I overturned the car after being scumbag

Chapter 93

It was a rare day in the Netherworld where there was a lot of wind and rain.

Above the five-storey building, bead curtains were hung, and the ghosts waited quietly. A burner of incense was lit on both sides of the attic, and there was a choking smell of ashes mixed with sacrifices and sacrifices.

The sky was dark green and the light was very dim.

He Wangxing was sitting behind the bead curtain, with a cup of tea placed beside the strings, assuming an unfathomable posture.While secretly stroking the small mirror in his sleeve with his fingers, he couldn't help but look up—Jiang Yuanhan likes to sit on the roof.

With the murderous blood all over the Demon Lord, no matter how violent the rain is, he dare not touch his clothes.

Just when the ghost cultivators who were sitting behind the screen were discussing a lot, and when they were thinking about each other and flinched in their words, a black mist suddenly filled the edge of the distant field of vision.

It is the symbol of the "ghost king".

The ghost cultivators who were still discussing in secret just now were silent for a while, their eyes involuntarily looking at Mr. He who was calibrating the strings.

The man in feather clothes was in a leisurely posture, and he didn't seem to be worried about it. He just plucked the piano leisurely, making a few fragmented reverberations.He Wangxing calibrated the strings of the piano, then raised his eyes a little, and saw the black mist rolling towards his eyes, and finally stopped at the bottom of the building.

The heavy rain was torrential, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled. Amidst the sudden brightening of a pale line of lightning, a blurry figure in cassock was revealed in the black mist.

At this moment, not only Hewangxing is watching, but even Jiang Yuanhan, who is temporarily invisible above the small building, is also detecting and observing. His eyesight is better. Same cassock and figure.

He frowned, walked around the opponent carefully for a long time, his fingers gradually tightened, even though his patience was much better, he couldn't help feeling angry at this moment.

Shentu Shuo's cool hand pressed his fingers, and the voice in his ear was so low that only he could hear clearly: "Lotus body sculpting."

After this reminder, Jiang Yuanhan pulled out his emotions for a while, and saw that the very similar shape was just a skin - it was shaped by the lotus flower that was lost in Jingcheng, so that it was very similar.

And the inside of the skin is still a collection of resentment with almost no sanity and no aura—it can also be said to be a patchwork of primordial spirits.

"How can this kind of thing achieve the Great Perfection of the Hollow Void Realm, and even reach the height of a half-step golden immortal?" Jiang Yuanhan said, "Anyone who is capable of doing such a thing in this world must have strong capital. Apart from Lin Muzhou, I have no other choice for this kind of thing to happen."

The black-haired demon glanced at him and said, "You care about him?"

"Care?" Jiang Yuan smiled coldly, "Yeah, I really care. If this person doesn't die, I can't even recite the debt of blood in my hands."

The people around him nodded thoughtfully.

When the black mist gradually dissipated, the image of the ghost inside was indeed almost the same as that of Wangsheng Buddha, and even more Buddha-nature than Li Yunsheng himself... That lotus dispelled the evil thoughts and delusion, It can be a treasure of Buddhism.

The appearance of the other party is very Buddhist, the hair is mixed with a touch of gold, and even the eyes are full of the majestic atmosphere of treasures, but after all, they are stitched together by broken souls. This is what Jiang Yuanhan can do in this realm. It's easy to see through.

He pinched his wrist and turned it around unhurriedly, when he heard the sound of He Wangxing trying the piano, it stopped suddenly.

"The ghost king came as promised, which shows that he is a sincere gentleman." He Wangxing's voice sounded, "Since he is a sincere gentleman, then the people behind the ghost king, please show up!"

The last sentence was conveyed by cultivation base, sweeping away in all directions within a radius of a hundred miles, many ghosts were shocked by this, and they fell down and did not dare to go forward. The lingering sound of the word "appearing" echoes in the sky and the earth, almost overlapping with the sound of thunder in the clouds, giving a sense of radiance.

But the "monk" standing downstairs holding an umbrella, did not change his face and smiled.

"I thought I could see a strange person." He Wangxing said helplessly, "It turns out that you have no face to meet, but you are only willing to use these hands to create ghost kings with different shapes, under the guise of others, and without spirits." Things of wisdom stir up the wind and clouds in the dark hell."

