Cangzhou Inn

Humans, monsters, zombies, ghosts, etc., a variety of life forms live together in the spiritual world, although the conditions for survival are slightly different, but for the inn, it is still the ancient Chinese architectural style, ancient but elegant, the atmosphere is not luxurious. In the final analysis, whether it is a human being or a ghost, they all belong to the same Chinese lineage, although the race is different, but they have the same lineage.

"Hey, have you heard, not long ago, the Buddha Medicine Buddha in the Liuli World was killed by the ghost mother, and the bones are gone, alas, what a good Buddha who hung the pot to help the world, but it was planted in the hands of the ghost mother, it's a pity. A young human at the inn told his fellow diners about the fall of the Medicine Buddha that shocked the spiritual world, and his face was full of regret.

"Who says it's not, it is said that the Medicine Buddha didn't even leave a relic, and he was beaten by the ghost mother to the point that he couldn't even reincarnate, which is indeed a pity. This Netherworld Ghost Mother is really ruthless enough, and the Nine Yin White Bone Claws still killed the Medicine Buddha in the Demon Suppression Array of more than a dozen Buddha Gate King Kong, which is admirable. ”

The demise of Medicine Buddha has long spread throughout the spiritual world, and countless human beings have lamented it, but at the same time, they are also amazed by the ruthlessness of the ghost mother.

"Dao Elimination Demon Rise...... However, although the ghost mother is terrifying, how can Buddhism let it run rampant, she will be hunted down and killed by the entire Buddhism, and the outcome is self-evident. The others in the inn said.

Medicine Buddha is the Buddha of the human race after all, and his demise naturally gets more sympathy from people of the same kind in the spiritual realm where many races coexist. And the ghost mother is not my race, for her ending. Terran monks are consciously not optimistic about racial differences.

"Ahh

"Boy, the Nether Ghost Mother is very powerful. But two fists are hard to match four hands. If Buddhism wants to kill her, you only need to take turns to fight, and your mother will be consumed to death. A wolf monster in the form of a wolf disdained the arrogance of a strong man, and he crossed his arms. Squinted at the ghostly strong man. Cut. Brave and unscrupulous, a fool!

"Ahh What if there are many Buddhists, a group of green onions, one is not pinched to death when they go up!"

The strong man's pair of ghost eyes glared fiercely, and waves of unstable ghost qi surged out of his body, I! My old mother is shocking and crying ghosts, she is the first idol of my ghost three plus the lover of my dreams, if anyone dares to say that she is dead, I don't want to take my life, and I have to worry about whom!

Stepping into the inn, Murong Jiu encountered the third ghost who was like a mad dog staring at a pair of miserable green ghost eyes in order to maintain the ghost mother.

With the unexpected soul resonance of the ghost mother, Murong Jiu gave up avenging the Medicine Buddha and let her return, which made it difficult for his mind to be completely calm, and he had no intention of paying attention to the ghost three, he threw out the gold, booked a room, and went back to the room.

Murong Jiu's appearance didn't seem to cause any unusual movement in the noisy inn, but as everyone knows, when the shopkeeper in the inn saw Murong Jiu's white hair, his eyes had already flashed faintly.

Retracting his gaze from Murong Jiu's back, after the shopkeeper was thoughtful, he came to the middle of the ghost three, he piled up a professional smile, and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, whether it is the ghost mother who moves the heavens and the earth, or the Buddhist soldiers have many generals, those don't care about our business, don't hurt the harmony." Let's talk about the Lion King Tournament in the near future, I heard that the reward for the Lion King Overlord this time is an old puppet beast called the Red-mouthed Purple-Eyed Eagle. ”

"What the shopkeeper said is not bad, this red-mouthed and purple-eyed ......"

The innkeeper was exquisite, and with the upcoming hegemony event, he brought back the discussion interest of the ghost three and others, and successfully resolved a big or small hidden danger. After that, he returned to the counter and turned his head to look at the place where Murong Jiu had disappeared, and he fell into a moment of deep thought.

Red-mouthed purple-eyed eagle?

The body of the golden-winged bird trembled, its eyes were blurred, and its mind was in a trance, and a strange Dapeng eagle with a red beak, red claws, and purple eyes vaguely emerged in its spirit.

"What's wrong? Little Fifteen. ”

Looking at the colorful bird with golden wings on his shoulder, Murong Jiu frowned slightly, compared to Zhu Bajie following Sun Wukong, he was more concerned about the strangeness of the golden-winged bird who shared hardships, the reason was very simple, because this person and a bird had experienced too many life and death tribulations.

"Brother Jiu, I seem to have seen a red-mouthed and purple-eyed eagle. The golden-winged bird shook its head, blinked its small round eyes, and said.

