I was shocked as if I had been hit by five thunderbolts.

Make sure it's written right over and over again.

Little Gouzi?!

Could it be that this demon fox named Sanliang is also the hand of the queen of hatred.

Waterfa?!

According to the operation, it seems that this is the case, it is said that the king of the deacon did not completely lose his soul, but gave a little of his soul to Gou Changzai to hide in the portrait, and then fled to the yang world by the path.

Then Gou Chang was preparing to repair the remnant soul of the Angry King through the ghost luck.

Later, I didn't expect to meet me, a person who is exactly the same as the king of the ruling king, and then my faith will be shattered, which is equivalent to suicide by digging out my heart.

Now I have encountered the demon fox Sanliang hidden in the Hundred Ghost Tomb in the base for planting the other side of the flower, and the other side flower can condense the body for the soul.

If Gou Chang succeeds in repairing the remnants of the king of resentment.

Come here with the soul of the King of Hatred, then......

Can it be said that the flower on the other side was actually brought out of the underworld by the king of deacon?!

But it's not in line with the time of his death!

It stands to reason that he should have been dead for a long time, at least ten years to start.

I pondered this bend a little, looked at Sanliang's smart and witty eyes, and felt that this fat fox must not be easy to fool, maybe he will have to show his stuff in a while, maybe he will eat me in one bite......

Oh my!

Dead! What a complete dead end!

I was in a low mood, and I continued to pretend: "This king hasn't gone to look for Xiao Gouzi yet, and the back hand set up before has worked, allowing this king to find another body." It's just that I can't remember a lot of things, and in secular terms, this king may have lost his memory...... I almost didn't recognize you just now. ”

Sanliang smoothed the soil with his claws and rewrote a line of words: "Your Majesty, Xiao Sanliang has failed your deathbed instructions and failed to keep this pure land......"

Entrust? Hold?

Could it be that the king of the deacons has other meanings for letting the fat fox go here?!

Sanliang kept writing with his paws and communicating with me.

"Your Majesty, there was a monster who came here after escaping from the underworld, and the little three and two escaped after being seriously injured by that monster...... Later, the underworld sent a first-class yin to chase and kill the monster, and then the first-class yin super and the monster died together, but I didn't expect the monster to be a step ahead. ”

"After I go back here."

"I found that the monster made the spirit left behind after the death of the first-class yin cha into a puppet, and I don't know where to get the flower seed of the other side. Transform this tomb that was originally the king's favorite place into a place to plant flowers on the other side. ”

"But I believe that you will one day take back the glory that belongs to you, Your Majesty! So the little three has been waiting for you here! ”

"How can the glory of the king be insulted by others!?"

"But the remnants of that youkai's soul and I were awakened at the same time!"

"I just don't know why it didn't show up!"

"I believe he is fearing the king! Fear the majesty of the King! ”

"Please kill the monster with your lord!"

Sanliang burst into tears with tears on his face, like a loyal minister who had been bullied and oppressed countless times, and kowtowed to the ground to leave the words that let me kill the monster.

Yokai still exist......

Slash!?

What are you going to do?

Really, I'm the King of Hatred!?

No, you still have to run, you have to run!

Thankfully, I realized that the reason why the Ghost King set didn't work for him was because he was the dogleg of the Hated King...... After all, as I saw in the first photo, the Angry King also has equipment similar to the Ghost King suit.

"You get up first!"

I stepped forward and made great efforts to hold up the three and two.

Three or two showed guilt on his face, like he couldn't help what I confessed, it was a great shame for him, and he didn't dare to look at me squarely: "Huh...... Boom...... Woowoo woo ......"

As if to say, "My sin, my lord!" I'm incompetent! ”

"Okay, don't talk about it."

There are wolves in front of you and tigers in the back, I don't dare to expose the fact that I am not the king of deaconship himself in front of him, after all, the monster has not appeared, maybe he will have to rely on him to fight the monster later. Just looking at his big head and hair, the Dao Xing cultivation is not much lower, at least it will be higher than me.

"Three or two."

I gently called his name.

Sanliang still didn't dare to look up at me: "Boom."

The fog above the slope did not dissipate, but gathered more and more, and the thunder and light rolled as if a violent storm was about to pour out of the fog at any moment.

The lightning shone so I could see the mist

I felt that even the air around me was oppressive.

Three figures faintly flashed at the beginning of the swampy soil section.

I held my breath and summoned a small yellow flag from my space backpack that could change the pattern of feng shui and planted it in the soil.

The Little Yellow Flag can be said to be an artifact in a way.

