While shouting excitedly, Wei Ping stepped on the Thunder Sword and flew into the sky.

Leng Yiren's peach blossom eyes narrowed, frowning and watching him fly over, and he couldn't remember who he was for a while.

Wei Ping flew closer, froze in the air, removed the ghost face with a slit in his eyebrows, revealed the face that he thought was extremely handsome, and bloomed a handsome and charming smile.

"It turned out that you were a fool, what kind of ghost face did you wear, which made the old lady think about it for a long time!" Leng Yiren's peach blossom eyes rippled, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"......" Wei Ping was speechless, don't you also wear a ghost face? Seeing Leng Yiren disappear, he realized something, and wanted to retreat but didn't have time to retreat, and was hugged in his arms by Leng Yiren who showed his form.

The ghost's arms are a little cold, and being held in his arms is not a very enjoyable thing.

Wei Pingjian frowned, just to break free from Leng Yiren's arms, but heard her whisper in his ear: "There are so many ghosts and so many people looking at it below, fool, if you dare to make the old lady lose face, be careful of your little brother!"

A soft, boneless hand moves towards the crotch.

Wei Ping's body froze, motionless and did not dare to move.

Luo Hu looked at Wei Ping's face, his face was strange, and a long memory flashed through his mind.

Time seemed to be as long as a century had passed, and Leng Yiren finally let go of Wei Ping, and he immediately hid far away, like a frightened white rabbit, causing her to laugh out loud without any image, laughing and bending over, tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.

Wei Ping was inexplicable, his face was full of confusion.

"Isn't it a crazy woman?"

"Didn't you go into the mouth of a sheep, or did you send it to the door yourself?"

After laughing, his face suddenly turned cold, and he flew directly from the top of the tree to Luoli Palace, Luo Hu followed, Wei Ping beckoned to Monroe, and followed together.

After the old man surnamed Yu swallowed a black pill, the crack on the skin-like shell immediately recovered as before, and his spirit was lifted, and he flew up to follow without feeling embarrassed at all, and the old man was very thick-skinned.

Seeing that the old man surnamed Yu kept up, Fu Zhong also stubbornly followed.

The two Seven Realms Ghost Sword Cultivators stood in place.

Rahu looked back at the two ghosts with a fierce look, and the two ghosts stopped, and when he turned his head and flew forward, he continued to follow.

Repeated like this three times, Luo Hu couldn't bear it anymore, and when he was about to kill the two ghosts, Shi Shiran, a Leng Yiren, said: "They are also my subordinates, if you want to follow, let them follow!"

The two Seven Realms Ghost Sword Cultivators, hearing what Leng Yiren said, their eyes lit up, and they set off to follow, although they were not ghost-faced cultists, but the previous sect leader of the Ming Sect and Leng Yiren were also friends, since she remembered the old relationship, this can also be said.

They dare to fly to keep up, they are self-sustaining strength and cheekiness, thousands of people and ghosts on the sandy land of the island dare not blatantly follow, but sneaking into the woods, they still dare!

There are so many people and ghosts, even if Leng Yiren Rahu wants to kill, he may not be able to kill himself, there are always people and ghosts who are backed?

Sure enough!

A faint glance swept over and ignored it.

In the eyes of the strong, the people and ghosts in the dense forest are all ants, and they are not worth a second glance at all.

The sky above Luoli Palace was cloudy, and once they got close to the lightning and thunder, for ghosts, or people from the Ghost Face Sect, thunder and lightning were definitely terrifying existences like natural enemies, which could make them disappear from this world in an instant.

It's not that there are no strong people who rely on their cultivation to be high, forcibly rushing to the palace, the seven or eight realms abound, and the ghosts and gods of the nine realms are not nothing, Leng Yiren was also one of them at the beginning, but he was also injured by the yin thunder and left.

After all, Luo Li, the main ghost of Luoli Palace, is the first ghost to become a ghost immortal in thousands of years, and the yin and thunder collusion array she left behind cannot be broken by anyone!

Unless she has her jade plate, she can come and go freely.

Leng Yiren recalled the painful experience at the beginning, suddenly stopped his body, Luo Hu didn't pay attention, flew straight over, and hurriedly stepped backwards and returned.

Leng Yiren gestured with a look, and Luo Hu ran a few steps forward, not like a ghost saint of the Eight Realms at all, but like a dog's leg, or a dog's leg who enjoyed it.

The light of the Naxu Ring flashed, and the teardrop-shaped jade plate flew out, and the mind controlled and flew towards the cloud-covered enchantment, and the moment it was touched, the drop-shaped jade plaque turned into blue water droplets, like thick ink dripping into rice paper, rendering it, and changing into a door, a beautiful blue arch.

The ghosts walked into it one by one.

Thousands of people and ghosts in the dense forest saw the blue arch appear, and they scrambled to float up, crowded with bee chrysalis, but the arches were suddenly closing, and as soon as the people and ghosts hit the cloud-covered barrier, the thick clouds higher immediately descended one after another.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The people and ghosts were all wiped out in an instant, and they didn't even have time to scream, and the people and ghosts behind desperately retreated, but they were squeezed forward by more people and ghosts in the back.

"Boom—"

"Ahh

"Boom—"

"Ahh

This time, I had time to scream, because I already had psychological expectations, and I knew that the thunder would fall on my head, so I prepared for the screams in advance.

The palace group of Luoli Palace, the cultivation is very graceful, the palace is mostly blue, like the blue glazed tiles of the sky of the human world, one after another, up and down, like a soothing wave after wave.

Under the eaves is the lintel of the carved dragon and phoenix, dyed blue with blue flowers, and the flowers are pressed and dried and pasted on it, there is a kind of poignant eternal beauty.

Under the lintel is a stone pillar spliced with blue stones, each stone pillar has a different shape, with its own artistic beauty, it can be seen that it took a lot of thought at the beginning.

How, with a meandering river flowing through the temple instead of the inky black waters of the bitter sea?

Flying back from outside?

That's a bit costly!

Along the winding river, passing through the shade of flowers and trees, walking through small bridges and flowing waters, rockery waterfalls, pavilions and water pavilions, etc., I have returned to the human world in a trance.

Turning and circling, and circling and turning, the scenery is dizzying, and after walking for a long time, we arrive at a huge lake, which is sparkling and flowing slowly under the majestic wind.

There are hundreds of blue lotus plants planted in the lake, dozens of which are blooming by themselves, beautiful and holy, there is a kind of beauty that is out of the world, I don't want to see it wither, I hope it blooms forever.

The water droplets on the lotus flowers are rolling, crystal clear, like little elves, chasing each other under the breeze.

There is a round island in the lake, and there is only one big tree with lush foliage, and its branches grow in large characters, like a man standing there with his legs crossed and his hands outstretched, and he has been standing there for a long, long time, for thousands of years.

The leaves of the trees are verdant, and the green light is flowing, circulating with strong vitality, tempting to lure ghosts to pick.

The leaves are all like this, not to mention the human body fruit hanging from the branches, the human body fruit really looks like a human body, to have a face, to have hands, to have a body, to have feet and feet, but this face, this hand, this body, this foot are small, tender, baby-like, curled up in a ball, smiling.

Human Fruit!

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"