Following behind the Golden Armored Heavenly General were a series of silver Armored Heavenly General.

Compared with the heavenly soldiers, the style of the heavenly general is more serious, and it shows more majestic under the illumination of golden armor.

Two rows of soldiers came out of the side gate and stood outside the hall. There were people appearing at the main gate, but the first one was a short old man.

With an inconsistent blue-green combination, a thick turtle shell behind him, and a cane made of vinewood in his hand, the Turtle Prime Minister is much worse in terms of appearance.

Even so, the ghost king Wu Geng became solemn as soon as possible.

Turtles are originally immortal species. This old guy is so old and has developed a demon body. I don’t know how many years he has lived.

If you live for thousands of years, you will be as stupid as a dog, and you should have some skills now.

But Wu Geng was not panicked. Although he had not practiced for a thousand years, since he dared to call himself the King of Ghosts, even in the extremely rural areas, he naturally relied on some of his reliance on it.

Looking at the old turtle, except for the boots on his feet, there was a strong spiritual energy, the other equipment was not worth mentioning. At most, it was a little stronger than the ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers under his command.

But the shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind the old turtle are different. They are all big and thick. Although they are not as beautiful as the heavenly soldiers and generals, they are even more shocking.

"Are you the god here?" Wu Geng asked in a stern voice.

Prime Minister Turtle shook his head quickly and said with a smile: "How dare I rush to transgress? I am the temple of this temple, Turtle Jiu."

The ghost general hurriedly shouted:

"It's outrageous. My king came here in person. God Luo actually sent a temple blessing. He looked down on my king too much."

Prime Minister Turtle hurriedly said, "Oh, I misunderstood, I misunderstood.

I came out first, to invite King Wu to visit the temple, but I dare not look down on your king.”

Wu Geng was no longer patient and said impatiently:

"Now the agreed time has come, will you still fight the Luo God?

It’s easy not to fight. Let your God Luo come out and compensate me. I, Mr. Wu, cannot forgive him once.

Or do you, old turtle, want to fight for your master?"

Prime Minister Turtle no longer wants to explain, and it is useless to explain. It is not near the sea, and no one has seen what a turtle looks like.

"How can I do this? I can't carry a sword or a gun anymore.

Since King Wu is so anxious, I will invite my God Lord to come out."

After saying that, without waiting for Wu Geng to agree, he turned around and went back.

"you……"

Wu Gengxin was depressed and wanted to stop the old turtle, but the old turtle was fast. He had just said one word, and even the figure could not be seen at this moment.

He rushed up directly, but was afraid of being misunderstood. This time, in order to show his power, he invited all the famous and surnamed nearby to watch the battle.

Even the big willow tree in Gangzi Village, a guy who can't move for ten or eight years, has a ray of soul.

In front of so many people, Wu Geng felt that he should pay attention to avoid losing his identity.

On the other side, the Butterfly also held the little fox and found the organization. They were all nearby monsters, wild gods, and the like, and they usually knew each other.

Now it is naturally divided into small groups, led by the fox demon Mrs. Bai, which is clearly divided from several other places.

In Mrs. Bai's small circle, Niu Dali was stomping on the cow's hooves impatiently, and said in a hurry:

"Why haven't you come out yet? I'm so anxious."

Mrs. Bai first glared at the little fox and said unhappily:

"Why are you anxious? You didn't see the tactics that Mr. Luo Shen used. This is called attacking the mind. Wu Geng was already anxious.

If you are anxious, you will easily make mistakes. Hey, even if you make a little mistake on the battlefield, it is possible that someone will die."

Suddenly, a group of friends looked up at Mrs. Bai, who was indeed the smartest among them.

Feeling the admiring eyes of the friends, Mrs. Bai was quite proud in her heart, all of whom were brainless.

At this time, there was finally another noise at the door, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to the door.

I finally see what I live, how can I not be excited?

Luo Bin was also excited. He also held back on such an important occasion today.

I didn't rush out in a hurry and put on my airs as the most important person.

He held his head up and asked Prime Minister Gui to put a transparent condom on him without any trace, and Luo Bin walked out carelessly.

Outside the temple, everyone saw a young man with red lips and white teeth, stepping through the high threshold step by step.

He was wearing a blue-purple armor, with dazzling arcs jumping from time to time, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.

However, against the backdrop of this extraordinary armor, Luo Shen became more and more heroic.

Even Mrs. Bai didn't expect that the mysterious and powerful Lord Luo Shen was such a young man.

The ordinary righteous gods are granted after death, even if they become gods and their souls are strengthened to a certain extent, but the precipitation of these years of age is increasingly difficult to endure.

Even if you are young, you can feel the energy brought by that time just by just a look or a tone of voice.

But at just the first glance, Mrs. Bai could tell that this Luo Shen was too young.

There is no way to deceive people with eyes, Luo Shen’s eyes are too pure.

Moreover, Luo Shen’s body is too solid, so solid that it is no different from a living person. Is it really a super big bull with the yin and yang?

Luo Shen is not like Nezha. Nezha is considered a subordinate god of Luo Shen. He does not need the enthronement of God or the court. He only needs to be recognized by Luo Shen and can share incense in Luo Shen Temple.

Of course, there have been one or two living gods in history, but those, even more terrifying than the gods who became the yang god, and Mrs. Bai was even more afraid to think about it for a while.

When Wu Geng saw Luo Bin, he was also confused, especially when Luo Bin was still following a child, which made Wu Geng even more confused.

It was not until Wu Geng saw the ferocious big dog, crawling beside Luo Bin obediently that Wu Geng confirmed that this was the real owner he was looking for.

"You are the Ghost King Wu Geng?" Luo Bin stopped at the entrance of the temple and spoke. He didn't dare to go too far. It was still within the divine realm, and he felt much more at ease inside.

"Bold, the little Mao God dares to call my king's name?"

"You are brave, and you dare to be arrogant in front of your grandfather. Be careful that I can stab you with one shot!"

Dasai glanced at Nezha innocently, and couldn't help but move towards Luo Bin.

The scolded ghost general was so angry that he was scolded that he was a doll who looked only eleven or twelve years old, wearing a bellyband, a golden ring, and carrying an inappropriate short gun.

"Ah, I'll kill you..."

Just when the ghost general was anxious to take action, Wu Geng suddenly shouted:

"Ghost Face, step back!"
Chapter completed!