"You say we ......" Du Le just wanted to say something, the soles of his feet slipped and suddenly fell to the ground, with a click, the sacral vertebrae were broken, and a miserable scream followed.

"Why are you so ......" When Le Pu Chenggang wanted to say "Why are you so careless", he was also planted on the ground, and the two sang and harmonized, as if they were howling more than anyone else.

Listening to the painful howls of the two, Mao Zheng couldn't help laughing, and praised with a thumbs up: "The effect of your bad luck charm is good, where did you learn it?"

The fat man smiled, put on a proud look and said: "This is a spirit talisman that I researched myself, and it is not worthy of any talisman technique, it is good to use it to rectify people." ”

"Then do you want to fix whoever you want with this talisman?" asked Mao Zheng.

The cheap fat man replied: "If that's the case, it's not worthy of the spell of the talisman, even if it's the talisman technique, it can be called the talisman of mine, right? My bad luck talisman is only useful for the monks of the Golden Immortal Realm and the cultivators who have cultivated a little......

"Holy. Hearing the fat man's explanation, Mao Zheng couldn't help but burst out with a foul mouth, "I'm also a Golden Immortal Realm monk, so wouldn't you want me to be unlucky, I'll be unlucky?"

"Listen to what I say. The cheap fat man glanced at Mao Zheng, and then said: "There is another drawback, that is, it can only be used on monks who are weaker than their own divine soul cultivation, for me, I can generally use it casually, after all, I am now in the Immortal Realm, and my cultivation is completely higher than that of the Golden Immortal Realm monks."

Moreover, the cultivators' spiritual cultivation is basically the same as their own cultivation, but you are not the same, your spiritual cultivation is much higher than your physical cultivation, so ......"

There is no need for the fat man to continue, Mao Zheng already knew the answer, breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said: "Fortunately, my soul cultivation is high, otherwise ......"

......

They didn't linger on the bad luck charm, and after a few more conversations, they went back to their rooms.

Although the Yellow Spring at the door was constantly gushing out of the ghostly energy, no ghost cultivator dared to come and swallow the water of the Yellow Spring.

Just when they thought that the danger caused by this yellow spring water was gone, an evil aura was quietly condensing.

The gushing speed of the yellow spring water was not as rapid as before, but no one noticed the strangeness of the yellow spring, and even if they did, they would only think that it was just that the yellow spring water was about to dry up, so the speed of the gushing out would slow down.

As the days passed, the gushing speed of the yellow spring water has more than doubled. Everyone watched as the speed slowed down, but there was no sign of drying up, and then they realized that something was wrong.

Called the fat man and asked him to take a look at the yellow spring water, but he didn't get half a point, just felt a trace of evil aura.

But the evil aura was not strong, but a little soft, and the fat man couldn't feel the slightest smile.

Mao Zheng also came out of the customs early in the morning, attracted by the scene of a group here, and came here

, the evil aura exuded from the yellow spring water made Mao Zheng a little stunned.

"Huangquan Zhenjun, the charm of the ghost?" Mao Zheng muttered to himself, and the fat man heard Mao Zhengshen's chattering to himself, so he leaned up and asked, "What do you know?"

Mao Zheng did not answer the fat man, but asked all the monks of the Nine Mansions who were watching here to quickly retreat into the Nine Mansions and immediately open the barrier of the Nine Mansions.

After retreating into the Nine Mansions, the fat man came up again and asked, "What is this ghostly ghost?"

Mao Zheng took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions, "Whew." You haven't seen the power of the ghosts under the throne of the True Monarch of Huangquan. ”

"Who the hell is this Huangquan True Monarch?" the rest of the monks also stepped forward one after another, and said with a puzzled look on their faces.

Just as Mao Zheng was about to explain, there was a rumbling sound from the barrier outside the Nine Mansions, and he followed the sound to look out of the door, and the monks in four different colors of clothes were raising their fingers to the barrier of the Nine Mansions.

"They're the ghosts!" Mao Zheng said, a hint of fear could be heard in his tone.

Mao Zheng, who has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, is now showing a trace of fear, so how terrifying should this ghost be?

Seeing that Mao Zheng didn't mean to continue, the fat man said in a deep voice to the four ghost clan monks outside the Nine Mansions, "Who are you? Why did you attack my Nine Mansions barrier?"

"Huangquan True Monarch's Throne is full of ghosts!" said in unison, sounding quite tacit.

As they thought, what the Ghost Demon is best at is the technique of joint killing, and the four ghost cultivators are all in the realm of the third-grade ghost king, if they join forces, I am afraid that the first-grade ghost king can also fight.

This is also the most important reason why Huangquan Zhenjun has taken a fancy to the four of them.

Yu sneered and said, "As a mage, you haven't even heard of the name of our ghostly ghost, what else are you a mage? Go home and eat." ”

"Damn!" The fat man was scolded sarcastically, his heart was furious, and he was almost about to rush up to fight with them, but fortunately, Mao Zheng stopped him at the critical moment and signaled him not to be impulsive.

With Mao Zheng's reminder, the fat man regained his senses and knew that this was the method of the trick, and then his eyes turned and an excellent ghost idea came to mind.

"You said grandpa, I don't know who you are, so do you know who grandpa and I am?" said the fat man with the same question.

Where did he know who the cheap fat man was, suddenly his mind flashed, and he said quite confidently: "Grandpa!"

"Damn!" How did the fat man know that Wei would take such an initiative, and immediately responded: "Eh, grandpa is here!"

Mei heard that the fat man had tricked him, and immediately reminded: "You idiot, you don't know if you have been tricked by this Terran monk?"

