"Hey!"

Ye Chen waved his hand to say hello, and asked with a smile at the ghost bride who was sitting still and slender:

"What, can you pull the red yarn down and let me see, I haven't seen what the ghost bride looks like."

Ghost Bride: ....

She didn't answer, just stared at him, her gaze getting colder and colder, so that the temperature in the ghost sedan became lower and lower.

This ghost sedan chair is a ghost weapon, just like a cultivator's magic weapon, but it is not refined by the ghost bride, but is born with it.

The formation of the ghost bride is generally the bride who dies on the day of the wedding, and the resentment that rushes to the sky makes the ghost bride and the entire wedding team all turn into ghosts, and even the ghost sedan chair has also turned into a natural ghost weapon, which is an independent space, in which the power of the ghost bride will be greatly increased, even if the ghost things that are more powerful than her can't beat her.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Chen can't beat the ghost bride in this ghost sedan chair, the space is too small to take out the big knife, and there is no room to move, so it's too close to even cast a spell.

Fortunately, the situation is not normal, he has a Dharma Protector General, in this small space...

A flawless but cold jade hand reached out and slapped Ye Chen, the vajra talisman of the body protector and the clothes on his chest were smashed on the spot, and a huge yin qi pressed down the pure yang mana he stimulated and pressed it on his chest, a cyan palm print appeared on his muscles, and the fierce cold immediately spread to the surrounding skin.

"Bang!"

Ye Chen was pressed heavily on the wall of the ghost sedan chair that was as cold as iron, and in one breath he spewed out and turned into a pillar of white mist, and the pure yang mana flowed through the meridians of the whole body, expelling and melting the cold qi that had penetrated into the body, and suddenly raised his head violently and slammed his forehead on the head of the ghost bride, but the 'bang' sound was like hitting a piece of Xuan Ice, which was cold and painful.

"What a ghost bride!"

Ye Chen knew that it was powerful before he made a move, and he didn't dare to play with fire anymore, so he decisively summoned the spirit gourd with a thought, white light erupted, and a huge golden body fell down and pressed the ghost sedan chair to a sink, and a strong force poured out from the body of the protector god, and the air in the ghost sedan chair seemed to become viscous and solidified.

And the ghost bride seemed to be stimulated at the moment when the protector god appeared, and the temperature in the ghost sedan chair instantly dropped by dozens of degrees, as if she had come to the South Pole in an instant, Ye Chen felt that his hands and feet were cold and a little stiff even if he had pure yang mana protection.

"Hit!"

The Dharma Protector will move as he wishes, and his thick arm clenched into a fist and slammed down, colliding with the ghost bride's petite jade hand, 'Boom! The wind howled in the narrow ghost sedan chair, and a powerful shockwave pressed him against the wall.

"Bang!"

The ghost bride squatted heavily on the ground, and was forcibly pressed down by the terrifying power of the Dharma Protector, Ye Chen rubbed his back and stood up, and with a thought in his heart, the Dharma Protector God would move a gap to the side, he walked in front of the ghost bride, and the red gauze on her head did not move at all as if it was growing on it.

Clapping his hands, he picked up the golden mace and gestured up and down in front of the ghost bride, and said:

"Now be honest, hehe, let me see what the ghost bride looks like!"

After speaking, the golden wedge in his hand rested on the red gauze scarf and slowly lifted it.

"Hmm!"

Ye Chen felt the coldness and murderous intent in his eyes under the scarf disappear quickly the moment he lifted the scarf, and at the same time, the surging yin qi on the ghost bride's body slowly calmed down.

"What the hell?"

He hesitated, but curiosity prevailed, and slowly lifted the red scarf with a golden wedge, slowly revealing a white and flawless almost perfect jaw contour.

"Huh?"

Ye Chen was surprised, the face under the scarf was unexpectedly good-looking, at first he thought it was a strange face like a ghost outside, or a hideous and distorted grimace, but he didn't expect it to be a beautiful face, just a little pale.

After a pause, he slowly pulled up the scarf completely, revealing a beautiful girl's face, wearing a phoenix crown and wearing a xia veil, solemn and sacred, it was the most beautiful moment in a woman's life, but it was on this day that she suddenly died of a catastrophe, and her anger turned into a terrifying ghost bride.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him for a long time, Ye Chen's movements were also stiff for a long time, and the ghost bride also looked at himself silently for a long time, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The premonition soon came true, the ghost bride suddenly showed a shy expression on her face and lowered her head, her pale jade hand pinched the corner of her clothes, and said softly in a soft and mellow voice:

"The slave's surname is Lu Minghanlian, and I have seen my husband!"

"it!"

Ye Chen suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and he felt like he was going to be dizzy, he never thought that pulling up the ghost bride's red scarf would have such a consequence.

Of course he knew that the bride's headscarf could only be opened by her husband, but the problem was that this was a ghost bride, a ghost, and the ghost knew that the ghost bride was actually like this, standing in the ghost sedan chair and looking at the ghost bride sitting on her knees like a little daughter-in-law, Ye Chen felt a headache.

Outside the ghost sedan chair, the coachman slashed with a knife, cutting a little ghost who struck a gong in half with a knife, and the little ghost turned into a stream of yin qi and disappeared.

The four attendants formed a circle back to back to enclose Wang Zhonglin in the center, each holding a magic weapon in front of him, this magic weapon was a set, and a layer of white light poured out from the magic weapon to form a circle of light curtain around them, blocking the ghosts in the welcoming procession outside.

Wang Zhonglin threw the silver sword in his hand, stretched out his finger and pointed at the silver sword, and a layer of dragon patterns immediately appeared on the sword body, with a dragon roar, the silver light on the silver sword skyrocketed, turning into a three-zhang long lifelike silver dragon in mid-air, and flew out to pierce several ghosts, and the ghost body burned with silver flames, and soon burned into ashes.

The silver dragon circled the carriage, more than a dozen ghosts disappeared, and the old woman in front of the ghost sedan chair grabbed a handful of red flowers from the flower basket and sprinkled them, turning into a ghost with a fist dragging red light and rushing towards them.

The speed of this ghost shadow is extremely fast, the silver dragon only devours half of it in one turn, and the remaining dozens of ghost shadows cross the silver dragon and pounce on the four servants to lay down white light, crashing into the light curtain 'bang' and exploding, the light curtain is forcibly torn open after dozens of violent shakes.

But at this time, Wang Zhonglin had finished casting the spell, and a silver ball of light with a large head was suspended above his head, and as he stretched out his hand, the ball of light exploded like a firework and turned into countless thin silver filaments.

The remaining momentum of the silver filament did not decrease and fell to the surroundings like a rain of lasers in the sky, and the remaining ghost objects and ghost bodies were pierced into a sieve one by one, and disappeared into a cloud of yin qi on the spot.

Only two moves to kill the ghost marrying team, the four servants scattered, Wang Zhonglin stretched out his hand to take back the silver dragon into a silver sword, walked quickly to the ghost sedan chair, and walked around the ghost sedan chair with a dignified face, and the coachman also circled around with a knife, and asked in a humming voice:

"Guan Lord, is this sect leader dead?"

Wang Zhonglin shook his head:

"Brother I Guan Sect has a lot of mana, and he's good at... Fighting, it should be fine. ”