To put it mildly, I was terrified.

There are still 20,000 souls left, only 20,000 left.

When 20,000 souls were in the hands of the Nine Evil Gods, he would be able to recover from his injuries.

OK!

It seems that he can't get out of the Weiyang realm. The Weiyang Realm was sealed by Mo Yimo back then, and the Nine Shadows couldn't come out.

Now, the reason why more than 600 powerful ghosts have come out, and more than a dozen ghost kings have come out, all of them have been brought out by the ghost king.

And the Creation Ghost King is in my hands, as long as I control it, the Nine Shadows Evil God will be trapped in the Weiyang Realm, and the world will always be peaceful.

However, in the next moment, the words of the Creation Ghost King made me gasp.

The Creation Ghost King said: "Over the past few decades, the seal of the Weiyang Realm has become weaker and weaker, and it won't be long before the Nine Evil Gods recover their strength, they will be able to break through the barrier, and when the time comes, hundreds of thousands of powerful ghosts will bring disaster to the world, and the world will become purgatory, and no one will be able to escape this catastrophe...... Yes...... Say yes and don't do it...... Grandpa, you hit me in the face again for Mao......"

I kept my face calm and ignored it.

Everything, the source of the crisis, can be said to be all caused by the creation of the ghost king.

If the Ghost King of Creation didn't bring out the three young ladies, there wouldn't be so many "natural and man-made disasters" in the world, and so many people wouldn't have died.

If you can't make up enough souls for 100,000 living people, the injuries of the Nine Evil Gods will not be able to recover.

If the evil god's injuries cannot be recovered, it is impossible for him to break the seal of the Weiyang Realm.

If you can't break the seal of the Weiyang Realm, it will be impossible for hundreds of thousands of powerful ghosts to cause harm to the world.

Thousands of ghost kings, hundreds of thousands of powerful ghosts who have practiced for eight or nine hundred years, nine ancient corpse gods, plus an evil god......

Just ask this force, who can stop it in the whole world?

Maoshan? Or Dragon Tiger Mountain? Or is it out of the horse fairy?

It is necessary to stop the ghosts from gathering the remaining 20,000 souls at all costs.

However, the ghosts have long been all over the country, and even if I have 10,000 clones, it is impossible for me to stop them.

This matter must be done with the concerted efforts of all the Daomen and the Horse Immortals in the world, so that there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that it can be done.

I couldn't help coughing with my blood and breath.

I covered my mouth with my hand, and when I took it away, my palms were already full of blood.

In the blood, there is a faint fragrance.

Look at my fingers, my nails turned golden. There is a fragrance wafting on it.

The Ghost King of Creation: "Aha...... Belch...... Grandpa, what kind of injury have you suffered, this is clearly a sign that the spiritual root has been destroyed. Once the spiritual root is destroyed, you will lose all your ways, hehe...... I'll ...... when the time comes. Uh, don't be afraid, I'll protect you when the time comes...... Hahaha......"

Bang bang bang......

I pressed him and beat him again: "Paralyzed, you don't have to scream." Don't think I don't know what you think, think that when my spiritual roots are gone, my path is lost, and I can't use my spells, you can do whatever you want with me, right? Hehe...... I advise you to still die of this heart. Lao Tzu has a way to repair the spiritual root, and maybe it will be even stronger than the current one. ”

The Creation Ghost King couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, hey, hey...... Yeah...... Whatever you say is what it is...... It's good if you're happy. Who are you, it's not a matter of minutes to repair the spiritual root, hahahaha...... Laughing to death......"

Bang bang bang......

I directly summoned the Bronze Pillar of Hell and slammed it at the Demon King of Creation.

After half an hour of fighting, this thing was finally honest, obedient, did not dare to look at me, let sit, sit, let kneel, throw it a bone, it will hold it.

The Su Nu Sutra can repair the spiritual root.

Last time, Shangguan Xuewu and I had a double break, which not only repaired the spiritual root, but also made the spiritual root stronger than before.

