Filth covered the cross.

A black mist poured out.

The celestial phenomena in the outside world also changed, giving birth to a thick fog that could not be dissolved, enveloping the radius for several miles.

The ghost king of Fuso has reappeared!

At this time, the driver who was guarding the car left his seat, no longer afraid of the power of holy faith that pervaded the church, and hurried to the door of the prayer hall:

"My lord, please follow me."

"The movement you created is too big, and it is likely to alarm ......"

Before he finished speaking, his hair was lifted by a strong wind, and the ghostly aura that rushed to the sky rushed to his face.

A green-faced tusk and a traditional armor made of bamboo, twine, leather, and pieces of iron.

As a Japanese cultivator, the driver immediately recognized that this was the style of the Azuchi-Momoyama period.

"Take me away!"

Fuso whispered, "Go to a safe place." ”

In fact, he had already noticed that the two generals of gold and silver were hiding nearby, and they could be killed with a lot of effort.

But when he was seriously injured, he was suddenly swept into the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth and traveled to a different time and space, which made Fusang Ghost a little at a loss.

What's more, before he landed on the ground, he was suppressed by the sacred thing, if he hadn't been rescued by the same kind, whether he could see the light of day again was between the two.

The combination of many factors made the Fuso ghost give up the extraneous branches, and want to find a place to hide, find out the situation as soon as possible, and recover the state.

After all, strength is the confidence to do whatever you want!

"Yes, sir."

When the words fell, the driver didn't dare to delay the time, turned into an afterimage and rushed to the unlicensed black car, quickly opened the door, and motioned for the ghost king to sit in, and the two walking corpses also kicked their feet and got into the back row.

In the thick ghost fog, sound waves sounded.

Inside the church.

The monk in charge of cleaning collapsed to the ground, his face was black and purple, and the ghost king did not make a move on him, but under the strong ghost anger, not to mention ordinary people, even the little Taoist priest who had just been awarded the urn would be scattered.

"Senior brother, why hasn't the ghost king come in yet?"

Ma Shangfeng conjured up a glaive knife, his expression was solemn, the enemy was present, he had temporarily forgotten about hunger and entered a fighting state.

On the golden armor, the flowing Ming Emperor's qi and dragon and tiger qi are proof.

On his side, the silver armor god swallowed Xiaohui's saliva, held a red tassel gun, and said nervously:

"Perhaps...... Maybe it's gone. ”

"Wait."

When the words fell, Ma Shangfeng was careful to guard his surroundings.

Dead?

The cross was covered with blood and feces.

The priest was furious, and he vaguely guessed the truth: someone had desecrated the holy cross and let go of a horrible object that had been suppressed.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that it was definitely not the two people in the room who did it, because they suddenly appeared, they had nothing to eat, and they couldn't even eat, where to get the plasma bags and feces!

"Please come out and talk."

The priest suppressed his anger, and he had to avenge the dead friars of the church and preserve the glory of the Lord.

And the gold and silver two will obviously know the inside story.

"The head of the pagan religion?"

Xiaohui was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, turned to look at his junior brother, his eyes slanted at the door, and asked for advice with his eyes.

At the moment, the master Caolu monk does not know where to go, and only Ma Shangfeng, who is a first-class military attaché, can rely on and can temporarily block the Fusang ghost.

"The ghost has left, and killed a monk before leaving." The priest sighed and stated, "Please tell me the truth, so that I know who to seek revenge on." ”

In fact, it is not unusual for the priest to be Chinese and speak half-literate.

After listening to his narration, Ma Shangfeng nodded.

The door opened.

And from the beginning to the end, the priest did not intend to inform the police to intervene, his idea was very simple, with the power of the church, to wash away the shame!

But Meng Fan will be deceived?

There is no need for the alarm around the church to prompt, the moment the Fusang Ghost King is born again, the ghost qi soars into the sky, as long as the cultivation reaches a certain level, you can feel it.

Aoyama Zen Temple.

