Chapter 837 Master, isn't this your old friend?!(Ask for subscription, reward)

"White ...... Brother Bai, waste ...... Waste ...... What the hell, fuck you!"

Dressed in black, Black Impermanence took the lead in holding a mourning stick, and suddenly attacked the two fake "Black and White Impermanence".

There was a surge of black air all around him, like a demon crawling out of hell, no, out of hell. It's just not a demon, it's a ghost!

Whether it is a ghost or a ghost, its essence is a ghost.

Even Hades Lao Tzu is no exception.

Hei Wuchang didn't know where he learned his foul language, and when he shouted violently, he didn't stutter at all.

Fierce as a tiger, the whining sound of the weeping and mourning sticks.

"Damn, old black, you've changed!"

Bai Wuchang saw his old partner like a tiger descending the mountain, and when he attacked first, he couldn't help but be surprised, "This temper...... Eh...... Lao Hei, you take it easy, don't pack it all up, leave one for me!"

However, where does the black impermanence care about the white impermanence, the mourning stick and the soul chain, playing the same as the street performers, the offensive is as fierce as this.

He also scolded in his mouth: "Let you dare to pretend to be Uncle Ben." ”

As he spoke, the soul chain locked the fake "black impermanence" at once, and the mourning stick smashed down on the guy's head, "It's not a big crime for you to pretend to be Uncle Ben." What's so ugly it is. You are not ashamed, Uncle Ben feels ashamed!"

The fake Li ghost met the real Li Kui, and the fake black impermanence had no power to fight back at all, and after a while, he was beaten so that his nose and face were swollen, and his eyes were swollen into a line, and he screamed in pain.

The fake Bai Wuchang looked like a man, his heart tightened, his face was full of horror, and a black smoke flickered, and he was about to flee in the direction of the wellhead.

"The fog groove has tarnished Uncle Bai's reputation, and he still wants to escape. You should come down obediently for Lao Tzu!"

An iron chain rattled and struck towards the fake white impermanence.

Instantly wrapped around one of the feet of the fake white impermanence, and Bai Wuchang pulled it with all his strength, and forcibly ripped off the "fake impermanence".

At the same time, he sighed that this immortal treasure that the immortals gave to him was easy to use.

Learning from black impermanence, white impermanence crying and mourning sticks greeted fake impermanence, and at the same time, he didn't forget to scold: "You want to pretend to be Uncle Ben, so be professional." I don't have a mourning stick, and I still want to be impermanent?"

Boom!

The mourning stick fell, and the white hat on Bai Wuchang's head immediately flew away, and a big bag bulged up on his head, and he cried for a while and called his mother.

"It's useless to call grandpa, today I have to kill you mongrel!" Bai Wuchang cried and started with a funeral stick, "Damn, let you be unprofessional." Without a soul chain, you're going to make a fucking chain to fool the dead people?

Bai Wuchang even sympathized with those souls who were locked in the soul, full of justice, and taught the false Bai Impermanence a hard lesson.

At this time, the fake black impermanence has been beaten out of breath more and less in qi, and the fake white impermanence has long been frightened, and he took the opportunity to pinch the trick and recite the mantra.

As the spell was issued, the eight "living dead" sitting around the woman got up mechanically at this moment, their eyes were pitch black, and they suddenly attacked towards Bai Impermanence.

", you are still so vicious, dare to refine the Yin Soul?!"

As soon as the soul chain in Bai Wuchang's hand flicked, the eight "living dead" who attacked turned into a mess of mud in an instant, and they couldn't even hold up a single blow.

But Bai Wuchang became even more annoyed, and the crying and mourning stick was beating "bang bang", shouting and scolding, "If you don't beat Lao Tzu today, you won't even be recognized by your parents, even if Lao Tzu loses!"

After a stick of incense;

"White ...... Brother Bai, don't ...... Don't kill ...... Finish. Bring back ...... Netherworld...... Good...... Fold...... Torture!" Black Impermanence carried the half-dead fake impermanence in one hand, and kindly reminded him.

"Oh oh, yes, I almost didn't stop!"

Bai Wuchang hurriedly stopped, and when he saw the false impermanence lying motionless on the ground, he couldn't help but kick a few times: "Eh, don't pretend to be dead, even if you are really dead, Lao Tzu will whip the corpse!"

"You ...... What a bad thing?"

The fake Bai Wuchang knew that it was useless to pretend to be dead, so he "woke up", raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Bai Wuchang with a resentful face.

"Such as ...... As...... If false...... Pack...... Swap!"

Black Impermanence replied first.

"Since you are from the underworld, then you can't kill me!"

Fake white impermanence seems to have some hole cards, and he pretends to be calm and shouts.

"Why?"

Bai Wuchang grinned, "But when Lao Tzu saw your face a hundred times uglier than Lao Tzu, he wanted to kill someone, what should I do?!"

"Ghost Sect, we are members of the Ghost Sect. ”

The fake white impermanence had a hard face and spoke proudly.

"Ghost Sect?

Bai Wuchang laughed, Hei Wuchang also laughed, and the two laughed at the same time.

"The Immortal Continent is shattered, you are just a group of rats who are greedy for life and afraid of death. It's your honor to kill you!"

Bai Wuchang's mouth was grinning, smiling very happily, and his eyes were full of disdain.

In the Flying Immortal Continent, the people of the Netherworld really don't pay attention to it.

I think back then, the fairy world was at its peak, and the masters were like clouds, but now those people from the Flying Immortal Continent have collected a small piece of broken fragments of the Immortal Continent to form a corner of the land, and they call themselves immortals.

Where can it be compared with the Netherworld that has stood for hundreds of thousands of years.

Bai Wuchang's mourning stick was raised, and the unceremonious stick knocked the goods unconscious, like carrying a little chicken, carrying the fake Bai Impermanence: "Old Hei, let's go, go to the underworld and concoct these two mongrels well!"

At this time, Gu Bei and Murong Jingqi came down from the wellhead and landed in front of the black and white impermanence at the bottom of the well.

"Shangxian, thank Shangxian for informing me about this place this time, otherwise, my brother's reputation will really be ruined by these two goods!"

Bai Wuchang casually threw away the fake impermanence, and hugged his fist towards Gu Bei, sincerely thanking.

"You're welcome, two of you!"

Gu Bei also hugged his fists, people respect me, I respect people, Gu Bei's style of doing things.

"Shangxian, these two guys are from the Ghost Sect, Shangxian is in the Nether Realm, you need to be more careful!" After thinking about it, Bai Wuchang still reminded him.

Gu Bei nodded.

Ghost Sect, Gu Bei knew what kind of sect of the Flying Immortal Continent it was, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

And after Bai Wuchang reminded him, he also smiled embarrassedly: "It's Bai Meng Lang, the cultivation of the immortals, why care about those rats who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Think about the soul chain in your hand, but the immortal treasure that the master in front of him casually sacrificed, such a cultivation, will you be afraid that a ghost sect will not succeed?

Gu Bei didn't speak, he acquiesced.

Black and white impermanence said hello to Gu Bei, and each left with a fake impermanence.

"Master, look ......" Murong Jingqi suddenly pointed at the woman who had fainted, "She...... Isn't she your old friend, why is she here?"

When she was in Lingyin Village, Murong Jingqi had seen this woman, and she had seen the scene of her and Gu Beimei, so she naturally recognized her at a glance.

(End of chapter)