I can control how the Yellow Flag changes the Feng Shui landscape through my mind.

It just so happens that I have an appropriate countermeasure at this time, and the surrounding wind pattern is already yin, plus there is basically no yang energy when no one intrudes, and it is mixed with the despair before being absorbed by the other side flower.

Ordinary people stay here for a long time, and they will lose their lives.

I pushed Santael: "Little Santael, you retreat to the bottom of that slope."

"Huh?"

Sanliang may know that the resurrection of the King of Anger is also a state of great vitality, so I'm worried about whether I can face the monster by myself.

"It's okay, let's go."

I frowned, and a cold face urged him to step back.

"Boom ......"

Seeing my resolute appearance, Sanliang had to retreat to the bottom of the slope.

When he withdrew, I took out a one-second fear pill while maintaining my strength, leaving it in my hand without any extra movements.

The three figures were divided into three directions, left and right, and rushed forward silently, no more than thirty meters away from me.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

In the blink of an eye, it was already ten meters away from me.

The darkness buried my vision, but it could not erase my sense of crisis when I was resurrected from the imminent death of death.

I could sense that three different emotions of murderous aura were coming towards me, and I also felt three familiar yin auras suddenly erupt.

This sinister aura is the same as the remnant of the schanter that he killed.

Therefore, I concluded that the sphantom's injuries must be so severe that his body could not appear, and he could only kill me by controlling the remnant soul of the schanter created by controlling You Chen's soul.

Some hit!

Five-meter ......

As the distance approached, I felt that there were different emotions in the three yin breaths, the joy of immortality, the anger of blowing his beard and glaring at him, and the joy of returning to youth in a drunken dream.

Anger is the central point.

One meter ......

Three figures rushed out of the darkness.

Three identical figures.

You Chen!!

The three figures each held a spear more than three feet long.

And the tip of the spear is all pierced with me as the center.

"Spicy Celestial Star!"

I pressed the fear pill and exploded it on the soil.

"Boom!"

The soil was blasted into a small pit half a meter deep.

Completely lifeless changes the feng shui magnetic field within a radius of one meter.

I collapsed sideways in the pit, and the three figures of the Fear Value Pill explosion paused for a moment. I seized this opportunity to communicate with my mind and change the feng shui pattern within a radius of one meter again.

It is full of spring, full of vitality, and the vitality of the revival of all things.

The alternation of life and death is magically manifested in the feng shui magnetic field within a radius of one meter, but it is not enough!

I took the opportunity to turn on the airplane mode and jumped out of the small pit, bent my five fingers and rubbed out the second fear pill and pressed it into the soil: "Spicy Skystar!"

"Boom!"

The aftermath of the explosion continued to affect the movements of the three Demon Remnants.

The feng shui magnetic field changes for the third time, it is difficult to maintain a balance between vitality and death, the balance is tilted towards death, and the small yellow flag continues to input the feng shui magnetic field that occupies one-third of vitality, and you go back and forth between the two.

When the remnant souls of the three ghosts regained their ability to move, they fell into the chaotic and restless feng shui magnetic field again. First, the vitality helped them mend the injuries in the remnant souls, and every time they repaired it, they were destroyed by the death qi as fierce as a robber.

Life and death alternate, back and forth.

The Feng Shui magnetic field successfully controlled the three remnant souls, making them unable to take a step forward.

My body strength was hollowed out and I ran to Sanliang's side with my chest: "Can I fly?" If you can fly, let's run up! ”

"Huh?"

Sanliang still thinks that I can kill the remnants of the three ghosts.

At the time of life and death, I resolutely didn't dare to pretend to be forced, picked him up in my arms, and tried my best to stimulate an unprecedented flight speed and fly towards the fog...... It's safe to get through the last hurdle.

The Little Yellow Flag is an artifact in terms of changing Feng Shui.

However, this does not change the ability of the little yellow flag itself to bear.

The yin aura carried by the remnant souls of the three charms was already biased towards death, and the brothers wanted to break the deadlock and struggled to desperately evaporate the yin aura.

In this way, death is like getting reinforcements.

The momentum of death is like a broken bamboo, and the vitality of the attack is crumbling.

"Click...... Click......"

The little yellow flag, which had been surrounded and suppressed without restrictions, finally couldn't stand it, and began to crack from the flagpole, and then the flag was filled with blood-red flames.

"Click!"

The entire flagpole was shattered into seven knots.

The banner remained in flames for three seconds before being burned to ashes.

The feng shui bureau was broken, and when the three figures saw that I had already dwelled in the mist, they wanted to kill them all endlessly: "Catch him...... Catch him ......"