For the time being, I can't contact Yu Jilan, Concubine Yan Wushuang, Xiaomeng and others, I must find Nangong Xuewu as soon as possible.

A phone call came over and the phone was turned off.

Nangong Xuewu was taken away by the old man Nangong, Nangong Fengtian was appointed as the deputy director of 749, and the railway train case is not handled now, where is he? Is Nangong Xue Wu with him? I had absolutely no idea.

But it doesn't matter.

I know Nangong Xuewu's birthday, and I am very familiar with this girl.

The paper crane is psychic.

I folded a thousand paper cranes, wrote Nangong Xuewu's birthday on them, and controlled the paper cranes to fly forward.

Draw another charm, wrap the ghost king in the charm, and stuff it into your shoes.

The Ghost King: "Oops...... I'll go! It stinks...... Grandpa, please, let me out, or you kill me......"

I didn't bother to take care of it, blessed with a magic talisman, and followed the paper crane to run forward.

Time is of the essence, and I dare not delay for a second.

The spiritual root collapses, my Dao practice, a little bit of decline, it won't take long, at most a day, I will become an ordinary person. Even ordinary people can't do it, they just die.

I have to find Nangong Xuewu as soon as possible.

Fortunately, it's not far.

More than 80 kilometers to the south of Xiyang City, there is a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers.

The scenery here is beautiful, in the spring of March, and the mountains are full of flowers.

The small village is called Wutong Village, which has a long history, is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and is located by a lake.

It is rumored that many years ago, a phoenix fell from the huge plane tree at the entrance of the village. This is an auspicious omen, the phoenix does not fall into the place of treasure, here is the treasure of feng shui.

Wutong Village has only one surname, Nangong.

This is where one of the eight major families of ghost hunting, the Nangong family, is located.

In the middle of the village, there is a set of quadrangle houses with two entrances in front and back, which is extraordinary.

As soon as the paper crane approached the courtyard, it was discovered and destroyed.

Obviously, that set of courtyards is Nangong Xuewu's home, and at this moment, Nangong Xuewu is in the courtyard.

I was a little hesitant.

Old man Nangong doesn't have a very good impression of me.

Besides, I'm here this time to scare his granddaughter. His baby granddaughter is only fifteen years old, and it's strange that Nangong Fengtian doesn't strangle me.

As the family with the longest history among the eight major families, the heritage is very profound, and it is not one or two junior disciples who are gentle, so they think that this family is lonely.

The old man of Nangong is a master of Taoism, and he can still find a few people in the family who can deal with fierce ghosts in seven or eight hundred years.

That's right, let alone find a few, even if Quan Te is such a master, I'm not afraid.

I'm stealth again now.

I can stand still, I have the Divine Talisman, and I have the Mountains and Rivers.

Gritting his teeth and being ruthless, it is not difficult for Lao Tzu to level the Nangong family.

But if you really want to do this, it's strange that Nangong Xuewu doesn't complain about me.

Anyway, here are her relatives.

Alas......

Trouble.

I wandered outside the village, wondering how to get in.

Hey......

By accident, I discovered a painting boat in the lake in front of the village.

The boat is quite large, and there are more than a dozen people sitting in it.

The boat slowly moved closer to the shore, and the group of people landed on the shore.

I can see it clearly: the head of the Bai family, the old woman Yan, the head of the Mao family, the old man of the You family, the head of the Feng family, the old lady of the Gu family, and the head of the Ding family!

The eight major families of ghost hunting, and the other seven families, all came.

And on the shore, there are two more people.

Hey, I know both.

One Chen Xuanyang, one Gong Yunbo.

Gong Yunbo sneered: "The eight major families, with the same qi and branches, I don't know how the discussion went?" Is it to join the Yellow Spring, or to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and stand with the world's Daomen? ”

I frowned, blessed with the Divine Talisman, cautious not daring to make any noise, eavesdropping on their conversation.

(End of chapter)