Three days later, in an empty valley. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hahaha...... , another kid in the Ichor stage has fallen into the trap, and this is the fifth time. ”

"When Lao Tzu absorbs up their soul power, go and find that old thing, and this time I will definitely be able to swallow him as I wish. ”

"Hehe, with the old thing's Spirit Devouring Bead, Lao Tzu no longer has to stay here and wait for death, Lao Tzu can borrow the corpse to resurrect, haha, my Ten Thousand Evil Ancestor is finally coming back. ”

It was a white-haired old man, but he lost his physical body, and like Huang Daoyou, he existed in the form of a soul body.

The white-haired old man dragged a person out of a seemingly empty space, and then was sucked by the white-haired old man, and a trace of milky white gas was absorbed by him, if you look closely, the white breath seems to contain a wisp of faint blue to the extreme.

"Don't suck your soul dry first, and when Lao Tzu swallows that old thing, he can just use your body. The white-haired old man's face showed intoxication and satisfaction, obviously this sharp inhalation that was almost like eating made him feel comfortable, and even the soul light was a little brighter.

And the person who was sucked was a young man, who looked a little handsome, and the white-haired old man looked at it carefully and was even more satisfied.

"Tsk, your skin is really good, after Lao Tzu occupies it, take you out to have a good time, it's been thousands of years, Lao Tzu has almost forgotten what those little girls look like, hehe, after going out, Lao Tzu must find a few more to satisfy his cravings......"

The white-haired old man was talking to himself, very proud, but he didn't realize that in the forest behind him, there were three pairs of eyes quietly staring at his every move, listening to his every word.

"Xiao Huang, can you see the piece of wood he lives in? That's the best material for refining the ghost flag, it's called Yin Thunder Wood, if you take it over, your good flag will almost fall. Long Lie's voice instigated Huang Daoyou.

Huang Daoyou was obviously a little scared, but he was more excited, and he still hesitated for a long time, and said in his heart: "Lao Huang, I don't want to go, I'm afraid that I can't beat him, haven't I heard that he still has the name of the Ten Thousand Evil Ancestor? ”

Long Lie saw Huang Daoyou's appearance of wanting to go but not daring to go, his face sank, and he said: "If you don't go, it's too late, if you let him run away, don't think about dreaming of ghosts and immortals, be a little ghost honestly, and be hungry for the rest of your life!"

Huang Daoyou said: "You scare me again." But he also made up his mind, and said in his heart: "Fight, my Lao Huang fights, won't the old ghost eat people, my Lao Huang is not a vegetarian, see who is powerful." ”

Huang Daoyou tiptoed out, but Niu Fan, with the help of Long Lie, had already added a hidden aura spell to his body, how could Huang Daoyou have any risk? It was purely Huang Daoyou himself who was scaring himself.

What's more, Niu Fan and Long Lie have already prepared a back hand, as long as they see that the situation is not good, they are ready to use it.

"Brother Dao, what are you looking at, smiling so happily?"

The white-haired old man was happily inspecting and stroking the body, and someone patted him on the shoulder, and the white-haired old man was suddenly startled, and he only had time to glance at Huang Daoyou.

"Come in, you!"

As soon as it was dark, "Ah......" The white-haired old man only had time to scream, and he was wrapped in the ghost flag in Huang Daoyou's hand and wrapped in.

Huang Daoyou smiled and said: "As soon as my old Huang makes a move, I will know if there is one, catching this old ghost is not as simple as catching an ant? ”

Huang Daoyou was there again, and he didn't forget to pat the trophy in his hand, with each of his beats, there was a burst of "woo~~~woo~~~" in the flag cloth that was carried, obviously it was not lightly patted by Huang Daoyou, according to Huang Daoyou's estimate, at least it had to be meaty.

On the grass, Niu Fan, Huang Daoyou and others sat there, and the white-haired old man poked his head out of the banner, and his soul body shrank a lot.

Originally, there was a wooden box hanging around the waist of the white-haired old man, and there was a piece of wood in it, which had already been snatched by Huang Daoyou and handed it to Long Lie like a treasure.

"Seniors, I'm just a lost little ghost, I beg you, let me go. The white-haired old man's face was like a bitter melon, he spoke with a crying tone, and he didn't forget to wipe the corners of his eyes pretendedly, which was pitiful.

"Dong" Huang Daoyou gave the white-haired old man a violent shudder, and said: "What about the deceitful ghost? Give me an honest explanation of your name and origin, if there is half a lie, you will serve in the flag." ”

The white-haired old man covered his head, but he didn't dare to exhale pain, in his eyes, Niu Fan's cultivation was not high, and Long Lie didn't seem to have any cultivation, but Huang Daoyou and his ghost flag were a little powerful, and the white-haired old man mistakenly thought that Huang Daoyou was the most powerful among them.

"Senior, junior is called Wang Damao, he is a casual cultivator, and he only fell into the formation here because he unfortunately fell into this place, so he fell into a ......"

"Slap" slapped the white-haired old man's head fiercely, and Huang Daoyou said: "Call you dishonest." ”

Niu Fan said: "No matter what kind of Ten Thousand Evil Ancestor you are, or if you really call Wang Damao, we are not interested in any of these, as long as you explain honestly, have you ever seen such an octagonal stone tablet?" Niu Fan said as he gestured to the general shape of the teleportation array.

The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard this, thought about it for a moment, and said, "If I say it, will you let me go?" The white-haired old man was a little suspicious, and deliberately looked at Huang Daoyou's expression.

Niu Fan knew that there was a play as soon as he heard it, and Huang Daoyou was stared at by the white-haired old man with anger, Huang Daoyou was so shrewd, and he understood in an instant that the white-haired old man was the one who regarded himself as the main person, Huang Daoyou was shocked for a while, and said in his heart: "Old thing, you are trying to harm my old Huang!"

"Slap" is another slap, "Senior, why are you beating me again?" The white-haired old man was full of grievances, he didn't seem to have done anything wrong, why did he get a lesson again?

Huang Daoyou said angrily: "My master's question, you still don't answer obediently and honestly, what are your eyes looking at? I can tell you first, if you dare to tell half a lie in front of my master, hum, my old Huang promises that you will immediately turn into ashes." Although Niu Fan called Huang Daoyou an uncle, Huang Daoyou was like a mirror in his heart, knowing his position, like this when Niu Fan was looked down upon, Huang Daoyou naturally raised face for Niu Fan.

The white-haired old man was shocked, with his former identity and experience, he didn't expect to look away, if it weren't for Huang Daoyou's reminder, he thought that he was not wronged to be photographed into ashes today.

The white-haired old man couldn't help but look at Niu Fan again, especially when he saw that Niu Fan was so young, but he was the leader of this group, he couldn't believe it.

But at the thought of another possibility, the white-haired old man couldn't help but tremble, he felt that Niu Fanzhi had two rather strange followers, and it was very likely that they had some special background.