"Damn, wipe, slap, my goodness!"

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Peng Zu suddenly widened his eyes, "Damn it... Isn't this his uncle's palace of the King of Hell?"

"uh-huh!"

With a rooster's voice, Peng Zu couldn't help but lock his eyes on the person directly opposite him. The eunuch-like voice was from this species.

So slutty! Just take a casual sweep and Peng Zu's 800-year-old man almost vomited.

"No, this is the Hall of Hell. In this way, the damn thunder and lightning was not because I succeeded in the tribulation, but because I was brought here by the two orcs with the bullhead and horse face?" Suddenly, Peng Zu seemed to realize something and suddenly widened his eyes.

"Fuck your uncle!" Peng Zu immediately understood that he was dead!

Looking at the vulgar young man sitting under the yellow plaque, Peng Zu suppressed the anger in his heart and did not ejaculate. Grass, I waited for three hundred years and you didn’t take me. Now, seeing that I have achieved success in my cultivation, I will hook me away when I am about to succeed in the tribulation. I’m not going to be able to bully me? Peng Zu suddenly became angry.

Peng Zu, everyone knows that he is a rare long-lived person in history. It is said that Peng Zu lived to be eight hundred years old. But no one knows that he is the most afflicting ghost in history.

Looking at the vulgar King of Yama opposite, Peng Zu suddenly remembered eight hundred years ago.

The beginning of his unluckyness was that he met two legendary gods, and they were a game of chess that could play three hundred years. He slapdated, and Peng Zu accidentally watched a game of chess, and three hundred years passed quietly. When he got out of the game, let alone making great achievements and serving his parents, even the dynasty changed two groups.

Things change, and it is better to feel comfortable for pissing in the past three hundred years than he has passed. Three hundred years, he has lived in vain! Three hundred years, before he could hold a girl's hand, he instantly changed from nineteen to ninety. At three hundred years, the golden cudgel on his lower body has long turned into a dry cucumber. Not to mention carrying a gun and getting on the horse, even peeing for a while.

This is definitely premature aging that appears at the age of 300! Mom is forced, but what can I do? I blame the world? At that time, the Heavenly Court seemed to have gone bankrupt, saying that it was not effective every day. Peng Zu was full of ambitions to die and waited for three hundred years in one breath, but he didn't wait until he died in the past three hundred years.

One day, he finally realized that he could not admit defeat, he wanted to fight... So, for the next two hundred years, he would pull his almost dead body every day to search for immortality, pursue immortality, study medicine, poison classics, study medieval martial arts, and barbarian witchcraft.

After two hundred years, he finally came up with a set of skills suitable for him to rejuvenate, restore his youth, and seek immortality. A big thunder exploded, and in a daze, Peng Zu was captured by two orcs, Niutao and Horse-faced, and he was caught in the Hall of Yama by two orcs.

I have provoked whom I have been, and I have finally succeeded in my cultivation. You are listed on the King of Hell Palace! Even if the stock price drops, you can't catch me to make up the numbers! My sister, I plan to revive and marry an eighteen-room concubine!

Staring at the dog in front of him, Peng Zu suddenly became angry.

Now his soul has been initially cultivated, and he can condense into shape and leave his body and travel at night. At this moment, the yin energy in the Hall of Hell is rich, so his breath has become more solid, no worse than the pretentious man on the opposite side.

"Just this vulgar man, or is the King of Yama who is known to be in charge of life and death of a living person and regulates the reincarnation of the ghost?" Peng Zu felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

"Peng Zu, why don't you kneel down quickly? I've been late for more than 700 years and have been reluctant to reincarnate. What should you do?" The King of Hell shook his head, slapped the agglomeration on the table hard, shouted loudly, and his whole face wrinkled as if his uncle had come.

"What's the fault of me?"

Peng Zu's eyes flashed with a fierce anger. He looked at the lofty and vulgar man and felt disgusted. Isn't it just a dog from the Heavenly Court? He was so frightened. He didn't say that his cultivation was not good. He sat on this chair with his connections and didn't know how to restrain himself. Why can't he get along with me? I've been so angry that I've been living for eight hundred years. How dare you mess with me?

The more I thought about it, the more angry Peng Zu became. When he looked at the arrogant look on the other side, he suddenly became angry and his eyes suddenly became cold. He couldn't help but think in his heart why this King of Hell was a fool.

"Since I met those two Alzheimer's guys, I haven't had a good day! I met this stupid guy early this morning, it's so unlucky! Today you want to keep me, want me to reincarnate, and let me talk about it if you have the ability..."

After another thought, he suddenly shouted: "Come on the Book of Life and Death! I'm dead, so I'll just tear down your Hell Palace first. I'll just treat it as trampling on shit today. Just do all the bad things!"

"court death!"