The sound of rain swayed far away, hitting the umbrella surface, and there was no one to help.

Just when Strelitzus was about to speak out again, the figure under the city suddenly disappeared, but the dissipated black mist seemed to be everywhere, coming at an unstoppable speed, penetrating into the attic, attracting Pearl The curtain is turbulent.

Many Southwest ghosts behind Stellaris were surprised by the conversation between the two. Not only did they not understand at this moment, they were hit by the thick black mist, and the mist was inhaled into the lungs and hit the ghost. There is a corrosive effect on the level of God.

In an instant, the body of the poor ghost cultivator festered and dissipated like smoke.

The first to bear the brunt of the black mist, Strelitzus raised his sleeves to cover his face, and his whole body was shocked by the ghostly aura, but the mist had just driven away, and he raised his eyes, facing a pair of brown-gold, but nothing Focused eyes.

It was as if his soul had been slammed with a slam, and there was a sharp pain like a heavy hammer. His internal organs were all affected, and he felt nauseous. However, the other party's eyes with ruthless Buddha nature made both of them feel sick. The extremely grand and deafening Buddha's voice asked among people!

He Wangxing sank for a moment, and the moment his soul was about to dissipate, the small mirror in the sleeve suddenly reflected a white light, and all the Buddha's voices echoed back unchanged, and the "ghost king" in front of him was suppressed by the sky. far.

At the moment when the ghost crane was still in shock, a red brilliance slashed down from the mid-air, and the monstrous purple devilish energy was extremely strong, and it came straight from above with a bang, and at the moment before it was too late to blink, the The ghost monk who turned into a disciple of Buddha was thrown down by a shadow

Boom!

Not thunder, but better than thunder.

This figure grabbed the ghost monk's throat, and the red Huaguang dagger pierced into the opponent's chest, and the two of them directly smashed into the ground under the building, blasting a huge crack and pothole, at the bottom of the deep pit At the end, the dust and smoke billowed away.

Jiang Yuanhan stepped on the ghost's waist with one foot, and the scarlet lining of the cloak turned bloody in the heavy rain.He casually played with the other bloody dagger, smiled at the other party, licked his sharp teeth, and even said in a naive tone: "What does your body look like?"

He turned his wrist, held the bloody dagger in front of the opponent's chest, easily cut through the remnant body in the opponent's chest, and continued muttering: "...Let me cut it open and have a look."

This kind of cruel and crazy personality is no wonder that it can scare a three-year-old child into tears. Even Shen Tushuo, who was waiting beside Jiang Yuanhan, stared blankly, secretly thinking: So you have to cut open other people's bodies ?That's not what you said when you met me naked.

Just when the dagger in Jiang Yuanhan's hand was about to strike the opponent's lower abdomen, the ghost that sutured the soul and shaped the body with lotus flowers suddenly shook, as if it had been activated in a more severe state of use, and the ghost aura and Buddha's light were mixed under its feet The undulations were almost scalding.

Jiang Yuanhan only paused for a moment, and the thing under his feet dissipated like a black mist.He raised his eyes, raised his body into the air, and looked down at his surroundings from mid-air, slowly turning the bloody dagger in his hand.

And in the building behind him, the monks who were not affected by the black mist and had some cultivation base recognized Jiang Yuanhan's identity the moment the blood-red dagger and monstrous devilish energy appeared.

"Hanyuan Demon Lord? Why is Jiang Demon Lord here..."

"It doesn't matter why he is here, if he can kill this ghost, even the Bodhisattva of the Western Paradise, I will call him Grandpa Buddha."

"Come on, the ghost king might not kill you. Jiang Mojun is in a state of moodiness, so killing you casually is probably common..."

"You don't understand this, the cold abyss demon lord does not kill the unknown...he...he seems to have broken through..."

"Golden Immortal's coercion...it is indeed half a step of Jinxian's coercion..."

In front of everyone, Mr. He, who seemed to be in a very deep city, has only now slowly regained his senses. He has a magic weapon gifted by the real ghost king in his hand, and in front of him is the young master of the demon clan, a genuine half-step golden fairy For the sake of war, one should be able to sit back and relax, but for some reason, He Wangxing felt more and more uneasy in his heart. He always felt that... the other party's means were more than that.

