The King of Ghosts, the king of ghosts, is definitely an existence in thousands. He will become a general in his lifetime. He will definitely be a general in his lifetime. He will come out of the killing of thousands of bones. He will carry evil spirits that even gods and ghosts cannot avoid during his lifetime. He will only become a king after death.

Other countries in the war have their own beliefs. I won’t mention it. In China, at least in the past hundred years, there was no such condition for a ghost king to be born. Therefore, Deng Yang followed his master to practice everywhere when he was a child. When he grew up, he was alone for many years. He has only seen a ghost king so far.

The one who was the one who asked his master to offer sacrifices to solve the problem with his power. To put it bluntly, he asked for help from the door. Then he was invited to leave with all kinds of gifts. He saved the Ghost King? That was impossible. It was impossible in this life. The King of Hell acquiesced to exist. They had a few abilities to save the Ghost King.

Although the ghosts in front of him are much weaker than the ghost king he saw back then, he will never admit his mistake in the aura and the ghost king totem that appears on his body. His master told him that if he meets the ghost king in the future, he must avoid it. Their ancestors must give in. They must be polite to their existence, and if they want to survive, they must pretend to be good.

But his master didn't tell him that this ghost king can still be mass-produced, not to mention that this group of children who seem to be only a few years old, isn't this a fantasy!

Although Deng Yang was stunned for a moment, he soon came back to his senses from the shock. He immediately held a thunder talisman in his hand and chanted the spell and hit the group of ghost kings who were rushing towards him.

Those little ghosts did not avoid or dodge, and were hit by the lightning transformed by a few spiritual power. However, the attacks did not cause much damage to them. After the totems that seemed to grow from their bodies crawled past the hit place, the originally burnt scars also recovered to the naked eye.

Deng Yang couldn't bear it and sweared: "I've made a fuss! Are you fucking RMB players?"

Li Zezhi, who was relieved by Deng Yang as soon as he arrived, was much more relaxed than before, and couldn't help laughing when he heard his words. But soon he couldn't laugh. He thought Deng Yang was very powerful. After all, he seemed to be very awesome when he appeared just now, but he didn't expect that Deng Yang would be run around the room by the group of ghosts. The sword in his hand chopped and stabbed all kinds of stabs, but the ghosts were like wearing armor and were not affected at all.

Li Zezhi looked at the scene in front of him and asked Si Yang with a little dumbfounded glance: "Master, Master, Uncle Deng can't handle these ghosts, what should I do?"

Si Yang said with slightest: "Cold."

Zhu Wenxian thought that a powerful person was really here this time, but he didn't expect to be defeated by those evil spirits. Seeing that Deng Yang had restrained several evil spirits, he wanted to escape in the chaos, and even his wife and daughter were not even attentive. But he was the target of those evil spirits who were seeking their lives. Anyone could escape, but he could not.

As he moved, the ghosts next to him who had just broken free from Deng Yang's restraint rushed towards him and bit him bite him bit by bit.

The reason why the Ghost King is difficult to deal with is not only that they were carrying the national fortune during their lifetime, but also the king that the King of Hell has a tacit approval after their death. They can even practice directly with the body of a ghost. To put it bluntly, they are ghost cultivation.

Once you step into the ghost cultivation, you naturally cannot be compared with ordinary ghosts. Those things that eliminate evil spirits are of course useless to ghost cultivation. However, just now the thunder talisman can make scars on these ghosts, which proves that these ghosts should have been born with some special method. They are only capable of comparable to the ghost king, but they are not real ghost kings.

But even such a group of pseudo-ghost kings, one or two Deng Yang could consume them to death, but there were eight of them in this fucking group. No matter how high quality or quantity they could consume them to death, it would be difficult to deal with this.

Deng Yang had almost figured out some situations when he came to the Zhu family before. The Zhu family had committed too many evil deeds, and more than one person was killed by them. Zhu Guohao should have any way to suppress these unjust souls, but Zhu Guohao was just an ordinary person after all, and he would be backfired one day when he committed too many evil deeds. When Zhu Guohao died due to backfire, these ghosts who were killed by them would come to the door immediately to seek their lives.

He calculated that there would definitely be some action tonight. The ghosts who had escaped from the shackles because of Zhu Guohao's death would definitely come to seek their lives tonight, so he was waiting to catch them all.

But he didn't expect things to develop like this, because he never thought that things would become so serious. Although he always kept protecting himself, he didn't attack many weapons and didn't carry many talismans, so he was a little restricted at once.

When Deng Yang thought of leaving here first, he quickly contacted his colleagues here to support him, the totem on the female ghost who had just stood up and spoken, and his entire cultivation level suddenly increased as if it had been instilled by someone.

Instead of rushing towards Zhu Wenxian, who had been bitten by a group of ghosts, she stretched out two sharp hands at Deng Yang, as if she wanted to solve the problem first, and then slowly revenge the hatred behind them.

Seeing that the female ghost was not afraid of the gossip mirror and the Big Five Emperors's Qian Taomu Sword in his hand, and even his skyrocketing cultivation level vaguely suppressed his intentions, Deng Yang gritted his teeth and took out a thin jade piece from his clothes. This was prepared by his master for him. If necessary, he would throw it away and run away to save his life.

