The Ghost Realm is a special existence among the Ten Realms.

Not only human souls, but all spiritual spirits in heaven and earth can find a home in the ghost world. And the god king of the ghost world is the manager of this side, although he deals with the underworld a lot, but it is only a cooperative relationship on official business.

"You're talking about the last Divine Monarch seven hundred years ago, and I'm different." Jiang Simo raised his hand and pinched a snowflake on his shoulder to look at it carefully.

Since the day he took office, he has spent most of his time wandering in the human world, seeing too many spring flowers and winter snow, seeing too many mountains, lakes and seas, and doing too many industries in the world.

The killer monk's eyes showed horror, "You were born in the ghost world, but you walked in the world, and you still have an ambiguous relationship with the demon world?" ”

"Definitely."

Jiang Simo's gaze fell on the other party's monk's robe, and his tone was still light: "I am different from you, this seat is connected to the Ten Realms but is independent, and you really shouldn't do things for traitors in the ghost world behind the back of the Buddha." ”

Xu said too much, Jiang Simo waved his backhand, "This seat will not kill you, and go to stay behind, the Buddha has his own judgment." ”

The killing monk was shocked in his heart, mobilizing his whole body to resist, his lifelong cultivation reached its peak under the blessing of demonism, and the Buddha beads in his hand burst out with golden light again, only this time it was no longer hidden, and the huge golden light was mixed with dark green evil qi under the body.

Jiang Simo's brows moved slightly, and he suddenly felt that the evil qi remaining on the other party's Buddha beads was a little different.

If you look closely, it is a very pure ghost qi illusion, without any impurities, and the holder must have an extraordinary status in the ghost world, and it belongs to the power that only the supreme power can have.

Jiang Siyu.

A familiar and unfamiliar name broke into his mind, it was his sister, his own sister who was related to him by blood.

Thoughts only flashed through my head and didn't stir up too many thoughts. His brother and sister have long since parted ways, and they have not been in touch for three or four hundred years. Things have changed, and goodbye is just a stranger.

"A little skillful, but not much."

Jiang Simo praised with interest, and then lightly tapped his fingertips on the snowflake.

The originally delicate and small ice flower suddenly grew in size, transforming into a transparent ice wall with hexagonal ice edges.

"Go!"

Jiang Simo pointed at the bald monk who wanted to escape, and the ice wall extended at an extremely fast speed, and countless hexagonal ice ridges were inlaid together, forming a frantically spreading city wall.

At this time, the stop killing has completely given up resistance, and in the face of the real boss in the ghost world, he should not have any other ideas than running.

"Hell!"

With the movement of running wildly, he suddenly found that the monk's robe on his body was rapidly freezing. The crystal clear ice crawled down the soles of his feet to his calves, and quickly encroached on his waist, almost covering his chest in the blink of an eye.

The cold of his whole body made his body gradually lose consciousness, and his right hand holding the Buddha beads was already trembling violently, and the uncontrollable force was scurrying in his body.

He doesn't want to die! At first, he took refuge in Buddhism just to survive with a bite of fasting, but now that he has easily cultivated, how can he be willing to go to Elysium to serve the Buddha?

He won't die and can't die!

"The demons are not finished, and they will not become Buddhas!"

The monk drank suddenly, and the Buddha beads in his hand burst instantly, and the fine powder turned into a cloud of quicksand in the palm of his hand, drifting away with the wind.

The flames around the Stopping Killing Monk exploded, and the cold ice that quickly encroached on his body turned into a cloud of mist, refracting a faint seven-colored light in the sunlight.

Boom!

The two palms struck out, and the ice wall that was already about to close was torn apart, and he made a gap.

Jiang Simo in the distance sighed, "Mortals' desire for life is better than thousands of Dao Laws, and the power of ghosts and gods is beyond the reach of dust. I have walked the world for 700 years, but I have never understood the mystery. ”

The figure gradually blurred, and finally dissipated like ink into the daylight.

Naturally, he didn't know that Jiang Simo had left, his eyes were red, and a strong flame burned in his eyes. At this time, where did he still look like a person in Buddhism, the monk's robes on his body were torn and tattered by the gravity of ice and fire, hanging on his body one by one, more like a beggar without hair.

However, the momentum on his body is undiminished!

The hands interlaced at great speed, and countless phantoms smashed the ice wall that surrounded them.

The sound of the explosion spread far away in the silent suburbs, and Ye Shiyuan, who was slumped in his chair and dozing off with a pen in his hand, was shocked and woke up.

"Got a war?" He muttered, then squinted at the hill of affairs on the table, closed his eyelids, and fell asleep again.

"It's really unlucky, I still dream of trouble."

Scratching his nose, he continued to meet with Zhou.

A huge ice ridge slammed through from behind him, and the flames on the monk's body were burned out after all, and finally his eyes widened and he died of exhaustion.