The purple-clothed Taoist raised his head and carefully observed He Cheng's expression.

The zombie's face couldn't show joy or anger, but he always felt that when he said that there was someone behind the Yin Yang Dharma King, the zombie became unhappy.

The air is a little colder.

Of course He Cheng was not happy, he hit the small one and provoked the old one.

He's most annoyed with this.

can confront the Buddha, but the strength is not what he can imagine.

There are more people who can't be provoked.

"I have to go to the Yin and Yang Realm to see if I can absorb resentment"

Wealth and wealth are in danger, and he can't wait for tomorrow to take advantage, not to mention that this is already in the plan of him and the two old Taoist priests, and it will be okay to throw the pot to the two Taoist priests at that time.

He Cheng stood and bent over, slapped the purple-clothed Taoist on the shoulder, and smashed him with bared teeth.

went to the countryside to express condolences and said, "Okay, Yin and Yang Realm, I can join and it is also a blessing from the cultivation of three lives, am I going to the Yin and Yang Realm with you now, or will I wait for the Dharma King to summon me?" ”

The purple-clothed Taoist said softly: "Isn't it okay for the Corpse King to go empty-handed?" ”

"I'm a zombie, penniless, and I don't have any treasures"

"The treasures of the mortal world are not looked upon by the Yin and Yang Dharma King.

The Dharma King heard that the corpse king is unparalleled in combat power, and there are many thousand-year-old demons who have died under your hands, so you still have to submit a petition to enter the Yin and Yang Realm. ”

"Vote?"

I haven't seen anyone yet, so I will call it first, this Yin and Yang Dharma King is either cultivated to the heavens and the earth, or he is two hundred and five without brains.

It was he who rushed to solicit it, but now it has become He Cheng's upside down.

The heroes of the green forest in Shuibo Liangshan are like-minded, and they have no way out to vote.

This yin and yang realm is obviously a sunset industry, and if you say that you will be destroyed, you will be destroyed, and you will do something to make a fool of yourself.

He Cheng sat back on the seat and asked, "Who to kill?" ”

"There is a dead city in the underworld, and there is a ghost in it who controls the dead city, with 100,000 Yin soldiers under his command, and he is the king of himself, and the underworld does not dare to interfere"

"I'm not an opponent"

The purple-clothed Taoist sneered, the one who died in the city, the Dharma King himself didn't have the confidence to take it, and the zombie in front of him was naturally not an opponent.

"And"

Entering the underworld and hitting the underworld, this is the last thing He Cheng wants to touch.

If Zhong Kui knew him in this world, he would definitely be detained and escorted to the palace of the Son of Heaven in Xudu for interrogation.

If you don't know it, it's indispensable to cut the demon sword and slash it.

"There is a nine-tailed fox girl ghost king, who does not submit to the rule of the French king"

"What cultivation?" He Cheng interrupted him.

Listening to the list made by the purple-clothed Taoist, they are all local snakes who refuse to be recruited by the Yin and Yang Dharma King, if the tree demon grandma is still there, she should also be on this list of votes.

Borrow He Cheng's hand to establish the majesty of the Yin and Yang Dharma King.

The Yin and Yang Dharma King is really a cautious eye, and he has to deal with it well.

"Slightly stronger than the Dryad"

Seeing He Cheng nodded slightly, he didn't become an immortal, so it was not a big problem.

The purple-clothed Taoist continued, "That female ghost king is now near Jinhuayi, Zhejiang, I wish the corpse king to go early and return early, and he will succeed!" ”

"I've borrowed your good words"

He Cheng took the female ghosts and banshees around him, abandoned Montenegro and flew towards Zhejiang.

"It seems that the rumors from the outside world are wrong, he is not jumping stiff at all, but flying stiff"

The purple-clothed Taoist watched He Cheng fly into the sky and shook his head slightly, "But that's right, if you jump stiff, you can kill the thousand-year-old demon, and when he flies stiff, wouldn't he be able to slaughter immortals?" How can there be such an existence in the world, and it is really a bad habit to spread falsehoods! ”

Set off from Shanxi, leave the banshee and female ghost when you arrive in Henan, and after ordering two or three small things, you will fly to Zhejiang.