Just a few breaths later, the black mist that swept across the ground gathered again, revealing the appearance of this ghost monk, but this time, the aura was raised to a higher level, indeed reaching the standard line of a half-step golden immortal.

Jiang Yuanhan didn't know where he was at this level, but it didn't stop him from boiling with fighting spirit. The stronger the opponent was, the hotter his blood would be.His outward aura also increased accordingly, forming a veritable battle of golden immortals.

The two stood up and down, silently confronting each other.

The torrential rain was frenzied, lightning hit the ground, and dust rolled up like smoke.The bead curtain behind him swung chaotically, and the sound of the piano forced out a sharp and delicate lingering sound from the infinite roar of thunder.

Half of the demon's form was revealed. In the seemingly harmless velvet tail, the caudal vertebrae stretched out one by one, making a crackling sound. The poisonous thorns were buried under the fluffy camouflage, and the two forehead The corners are almost transparent in the heavy rain.

"What kind of creature are you?" Jiang Yuanhan laughed softly, "It's really interesting."

Sometimes, arousing a person's interest is not a good thing.

The ghost standing in the black mist can't speak, but the remote control person behind him has long wanted to catch up with Jiang Yuanhan, so a human-like voice finally came from the other party's body: "...Long time no see, Does Lord Jiang miss me?"

Before Jiang Yuanhan could answer, Shen Tushuo, who was fighting for him, was already attracted by these words. There was no emotion on the mask, and it couldn't express the sour taste of a vat of vinegar sprinkled in the wind and rain.

But the little lunatic obviously didn't know what his virtuous wife was thinking, and even answered the words maliciously: "I miss you so much, I want to smash your chessboard every day, and clean out your black heart and black lungs."

But the voice inside the ghost just smiled.

Jiang Yuanhan was not sure whether the other party was controlled by Jin Wenshu, but based on his understanding of the Upper Court of Penglai, he was the only one with this talent, and it could even be said that he was the one in all likelihood, but after all, it hadn't been revealed yet. The opponent's true face.

After this brief dialogue and confrontation, the surrounding thick demonic energy circled around with a strong aggressiveness, and the figure of the cold abyss demon lord standing in the air also disappeared into the magical energy.

The wind is loud.

Even at the height of Strelitzus, it is impossible to see clearly the hide-and-seek situation below.He could only see the red light flickering after the two breaths were entangled together, and the bloody dagger shuttled up and down like a flying bird.

In a fight between two parties at this level, many people actually can't see the way.In the wind and rain, only the black-haired demons who hide silently like the shadows of others can see through the danger.He didn't get wet from the rain, and seemed to be staring at the two clouds of fog, but in fact, he never left Jiang Yuanhan's eyes at all.

The dragon's devilish energy entangled the black mist, both its aura and murderous intent were extremely strong, at this suffocating moment, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out in the darkness.

Even the most cowardly ghost can see clearly.

The figures of the two finally emerged as the wind and rain swept through.

The blood mist sprayed, and the bright red spread.Jiang Yuanhan stood behind the ghost, his palm with sharp nails stretched across the opponent's back, holding the "heart" that shaped the skin but was beating faintly.

His other hand pinched the ghost's shoulder at some point, and the crackling sound resounded from under the palm.He smiled lightly, as if he didn't even think that winning the other party was worth mentioning.

Under the eyes of everyone, Jiang Yuanhan clenched the object in his hand and pulled it out abruptly. The moment the "heart" was separated from the ghost's body, the body of the ghost monk who restrained the unjust soul suddenly collapsed, and the stitched spirit lost its shape. Weaker, but also more stealthy, he escaped into the black mist, completely turning into a "ghost" without form.

And the thing that left the opponent's body was a budding lotus.

Standing in the rain, Jiang Yuanhan ignored the black mist hovering around him, but raised his hand to touch the limp lotus, bringing it back to life.

"How dare you snatch it from me..." Hanyuan Mojun murmured in a low voice, stroking the stem under the lotus with his fingertips, "He is mine."

Those with weak cultivation might not be able to hear these words, but Shentu Shuo and He Wangxing could naturally hear them clearly.Let’s not mention what Shen Tushuo was thinking for the time being, but He Wangxing, who was playing the piano on the top of the building, gave a sudden pause in his hand, thinking—although I have never seen your Taoist companion surnamed Li, but you This disease seems to be more difficult to treat than your Taoist partner.