The gloomy sky was cold and windy, and large snowflakes were falling. On the cruise, the baby's mother cried and grabbed the ground, and the matter became bigger and bigger, and the people who played on the island had long gathered there to watch.

With the arrival of heavy snowfall, the caretaker of the Dragon King Temple on the island informed everyone to leave the island as soon as possible to prevent accidents on snowy rocks.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and people, including the two fake Taoist priests of the Dragon King Temple, boarded the passenger boat one after another and sailed away from the island.

The river lapped against the rock wall, and the goose-feathered snowflakes soon spread a thin layer on the ground, covering all traces of human activity, and the rocky island fell silent again.

In the main hall of the Dragon King Temple, the crowd is gone, and the dragon king sculpture with a crown on the table is more and more miraculous under the worship of incense on the table, and even the smile at the corner of the mouth seems to be more real.

Bai Ze, who was half-kneeling on the ground, was covered with a layer of snowflakes, like a still sculpture. Fortunately, the phantom in his sea of consciousness finally stopped dissipating aura, and began to slowly heal his wounds at a turtle speed.

With the overflowing aura and Bai Ze's scattered spiritual power being absorbed, a golden light appeared in Bai Ze's mind. Liaozhai's painting book is flipped over, the brush is mixed with Bai Ze's spirit, and the brush and ink are very simple to outline a faint new picture.

The picture scroll unfolded, and Bai Ze's divine soul phantom was sucked into it. Immediately after that, several golden threads broke through the snow, and the mirror, wine worms, gourds, and a bottle of forging wine were all pulled, and the last silk thread hesitated for a moment, and rolled up the black pistol that was still beating.

An invisible ripple floated through the air, and several items vanished into thin air. A transparent film rose from Bai Ze's body to block the heavy snow in the sky for him.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the dragon king sculpture on the altar table in the temple becomes more and more mysterious, as if it is about to come to life.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded out of thin air in the air, and a shallow crack appeared on the dragon king's face, and a large hazy halo descended into the world through the crack.

This halo seemed to be very unstable, and the void and reality shook a few times and exploded, and a catfish essence with a catfish head on top of it, but with a pair of hands and feet, appeared from the halo.

He took a breath of the dirty air here, and the catfish's face immediately turned blue, and a pair of dead fish eyes seemed to be about to stare out, tugging at his gills and jumping wildly in the air.

It took a while for the catfish spirit to get used to the air here. He bowed twice to the dragon king sculpture, pasted near the sculpture, a few catfish whiskers grew, wrapped around the dragon king sculpture, and probed the movement of the entire island with the help of the incense of the dragon king temple.

The snowflakes in the air spread out as if they had been blown by a strong wind, with the Dragon King Temple as the core. Soon this vision disappeared, and the catfish spirit opened his eyes, a little stunned, and said to himself:

"There is only one unconscious woman on the island, why didn't I find the fragment of the Demon Treasure that the Dragon King confessed? Is it that the person holding the treasure has already run away? Forget it, I'll control the woman first, and then investigate slowly!"

After that, the catfish spirit took a step, although he shook it when he walked, and it looked a little funny, but his body was not slow at all. He was not afraid of the wind and snow, let alone the strange rocks on the island, and arrived at the place where the two of them were unconscious in a moment.

At this time, Bai Ze's half-kneeling figure on the ground was already covered with snow, and because the film of Liaozhai's painting book blocked his breath of life, it looked like a stone.

The catfish spirit turned a blind eye to Bai Ze's snow bag, and with both hands, he turned the frozen female anchor out from under the snow. He crossed a beam of aura, protected the brain and five organs of the female anchor, lifted his hands, and carried the female anchor on his shoulders.

I saw the catfish spirit carrying a woman to the river, jumping up, the legs full of mucus kneaded together out of thin air, and the muscles wriggled into a fish tail.

The catfish spirit turned into a strange thing with a fish head and tail, but a pair of hands, and held the female anchor on the surface of the river. The surging waves approached the catfish essence and immediately became obedient, and not a drop of water splashed on the female anchor's body.

The catfish spirit and the female anchor gradually approached the river beach, he jumped ashore, the fish's tail turned into black legs again, and a person and a demon got into the dead branches and grass under the dam, and disappeared.

