After the silent dissolution, he smiled slightly, "Boy, do you know you and me?"

The young, young, and middle-aged ghost saint clones above had all arrived, and they were just as far as the deities appeared, but they showed disgust at the coming old man, and replied angrily: "Shanquan Ancestor, don't meddle in your business!"

He snorted: "I'll take care of it, I don't care about the small ones this time, I still care about the big ones." ”

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and rolled up Li Shuishan, took the rotten bamboo with him, and ran into the distance with a smile, the middle-aged man in the black robe gritted his teeth and rubbed it, and said hoarsely: "You.... If it weren't for the fact that you are a friend of the deity, I would have erased your existence long ago. And now you are still ruining my good deeds?"

While running, he smiled happily, as if he had done nothing less about this kind of little deed, and when he saw a pair of big hands grabbing it behind him, he smiled and said, "Little baby, I watched you perform." ”

"Playing music!" he hummed and laughed, singing in his mouth: "Little fish, little birds, little gadgets, many little babies, one two, three, four, five, six, oops, I can't count how many, haha, the little melon is in the mouth, crisp and fragrant, my baby will steal the melon, one hand, two hands, two ......"

He twisted his buttocks, watched the ghost mountain below begin to collapse very coquettishly, and said with ill intentions in his mouth: "It's all said, don't plant the mountain so densely, don't give birth to so many wild ghosts, the pressure can be crushed." Look at it, the aura here is so lacking that even if a monk comes, I can't stand it anymore and think it's a wild place at a glance. ”

The nine little babies reported one by one: "I am Xiaobai, I am Xiaohong, I am Xiaogreen, I am Xiaolan, I am Xiaoqing, I am Xiaozi...... We are nine dolls. ”

And he pointed to the old man who ran away alone and said, "That person is my grandfather, grandfather, grandfather..."

The sound of calling made the old man commotion, scratching his ears and saying impatiently: "You little cubs, look how I beat you when I go home!"

Nine dolls were talking and laughing around the black-robed middle-aged man, as if to tell him that his grandfather had asked him to come.

The old man who watched was not angry, and wanted to go back and beat them with a leather whip, and said loudly to the rear: "Don't chase after you, I want these two people, and I want to take him back to my foothills." ”

The black-robed middle-aged man's face was not good-looking, but he still warned: "Ancestor Shanquan, it is inconvenient for the deity to make a move now, what does it mean that you come here to fight a rake? Where do you put the deity?"

His words were a lot weaker, not because he was afraid of this old man, but for the ghost mountain, at that time, there was a natural disaster falling, suppressing the ghost energy in this place could not be bloomed, and there was still a breath of sword power on the undulating mountains, which was the power of the mountain founder, he relied on his own creation technique, absorbing and grinding, simplifying the complex, and turning it into an ocean, that is, the poured water lake of the distant mountain at his feet.

The reflection people in the poured water lake are in love with the vulgar mountains on the one hand.

Tsing Yi plain face, love is slim,

Shanquan ancestor likes to drink tea and enjoy the scenery, sometimes flirting with some beautiful women, it has become a disturbance to the people, he loves to talk big from scratch, just a few years, before he had a weak personality, loves vegetarian food, eats wild vegetables in the mountains, with the morning dew, but also has a refreshing life.

The black-robed middle-aged man stopped to observe on the day of the change of the ancestor in the mountain, and he had already seen through the vanity after more than ten days, and the days in the mountain had passed for a long time, and he had a little more irritability, before he became a doppelganger, he had his own consciousness, and he was messing with the stones with his sleeves and eyebrows in the distance, and a little rain would also provoke him to be unhappy.

As soon as the moonlight is extinguished, the tongue of the years is short, the eyes are like blasphemy, the ferocious love of blood, the nature of killing is exposed, and the deity is respected, and the direction is

In the middle, the former is green, and the former is young, and the deity is old.

This is what the deity means. He stopped, his eyes were angry, and his words were a little unhappy, you must know that when he meets such a person, he will definitely kill first and then say, but the old man in front of him is annoying and boring, but he can't say it, but he is greeted with a smile and an answer: "Taoist friends are unstable, let me have nine thieves to play with you, in the future, when you see Lao Tzu, remember, you have to call my name loudly, Shanquan ancestor." ”

He quickly pinched up the spell, escaped into the distance, and squeezed out a yellowing cloud behind him, the young child rushed over, his expression was solemn, he looked at his eyebrows, pinched out a black rune leaf, the leaf fell in front of him, and turned into a small boat that could carry three or four people, but he pinched out the filament, conjured into a rope, and pressed it on the hull.

The boat became half smaller, and with a slight tap, it moved like a formation, and galloped after it.

His eyes fell on the black-robed middle-aged man who was entangled by nine little dolls.

Although the cultivation of these dolls is not high, but all kinds of colors are like lassoes half wrapped around his body, no matter how he shakes it, he can't throw it away, the black robe on his body is pulled by their soft fat and thin, tearing and pulling, revealing a big mouth, they are afraid to enter the clothes, tickle left and right, so that the middle-aged man with a resentful face shows a strange and weird smile.

Shan Quan Ancestor flew again, looked at the two people wrapped in robes from time to time, nodded with satisfaction, and frowned, he really couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, he touched his white hair, and said lightly: "It's not fake, it's not fake, it doesn't matter." ”

Li Shuishan's whole body was boiling at this time, and the purple intention was constantly pulling his skin, slowly eroding his flesh and blood, making his sleeping soul wake up again, the dry cicada Taoist in the formation looked uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but when he saw him wake up, he hurriedly said: "Xiaoyou, calm down, don't be angry, otherwise it will be difficult for you to go up and down, and when the time comes, you won't be able to reach the tenth layer, and your opportunities will be gone." ”

The purple intention was fluttering, making his soul begin to be heavy, as if he was wearing a layer of green clothes, but he couldn't hear the words of the dry cicada Taoist, in his own thoughts, there were red lines under the silence, which suddenly vibrate, and then slowly quieted down, and shook again after a long time, so that his spirit was greatly stimulated.