"What?" Hearing Mei's reminder, Wei reacted at this time, and a pair of cheap fat men staring at the nine mansions with angry eyes, their killing intent was strong to the extreme.

"What? if you want to kill me, if you want to kill me, you can come in!" The fat man provoked again, now that he has provoked the fish, if he is adding oil and vinegar, maybe he can really bring in the ghost, but the charm around him is very tricky, and the head doesn't know why it is so bright, every time the fat man is fooled, he will be reminded by the charm to regain his senses, which makes the fat man very angry.

Mei sneered, and then said: "You don't have to waste your efforts, your radical method may be very effective for a few of them, so long as I am here, I won't let them fall for your radical method!"

The fat man listened to Mei's words, and he was helpless, knowing that the agitation method was definitely useless, and he turned his eyes to Mao Zheng, as if asking what should we do now?

Mao Zheng didn't have any way, after all, if he fought hard, so many Jiufu monks really wouldn't be able to beat the joint ghost.

Xiao looked at the fat man who was silent, and said disdainfully: "Why? In addition to his verbal kung fu, his own combat power is so poor? He doesn't even have the courage to fight with me?"

Mao Zheng smiled and said, "You don't have to stir up the law, in the words of the charm, it's useless at all!"

Although he was a little afraid in his heart, he was not afraid to the point of being ridiculed, and in the face of the dragon's agitation, Mao Zheng just scoffed at it, and did not show half of his anger.

Mei looked at Mao Zheng with a smile, and suddenly flicked his left hand, and a turquoise light flew towards the Jiufu barrier like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole.

As soon as the barrier of the Nine Mansions stabilized, it was stained by this green light, and it immediately shook wildly, and the sound was like a wave, causing ripples in all directions.

The next moment, the impregnable barrier defense shattered with a loud bang.

At the moment when the barrier shattered, a dark red beam of light shot into the Nine Mansion Mansion like an arrow, and the target was the most ferocious fat man just now.

The fat man who was hit by the red light had a faint red light all over his body, and the frightened fat man hurriedly checked himself, whether there was anything wrong.

But after some examination, there were not many injuries all over the body, and the speed of Gangqi was not reduced.

But Mao Zheng's face was shocked, "Possess the bone ghost fire!"

Everyone was puzzled, and they all threw their eyes at Mao Zheng for knowledge, Mao Zheng took a deep breath of cold air, and said: "This bone-possessed ghost fire does not hurt the body, but it is a divine soul secret technique for the divine soul, and the monk who is hit by the red light will not only know the location of the caster at any time, but his divine soul cultivation will be transferred to the caster's sea of consciousness through the ghost fire accumulated day by day." ”

"Is there a solution?" The fat man was worried, if he had been kept in his body by this bone-possessed ghost fire, even if he couldn't become a fool, he would definitely become a "blind man".

Mao Zheng shook his head. After a sigh, he said, "The only way is to kill the caster!"

Hearing this, Xiao couldn't help but smile disdainfully, "Just because you still want to kill me, you don't even dare to open the door of these nine mansions."

Out, right?"

"Bullying my Terran cultivator?" A majestic voice sounded, and Yang Jiuyang's proud figure was reflected in everyone's eyes, including the four ghost kings.

Na Mei looked at Yang Jiuyang and looked at him carefully, only to feel that although his strength was not high, his aura was unrivaled, so he called them the four ghost kings under the Huangquan True Monarch Throne couldn't help but raise their heads in this aura.

Mei smiled, but this smile was ......

"I don't look down on you Terran monks, but when did you Terran monks ever look down on us?

"Okay!" Yang Jiuyang took out the golden dragon sword, and the killing intent was mixed with anger, and he took a step forward. The thick aura was coercive, and the heaviness on the top of their heads made them think that there was a mountain above their heads.

"Rush!" Mao Zheng raised the Five Nine Sword, and his battle intent was mobilized to the extreme by Yang Jiuyang, and hundreds of Jiufu monks swarmed over and surrounded the four of them.

Where did the ghost know that they were not simply surrounding them, but arranging the formation, and he thought with great disdain in his heart that the ants were indeed ants, and they were actually scattering their combat power.

The next moment, they paid for their egos. The vines burst out of the ground, constantly attracting their attention, and Yang Jiuyang had already killed them at this time.

The golden dragon sword in his hand stabbed towards the ghost, and the golden sword suddenly appeared, accompanied by the sound of a deep dragon groan.

"Good sword!" Mei schemingly praised the golden dragon sword in Yang Jiuyang's hand, but he didn't say a word about this sword move, obviously mocking Yang Jiuyang for burying such a good sword.

There is such a city!

Yang Jiuyang snorted coldly in his heart, and the next moment, the golden dragon sword in his hand suddenly changed its moves, and a spiritual light burst out, seemingly invisible, but in fact it was hard and tangible.

was hit by the spiritual light, and the ghost's body was just transparent in the blink of an eye, and it solidified again.

The ghost king under the seat of Huangquan Zhenjun is really not ordinary, if he is replaced by an ordinary ghost king, I am afraid that he has already turned into a spirit at this time and returned to the embrace of heaven and earth.

Hurt by what she thought was an ant, Charm was furious. Unexpectedly, he sacrificed his natal ghost weapon, and frantically pumped at Yang Jiuyang with a chain.

Of course, Yang Jiuyang knew that Mei's combat power was not weak, and when he was about to block the golden dragon sword in front of him, a golden dragon king phantom appeared in front of Yang Jiuyang out of thin air, opening his teeth and dancing claws, and a pair of dragon eyes were full of contempt.

(End of chapter)