Just as Bai Ze entered the picture scroll, the outer sea of the Eight Kings World suddenly swelled with monstrous waves, and a giant turtle's body was covered with a golden bell, allowing countless arms-thick black electric light to flash on the bell, leaving a little scorched black trace.

The giant turtle roared like a cow in the sky, and the huge waves in the open sea rolled, and a column of water more than ten zhang thick rose into the sky.

At the same time, a dark wind swept down the Ganges. When passing through Linzhao County, the black wind expanded suddenly, up to the county honor, down to the people, all the living creatures in the county wailed in the black wind and were cut off pieces of flesh and blood, and turned into a piece of flesh and mud regardless of each other.

There was a faint ghost howling and a child's sharp voice in the black wind, and the green fang ghost boy stretched out a ghost claw, grabbed Feng Sheng, who was a lot fatter and full of fat intestines, and the black wind rolled up, leaving only a piece of blood red, turning into Linzhao County in the ghost domain.

The black forbidden electric light almost covered the entire body of the Eight Great Kings, Rao is this thousand-year-old turtle is already good at defense, and it has the protection of the golden bell, and at this moment, the first foot that the turtle armor can't protect is also drenched in blood.

However, the eight kings' lantern-sized eyes were full of madness and determination, allowing large swaths of glittering blood to spill on the sea, and even the defense of the Admiralty was no longer maintained, and all the spiritual power of his body controlled the waterspout, and swept up fiercely.

On the surface of the open sea, the fish and shrimp snatched the spiritual blood of the eight kings like crazy, and then exploded and died. Then there was another stubble of fish and shrimp eating the flesh and blood that exploded, and the body exploded again, and the cycle began over and over again. By the time some strange-shaped sea monsters evolved on the surface of the sea, the open sea had already turned into a sea of blood.

Finally, the Green Fang Ghost Boy rushed to the vicinity of the Eight Great Kings with Feng Sheng. This ghost thing looked at the entire Eight Kings who were surrounded by black prohibitions, and couldn't help but show horror in his eyes, "It is worthy of being called the Great Demon King, and he has been trapped for more than a thousand years and still has this kind of strength, it seems that it is also a knot, I am far inferior to it!"

The golden bell on the body of the Eight Kings flashed, and he suddenly came to the green fang ghost boy, and he shouted angrily: "Quickly put the array eye into my golden bell!"

The green fang ghost boy was shocked, and involuntarily let go of Feng Sheng in his hand, and let the eight kings pick him up.

Although it was only away from the Admiralty for a moment, the giant turtle in the sky was instantly forbidden and split into three legs, and large pieces of meat fell from the sky, triggering a new round of fighting in the sea.

However, the Eight Kings didn't care about the injuries of their bodies at all, and the roar of the bull resounded through the heavens and the earth again, only to see the Admiralty escorting Feng Sheng soaring upwards and landing on the top of the thousand-meter water column.

At this time, Bai Ze had already completed the crossover, and with the force of the painting, the black prohibition suddenly became dense again, and fine cracks appeared on the turtle armor of the Eight Great Kings, and blood began to seep out.

However, the formation has also reached its limit at this point.

As soon as the golden bell rang, all the creatures who heard the sound, including Feng Sheng, whose face was full of tears and feces and urine, all turned into a blood mist in the sky, and none of the flesh and bones exceeded the size of a grain of millet.

Then the bell struck for the second time, and this time there was no vision on the surface. But all the souls who heard the bell immediately shattered into crystal shards, and the originally blood-soaked world became even more lifeless.

Feng Sheng, the protagonist of the original world, was destroyed, the black prohibition had a momentary pause, and the world space was also momentarily unstable, especially where the spiritual power of the water column was condensed.

Seeing that the great array was about to be adjusted, and the opportunity for a thousand years was fleeting, the Eight Great Kings paused the regenerated flesh and blood, gathered all the spiritual energy, and rang the golden bell again.

This time there was no bell, only the sound of breaking, and the kilometer column of water collapsed in the air, forming a kilometer crack.

A black wind swept the green fang ghost boy into the crack, although the first two bells made his soul collapse a little half, but after all, the green fang ghost boy watched the whole play, as soon as the crack opened, he ignored the eight kings and fled by himself.

The golden bell's light dimmed, flying back to the body surface of the Eight Great Kings, and the scarred giant turtle dodged one by one, and before the rapidly healing crack dissipated, it followed the green fang ghost boy and dodged into the dark space in the crack.