However, before he could use his last method of saving his life, a golden light shot from behind and passed through her body before the female ghost could react.

The female ghost screamed in an instant, and the ghost king totem on her body was like a paint, as if it had been washed by water, fading away little by little. The female ghost without the totem on her body also fell down. The scars that had just been hit by the thunder talisman were revealed again, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and it looked quite terrible.

Deng Yang quickly looked up, and then he saw Si Yang who had just stood up from the sofa not far away and Li Zezhi who was hiding behind him. Deng Yang suddenly shouted as if he had seen his relatives: "Brother Si Yang!"

Although I don’t know why Si Yang was here, this is simply a life-saving Bodhisattva. He suddenly felt a little excited that his life was guaranteed.

On the other side, the man looked at the broken doll in his hand, and his happy eyes instantly became cold. He threw the doll in his hand casually, ignited a triangle tower-shaped incense in the incense burner on the table, and then sat down and changed his hands to make decisions.

As the yin fragrance burned, other dolls with black totems began to change. The black totem color on their bodies became darker and darker, and the originally extremely thin totem lines gradually became thicker, and the doll's eyes also began to flash red light, as if they were coming alive.

After Si Yang took action to deal with a female ghost, the other pseudo-ghost kings who bit Zhu Wenxian and besieged the old Taoist priests and liars stopped their movements almost at the same time, turned their heads and looked at Si Yang with a yin look, and the ghost energy on their bodies also increased with visible increase in the naked eye.

In Deng Yang's eyes, the ghosts became more solid, giving him the feeling that they were more and more similar to the ghost king he had seen before. No matter how stupid he knew, there must be someone behind these ghosts. Although it is not clear how the man behind them turned these ghosts into pseudo-ghost kings with strength comparable to the ghost king, the current situation is definitely not good for them.

Deng Yang stood up from the ground all of a sudden, and his expression of playfulness became completely solemn. He put the ghost bead back on his wrist and urged his spiritual power to gently touch the peach wood sword. The array patterns carved on the peach wood sword flashed with golden light: "Brother Si Yang, take Zezhi away first, I'll break the back, don't worry, although I can't deal with them, it's still okay to leave here. The matter here is too much, and you must contact the department's people."

Even if it is a pseudo-ghost king, it is still a group of them. These ghosts must not be released. They must stay here and wait for people to come.

Hearing Deng Yang say this, the old Taoist priest struggled to crawl towards them: "Save...Save me..."

He is a Taoist practitioner, but his cultivation is not high, and he makes a little money with this ability. But he didn't expect that he would really fall this time. Every time those ghosts bit him, he felt that the energy in his body was lost and let them continue to bite like this. He was probably completely sucked out of the Zhu family's gate.

Although the liar hiding in the corner was incompetent, the jade Buddha he wore was a real good thing, and he resisted those ghosts for a while. Unfortunately, the liar himself was not upright and had never harmed people's lives, he had really deceived many people. This person had verbal karma and had too many karma. How could a real spiritual thing protect him? Therefore, the little spirituality in the jade Buddha had been almost consumed by him. At this moment, the group of ghosts could not resist for a long time, and he was thrown all over.

Almost dying, he heard them leaving, and his strong desire to survive suddenly made him burst out and ran out of the evil ghosts: "Help! Take me away, I have money, I have a lot of money, I will give you all the money! Please take me out of here!"

But it was obvious that the ghosts were unwilling to let them go. They stared at the living people here with extremely gloomy eyes, looking at the cruel eyes that they wanted to eat meat and drink blood. Li Zezhi's head was numb and kept hiding behind Si Yang.

Si Yang glanced at the little ghosts surrounding him and smiled slightly: "Don't want us to leave? It just so happens that I don't plan to let you go."

How could a group of things that even ghost cultivators could trap him?

Although Deng Yang didn't know how powerful Brother Si Yang was, although he must be much better than himself, he had seen it in the cave last time, but in the face of such a group of existences comparable to the Ghost King, he was still thrilled. However, when he heard Brother Si Yang say this, he subconsciously said: "Brother Si Yang, they are likely to be controlled by others."

Originally, these ghosts suffered great grievances and were killed by others during their lifetime, and were deliberately trapped by others after their death and could not be reincarnated and reborn. Now they are still used as chess pieces. This is really miserable. That's why he wanted to ask his colleagues to help. After all, if they were just beaten to death, it would be impossible for Deng Yang to fight for a fight, but if they want to suppress the power of the salvation, they would have to spend more effort and they had to find more people to help.

"Hold this and stand here and don't move."

Si Yang put a jasper-colored Thousand-Peach lotus in Li Zezhi's hand. This Thousand-Peach lotus was something he got from the treasure house of his old nest with his friend Monk Tianguang. It is said that this was refined from the demon jade, because the demon cultivator who refined this demon jade was actually focused on Buddha. Unfortunately, he did not have the root of Buddha, and even his cultivation qualifications were more like demon cultivator, but this could not resist his longing for Buddhism.