The King of Hell's color suddenly became dark. This was a slap in the face. Even if he couldn't beat it, he had to hold on. When he thought of something, he simply smiled: "Come on, induce me into reincarnation and get a pig's fetus..."

The six paths of reincarnation plates rotated...

"Click--"

A big thunder slid through the sky, instantly making this hot summer night clear.

He woke up in an instant, and more than a dozen people immediately fixed their eyes on the carriage not far away in front of them.

The roof of the carriage had been overturned. Inside the car, a young man was lying on his back, with blood flowing down, dyeing the world red for a moment under the silver lightning. Wherever he saw, the young man penetrated his chest and his vitality had long been cut off and there was no breath.

This young man is thin and looks stunted. How much blood can he have?

"Senior...senior sister, he, he is dead." A girl stared at the tattered car with some trembling fear.

"Hmph! If you die, you will die. Even if the Mo family has truly been cut off, it will be fine if you die, so as not to trouble me. A waste like him is not worthy of being my man Liu Qingyan. At the beginning, it was just a matter of pointing out marriage. I never planned to marry a waste whose meridians are blocked and even a martial artist cannot practice."

The person who spoke was a young girl. Although she had not grown up yet, she could already tell that she was an absolute beauty.

The voice was cold and the eyes were cold. The peerless face couldn't help but feel a sense of being far away. This was the aura of superiority, and this girl couldn't be simple.

"Senior sister, what should I do now? He is dead..." The girl asked before, her face inevitably had a little more compliment. She called her senior sister without any discomfort at the little girl who was a teenager younger than her.

"Just leave him alone. We originally planned to save his life and wanted him to return the marriage letter to me. Now that he is dead, he has finished all the money. He has saved the task of returning to the sect. This waste must be afraid that he will humiliate himself after entering our sect and will be killed first..."

Liu Qingyan's eyes coldly swept across the thin boy's body, without any trace of unbearableness.

"The reason why our sect is still taking care of this waste is actually because his ancestors once had kindness to the sect. Now that he is dead, everything here is over!"

Looking around at the corpses of more than a dozen servants, a hint of undetectable hideousness and pleasure flashed across her face, and she said bluntly.

"When I go back, I report it truthfully, just say that the waste was dead when we came, and all the things on him were searched by Prince An of the Black God Cult."

The girl's voice bit deeply on the four words "Report Truely". As she said, she quickly twisted her wrist and directly played a few beautiful sword flowers. She thrust a few times on the corpse, cutting the outer corpse of the corpse to pieces, leaving her body completely incomplete. Cough, she was dead without a complete corpse, and the corpse was not wrapped in clothes.

"Let's go!"

Withdrawing the sword and not looking back, Liu Qingyan stepped onto the carriage tied to the side and took more than a dozen people away...

However, no one noticed that the moment they left, the corpse who died in the carriage suddenly had its eyelashes shaking!

"Hiss-Peng Zu? Mo Li? Who, where is this? Shouldn't I be dead?"

Mo Li felt cold all over his body, and a scorching pain emanated from his head and chest, hitting his spirit hard. Subconsciously, he felt that he had lost too much blood, and two different sounds gradually calmed down in his head, and different memories merged into one.

"Peng Zu? How could such a strange thing appear in my memory? Eight hundred years of frustration... What is this in the Palace of the King of Hell? Uh—hiss—"

As the pain in his head and body came again, Mo Li officially woke up. At this moment, he realized that he was being pulled by a carriage without a shed, and the horse was walking randomly, and the rain was drizzling.

Is it a disaster that will last?

Mo Li smiled bitterly: "I have lived for the past fourteen years as Peng Zu said. It's better to have a good time to urinate. Fortunately, I have only lived for fourteen years, and there is no eight hundred years, so I still have a chance to resist!"

"I have to find a way to survive. I have to stop the carriage first, otherwise I will be almost bleeding if I keep pounding!"

After awakening, Mo Li calmly rejected his dandy career in the past fourteen years. Peng Zu's consciousness, self-rescue medical instinct and some messy things, as if he had no teacher. He felt that he seemed to be Peng Zu.

But it was strange that he knew very well that he was not. His name was Mo Li. Even though most of the things in his memory belonged to a man named Peng Zu, he knew very well that his own self existed!

"This is also a dream of reincarnation. After dying, I can see Peng Zu's life. The heavens see pitifulness, Mo Li cannot die. This time, I will not want anyone to take my life, even the immortals of the three great gods... Liu Qingyan..." The boy's eyes were full of resentment. The woman's previous swords awakened him and heard their words clearly.

He struggled to sit up with his lips tightly, and Mo Li couldn't help but twitch and fell down again.

"Haha, in addition to running out of the cycle of reincarnation, Peng Zu also broke the cycle of reincarnation. I, Mo Li, are nothing..."

Thinking of Peng Zu, Mo Li suddenly became dizzy again and fell asleep unconsciously!
Chapter completed!