"Black Bolt King, do you dare to make trouble in the ghost gathering, aren't you afraid of provoking the ghost saint to investigate?"

The Black Bolt King, who was chasing behind, did not speak.

His nest is far overseas, as long as he kills this kid, snatches back the earth dragon egg, and then escapes out of the sea all the time, when the sky and the earth are big, no matter how high the ghost saint cultivation is, he will not be able to find himself.

What's more, now the ghost saint is in retreat, which is also the reason why he has no fear.

"Black Bolt!"

Running in front was a young man, with a handsome appearance, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very arrogant, "It seems that you don't take the ghost saint of the mountain in your eyes?

Black Bolt still didn't reply.

Although he is not afraid of the ghost saint of Gangshan Mountain, he will not be stupid enough to deliberately make provocative remarks.

Otherwise, if the other party is really angry, he will hunt down and kill himself all over the world...... You don't have to do it yourself, a bounty is enough to drink a pot yourself.

He just said: "Lin Hao, hand over the Earth Dragon Egg, and this seat will consider leaving you a whole corpse!"

"Phew, why should I return the things I stole with my ability......?

These words can really infuriate people, and the Black Bolt King was furious when he heard it, and his body became a little faster.

He didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear of waking up the ghost saint in retreat, and then the one who was hunted down and killed would have to be replaced by himself.

And Lin Hao, who was chased, although he only had the cultivation at the peak of the Lingshu Realm, his speed was not inferior to the Divine Realm by a few points, his body was slippery like a loach, and his luck was surprisingly good.

Several times, I almost caught him, but there was always some unexpected situation that suddenly happened and stopped the Black Bolt King's footsteps.

The two chased each other, and in the blink of an eye, they were ten feet away from the South Hell.

The others dodged one after another, but he didn't seem to react, still stepping on the boat, stopping in the middle.

"Get out of the way!"

The one named Lin Hao instantly swept past him, and the figure of the Black Bolt King also rushed over, just colliding with Nan Ming, "Damn, where did a white-haired boy come from......"

Such a thought crossed the Black Bolt King's mind.

Then, he saw a sword light as brilliant as a galaxy, and his consciousness went blank in an instant, leaving only an indescribable amazement......

Shining like the stars shining on the sun, as bright as the Milky Way falling for nine days.

Until his head flew high, his eyes were still fixed on the sword, reluctant to take his eyes off. He wanted to see what kind of hand, what kind of sword was that moment, what kind of pair of hands and what kind of sword......

However, there was nothing in Nanming's hands.

His sword was not yet unsheathed.

Black Bolt is dead.

Perhaps he died too suddenly, too quickly, until his head fell off and there was a big splash of water, and only then did the people around him slowly react - he died.

Died at the hands of that white-haired young man with a vicissitudes of life.

The amazing sword light just now was only reflected in the eyes of the Black Bolt King, and no one else could see it.

There is no way to tell how he died. However, this did not prevent them from showing awe and jealousy, and the person who could kill the Black Bolt King in front of him was definitely a master that could not be provoked.

It's better to stay away from him.

However, some people clearly don't think so.

Lin Hao, who had already fled to a distance, immediately turned around and turned back after being shocked, stepped on Nanming's boat with a big grin, bent down and hugged his fists and saluted: "In Xia Lin Hao, thank your predecessors for your righteousness and rescue!"

Nan Ming glanced at him faintly, feeling that this person was really inexplicable, and ignored him, just turned around and left.

“...... Hey, seniors, seniors!"

The person behind him chased after him again, as if he did not give up, and said, "The grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, please tell the seniors the name, and I will repay the kindness of the seniors in the future......."

"No need. ”

Nan Ming's footsteps stopped, his eyes slightly sideways, "I'm also looking for where I came from...... If you inquire and tell me, it will be reciprocated. ”

“......”

Lin Hao's heart moved, could it be that this person turned out to be a master of amnesia?

There's a story behind this!

He was suddenly interested, this person was able to resist his protagonist's aura.

You must know that as long as you are close to such a set in the past, those cold predecessors will immediately become old-fashioned and warm-hearted, either passing on their own exercises, or giving them treasures, and introducing their granddaughters, which makes him a little embarrassed.

This amnesiac white-haired monk is extremely powerful, and I am afraid that he has an unusual identity and an unusual experience.

If you can take him for yourself......

Thinking of this, he was even more reluctant to leave, and put it on his face: "Senior, senior, don't go!

"What else is going on with you?"

"Although the seniors don't want to repay, how can Lin be that ungrateful. Senior, but you're going to the Ghost Gathering Conference, and let me show you the way, do your best!" Lin Hao said with a sincere face.

Nan Ming gave him a strange look, always feeling that this person was a little too enthusiastic.

The burning eyes seemed to have some unspeakable intentions towards himself. He did not refuse, and waited for the moment when the dagger appeared with great interest.

Just as he was about to leave, a long roar suddenly came from the deepest canyon of the ghost gathering, carrying the wrath of thunder, descending on everyone's heads like a heavenly might.

A crack broke open in the void, and the figure of a monk in Tsing Yi appeared.

He was a burly man, wearing a ghostly mask with blue fangs, and black gas like ink was constantly pouring out of his wide sleeved robe, and there seemed to be a distorted resentment in the black air, roaring silently.

"Ghost ...... Ghost Saint!He's the Ghost Saint of Gangshan Mountain!!"

Someone blurted out in horror

Then he quickly lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

The ghost saint of the mountain is not easy to talk about. The reason why he is called a ghost saint is because he cultivates the evil method of refining yin souls and raising ghosts, and he can use people's souls to practice, what kind of good kind can he be?

"I heard that someone is making trouble in my ghost market......"

The Ghost Saint Fu Xiao swept away at a glance, almost everyone retreated, only Nan Ming and Lin Hao were still standing in front of him, he frowned, his eyes were like eagles, "It's the two of you?" ”

"Ghost Saint Senior, you misunderstood!"

Lin Hao hurriedly stepped forward and explained the truth of the matter in a few words.

After hearing this, the ghost saint's face softened slightly: "In this way, you are the victims. Now that the troublemaker has been beheaded, the matter is settled......"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly said into the air, "Go, hang the head of the Black Bolt King in the doorway." Let everyone see what happened to the people who made trouble in my ghost gathering!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw waves suddenly rise in the void, and a hideous ghost head emerged, belching black gas from the mouth, nose and broken neck, and suddenly submerged into the water, picked up the head of the Black Bat King, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Many watched in silence.

The ghost saint's gaze swept over Nan Ming and Lin Hao again, especially on Lin Hao. I don't know why, he felt that this kid looked particularly pleasing to the eye, thought about it and said: "In this matter, it is also the negligence of this seat, and this right should be compensated." ”

As he spoke, he threw a silver token, and Lin Hao hurriedly took it, but he put it in his arms without changing his face.

"The VIP order of the ghost set!"

Someone next to him couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, casting a jealous and envious gaze on all sides.

The VIP order of the ghost set is divided into four levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, and the number of the earth is second only to the number of the sky, with this order, there is no need to pay the entrance fee when entering and exiting the ghost set in the future, not to mention, there will be many discounts when buying and selling.

What's more, this was still sent by the Ghost Saint himself, and the weight was even heavier than that of an ordinary Tianzi.

What kind of luck did this kid surnamed Lin have to be so favored by the ghost saint?