The day passed quietly in a flash.

From day to night, from inside to outside the palace, Cui Jun and Qian Wushuang carefully explored the entire palace from various angles.

As dusk falls, a banquet is being prepared in the palace.

There are many soldiers and the door is closed. The long-awaited ghost hunting conference is about to begin.

Vegetarian food was spread across the round table, and Cui Jun was already sitting with several acquaintances, including Wang Fu, the fat butcher of pigs, Xi Feng, a taciturn person with extremely low presence, Chen Qing, and Qian Wushuang.

Although the food has been served, no one has the intention to move their chopsticks.

Everyone craned their necks, waiting for the key person to appear. Fortunately, everyone was not kept waiting for a long time.

Prince An, who was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, was slowly pushed out surrounded by a group of young people wearing Yin and Yang Taoist uniforms.

His face is covered with age spots, his hair is gray, and his skin is flabby, which proves that this famous prince is almost exhausted and has reached the final stage.

"Everyone!"

As soon as Prince An appeared, many ghost hunters around him got up.

Chen Qing also lowered his voice and said: "Master Cui, brother Wang, please get up. This Prince An was a powerful man who killed the devil dragon and saved hundreds of millions of people. If you don't get up, you are disrespectful!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Jun and others immediately stood up.

He had long heard that Prince An was very famous and was known as the Prince of Zhenshan here. Hearing Chen Qing's words today, Cui Jun couldn't help but look at the prince a few more times. However, he was already in his twilight years.

I can no longer see the heroic spirit I had back then.

The prince's gaze swept across the audience, and then he said loudly: "Ghost masters, please take a seat. No need to be polite."

The tone was not high, but it was still clearly audible to thousands of people in the dojo, without missing a word. This alone can prove that this prince is indeed extraordinary.

But as soon as he said a word, Prince An coughed a few more times.

After a long pause, Prince An continued: "This ghost hunting conference is different from the past. There used to be such gatherings, but most of them came to meet and make friends and make friends. This time, I invite you all to come again, and we invite you all at once.

So many people have been invited, almost everyone who can be invited is here, but I really have nothing to do. Let me tell you first, this ghost hunting conference is indeed to catch a ghost. But this ghost is really extraordinary. I

I have been suppressing it for nearly ten years, and recently, it has begun to show signs of being broken. Alas, I am incompetent and cannot completely kill this ghost. Ahem, next, I would like to ask Master Zhuqing to explain it to you."

Prince An said a few words and coughed even more violently.

Cui Jun had good eyesight and could see clearly that Prince An had coughed up black blood. In this state, he was obviously terminally ill and his time was running out.

Prince An waved his hand, and then suddenly a streak of sky fire fell from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, all the young people in yin and yang clothes around knelt down and said loudly: "Respectfully invite the Master!"

The flames rolled around, and the figure immediately emerged.

A man strode out, barefoot and wearing a long gown, holding a fire fan and a solemn face as he strode out.

Judging from his age, he was in his fifties. He was wearing a red gown and a goatee. His left hand seemed to be broken, leaving only half of the sleeve fluttering.

As soon as this person came out, Cui Jun could clearly feel that the temperature around him had increased by several degrees.

As expected, he is worthy of the title of Master. Those who can reach this realm have basically stepped into the realm of mortals in one step.

Ghost hunter, ghost master, great ghost master.

Those who have reached this level are capable of unpredictable changes.

The appearance of Master Zhu Qing immediately aroused the envy of many people. Even though this ghost hunting conference has nothing to do with most people, it is a worthwhile trip to see the living Master.

Master Zhuqing raised his head and said loudly with a look on the world: "Mortals, this ghost hunting conference will be very dangerous. It's not too late to quit now. Turn around and leave from the main entrance and take a boat away. You can temporarily save your life."

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Master Zhu Qing first persuaded everyone to leave as soon as he arrived. Unfortunately, those who persisted in coming here were not ordinary people, and they could not be persuaded to leave with just one or two words.

Master Zhuqing snorted softly, and then continued: "If no one leaves, that means they are all risking their lives. Stupid mortals, do you know what you will face this time? The kid you caught before

, the wandering spirits that have been defeated here are not worth mentioning. The fierce ghosts suppressed here are peak ghost spirits that can destroy a city, and even reach the level of ghost kings at some levels. Under its command, there are

There are three hundred fierce ghosts and thousands of ferocious ghosts. As the seal continues to collapse, you will see the true boundless ghost realm and the world of dead souls."

Master Zhu Qing's words immediately caused many people to take a breath of cold air. The words "Thousands of Fierce Ghosts" alone were enough to scare the piss out of many people.

Master Zhu Qing suddenly pointed his finger at the crowd.

"The girl from the Ghost Exorcist Sect and the boy from Yuhunzhai, are you ready? How many magic weapons have you brought with you, can you save your lives?"

The two people accused immediately attracted special looks from the people around them. Those who could be reminded of Master Zhuqing at this moment are probably people of extraordinary origins. Most people may have never heard of these sects. But maybe on Master Zhuqing

In this realm of human beings, these sects are all old acquaintances.

"Haha, there are also the old guys from Cang Yuan Sect and the idiots from the Yin Yang Alliance. Are you planning to lose your lives here too?"

Chen Qing, who was next to Cui Jun, was also named. Chen Qing's expression changed slightly, but he did not speak. With his status, he was probably not qualified to talk to Master Zhu Qing.

With another glance, Master Zhu Qing pointed somewhere and said, "The people from the Ghost Suppression Department are here too. You are everywhere."

The ones named were none other than Zhao Tianji and Lin Yi.

Unlike others who did not dare to reply, Zhao Tianji laughed and said: "I have met the Master. We are just here to watch the battle. If necessary, the Master can dispatch us as he pleases."

Master Zhu Qing waved his hand and said, "You talk too much, you little brat from the Ghost Suppression Department."

Finally, when Master Zhuqing was about to retract his gaze and continue talking about other things, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Cui Jun.

To be more precise, he was staring at the machine box behind Cui Jun.

"Hey, the coffin bearers have also arrived. It's strange that the line of coffin bearers has not been cut off yet? Boy, what's your name?"

Master Zhu Qing shouted at Cui Jun.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Cui Jun.

Completely different from others, Master Zhuqing actually showed a strong interest in Cui Jun in his words, as if Cui Jun was the only one in the room worth asking for his name. This made many people both surprised and envious.

Cupping his fists and cupping his hands, Cui Jun frowned and said loudly: "Riyin City, Ghost Master, Cui Jun!"
Chapter completed!