He let out a deep breath and gradually fell silent.

Shanquan Ancestor returned home, the sound of cloud squeezing came, and a little fat hand stretched out, wanting to pull out his figure, but after being snorted, the contemptuous eyes were revealed from the top to the heels, if the rotten shoes were lost, the ten toes must not be complete. Coincidentally, that's what it did!

There must still be a whole body behind the little fat hand, but where did this old thing allow him to come out, he went up with a kick, kicked him and vomited vigorously, retreated to an unknown place, reached out and grabbed it, and escaped.

The old thing laughed, put on his shoes again, and left.

The black-robed middle-aged man was pulled and bitten by nine little dolls, and gradually lost his dignity, rolling up the momentum of his whole body and wanting to kill, who knows, how could this melted candy wrapped in his body be so easily thrown away? The hundred-zhang giant raised his head and waved his fist, and the black gas in the distance was sucked into the hanging stone by him, and he killed it without hesitation, this time killing the ghost mother in the mountains.

In the mountains, there are no living creatures that have long been defeated, except for the smiling tree, which gradually withered, and also turned into black smoke and inhaled into the hanging stone, the purple-robed embroidered tiger youth lightly disappeared, and reappeared sitting on the shoulders of the giants, with his thighs crossed and Erlang's legs looking down.

"Hunt down and kill the three ghost mothers. ”

A strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he gave an order, and the hundred-zhang giant swung his fist, and with a hammer, he hammered through the middle of the mountain where the black clouds floated, and the vine trees that grew in the ground showed a smiling face, instantly

It grows dozens of zhang between them, and it has not yet reached the waist of a hundred zhang giant.

It lowered its head, turned a small looming eyeball in its eyes, and the black matter under the eye bags precipitated, like a spider's web, and the muscles it held retreated violently, and when it was pulled, it seemed to roar in its mouth.

The smiling face was pulled out directly, like a remnant hanging down, its roots absorbed the water source under the earth, the water does not seem to be much, but it is very thick, when it is pulled out of the surface, it dissipates into gas, you know, the things contained in the water are naturally formed resentment, evil gas, and the most important ghost qi.

In ancient times, there was a kind of ghost born in heaven and earth, affected by the sun and the moon, so it was beyond the soul, when the blood of the world fell, the trajectory of the years shifted, and the soul power began to appear as the most important way to store people.

The Baizhang giant also likes this kind of breath, the hanging stone is like a star, and after absorbing it, the two eyes angrily swing their fists to hammer the entire mountain, which seems to be aimed at the three ghost mothers.

In the dark underground, there is a mess of mud, there is a dry well in the mud, three ghosts walk around the side, gently sit around, chanting words in their mouths, as if praying, at this time, there is an overlapping shadow coming, it is holding a milky white spar in its hand, close look, its eyes are blood-red, as if it has just experienced a big war and also sits aside.

The three shadows looked at him at the same time, showing a hint of sympathy, but not the slightest surprise, they were silent, listening to the rumbling hammer outside, the huge fist fell, raised again, and rubbed in the air, causing a kind of spiritual resonance, as if calling them, one by one.

In the midst of heavy gasps, a trembling voice came out, "I never thought that the Ghost Saint would still attack us. This time, it seems that they are going to be wiped out. ”

Another voice abruptly stopped in prayer, gently pinched a willow around the dry well, and opened his eyes, "Let's go, don't come back." ”

"No, I've come all the way, Ghost Mountain is my home, how can I be willing to leave?"

With a bang, a huge fist smashed down, the shock collapsed, the peaks of the outside world were leveled, some of the hard-hitting ghosts were fleeing in screams and roars, and some were like old people, who did not tremble at all for the fists that fell in front of them, and faced them with a smile, they saw it right, and they knew that this seemed to be the reincarnation of the human race, cleaning again and again and sinking again and again, but the last time there was a ghost saint to stop it, but it was destroyed in its hands, it was really ridiculous to say.

The purple-robed embroidered tiger young man looked down at the ghosts on the shoulders of the giant, his eyes were mixed with disdain, watching the old ghost raise his eyebrows and gently point to his eyebrows.

The center of the eyebrows is the most sacred part of the ghost in the mountain, and it is also an excellent position for inheritance, but being pointed at by a ghost who is not as good as him is obviously an insult to it, this kind of silent insult makes it uncomfortable, and he sneered: "Old ghost, you are so disrespectful to me!

What greeted it was a scolding smile, not even a trace of dissatisfaction, maybe what it did was to die with dignity.

"The ancient ghosts should have been cut off a long time ago, you kept it with one hand, and you also had to exterminate it with one hand. ”

The purple-robed embroidered tiger youth waved lightly, like wiping away a rain between heaven and earth, the figure of the old ghost was gone, and the wild ghosts full of tears were still staying around, they often listened to the old ghosts talk about the prevalence of ghosts in ancient times, and the mountains at that time were so majestic and beautiful, black was not all black, white was not all white, hidden blue, white and cyan, and so on, all stayed in the ancient songs.

Although there is only one sentence, it is also cut off in ancient times.

That sentence, no ghost will sing.

In the latter sentence, there are still people.

No one will sing it.