neck was trembling with pain.

The realm king lying on the ground was inexplicably embarrassed, and made a shy smile like a girl to be married, "That's the coffin I used when I died, I ......"

When Qing Xuan heard this, the anger suppressed in his heart burned indulgently for a while, and the ring of fire around the neck of the realm king turned a little red.

The ghost gave his coffin to others to sleep on, just like a girl in the boudoir leading a man to visit her boudoir, and it was obvious what the king of this realm had in mind. I really can't imagine that if he comes a few steps late, what will he do with his son who has been in distress for decades? Although he has heard of Longyang, he really didn't expect that he will see the truth one day! It will still happen to someone close to him. No matter how his son looks like a serious ghost, it is impossible for him to like a man, and he is such an ugly man, it is even more impossible, he is so wronged by his Ning Ying

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but scold in my heart: This dog thing is really bold, shameless, lewd, and shameless.

The king of the realm also seemed to realize that he was in danger, and his shy look did not subside, and fear and unwillingness climbed up densely to drive away the "girl's spring".

The dying people seemed to have a power to return to the light, and the realm king, who was originally dying, suddenly struggled hard, and actually broke free from the shackles of Qing Xuan, and quickly retreated dozens of steps, which can be regarded as a safe distance from Qing Xuan.

The king of the realm stared at Qing Xuan viciously, his whole eyes were bloodshot red, like two big blood holes, and his messy hair was thrown back, revealing a blood-stained and distorted face, matched with that festive red, weird and terrifying.

With a sneer, a sword from nowhere appeared in his hand out of thin air, and without hesitation, he quickly rushed towards Qing Xuan, and before he arrived, the fierce sword qi had already flown over, blowing up the room.

Qing Xuan dodged slightly, avoiding the attack of the sword qi, his narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the ring of fire around the neck of the realm king tightened with a force visible to the naked eye, causing the realm king to stumble a few steps, and then knelt on the ground, like an oxygen-deprived fish, trying hard to tear away the uncomfortable suffocating burning sensation.

Struggling to no avail, holding the last fierce spirit of the ghost, he staggered towards Qing Xuan with his sword, and slashed in the air, and finally exhausted all his strength, landed on his knees first, and fell to the ground with a bang.

However, for a moment or three, the realm king, who was still dying and struggling, announced in a ball of flames that he was "dying".

Patting the non-existent dust in his hand, he didn't even give a glance to the dead soul that had just dissipated, and hurriedly walked out. As soon as Qing Miao walked out of the door, dozens of ghost warriors in black armor who moved neatly and uniformly also ran to the door, and when they saw Qing Xuan, they immediately stopped, and the most headed ghost warrior spoke: "Your Majesty, the miscellaneous items in and around the realm king's mansion have been dealt with, and more than 5,000 ghosts have been captured, how to deal with them?"

Qing Xuan touched the neckline, collected the look of talent below, his face was indifferent, he pursed the corners of his lips, and showed a just right smile, "Hmm", he first responded, and then continued: "Put those captured male ghosts into the army, and let the rest go, give me a good search, and take away all the value."

"Yes" replied briefly in unison, and quickly went to work.

Qing Xuan glanced up in the direction of the west, a tall building stood out from the ground, also hung full of red lanterns, blown by the strong wind "rejoicing", as if about to get rid of the shackles that bound it and fly away with the wind.