The black-faced marshal was swept into a cavern beneath the ground, and the crimson mist of the cavern kept tumbling, making it impossible to see anything.

Several people who looked like Taoist priests were practicing in the red mist, their bodies were as if they were petrified, motionless, and it seemed that the Yuan Shen had been in the dark for a long time.

The black-faced marshal prostrate on the ground, not daring to act rashly.

Suddenly, a low, bell-like voice came from the cave, and it pierced through the black-faced marshal's internal organs.

This voice was made by the demon god who was sealed in the rock formation by the Buddha, and the demon god said, "My pious disciple, what gift have you brought to honor me, I happen to be a little hungry." ”

The black-faced marshal was shocked, then stretched out his hands and handed the black cloth bag containing the ghost into the billowing red mist.

A strong red wave surged over, and the black-faced marshal only felt a numbness in his arm, and the black cloth bag had been taken off his hand and sucked by the tumbling red wave.

Immediately a few terrible screams of the ghosts were heard, and there was no sound in the cave, and the silence of death was restored.

This silence makes the heart uneasy!

During this period, the Taoist priests sitting in the red mist were still like clay sculptures, and they didn't even move their hair.

Black Face was thinking about how to ask the demon god to give him mana, so that he could use the demon method to control Meng Zihao and the extremely loyal officials around the emperor, so that he could dominate the world.

From the depths of the cave, the voice of the demon god came again, "It's a few little ghosts, these little ghosts can't do anything at all!"

Don't you know, my pious son--?

I have been sealed for a thousand years, and now is the most critical moment, do I need a powerful dark energy to allow me to break the seal?

What's the use of these little ghosts, you don't just grab a few little ghosts to fool me, right? ”

When the black-faced marshal heard that the demon god who was sealed in the rock formation was questioning him, he was so frightened that he was weak and trembled on the ground.

The black-faced marshal fought with his upper and lower teeth, and said, "The disciples don't dare, the disciples all follow the orders of the gods, and they kill some people with strong yin qi, and they catch some ghosts with heavy yin spirits."

The disciple really didn't know what kind of ghost could make the Divine Venerable generate powerful dark energy. ”

"Alas, they are all ordinary people, what kind of energy can they have!

I can't wait any longer.

By the way, I have counted a thousand-year-old ginseng grass in the Ling Mountain to be reincarnated.

This is a fairy grass that has been inspired by the Buddha for thousands of years.

The immortal grass itself doesn't have much energy, but how can it become one with him and embrace the thousand-year-old aura on his body, he can exert huge energy.

At that point, I can immediately rush to the seal.

Haha, as long as I rush to seal, these three realms will be mine,

I will use magic to recreate heaven and earth. ”

The demon god softened when he said this, and his tone became softer.

The demon god said to the black-faced marshal, "Go, my pious disciple, go to the human world and help me catch the ginseng grass that was reincarnated in the mortal world, then the whole human world will be yours." ”

The black-faced marshal moved in his heart, isn't this the best time to let the demon god give him magic, with magic, I am afraid that Miss Zhang will not obey.

The black-faced marshal had his own calculations in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down and said, "Divine Venerable, the ginseng grass has become a mortal when it comes down to the world, and in this vast sea of people, where are the disciples going to find the ginseng grass."

It's better for the Divine Venerable to give me magic, so that I can have a pair of magic eyes that can see through people's past and present lives, and the disciple will go to the vast sea of people to find ginseng grass for the Divine Venerable. ”

As soon as the black-faced marshal's words fell, the red mist in the cave became thicker and thicker, only disturbing the black-faced marshal's head to swell and his heart to be confused.

The black-faced marshal thought to himself, this ghost place is really not a place for people to stay!

When I have magic, I want to enjoy all the glory and wealth in the world, and play with the peerless beauties in the world.

The beauty of the world is not enough to taste, it is best to catch a fairy to play, then it is enjoyable.

The black-faced marshal was thinking wildly when the maniacal laughter of the demon god suddenly came from the cave.

Only frightened the black-faced marshal trembled, this demon god has the magic power to perceive people's hearts, but he has insight into the thoughts of blackface, so he laughed loudly.

The black-faced marshal couldn't guess the demon god's thoughts, and was only sweating with nervousness.

After the demon god laughed for a while, he actually praised the black-faced marshal, "Haha, it's good, it's really worthy of being a disciple of my gods and demons, the beauties in the world are boring, and they still want to play fairies, and the evil spirit is not small, but it can't be done just by thinking, you have to have that ability." ”

The black face didn't know what the demon god meant, so he was so frightened that he trembled and said, "The disciple should die, the disciple doesn't dare." ”