"Have you seen it?" Murong Jiu also blinked his eyes, yes, the red-billed purple-eyed eagle and the golden-winged Dapeng eagle are of the same vein, but the golden-winged bird has an impression, has it recovered the memory of the Dapeng Demon King?

"I'm not sure, I just feel like I've seen it. "After experiencing too much, the golden-winged bird also knows its life experience 10,000 years ago, and for the red-billed purple-eyed eagle, it does have some real feeling of seeing flowers in the fog, but it is certain that it has not awakened the memory of the Dapeng Demon King.

"Oh, red-mouthed purple-eyed eagle, just hearing this name can think of its extraordinary handsomeness, maybe it is still a close relative of you. ”

Murong Jiu's eyes looked at the vast sky through the window...... Close relatives? As for the red-billed purple-eyed eagle, he can be sure that it must have some kind of close relationship with the golden-winged Dapeng eagle, otherwise how could the golden-winged bird have that real illusion? What's more, perhaps the red-billed purple-eyed eagle is the link that makes the golden-winged bird awaken its memory.

And the secret of the Golden Wing Palace that he learned before, because it was said by others, and there was no evidence, Murong Jiu has always been cautious, and now the appearance of the red-billed purple-eyed eagle is expected to make the golden-winged bird have a great change, and Murong Jiu can't let it go.

In the distance, an eagle let out a loud eagle roar, and it spread its wings and hit the sky...... Murong Jiu's eyes flashed with perseverance, if you want to get the red-mouthed and purple-eyed eagle, you must participate in the Lion King Competition, beat the heroes, and win the lion king overlord!

The crimson sunset has long since faded into the western sky...... At night, the crescent moon is like a hook, hanging upside down in the sky, although the stars are dotted, but it still cannot illuminate the darkness under the night.

"The weather is dry and dry, be careful of the fire and candle ......" It was a watch, and the husband walked alone on the dead street, he walked weakly, and the waning moon pulled his figure to the old elder.

A gloomy wind swept across the streets, and a white-clothed female ghost came crying, she seemed so lonely and lonely in this deserted and dim street, and she glanced sadly at the window of the inn, revealing a sad and beautiful face crying without any teeth.

"It's dry, be careful of the fire and candle ......" The second watch was over, and the husband knocked on the bang again and again, and he dragged his stiff legs and walked slowly through the street.

Not far away, in a dark corner, two turquoise ghost fires danced, exuding a cold, scorching aura, and they either emitted sad ghost crying or hoarse ghost laughter...... Suddenly, they jumped up and swept up with the yin and ghostly wind, and rushed towards them desperately, and in the sound of ghostly laughter, they slammed open the window in the inn......

"Bang! bang......"

Call...... In the dark room, the air tightened suddenly, and Murong Jiu, who was sitting quietly on the bed, opened his eyes, and a pair of burning eyes stared fixedly at the window...... After seeing that the window was still closed and nothing unusual, he exhaled slowly and relaxed his clenched fists.

"Brother Jiu, what's the matter?"

The golden-winged bird felt Murong Jiu's body suddenly tighten when he was half-asleep and half-awake, causing the room to be instantly filled with a stern aura, and the tense atmosphere that made the air stagnant also make the golden-winged bird erect the feathers on its neck when he woke up from his dream.

"It's fine. Murong Jiu glanced at the entire room intact, he calmed his chaotic heartbeat and relaxed his tense body.

It's wicked!

The husband, female ghost, and ghost fire outside the window were all like real illusions, which brought disturbance to Murong Jiu's mind. However, the fine layer of cold sweat in his fists, on his back, and on his forehead made it difficult for him to make a positive judgment.

The Chinese spiritual world, the eighteenth layer of hell in the ancient kingdom of China, the Chinese demon world, people, ghosts, demons, and monsters gather in this same world, perhaps the evil is the charm of this world.

In the middle of the night, Murong Jiu guessed the evil charm of the spirit world, but he didn't know that it was this frightened illusion that exposed some kind of crisis in himself.

Cold sweat?

Being in the cultivation world, Murong Jiu had already known all kinds of complex and terrifying scenes, and his mind and spirit had been greatly sharpened, he would be frightened, but it was difficult for him to break out of the cold sweat all over his body.

And the reason why this happened was because Murong Jiu had lost too much life essence blood, and his life essence power had been attenuated to a terrible low, and the white hair on his head was the primary manifestation of his lack of life essence, and this time he was shocked by the cold sweat all over his body, which was also another manifestation of his life weakness.

And it is precisely because he has lost his vigorous vitality that his life has presented a great crisis! (To be continued......