Tachibana Tenma, who has an evil temperament, proclaimed the Buddha by bowing his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Debating the Dharma with him, Master Yuantong, who was made to commit a crime by crooked heresies, had a solemn expression.

Inside the nursing home.

Uncle Feng rushed out, leaving Zhong Fabai alone to guard this place, leaving a dilemma in his heart.

"Senior brother, we have decided to give up our goal and are on our way to the past."

"It's okay, Qingshan Zen Temple is Master Yuantong's dojo, he definitely won't let that little devil mess up."

Two sports cars gallop down the road.

The red and blue flashing lights jumped.

The four of them communicated over the radio.

Different from the terrifying ghost qi that flashed away in the early hours of the morning, the qi machine just now was like a guiding light, marking the specific direction.

Moreover, the Five Elements Qi in that area was also disturbed, and it was easy to find.

Not much.

Two sports cars rushed into the ghost fog, and along the way, some wandering ghosts who came with their eyes and instincts tried to attack them, but they did not get close. was beaten to pieces.

The shoe is on the other foot.

Opening the first door, Meng Fan, who can freely control people and the second plate of the earth, is very confident, and he is also faintly eager to find a strong enemy to fight, through fighting and fighting, to weigh himself and verify what he has learned.

【House of the Lord】

Dasha jumped out of the car, he couldn't help but get excited, pointed to the church in front of him and said, "That's right, this is it!" ”

At this moment, there is a very stirring emotion flowing in his body, and it is not too much to say that it has penetrated into the soul.

Across the door, Ma Shangfeng, who was sitting on a wooden chair and slowly telling the information of the ghost king, felt something in his heart, and raised his eyes to look at the entrance.

Past life and present life, complete the eye contact.

Kowloon Peninsula, northwest.

Deep water step.

A very humble izakaya.

The shopkeeper hung a small wooden sign outside that was not entertained for the time being, and concentrated on serving the distinguished guests.

Passing through layers of special curtains, in a spacious basement insulated from any magic exploration, the Fuso Oni King lies in the hot spring pool, his face full of enjoyment, and he praises the younger generations in Japanese for being sensible.

Around.

Scattered with rockeries, green pines, flowing water, flowers and plants, scattered and scattered, coupled with lantern lighting, there is no grievance of hiding underground, but like being in the courtyard of a rich and noble family.

In the hot pool, four young girls serve with all their hearts, and they seem to be wearing clothes, but what can the loose kimono block? Towering peaks, want to show and be ashamed.

Before coming, the Fusang Ghost King really didn't expect that the juniors would take care of themselves in this way.

"My lord, please feel free to enjoy them, it is a thing to celebrate to be able to reunite with you after hundreds of years."

The driver, dressed in a kimono, sat down outside the hot spring pond through the thick water vapor.

Hong Kong Island.

The land of the Ming people.

After talking all the way, the Fusang Ghost King has a general understanding of the current form, which is five hundred years later, and Hongyi will temporarily manage this land, and it will be returned to the Ming Dynasty for more than ten years.

The man behind him was of the same clan as himself, and wanted to take revenge on the people of the Ming Dynasty......

This is the understanding of the ghost king.

To this, he readily agreed.

The so-called revenge can be a massacre.

Five hundred years ago, I used to do this a lot.

At that time, although the Ming Dynasty was beautiful and rich, and various technologies were very advanced, and it could make countless products that Japan could not imagine, it was very fragile.

During his lifetime, he led a band of ronin warriors, peasants, and pirates across the coast to plunder wealth, slaughter villages, and rob their women.

After his death, he became a ghost king, and his strength became more and more powerful, and he did a few happy things.

"It is a sin for such a beautiful and rich place to be lived and ruled by the Ming people."

"Tyrannical creatures."

As the words fell, Fuso Oni drank the sake from the tray and let out a rampant laugh: "Let me conquer it, start here." ”

"Heaven and Earth Xuanmen sent me here, it is destined to be providential, hahaha."

Immediately afterwards, in the rich water vapor, there was the coquettish laughter and foolish laughter of the women.