Qianwei squatted in front of a clump of manshu sawa and looked at the black dog rolling in the flowers with a sad brow.

It's been a few days, why is my brother still like this?

From that day in the bamboo forest outside Qinglan City, she sensed the forbidden spell on her brother's body.

But who would dare to cast a forbidden spell on the ghost king? It must have been idle and playing around, and cast this strange spell on itself.

Qianwei thought so at the time.

But when her brother never recovers his true body, the more she thinks about it, the more wrong she becomes, who the fuck has nothing to do and turn herself into a dog?

My brother didn't have such a hobby except for gluttony!

Qianwei had to revisit the matter.

The mallet was depressed for two, no matter how Qianwei teased it, it just turned its face aside, looking irritated and aggrieved.

It's a pity that the Chongming bird was not caught, otherwise with the Jing Poppy, my brother would definitely be happy.

As soon as she thought of this, Qianwei's stinky face immediately appeared in her mind.

One or two, they all slapped her face, damn it, I can't help my brother, and I can't cure you, the immortal king?

Qianwei stood up with a "whoosh", rolled up her sleeves and walked to the dungeon.

The ghost attendant ran all the way behind her, with a miserable white face, and said, "My lord, those people have already arrived at Youtan Mountain, and the people who came are not good, do you really want to go and see it?"

Qianwei's feet didn't stop, "It's just that if you kill a few undead in the Wufu Sea, it's worth talking about you after you, although that person has some ability, can it be that you can still dismantle Youtan Mountain?" Okay, okay, you don't want to, when they arrive at the Hundred Ghost Array, they can be killed directly." ”

"Your Excellency wants to activate the Hundred Ghost Array?" The ghost attendant was still thinking: How many undead are you called? But after hearing the ghost master, he instantly stared at the blood-red eyes and exclaimed.

Qianwei glanced back at him and said, "Haven't you been chattering here?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, it's just a few ignorant people, just send a ghost general to clean it up, and the use of the Hundred Ghost Array is already to lift them, how dare Lord Lao do it himself." ”

"Those who are grinding and chirping, and they have damaged the spiritual ground of the house, and those nasty ghosts are going to come to the door of the house to cry endlessly, and they are annoyed to death. ”

"Yes, yes, or the adults are thoughtful. The ghost attendant quickly nodded and patted his ass.

Qianwei was muttering in her heart: I don't know who it is? It can't be the Jingzhao Demon Lord, right?

She activated the Hundred Ghost Array, of course, not because she was worried that those ghost generals would not attack lightly or severely and damage the houses of all kinds of ghosts, but because she was afraid that even if she broke the ghost generals, she would not be able to subdue that person.

But if it is Jingzhao Demon Monarch, wouldn't it be more convenient to go directly to ask the Ghost Emperor to guide the way, why take the road of the Ghost Mound?

If it's not Jingzhao Demon Lord, who is coming?

Qianwei has been regretting it for the past two days, when she heard the sound of the door opening from the bamboo house, she was so anxious that she forgot to take back the two soul devouring needles, and easily exposed herself.

All the way to the prison, I saw that in the black iron fence, the white-clothed Qingjing Immortal Jun was meditating cross-legged against the black wall, calm and calm, like a rock.

All Qianwei saw was the back of her head.

Facing Qingjing Immortal Jun's calmness, Qianwei seemed very anxious.

"You're pretty comfortable here. ”

"Since the ghost lord has locked me up here, he has no intention of letting me out, so what's the use of me just throwing and rolling?"

Qianwei felt that he had to be reasonable, although she had no intention of being an enemy of the fairy world, but this immortal monarch witnessed her catching birds and stealing dogs, it was one thing to be behind someone's back, and it was another thing to be seen with her own eyes.

In short, if you let him go, you can't get along with yourself.

In the balance, let's keep it closed for now.

But today, Qianwei is here to be angry with Xianjun, not to chatter.

"Isn't it too cheap for you to just be locked up like this? ”

Qingjing Immortal Jun didn't move when he heard this, he wasn't afraid?

The two ghosts guarding the prison floated over in response, these two ghosts were also white-clothed and black-haired, but compared to Qingjing Xianjun, they seemed to be particularly untouchable.

Qianwei glanced at it casually: The people of my ghost realm are unbearable?

The two ghosts saw that the Lord looked at them and fell to their knees in a trembling state.

"What are you doing on your knees, go and bring the instruments of torture. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

After a while, all kinds of chilly fine iron torture detainees were carried outside the cell, and they were placed in two rows.

Qianwei stepped on the bench with one foot, and her eyes swept coldly from the criminal detention, if these things were used on Qingjing Xian, although they could not damage his cultivation, they would also have to peel off the skin.

But looking at Xianjun's unyielding appearance and seeing death as home, it doesn't seem interesting to use a big punishment.

Qianwei raised her eyebrows, thought about it, and said, "Go find a chicken feather." ”

"Yes, uh...... What?"

"Forget it, go and drag him out for me and put him on the wall. ”

The two ghosts glanced at each other: This ghost lord rarely came to the dungeon once, and it was so difficult to serve.

When Qingjing Xianjun was put on the wall, her feet three feet off the ground, and her limbs were chained, like a dried duck hanging on the wall, Qianwei showed a satisfied smile.

Qingjing Xianjun closed his eyes, pursed his lips, his face was expressionless, and he didn't say a word.

You just pretend, see how you beg me later?

Qianwei sneered in her heart, coughed, and said to the ghost: "Go, take off his boots." ”

One of the two ghosts, one for each person, soon embroidered the fairy boots of the flying crane and auspicious clouds with Qingjing Immortal Jun, and thought in his heart: Is it to use charcoal fire?

This charcoal fire punishment is very exquisite, it is based on the spiritual fire in the belly of the Youtan Mountain, burning the bones of the ghosts and beasts on the bottom of the Wufu Sea as charcoal, hidden in the black rock urn, all year round.

The ghosts and ghosts of the next creatures, even if they are only splashed a little by this charcoal spark, will die in pain, not to mention the "punishment of charcoal fire".

This punishment is to strip the prisoner of his clothes, put the bone charcoal on the skin and flesh, and in a moment, the faint glow of the bone charcoal can rot the flesh and skin, seep into the flesh and blood, and use the body as an urn, wandering the whole body, everywhere he goes, a piece of blood and rotten flesh, miserable. Even ghosts will be burned into ashes, and their souls will be extinguished.

It is a great torture in Youtan Mountain, comparable to the sword mountain and the sea of fire in hell.

The two ghosts stood in the corner of the wall with their heads bowed and shoulders, waiting for the ghost lord to tell them to carry the bone charcoal, thinking: The adults really don't look down on the torture instruments in this torture room, this is going to be a big punishment, my mother.

Qianwei didn't tell them, she just pinched the void with her hand, and conjured two light white-feathered chicken feathers.

"Take it, one for each person. ”

The two ghosts forced themselves to calm down on the surface, but they were very puzzled in their hearts, and they respectfully took the chicken feathers, waiting for the next orders of the ghost master.

"Go ahead, scratch the soles of his feet. ”

Two ghosts: "......"

Qingjing Immortal Jun opened his eyes suddenly, "......"