A full moon slowly rises from the water on the dark sea, and this is not a full moon, but a hollow ring full of silver light, and the ring stands on the surface of the water, the size of a moon cave door.

The silver light was flourishing, and a peachwood ship swung out of it.

There was a thin man standing on the boat, holding a black rooster in his arms, trembling in the dim light of the bow like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, and when the peachwood boat was near, everyone could hear his coughing as if he could not stop.

The person who came was Xue Qun.

"Lord Ghost, no...... Ahem...... Oh no, Onizuka...... cough cough cough ...... The ghost mound has been flooded again!" Xue Qun coughed hoarsely, howled sharply, and made people uncomfortable to listen to as if sharpening a knife.

Qianwei's head was as big as a bucket, and she frowned and asked, "What's going on again?"

At this time, Xue Qun had already seen Lu Qi standing on the reef, and sighed in his heart: He, why is he here again?

Lu Qi raised his eyebrows at him, and Xue Qun and the black in his arms both shook.

Xue Qun is a mortal, he has only lived for decades, he only knows the ghost master, and has not seen the ghost emperor and the ghost king, so he trembled on the reef, knelt down in front of Qianwei, and coughed: "Lord Qiqi Ghost Lord, about an hour ago, there were monstrous waves from the Wufu Sea, and it will ...... The ghost mound was flooded. ”

Xue Qun said that at the end, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Qi.

Ten years ago, Onizuka was led by this demon to the sea and poured it thoroughly, and Onizuka has been in a state of collapse since then, and has to build another foundation and start all over again.

But the new ghost mound has been doing business for less than two years, and he hasn't gotten it back, but today he has suffered this unwarranted disaster, and this demon is standing in front of him at the moment, he has to suspect that it is a good thing that the young master of the demon world has done.

"You don't have to look at me like that, the disaster of the Onizuka today is not my doing. Lu Qi glanced at Xue Qun, whose face was flushed.

Xue Qun couldn't hold it back, and there was another violent cough, Qianwei just opened her mouth to speak, but was stunned by his coughing sound.

An hour ago, it was the time when the Hundred Ghost Array was opened, and there was no need to think about it, and everyone could guess who did it.

It is impossible to meet such an opponent who is not only profound in cultivation, but also deep in the city, and it is impossible not to panic.

The point is what he's going to do next, you can't even guess.

"That wave, what's wrong?" When Xue Qun coughed and almost turned his back on his breath, Qianwei could finally speak.

"Waves...... Cough...... The wave came suddenly, and the waves roared, cough cough cough...... There seems to be a roar of a powerful ghost, which makes people ...... Ahem...... All cracked, and the soul flew out of the sky......" Thinking of Fang Cai's terrifying experience, Xue Qun trembled even more and coughed even more.

"Ghost roaring?" the Ghost Emperor muttered.

Did the old ghost of Pengshan really take the ghost out of Youtan Mountain?

"Quick, pour out the power of the entire ghost world, all over the world, even if you go to heaven and earth, you must also find those ghosts back. The Ghost Emperor's voice was gloomy, and he trembled faintly.

Ten years ago, they had also searched everywhere for the ghosts who had escaped from the Hundred Ghost Array, but they found nothing, and no one would have thought that those ghosts did not come out of the Youtan Mountain, but hid under the Wufu Sea.

What did the old ghost of Pengshan want to do? Where did he take these 1,800 ghosts?

Isn't it what Qianwei guessed, but if it wasn't for refining Youtan Mountain into a huge spiritual flint stone urn, why did he use it by raising these 1,800 ghosts?

This speculation alone had frightened them, what more terrifying conspiracy did he have?

Lu Qi suddenly remembered the last time he met the old ghost of Pengshan here, and he said: If Jiang Liansheng finds his cultivation and awakens all the ghosts who have fallen into the devil, not to mention destroying the heavens and the earth, but all walks of life, I am afraid that there will be no more peace.

Could it be that the person who wants to ruin all walks of life is not Jiang Liansheng, but the old ghost of Pengshan?

The ghost attendant floated down the mountain in a panic, and according to the instructions of the ghost king, he led a group of little ghosts to search around on the Youtan Mountain, although he found no trace of the ghosts, but he did not find nothing.

