In the hall of the ghost king of the evil ghost realm.

The old monster sat on the throne of the Ghost King, and asked the first four ghost venerables, "Grandpa, I've been here for half a year, what's wrong with us on this territory?"

A dream-shattering ghost venerable who was as thin as a bamboo pole bent at the ghost king's figure, bowed down and said, "Grandpa, congratulations!"

The yellow croaker stretched out the head of the fish and put the bamboo ghost on the top, and whispered: "Silly boy, what are you happy about, I didn't see my grandfather's treasure hair lost, can you call it happy?"

The dead pig iron butt and the meat are solid, and the ghost venerable suddenly couldn't help but hehe. "It's not a drop, our grandfather is so full of treasure hair, I'm afraid he was read ......

"The Legend of the Black Dog Cultivating Immortals" Chapter 143 The four are the elders, you fight for me and I am fighting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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