Monk Fang Yan was shouted by this voice, and he only felt a chill behind him. He suddenly remembered a story that the old monk had told him when he was a child, that there was a female ghost in white in this secluded mountain forest, and she would call people's names behind her back in the middle of the night.

If he responds back, then this person will be absorbed by the female ghost and thrown into the mountains and forests. It turned out that Monk Fang Yan didn't believe in these heresies, but today when he saw the shining side of the old monk Buddha, he thought about it in his heart, and thought of this story for no reason, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, his legs trembled, and he didn't dare to turn back.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, this is a place for Buddhism to cultivate, even if there are female ghosts, they don't dare to come. Monk Fang Yan comforted himself while slowly turning his head.

Syllable.

A straight light fell on the monk's face, and he finally recovered from the dazzling light, and when he saw what was in front of him, he was immediately frightened that the three Buddhas were born.

I saw a dilapidated classic car, slowly climbing down from a big tree, half of the body turned to face Fang Yan like a human turning its head, two street lights, one bright and one dark, like a pair of big eyes The light fell on Fang Yan's body.

The lid in front of the front of the car was flipped over, and the low voice just now sounded again: "Little monk, ask you something? Someone went to your temple to pick up people just now, why hasn't he come out yet, is it possible that your temple is a black temple, and you are still doing murder and arson?"

The car finally climbed down from the tree with difficulty, and the classic car shook off the leaves on his body with his dilapidated head, and said: "It's not right, that kid is the ancestor of murder and arson, who dares to rob him." ”

Before the classic car finished talking to himself, Monk Yan couldn't bear it anymore, let out a frightened scream, and didn't know where he got the courage, so he pulled out his legs and quickly ran into the Wuxiang Temple.

The car demon was also taken aback by Fang Yan's actions, the headlights trembled for a moment, and only after half a sound did he say to himself: "Could it be that this car is too handsome, so that after he sees it, he has an urge not to live anymore?"

But it scared the monk away, and the classic car didn't know what to do. To go to Mo Tian to do something, the slowest is only two hours, this time it has been three hours, but there is no news at all.

As a loyal classic car, it is natural to come to inquire about the news of his master, and finally met this lonely monk but did not expect to be scared away by his handsomeness, hey, is it wrong for the car to be handsome?

But now the car demon has no way, it is just a little monster that has just become a spirit, this Wuxiang Temple is also the land of Buddhism, on the top of the temple, the Buddha's light lingers, as a monster of the classic car, far away I feel a very uncomfortable energy, now close, the temple's majestic and solemn treasure is to make it have a kind of wheel bottom oil smearing the urge to slip.

And just when the classic car was in a dilemma, a black thing, as if a ball of black blood viscous to a few points, rose from the Wuxiang Temple, that large black mass, like a big ball with a diameter of ten meters, faintly revealing countless faces, each face was full of hideous, bared teeth roaring.

The four tires of the classic car couldn't help but flatten, and the whole body was crawling on the ground, trembling, this turned out to be the purest demonic aura! How could the demons of the hell abyss appear here!

At this moment, the black flesh in the sky suddenly closed, and a figure slowly walked out of the black mist, carrying a man and a woman in his hands, as well as a finely carved porcelain vase.

Ye Qiuci's pair of eyes widened, and the pair of pitch-black pupils were like angry kittens, "Will the dignified ghost king also be treacherous, don't forget, betraying the contract of the gods, even if you are a demon god, you can't escape the sanction." ”

Beelzebub couldn't remember how many years he hadn't taken on a human form, and the middle-aged man he was the first person he had seen when he came from hell a thousand years ago.

The face is square, the beard is fluttering, a purple shirt and robe, a round neck and large sleeves, a folding fan pinned to the leather belt around the waist, a hat on the head, and a pair of leather boots on the feet, quite a bit of the taste of ancient scholars.

It's just that a trace of evil aura between the eyebrows seems to be announcing his identity, Beelzebub smiled faintly and said: "As long as I don't kill him, it won't be considered a broken contract, if I'm happy, I'll break his two hands, if I'm unhappy, then I'll break his hands and legs, cut off his tongue, and gouge out his eyes, so that I can be worthy of my reputation as a ghost king." ”

"You ......" Ye Qiuci's face was a little pale, and then he suddenly laughed insolently again. "That's right, that's right, it's to do this to be worthy of your identity as a ghost king, but it's not enough, I think there's still a pair of ears missing that haven't been cut off, it's better to shave his hair again, such a head can be considered round and cute." ”

"Haha, yes, yes, I didn't expect you to be funny, I originally wanted to abolish him first and then kill you, but now I'm thinking about leaving your life. Beelzebub's eyes showed appreciation.

Ye Qiuci saluted Beelzebub and said in a respectful tone: "Thank you for the grace of the Ghost King not to kill, but the little girl should kindly remind the Ghost King that there are too many people who want to kill him, and if the Ghost King robs someone else's prey, I am afraid it will also cause trouble." ”

Beelzebub laughed, and the laughter made the entire Wuxiang Temple tremble: "Who dares to trouble this king." ”

"If you don't mind, look back, he's behind you right now. Ye Qiuci bowed slightly towards Beelzebub's back, with a look of respect on his face.

"Haha, little girl, you are still a cultivator, can such a little trick used by mortals still deceive me?" Beelzebub smiled coldly.

For a master like Beelzebub, the eyes are already superfluous, and his magic power is like a radar with no dead angles in 360 degrees, even if he doesn't have to deliberately cast it, anything can be found within a hundred meters of his side, no matter before or after, left and right.

So he doesn't need to look back to know that there is no one behind him, is this girl trying to escape the moment she turns back? Beelzebub sneered in his heart, with his strength, there are too few people in this world who can escape from him, and finally left the damn seal, Beelzebub took a deep breath of the air of the world, what a wonderful world, such a beautiful moonlight, and the shadow under the beautiful moonlight.

Shadow?!

Beelzebub was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning! Beelzebub, the ghost king who commanded a thousand armies, was stunned as if he had been immobilized when he saw this dark shadow!

This shallow figure spread from Beelzebub's back, as if it were right next to him, and looking through the shadows, this figure was not tall, and should be wearing a fluffy robe.

The appearance of such a faint black figure made Beelzebub feel as if he had been spelled, and finally, he turned back a little stiffly.

A thin hand slowly stretched out from the black robe and gently rested it on Beelzebub's shoulder, and a voice that had been away for a thousand years said softly, "You have finally come out." ”

Beelzebub's body trembled slightly, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

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