"Oh no, old ghost, it looks like it's in big trouble!

The little white fox squinted his fox eyes slightly, and suddenly shouted to Zhu Lingwu, obviously the prohibition of this underground tomb city has done something to the demon spirit slave fart, so that the demon spirit slave fart can't escape.

"Then I can't help it! I really can't, just let it stay! With its ability, it should be able to survive! Actually, it's nothing if it's dead!"

Zhu Lingwu touched his nose, but said indifferently, if he couldn't escape from this underground tomb city with the strange physique of the demon spirit slave's fart, then the big ghosts and little ghosts in this underground tomb city really couldn't escape.

Seeing Zhu Lingwu's attitude, the little white fox couldn't help but whiten Zhu Lingwu with his flickering fox eyes, and then used his special connection with the demon spirit slave's ass to communicate.

"Old ghost, you can help, now the butt has escaped to the edge, but the prohibition over there is actually thunder and lightning, this is not a troublesome thing for you!"

After a while, the little white fox shouted to Zhu Lingwu helplessly, but he didn't expect that the forbidden means of this underground tomb city zuihou were actually thunder and lightning.

However, it's normal to think about it, after all, for ghosts, thunder and lightning are natural nemesis.

The powerful ghosts who can escape from the underground tomb city to the edge area are naturally not weak, so they can only use thunder and lightning to scatter their souls.

The former general Zhennan who designed the underground tomb city was also ruthless, and he didn't want to be escaped by some ghost people, exposing his secrets, and attracting other monks to spy on his netherworld.

But now that he has met Zhu Lingwu, a freak, the demon spirit slave fart is also powerful, with its innate ability, it escaped from the underground tomb city to the edge, if it is really just a thunderbolt road, Zhu Lingwu will absorb the thunder and lightning in the past, and the demon spirit slave fart can really escape.

"Thunderbolt, uh, where is it, let's go see!"

Although Zhu Lingwu didn't like that demon spirit slave's ass in his heart, since there was a free thunderbolt, he didn't mind collecting it, and now his Nine Turns Thunder Tyrant Body Technique has always been a matter of cultivation and stopping.

Although this kind of martial arts technique of refining the body has become a chicken rib skill for him, it is also related to his resistance to electricity in dealing with the heavenly tribulation in the future, so Zhu Lingwu still can't bear to give up so easily, how to say that it is also a technique that allows him to activate the natural power of his body.

"Well, I'll show you the way, but it's deep underground, how do we get there!"

The little white fox looked at the ground, and looked at Zhu Lingwu with some embarrassment, it knew that Zhu Lingwu's escape technique was so-so.

"Don't worry, now, we have a plug-in!

As soon as Zhu Lingwu said this, the head of the earth system Xuanming ghost over there couldn't help but feel depressed and his heart ached, it was me who was unlucky, so how much spiritual power would it consume me.

can be Zhu Lingwu's soul clone, it has no power to resist Zhu Lingwu's instructions, even if Zhu Lingwu lets it explode and die, it has to explode.

This is also the lich's absolute control over his own soul, if it is according to the refining method of the Xuanming Ghost Sect and the Hundred Ghost Sect's ghost generals, it is really in such a desperate situation, they are still likely to fight back, and they will not obey the order to commit suicide.

But just when Zhu Lingwu summoned five Xuanming Ghost Heads to come over, wanting to let the Earth Xuanying Ghost Heads escape with them, Zhu Lingwu's brows suddenly furrowed.

"Little Daji, let the ass wait down there, we seem to be in trouble too!"

As if confirming Zhu Lingwu's words, a cyan rainbow light flew from the distance in mid-air, and it didn't take long for this rainbow light to come to the valley where Zhu Lingwu was.

With the blue light shining, a figure with a long whip with a flowing cyan luster coiled around his body landed more than twenty steps in front of Zhu Lingwu.

"Haha, little Daoist, you can make it so hard for the poor Dao to find!"

This figure is actually the immortal master Qinghong Daoist of the True Martial Sect in Yiyang City of Jinyang Kingdom, and the cyan long whip on his body should be the natal spirit soldier he sacrificed.

"Oh, it turned out to be a senior! I don't know, what is the intention of the senior to find the junior?

Zhu Lingwu was secretly wary in his heart, but on the surface, he still said slightly politely.

"Haha, the official of the little Taoist friend is made by the poor Dao, and the poor Dao can naturally sense the general direction of the little Daoist, well, the other poor Dao will not say much, I heard that the little Daoist friend has been in the virtual market under my door, and customized an electric magic weapon, so the little Daoist friend can also use this to practice the spirit and soldier alchemy of my True Martial Sect, in this case, the Poor Dao is willing to cross the little Daoist friend into my True Martial Arts! Well, it can be regarded as a fate between the poor Dao and the little Daoyou, and the little Daoist has entered the poor Dao Gate, does the little Daoist have any objections?"

This Qinghong Daoist said very politely, but there was a bit of compulsion in his words, how could there be a reason for compulsory acceptance of apprentices in this world?

As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help but sweep towards the five Xuanming ghost heads suspended around Zhu Lingwu's body, and the four-tailed little white fox in Zhu Lingwu's arms, and the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a strange smile.

Zhu Lingwu looked at this Qinghong Daoist, and couldn't help but analyze what his mind was, and after a few turns of his mind, Zhu Lingwu suddenly understood a little.

This Qinghong Daoist should have been eyeing his own Xuanwu Huang Guangjue, hum, the apprentice is fake, I want this magic weapon to be real!

Originally, he didn't want to be cheeky in Yiyang City, but he didn't expect that Zhu Lingwu and the Pure Yang Sect were a little involved, and he didn't dare to make a direct move at that time.

Unexpectedly, he was so greedy that he secretly did something when he made an official plan for Zhu Lingwu, and now he has followed him to this wilderness, what he wants to do, but Zhu Lingwu can't help but agree.

What should I do?

Although this guy is hateful, he is a real post-foundation monk, although Zhu Lingwu had killed a post-foundation monk of Qinghua Gate before, but it was Zhu Lingwu who had prepared in advance, and he hid an arc in his hand.

What can we do now?

Seeing that Zhu Lingwu groaned and didn't speak, the cyan whip coiled on this Qinghong Daoist came alive like a green python, and the whip head was like a python's head, slowly swimming from the Qinghong Dao person, as if it might pounce on Zhu Lingwu at any time.

"What's the matter, little Daoist, what are you still hesitating about? Could it be that you don't look down on our True Martial Arts, look down on Poor Dao, and think that Poor Dao is not worthy of your master? Or, what are you hiding, hum!"

"Uh, senior, the junior also said last time, the junior has already been ordered by the master to go to the Pure Yang Sect to worship the door, the kindness of the senior, the junior is really ......"

Zhu Lingwu still hoped to use the name of the Pure Yang Sect to slow down, but before he finished speaking, the Qinghong Daoist over there suddenly ......