After saying that, he stopped listening to the answer. His body was like fallen leaves, floating gently, stepped out of the air for dozens of meters, and had already stood at the center of the national highway. In front of him, the leaves were dancing wildly, but they did not dissipate, as if they were wrapped in an invisible giant beast.

"Why did the donor come?" the old monk asked after proclaiming the Buddha's name, folded his hands together and lowered his eyes.

"Haha..." A sharp laugh sounded in his ears: "Master Chanming of the White Horse Temple, are you still alive... I heard that you were awarded one of the three highest combat forces in the world? You were sent to guard my colleagues? If you are old but not dead, you are a thief. You should die. If you always worry so much, do you think you have a long life?"

"Amitabha..." The old monk kept his eyebrows and eyes fixed: "The evil ghost is in the world, but I dare not die."

He gently twisted the golden Bodhi seed in his hand, and his voice became solemn: "So, tonight, I will stop here."

"I can feel... you and the one in the Pearl River... have the same fierce yin energy. You... are not good people."

"Dare you ask for your surname?"

silence.

Only the wind rustled with fallen leaves. After a long time, a voice sounded: "Under the New Underworld, Shura Taoist Lord, Qin Qiyi."

Chan Ming flashed his eyes and stared at the national highway. Three seconds later, he shook his head: "The underworld is a yin dad. The yin dad cannot be seen by mortals, but you can see it."

"You are a ghost, not a fool. Qin Qi... Amitabha... I only regret that my monk's magic power is low."

"Stupid! Circumcision!" Qin Qiyi sneered: "I am anxious to come out and didn't get any certificate. I will ask you, I want to see her, where can I go? I have to go on the national highway? I don't feel that a middle-level mansion is waiting for me here? I insist on coming up? How can I think so?"

"and……"

"Do you feel that I have the smell of blood and food that I have eaten recently?"

Chan Ming was stunned.

There is really nothing?

No, no, I haven't even had blood food for several months?

How is this... possible?

Is it true?

Qin Qiyi, who thought he was very good at judging the superior intentions, smiled and said, "Old monk, please go back to your White Horse Temple to retire. How many more years can you live? Let me tell you, today, I came here under the order of the King of Hell! I will especially convince the one who convinced the Pearl River. The ban on the Pearl River can be resolved. The entire Pearl River Delta will return to the underworld. What a great merit? Do you give it to me?"

Master Chanming did not speak, he looked deeply at the center of the national highway. There, a luxurious carriage parked behind countless fallen leaves, and was pulled by four skeleton horses. It is a typical ancient carriage in China. Four palace lanterns hung at the corners, burning ghost fires. Apart from an ancient corpse that drove the car, there was no follower.

Time seemed to stagnate, and a full minute passed. Master Chanming smiled: "Great merits, donor Qin, please."

The vast army behind him slowly moved away with the continuous commands. A sneer came from the carriage, and the zombie carriageman shook his whip, and the carriage rushed out with a series of cold winds.

In the carriage, Qin Hui gently lowered the curtain. He hung a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and rubbed them gently. The two ghost fires of needle-sized tips in his eyes kept jumping. After a long time, he gently tickled.

He came without an imperial edict, and he was executed first and then reported.

He was very anxious, very anxious.

The order to take Kong Mo's head was not completed by King Yan Qin. The other party was holding several vaginal tools in his hand, all at the level of the Mansion Lord. He didn't want to be too seriously injured. The best way was to contact other Taoist lords, and the two Taoist lords attacked together. Even if Kong Mo had great ability, he could only surrender.

The most important thing is... King Qin Yan seemed to have a bad impression of him. To reverse this impression, the best way is to convince the other two Taoist lords that this achievement of suppressing the Three Feudals is definitely enough to gain the green eyes of King Qin Yan.

However, they have never met.

He had no idea of ​​the habits of the other two Taoist masters. Don’t think that there is no competition between evil ghosts of their level. Don’t forget that the fastest way for evil ghosts to advance is to swallow each other!

"In order to get the green eyes of the King of Hell, I have made a sacrifice this time..." He retreated into his luxurious brocade robe and sighed quietly.

At this moment, a strange sound enveloped the car with the night wind.

Knock, knock... it looks like a wooden fish, but it is not like the rhythmic sound of a wooden fish, but it is connected into a piece and densely packed.

Late at night, walking in an abandoned city, you can hear the continuous sound of wooden fish. There is also the whimpering wind, as if you are approaching another world. Qin Hui picked up the curtain and looked at it, and the red eyes as big as a needle tip suddenly shrank.

They were passing by a main road. The modern city that once soared into the sky now has only a lifeless, dark and high-rise buildings, like silent tombstones in the dark night. The road is filled with dark and gloomy winds visible to the naked eye. When they pass through the buildings, they bring countless chilling ghost crying.

In this country of the dead, the only color is black, mixed with pale and bright red.

