Fortunately, the stilted building that surrounds the sea is at the highest point, and it is some distance from other stilted buildings. In addition, the battle just now was all completed in the light of light, so it didn't attract the attention of the people in the Gu Gate.

Yu Deshui hesitantly looked back at the closed door, and finally had the courage to sit on the stairs outside the door and wait.

It's so insecure to have no true qi, and he feels like a dog discarded by his owner-

Weak, pitiful and helpless.

When the rest of the water went out, Pan Yang took out a lollipop and slowly peeled off the wrapper, put the lollipop in his mouth and smacked it deliciously. And Meng Huanhai was nailed to his soul by the broken army, sweating profusely, his face was pale and trembling, and he really lived like a year, and he was really tormented.

Pan Yang was relieved, and then asked him: "You are also a loser?" ”

"Yes," Meng Huanhai was shocked by the broken army, his voice trembled, and he cautiously peeked at Pan Yang's face: "Down there is the [Black Mountain Ghost Country] ghost cultivator, dare to ask which country you are a Taoist friend?" ”

Montenegrin ghost country?

Although Pan Yang hadn't heard of it, the Black Mountain Ghost Country should be one of the four ghost countries alongside the Black Wind Ghost Country, right?

Meng Huanhai actually reported the nationality of the ghost country of Montenegro, but didn't the master say that the ghost country and ghost cultivation are not the same way? With his mind racing, Pan Yang said with a cold face: "You don't care which country I belong to, do you want to do it?" ”

"I don't want to ......" Meng Huanhai hurriedly denied it, but Pan Yang was equivalent to admitting that he was a ghost, and the ghosts in the world were one family, Meng Huanhai calmed down a little in his heart, and said: "Fellow Daoist, since you have also taken away, if you don't think it's our Black Mountain Ghost Country, it must be the Black Wind Ghost Country and the [Rakshasa Ghost Country]!"

"But ghost cultivation has no borders, we are all family!

"The Black Mountain Ghost Country, the Black Wind Ghost Country, and the Rakshasa Ghost Country fight to the death, in fact, it's none of our ghost cultivation.

"You and I have the same purpose, and there is no injustice or hatred, why not make a friend, and have a support in the Yang Realm in the future!"

That's a lot of information! Pan Yang pondered for two seconds and said, "That's what I said...... What does you have to do with Gu Men? ”

"Oh, in the next life, he was the ancestor of the Gu Sect, Meng Huanfeng!" Meng Huanhai, no, it should be said that Meng Huanfeng wanted to give up his hand to Pan Yang, but he only had one hand left, and after raising it, he was sluggish and witty and gave a thumbs up: "Daoyou's flying sword is superb, it should also be which ancestor of Qingcheng, right?" ”

Pan Yang bowed slightly, and asked again: "Do you know Tang Ao?" ”

"Tang Ao?" Meng Huanfeng's eyes lit up: "Of course, Zai Xia and him are both ghosts in the [Poison Alliance]!" He is a hot red ghost under the throne of the Black Wind Ghost Country! How? Daoyou and Tang Ao know each other, it is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and a ghost doesn't recognize a ghost! What do you call a Taoist friend? ”

Pan Yang opened his mouth and came: "Don't have your surname Jiao." ”

"Jiao Daoyou, Tang Ao will choose someone to take away in the near future! When the time comes, old friends will get together, and I must toast you three cups in the next! Meng Huanfeng laughed heartily, but his eyes were crazy and suggestive Pan Yang looked at the broken army and then at Pan Yang and then at the broken army: Big man, your own people, don't use the flying sword against me?

"Forget and forget." Pan Yang recalled Po Jun with a smile, and asked Meng Huanfeng again: "What is Tang Ao for?" ”

"Aren't we all the same, the seizure is for ......" Speaking of this, Meng Huanfeng suddenly woke up:

"You don't know?"

It's revealing again! Pan Yang is also drunk, and it's not easy to talk a little, mainly because he knows too little......

"You are also a loser, but you don't know why......" Meng Huanfeng pondered and was extremely frightened, and asked in a trembling voice:

"What the hell are you?"

Pan Yanggang wanted to explain, but unexpectedly, Meng Huanfeng snorted coldly: "I remember you, surnamed Jiao!"

"I'll settle accounts with you in the future!"

As he spoke, Meng Huanfeng's face festered, and the ulcerated area continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Corpse pills?

Commit suicide if you don't agree with each other! Ruthless enough! In fact, Pan Yang didn't care if Meng Huanfeng was dead, but listening to Meng Huanfeng's meaning, he could return to the netherworld after he died, and he could also come to the Yang Realm to settle accounts with Pan Yang, which was very troublesome. The problem is that Meng Huanfeng committed suicide, and Pan Yang can't do anything about him......

At this moment, Pan Yang suddenly felt a little dizzy, and Meng Huanfeng had already rolled his eyes and fell to the ground!

Before falling, Meng Huanfeng scolded: "Mommy [Drunken Dream Fragrance] ......"

Drunken dreams?

Pan Yang remembered that the drunken dream incense that Meng Huanfeng said should be the sandalwood lit by Hataye, and at that time Pan Yang felt that the fragrance made people drunk, and it turned out that it could really make people drunk and fall asleep.

But for myself, this is God's assist!

Pan Yang went to the straw mat and found a comfortable position to lie down, and as soon as his eyes were closed and opened, he fell into Meng Huanfeng's dream!

Meng Huanfeng couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Pan Yang: "How did you get in......?"

Pan Yang: "I want you to be widowed!" ”

"Humph! If you succeed, your mana will be empty! I'm about to breathe, what can you do with me? Meng Huanfeng spread out his hands indifferently, and when he spread out, he found that he only had one hand. Ghost cultivation is like this, the disability before death will be carried over after death, just like a tuberculosis ghost who has tuberculosis before death will not be able to help coughing.

Meng Huanfeng glared at Pan Yang angrily: "The surname is Jiao, when I come again, it will be your death!" ”

"Whew-"

The cold light flashed, and a bright sword light was as fast as lightning to take Meng Huanfeng, and Meng Huanfeng's whole ghost was not good:

"Why ......"

"Boom!"

The bright sword light was unstoppable, and it instantly exploded Meng Huanfeng's soul sea, and Meng Huanfeng collapsed into a cloud of black smoke......

In the black smoke, there was a faint wail of Meng Huanfeng: "Why can you still use a flying sword after you have taken it......

"It can't ......"

"I told you a long time ago!" Pan Yang put his hands behind his back and looked deeply: "Li Neng, everything has Ke Ning!" ”

"Sneer-sss

The black smoke that Meng Huanfeng turned into was not only rich but also large, and the bright sword light circled around the black smoke pocket for several circles before the black smoke was completely swallowed, even if Pan Yang cultivated "Xuanmen Evil Qi", the soul sea also had a full feeling of rising, Pan Yang couldn't help but guess whether this would be all of Meng Huanfeng.

It is reasonable that a wisp of divided soul should not be so full and so rising, after all, Pan Yang is no longer a rookie ghost cultivator.

Pan Yang is considered an old ghost cultivator, his soul is strong, and he is only drunk with the fragrance of dreams, and he pulls out of his dreams as soon as his mind moves.

At this time, Meng Huanfeng's corpse had just festered to the point that his cheeks were exposed to his white bones, and soon his whole body would turn into a mess of yellow water, saving Pan Yang the trouble of destroying the corpse. Pan Yang's only problem was that Meng Huanfeng was so mad that he used Gu to control the bigwigs of at least ten sects in the southwest rivers and lakes!