Ding Hai looked at Ding Shan, who was still moving forward step by step, and was full of confidence, and had already gone to the Nine Clouds at this moment.

It's really hard to say!

Once you are hit, if you can't react in time, you will only die.

In this stalemate, the people of Dingshan had already walked to the front of the Nai He Bridge.

"People walk under the bridge, ghosts are upstream of the bridge, how sad the world is, and there is nothing to do on the bridge!"

The mourning hanger has flown to the front of the Nai He Bridge, and the male and female voices overlap again, and the crying and chirping voices are miserable.

A large amount of paper money flew out from between the sleeves of the two men, accompanied by the sound of crying and mourning.

"It's time for Ding Shan to hit the road!"

The mourning girl was on Ding Shan's back, and she was also crying not to be outdone.

The triple sound is mixed, making the scene look more and more like a ghostly place.

In the dark night, an old man in a Mao suit with his hair straight behind his head stood on a high slope, condescendingly watching everything that happened at the entrance of the village, and the corners of his mouth gradually pulled into a smile.

"Old Dove seems to be very proud!"

A middle-aged man with square-rimmed glasses and a European appearance walked out of the night and walked to the old man before speaking.

"It's not about being proud, it's about being happy!"

The old man seemed to be in a good mood, and laughed straight to the person in front of him.

"After hundreds of years, Fang Shidao finally came out with a genius, how can I be unhappy."

"Genius? How can I look at him dying? ”

The middle-aged man lifted his glasses and looked at Ding Shan, who was about to step into the Nai He Bridge, and his tone was a little puzzled.

So far, can Ding Shan turn the tables around?

The middle-aged man squinted at Ding Shan, since the old man said so, there must be a reason for him to say so.

It's just that he still can't see any possibility of Ding Shan turning the tables.

Until a certain moment, he saw a feather floating down from Ding Mountain, and he was stunned in place.

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have an understanding.

Immediately, a sharp cry went straight into the sky, and in this scream, the mourning hanger and the crying mourning girl who were originally crying all lost their voices.

Ding Hai suddenly turned around, only to see that Ding Shan's body seemed to have grown feathers, and thick wings continued to grow from his pores, turning into a birdman.

The eagle hooked the beak, the big round eyes, and the yellow feathers are like a god.

"This is the god of the owl!"

Ding Hai looked at Ding Shan's changes at the moment, was silent for a moment, and then laughed without any image.

The whole person was so happy that he wanted to take off.

The owl god is the god of birds, can swallow ghosts and eat ghosts, and is the guardian god of the world.

At this moment, there was a cry, and all the mourners showed frightened expressions, and the owl god opened his arms, his wings fluttered, and the shadow of an even larger bird-faced human body stretched from the ground.

With a cold and merciless luster, the pale yellow pupils stared at the mourning hanger and the crying mourning girl, and the owl god pounced forward and began to devour the ghost.

Goo!

The god chewed over and over again until he swallowed the three ghosts inch by inch into his belly and let out a low, satisfying whistling sound.

"Bold, who is the demon, dare to disturb the great sacrifice!"

Without waiting for Ding Shan to react, on the stage, the two paper gods, one black and one white, floated into the air.

These two people carried a mourning stick in one hand, a soul chain in the other, and two high hats, on which were written the characters of wealth and peace in the world.

It is the folk legend that black and white are impermanent!

Black and white impermanence threw out the treasure in their hands at the same time, and the pitch-black chains rattled, and the stabbing sound strangled the silence of the night.

Jiang Qi opened his eyes at this moment and looked into the field, but saw that the air had already been covered by endless chains, and then the chains split and pierced through the god that Ding Shan had turned into.

Under the chains, bursts of yin qi dispersed, and Ding Shan rolled out from under the thick wings of the owl god in a bit of embarrassment.

Looking at the body of the owl god in front of him who had been pierced and had been shriveled down, Ding Shan also had a more frightened look on his face.

If he had moved a little slower just now, I am afraid that he would really not have been able to dodge the chain attack.

After passing two levels in a row, Ding Shan's face was also a little more tired, and looking at the black and white impermanence in front of him, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Although the mourning hanger and the mourning girl are yin gods, they are folk gods, and black and white impermanence are the yin gods of the gods of the past dynasties.

These two people are not very easy to handle!

Ding Shan's expression was solemn.

Black Impermanence swung his chain again, like a snake's head sticking out, and pounced downward.

Ding Shan grabbed it in the void with his backhand, and when he turned around, he had an extra handful of floating soil in his hand, pinched and kneaded it, and the floating soil became a prototype of a mountain.

Airplanes!

The strange whistling sound was like the roar of a wild beast, but I saw an invisible mountain suddenly appear and open up the space, sitting in the human world.

The chains were entangled in the mountains, struggling to strangle, and the mountains suddenly shook.

Bai impermanence, the mourning stick swept across, smashing on the mountains one after another, and the mountains have shrunk by half after four or five sticks.

Ding Shan stood in the middle of the mountain, looking at the shrinking mountain that was about to collapse, but he raised his hand unhurriedly and drew it with a stroke, and the ancient characters manifested in the world.

It's Taishan!

It's Tai, it's also Tai, it's the top of the mountains!

Thousands of years ago, the emperors sealed Mount Tai to pass the ghosts and gods.

Ding Shan tidied up his clothes, his expression became respectful in an instant, he bowed with both hands, and his clear voice immediately spread in all directions.

"Respectfully, the king of Taishan Mansion will come to the world!"

Taishan Mansion Jun, the Emperor of Dongyue, dominates the eighteen layers of hell and the life and death of the world, and is the great god of the underworld.

A pitch-black shadow appeared on the mountain, and the cold snort roared like thunder in the heavens and the earth, and the black and white impermanence that was still fighting and killing the murderer directly spontaneously combusted like a mouse seeing a cat.

Soon, the black and white impermanence paper man was directly burned to ashes.

Ding Hai looked at the indescribable black shadow on the mountain, no longer rebellious as before, and stood respectfully beside him.

"Divine magic, please!"

Needless to say than Ding Hai, Jiang Qi also recognized the means used by Ding Shan at the moment, and looked at the black shadow with complicated eyes.

"Is there really a god in this world?"

Gu Qingyun looked at the black shadow in front of her and couldn't help but whisper.

If there is a god, why don't you see it as it really is, but it is a black shadow like the one in front of you.

"Of course there are gods in this world!"

Jiang Qi responded softly.

"It's just that this god is not the other god, the Taishan Mansion in front of him is just a god who was prayed for by the ancestors of the past dynasties, so it has no shape, and it is not possible to call its name and not see its appearance, just because its people are the rules of heaven and earth and humane thoughts."

"It's like black and white!"

Although Gu Qingyun does not cultivate the mystical method, she is very smart, Jiang Qi let her understand the inside story in two or three sentences, know the origin of the gods, and immediately nodded and stopped talking.

While talking to Gu Qingyun, Jiang Qi's eyes never left Ding Shan, and his heart was full of expectations.

Successively defeated the hangers, black and white impermanence, and finally came to the last step.

Ding Shan only needs to step forward to reveal the secrets behind the scenes, and can see what is the god of the dove to please with his play?

However, this move is also terrifying!

(End of chapter)