Therefore, although this Thousand-Piece Lotus is a Buddhist utensil, it is actually a thing that condenses the demonic energy, and can even convert spiritual power into demonic energy. The spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation is rich in spiritual energy, which is the difference between purity and impurities, so this thing is very useful to demonic cultivators. But on the earth now, the spiritual energy is thin, and with that little spiritual energy alone, it cannot transform much demonic energy at all. However, although there is little spiritual energy, there is a lot of yin energy, just now.

Si Yang is actually quite optimistic about Lan Jinxiu. Although Lan Jinxiu's physique cannot practice the Taoist techniques of their Hengtian Sect, he also has many magical techniques in his hands, and there are many treasures in the soul mansion. It is no problem to supply Lan Jinxiu to practice until the Nascent Soul Dissociation Stage. But he cannot smash everything on Lan Jinxiu.

If he was born as a demon cultivator, he might have done this if he could meet such a good seedling in such an environment. It would be enough to have a good disciple. There might not be many demon cultivators born with such a natural good seedling.

Unfortunately, their Hengtian Sect was even destroyed by the demon cultivator. It would be great if he could not deliberately collect demonic energy. So although he would not deliberately collect the demonic energy, if he encountered it, collect a little bit, which would have no effect on himself. If he could get a good harvest, it would be considered an unexpected surprise. However, it depends on whether Lan Jinxiu has this fate.

Li Zezhi obediently held what his master gave him. Although he was scared to the point of being weak at this moment, he felt that his master was even more powerful than he thought, so he plucked up the courage to stand still.

Si Yang glanced at him and said, "If you are afraid, close your eyes."

Li Zezhi immediately shook his head as if he was shaking the rattle: "No, I'm not afraid!" Is it even more terrible to close my eyes and can't see anything, but I can hear the sound!

Si Yang didn't care about him anymore because the ghosts rushed towards them one after another.

Deng Yang picked up the peach wood sword and rushed forward. Si Yang grabbed his back collar and threw it to Li Zezhi. When he stretched out his hand, a wooden bow appeared in his hand, but there was a bow or no arrow. When Si Yang put his other hand on the bow, an arrow that seemed to be condensed with a light of spirit was shot out. Deng Yang then understood where the golden light just now came from.

The evil ghost who was penetrated by the arrow made of spiritual energy was like the female ghost before. The black totem on her body slowly retreated, and instantly dissipated from the strength of the pseudo-ghost king to a state that was about to be scattered.

Deng Yang was stunned. There were bows and arrows among the Heavenly Master, but he dared to swear that no one could directly use spiritual power to condense into arrows. The key is that the spiritual power condensed into arrows also brought a thunderous aura. If it weren't for the power of thunder, it would never have been possible to break the power of the Ghost King in the black totem so easily.

Li Zezhi, who had no idea about these things, only felt that his master was so handsome, so handsome that he had no friends. Even if he just looked at it like this, he felt like his heart was about to explode.

The pseudo-ghost kings were very fast, and they were already a small one. When they rushed over, they were almost as fast as a shadow. But no matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as Si Yang could directly shoot arrows.

Looking at a group of ghosts whose black totem had faded, Deng Yang looked a little numb. The man behind the scenes was very powerful, which was absolutely true. At least, he had never seen an existence that could generate an ordinary injustice soul to become a ghost king. Just the power of those pseudo-ghost kings just now was enough to stir up a bloody storm in the metaphysics world. But he encountered Si Yang, who was like a bug, and was destroyed without any storm.

Even his master may not be able to condense an arrow with a thunderous aura, let alone a count of arrows. If the person behind him knew how he was destroyed, he would not know if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Although the pseudo-ghost kings solved the problem, Si Yang did not stop. Instead, he grabbed the void and the little ghosts who had fallen to the ground and almost became transparent twitched twice with his movements. A black mass of air suddenly appeared in Si Yang's hand.

Si Yang took out a blank piece of yellow paper, drew something on the yellow paper with his fingers in the void, and then shot in the black air ball that had just been pulled out of the ghost, asking Li Zezhi to take over the copper basin that the Taoist priest had just used, throw the talisman paper in, and gently flicked the fingertips, and a sporadic flame fell on the yellow talisman.

The yellow talisman in the copper basin was wrapped with a light blue flame. Deng Yang and the others could see that the black gas on the talisman was decreasing little by little with the burning of the fire, but it could not burn on the talisman paper for a long time.

Li Zezhi hugged the thing Si Yang had just given him tightly, carefully looked over, and asked in confusion: "Master, what are you doing?"

Si Yang said: "Backlash, those little ghosts were fucked and controlled by others, and they had the aura of the person behind the scenes. However, that person had some ability and could not cause harm to him by breaking his magic. So he could only use this little energy to teach him a lesson. He stretched his hand so long that he was not afraid of breaking it."

In the villa, the dolls broke all over the floor, the overturned incense burner, the yin incense that was burned halfway, and the man who fell to the ground and bit his lips and tried his best to suppress the moan. After a long time, the man whose heart pain gradually faded and the man slowly sat up from the ground. Looking at the mess all over the ground, his pale face was almost distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What a Chinese!"
Chapter completed!