The red one is a lamp made of human skulls, hanging under the street lights on both sides of the road. Bright red ghost fires spew out from the hideous black holes of the skeleton.

White is the color of the skeleton. One meter high in the street lamp, there is a skeleton wind chime like an isolation belt. Arm bones, leg bones, sternum... Human bones are hung up by black ropes. When the cold wind blows, it makes a sound like a wooden fish, and you can even see the traces of gnawing on it.

No...that's not a rope, that's...chains woven by blood-stained black hair!

There were even many human heads that had not been eaten clean. The rotten meat blocks were stuck to solidified dark red blood clots, and they looked at this hell with their eyes open.

"It really lacks beauty." Qin Hui shook his head and was about to withdraw his gaze when suddenly a gong sounded, followed by a sharp voice shouting loudly: "I'm going on a trip, I'm going away!"

Qin Hui opened his mouth slightly in shock, and the curtains of the car were all rolled up. The cold wind whistled, and he appeared outside the car instantly.

There was a crossroad ahead of them. I don’t know how long it had been abandoned, but the street lights were filled with crows. With this sound, a one-meter-high paper-cut man suddenly jumped out on the left side of the intersection.

He was wearing red clothes and pale face, and he jumped forward while ringing the gong. Behind him was the second, the third... more than a dozen paper-breaking people kept jumping out!

At twelve o'clock in the desolate city, the paper-striking people walking at night, and the human bones were hanging on both sides. This absurd and terrifying picture spread infinitely. After sixteen paper-striking people, there was a moment of silence. Then... with a thud, a claw that was half a meter-sized one was pressed on the corner wall, and bricks and glass fell like rain.

"Sir, do you want to clean up?" The zombie's voice was as unchanged as an iron plate, and he said hoarsely.

"No need." Qin Hui slowly turned the golden Buddhist beads in his hand and said calmly: "This is 'dinner'. Legend has it that the Lord of Hungry Ghost has an unwritten rule. Whoever wants to interrupt her food will be her mortal enemy... Or, I just happened to see how respectful this generation of demon queen is."

Just as he finished speaking, two figures, four meters tall, suddenly appeared around the corner.

His hands were long enough to the ground, his head was as big as a bucket. He was red all over, wearing completely inconsistent black and white impermanence clothes, and holding a mourning stick. Because his belly was too big, he completely stretched out his abdomen clothes, revealing his bloated belly.

Hungry ghost.

There is only a sense of hunger, and the desire for flesh and blood has become an obsession. As long as there is something alive, there is nothing it doesn't eat. It is said that there is a forbidden technique in the West to create the living dead, which is the inspiration obtained from hungry ghosts... Before Qin Hui could think about it, all the evil ghosts looked over instantly, and then, the ancient well moved away without waves.

Behind them was a team of...a total of hundreds of people!

"A man is traveling?" At this moment, Qin Hui suddenly felt ridiculous.

Only after seeing the real Pengqiu did I realize how bad Dong Shi Xiaopin was.

After seeing the real evil, I realized that the arrogance and murderous aura could not be pretended to be.

He was standing here, but the team seemed to have not seen him, turning across the intersection and moving forward all the way, right ahead, with a bridge.

This was once famous cross-river bridge in Zhuzhou City. It was built in the 1990s, but now this bridge... seems to be something wrong?

It is blood red.

And, gently...squirming little by little?

The Yinling Man Dragon divided Qin Hui and the Bridge into two sides. He remained motionless like a stone sculpture, and only the Buddhist beads in his hand were still alive. The coachman stood quietly behind him. He watched the thousands of Yinlings finally completely walked onto the bridge.

Just now!

The "bridge" suddenly trembled and kept it straight and shrank wildly backwards! Qin Hui's eyes jumped and his eyes followed closely. Seeing the "bridge" retreating back to the other side of the Pearl River, I also saw... On the other side, the cloud that was originally covered with no fingers suddenly dissipated, revealing a ferocious face.

Hulala! All the ghosts, without resistance, were instantly swallowed into the monster's mouth. The bridge... turned out to be the tongue of this monster across the Pearl River!

Even the zombie who had no feelings at all trembled at this moment and couldn't help but tremble.

This scene is so weird, across the river, across the river. In the deepest part of the south of the Yangtze River, black clouds are like weaving and ghosts are like stars. And in the black fog, a giant more than 100 meters tall stood up! With the yin energy in the sky, it stretched its neck like a dog eating the moon.

Her head was extremely large, and it was vaguely seen from her naked figure that she was a woman. Her head was bare, with sparse and white hair on both sides, fluttering wildly. Her blood-red skin seemed to be crawling under her, squirming and squirming. Like Qin Qiyi, her eyes were also inlaid with two small blood-red dots in her concave eye sockets.

It is a symbol of the soul being burned by the fire of the six realms.

The extremely evil existence in the world.
Chapter completed!