"Lord Ghost, something happened, all the ghosts who cultivated in the Black Stone Underground Palace today are missing. The ghost attendant saw Qianwei in the crowd, he was originally here to report to the ghost king Qianqu, but when he saw Qianwei, who had not returned home for a long time, the words on his lips turned a corner, turning from Qianqu to Qianwei.

It's no wonder that the ghost waiter, for the past three thousand years, he has been following Qianwei's ass and has long regarded her as the master.

Although the ghost king is back, he still can't change his greedy nature, although he has stayed in Youtan Mountain for the past ten years, looking at the hundred ghost arrays every day, but he has not lost a whole moth.

In order to serve him, the ghost attendant held a book of human cookbooks all day long, and his hair turned gray.

Qianwei saw the ghost attendant's sad appearance when she floated down the mountain, and she had guessed that there was bad news again, and sure enough, there was something wrong with the Black Stone Underground Palace.

At the southern foot of Youtan Mountain, the grass and trees do not grow, the birds and beasts do not come, only the black rocks are all over the place.

The Black Stone Underground Palace is not artificial, but a naturally formed cave.

There are many ghosts and ghosts in Youtan Mountain, most of them do not want to die, they are a special existence in the ghost world, they can't be allowed to wander blindly for thousands of years, these ghosts also have to be cultivated.

Every year, talented imps are selected to cultivate in the Black Stone Underground Palace, and ghosts who have achieved cultivation will be arranged to be sent to maintain the order of Youtan Mountain and protect the safety of Youtan Mountain.

The Black Stone Underground Palace is not big, and it can only accommodate ten ghosts to cultivate at a time, but cultivation is not an overnight thing, so everyone can only come in turns.

Fortunately, almost all of the people who float to the Youtan Mountain are ghosts who are obsessed and bound by the grievances of their previous lives, and there are very few people with outstanding talents, so they don't worry about not being in line.

And once these ghosts enter the Black Stone Underground Palace, they will never be willing to do so without cultivating for twelve hours.

Because it is closest to the spiritual fire in the belly of the mountain, the Black Stone Underground Palace is the Feng Shui treasure land with the most abundant spiritual energy in Youtan Mountain, which is very beneficial to cultivation and comparable to the Ronghua Cave in Dushuo Mountain.

The reason why Qianwei went to Dushuo Mountain to practice was not that there was no place to practice in Youtan Mountain, but that she needed the Ghost Emperor to protect the Dharma.

"What the hell are the people who went to the Black Stone Dungeon to cultivate today?" Qianwei asked in a deep voice.

The ghost waiter snapped his fingers and thought, "The hanged ghost on West Street, the ghost who fell into the water by the locust tree......"

Seeing Qianwei's brows frowning more and more, the ghost attendant suddenly shouted: "By the way, in addition to our ghosts, there is another person who went to the Black Stone Dungeon today!"

Qian Wei suddenly looked at Xue Qun, who was kneeling on the ground and coughing, the people who cultivated in Youtan Mountain, except for his son Xue Suying, there was no one else.

Ten years ago, Xue Qun took Xue Suying to Youtan Mountain to cry and complain, one cried that the young master of the demon world destroyed the ghost mound, the second crying the young master of the demon world robbed him of his savings for many years, and the third crying demon world young master's good branch caused his son to lose the qualification to succeed the owner of the ghost mound.

Qianwei was upset by his crying, and reselected a piece of land for him to replay by the Wufu Sea, replayed a batch of ghost fires in the past, and left Xue Suying to cultivate in Youtan Mountain.

Xue Suying's poison has been cured, and he is no longer suitable to take over as the owner of the ghost mound, but if he concentrates on cultivation, he will definitely become a moderately accomplished ghost cultivator one day.

At the beginning, there were indeed a lot of ghosts and ghosts who coveted Xue Suying's spirit and soul, but after being taught a few times by Qianwei, everyone could only be greedy and didn't dare to talk about it.

Xue Suying is also considered to be angry, and now, his cultivation has achieved a little, and when ordinary little ghosts see him, they turn around and run, and they don't even dare to be greedy.

When Xue Qun heard that one of the missing cultivators was a person, he was shocked, and immediately raised his head and exclaimed, "My son!"

I didn't expect a mouthful of phlegm stuck in my throat and I fainted.