Entering the boundary of Jinhuayi in Zhejiang, a breath of drought came to the face.

He Cheng put on silver armor and slowly fell.

As soon as I approached a cemetery, I heard someone crying in the distance.

"You can't dig up my ancestral grave!"

"Your immortal ancestor did it!"

"Nonsense!"

I saw a man kneeling on the grave, bursting into tears, swearing not to move.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen yellow-skinned men, carrying hoes, licking their lips and glaring at the grave, which seemed to have real money.

"What's going on?"

He Cheng is not a nosy zombie, but when he passed through Henan just now, there were rain clouds in the sky, and when they fell to Zhejiang, the weather was dry and the ground was cracked.

The trees are dead and the weeds are charred.

The lake is only a dirt pit, like an apocalyptic scene of a broken water.

Could it be that there is a drought here?

It is said that the marble is a top-notch zombie that can eat dragons!

The drought fish appeared, thousands of miles of red land, if there was really him, he would have to hide a little, and the level of zombies was absolute strength.

"Your Excellency!"

Seeing that he was wearing silver armor and was burly, the peasant man who was carrying the hoe hurriedly put down the hoe and said, "You should be from out of town, right?" ”

Seeing He Cheng nodding, Nong Han continued: "We haven't had rain here for more than four years, the crops have not been harvested, and those who are young and able to walk have fled to other countries, leaving some fathers and mothers to take care of and can't leave, so they can only endure hardship."

"You have no food to eat, what's the use of digging his family's ancestral grave?"

Nong Han angrily pointed at the person lying on the grave: "It doesn't rain all the time, it's a good thing done by his ancestors!" ”

"Nonsense!" Of course, the man was not convinced.

"You let the adults judge! Thousands of miles of rivers have dried up and wells have dried up. Look at the graves of his ancestors! ”

As if grabbing, the farmer grabbed a handful of mud on the ground.

"The soil is wet!"

"So what, don't I drink water in the middle of the night, and secretly pour it on the grave?" The man retorted.

"Humph! It's a drought devil! ”

"Drought ghosts?"

Seeing that He Cheng was puzzled, the farmer explained, "My grandfather said that if the corpses of dead people do not decay for a hundred days, it will keep the sky from raining, and they will pick up water from other people's homes in the middle of the night, so the graves are wet!" ”

"Get out of the way, let's dig up your ancestor's bones and see if he's a drought ghost!"

"No matter what the hell you are, you can't dig up my ancestral grave!"

The two quarreled.

He Cheng listened from this passage, there are three points of truth and seven points of falsehood.

If the corpse does not rot, it will either become a demon or a zombie, and there is no third option.

It's weird not to suck blood, but to carry water.

The person who guarded the grave had been torn down by three men, and the remaining group of people had enough strength to dig the grave.

Just a short time, the coffin was shoeed.

The leader farmer's eyes were red and he pried open the coffin.

"It's so heavy!"

Five or six men worked together and reluctantly removed the lid of the coffin.

Looking inside, several people suddenly took a few steps back.

"Really, really, really a drought ghost!"

He Cheng took a look, where is the drought ghost, but it is just a white-haired zombie.

As soon as the white hair touched the sun, it was instantly burned to ashes.

"The drought ghost is dead, and it's going to rain!"

Except for the people who were digging up the ancestral graves, they secretly wiped their tears, and everyone else knelt on the ground, begging for rain.

"Huh?"

He Cheng looked up, there were no dark clouds overhead, no thunder, no wind.

But it suddenly fell in a pouring rain!

Could it be that the white-haired zombie just now is really a drought ghost?

The rain was raining heavily, and the rain fell on him like lead water on his body, and he was uncomfortable when it hit him.

"The rain is weird!"

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