"What did you say? I killed you all? What are you kidding? I just didn't stand still and fell from the roof! The two people who were stoned to death, it wasn't you, right?"

Ji Kong was questioned, and there was some fear in his expression, but he also tried his best to refute it.

Paralyzed, he was pushed down from the upstairs, he was wronged enough, and he was even slandered and killed?

Are you kidding!

Lao Tzu is a great hero who saves beauty, how can he be slandered by you?

"Young man, we're not kidding! you almost lost your soul just now, and we almost lost your soul with us!"

Next to Ji Kong, a person wearing a crescent white robe, shaking the dust with his right hand, and his face like a fairy wind bone, with a solemn face, said in a good voice.

Powerful, yet approachable.

"Don't fool me? Even though I've just died, don't put on me! I can't kill you!

Ji Kong saw that they were dressed in strange clothes, even if they died like himself, he didn't kill them, and he resolutely refused to admit it!

It's strange that they should have been dead for a long time, how can they haunt themselves.

"I'll tell you, you don't have a head or a tail!"

One of them, a woman wearing a long red dress with a bewitching posture, with a fox-like look on her face, approached Ji Kong with a smile and said:

"Boy, listen up, my name is Hu Xue! We are what you often call immortals, monsters and demons. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the surrounding lights and shadows.

Ji Kong looked at it along his fingers, and sure enough, he looked strange, quite different from humans.

Some have horns, some have tails, and some are covered in scales.

There are those with round bellies and pig's ears.

There are those covered in black fog and their eyes are like hell.

There are also monks with bald heads, smiling faces, and wearing monk's robes.

Himekong couldn't believe it.

Where did the dead man actor come from?

Fool him together?

"Now, any injuries you have will be applied to our souls, and they will be enlarged a hundredfold. No matter how strong we are, we can't afford it!"

Ji Kong was about to speak, but was stopped by Hu Xuelian's white little hand charmingly, and then told the shocking secret.

The rest of the light and film lines were all focused on him, with a solemn face, and kept nodding!

"Heh, what are you kidding? I'm already dead, and you're dead too, so why fool me? Don't tease, I'm cowardly! Let Jean, black and white impermanence should come and pick me up!"

Ji Kong was originally skeptical, but when he heard the woman's words, he didn't believe it at all and refuted it loudly.

Only if they are lonely ghosts, playing tricks on themselves.

Look through their bodies, looking for the black and white impermanence that comes to pick them up.

He felt that he was a ghost, and naturally there should be black and white impermanence.

"I'm in a hurry to kill my grandson! The bull head and horse face are almost gone, how dare you come to detain your soul? Besides, you are not dead! Otherwise, we would have disappeared long ago, how could we quarrel with you?"

The little man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, seeing Ji Kong's face full of disbelief, instantly became restless, jumping up and down, like a monkey.

A big golden stick was conjured in his hand and smashed it towards Ji Kong.

Grumpy to the extreme.

"Great Sage, no! we're all going to die!"

Seeing that he was about to attack Ji Kong's light and shadow, the old Dao who held the dust whisk in his hand immediately stopped in front of him.

"I'm so angry! His body was injured, why did it affect my grandson!"

Lao Sun's eyes were shining, like a big sun, full of unwillingness, glaring at Ji Kong, and said angrily.

"What kind of trick are you playing? I won't let me go even if I'm dead? Why hasn't Black and White Impermanence come and arrest you all!"

Ji Kong's heart became more and more unconvinced, and he subconsciously avoided his body, returned to his original position, and looked around.

"Little friend, we are high-level beings among the immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons, and we dare not come here in black and white!

Holding the dusty old way, he turned around and said with a pleasant face again.

There was sincerity in his eyes.

"Laojun, someone is coming, send him back! We can't stay here, let's go!"

Without waiting for Ji Kong to say anything, the general wearing a platinum battle armor, holding a seven-treasure glazed pagoda, and a three-wisp beard floating on his chest said coldly.

As he spoke, the glazed pagoda in his hand radiated golden light, enveloping Ji Kong's body of light and shadow.

Himekong felt his body involuntarily fly up and land on the corpse.

"Little friend, what we say is true! If there is any problem, you can shout three times, 'Taishang Laojun, urgent as the law'!"

Before Ji Kong's consciousness disappeared, there was an old Taoist advice in his ears.

He took one look, as if his roommate had come to him, and then he disappeared into the corpse, and the world became dark!

"This kid, don't make a mistake! Who will give him a low-level immortal cultivation technique, give him a copy. He's dead, what are we going to do?"

"He has less than a hundred years to live, and we only have a hundred days!"

"Alas, in this world, our sense of existence is so weak?"

"Who's big deal, plotting against the entire Three Realms Immortals, Gods, Buddhas, and Demons!"

"After looking for twenty days, I came through two days, and I almost destroyed the entire Three Realms by him alone!

"It's equivalent to him kidnapping the Three Realms Heavenly God and Buddha, who doesn't offer him?"

Colorful light and shadow, watching Ji Kong disappear, there was a lot of discussion.

Their expressions were ugly, and their eyes were cold.

Seeing someone approach, they disappeared in an instant!

"Damn! Himekong is here!"

The three people who ran over, among them Yang Hao, who was wearing glasses and was thin, as if a gust of wind could be blown away, shouted loudly.

"Nima! For a vixen who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, he jumped off a building and committed suicide, what a chicken fool!"

The short man with a big back and a famous brand disdainfully disdainful.

"Luo Huantian, don't talk nonsense, take a look at his situation! Jumping down more than a hundred meters and killing two people, this is a big deal!"

Chu Ze, a big man who is close to 1.9 meters tall, rushed to Ji Kong's side when Luo Huantian was disdainful.

Frowning and looking at the blood all over the ground, his right hand reached to the side of Ji Kong's neck to see if he still had a pulse.

"See for yourself! I can't stand the blood! If I hadn't studied medicine, I might have fainted!"

Luo Huantian's face turned pale, stared at Chu Ze, and said.

"Come and see, there's a dead man here!"

When the three of them were nervously looking at Ji Kong, someone came over again, and someone was taking pictures with their mobile phones!

They, it seems, are more like professionals, and they're fast.

"Who are you, get out of here now!"

At some point, a dozen onlookers gathered, and the last security guard who ran to him shouted loudly.

"Call an ambulance, he's alive!"

It wasn't until this moment that Chu Ze felt Ji Kong's pulse and roared at people.

"Nima, jumped more than 100 meters, twisted his body like that, and is he still alive? Hey, 120? I'm a student at Liancheng Medical University, and someone jumped off the building......"

Luo Huantian was complaining, but the speed was not slow, and he dialed 120.

Four security guards arrived, and the dozen or so onlookers all scattered and disappeared.

"Hand over your phones!

There were security guards chasing them, not wanting to implicate the Qiu Group.

"You are his classmates, don't go, let's go to the hospital together!"

There was a security guard who spoke coldly and did not allow the three to leave and take them to the hospital.

After Ji Kong fell into a coma, the scene was very chaotic for a while.