Dorahu is a great monk at the level of Golden Pill. After leaving the Endless Abyss with a small crack, he had been wandering around the underworld. However, after a certain **** swallowed a ghost soldier of the deceased, he found that he seemed to have opened his mind, and his divine thoughts surged, much stronger than ordinary ghosts.

From then on, he concealed and divided the five ghost soldiers into the incarnation of the five great cities of the Wudian City. These incarnations each divided and looked for people outside the Wudian City. They have succeeded in more than a dozen humanitarian incarnation over the years, and their strength has reached the verge of promotion.

But fewer and fewer people have gone out recently. He hasn't seen anyone come out for several years. There is no way, so he set his eyes on the ghosts on the road to the underworld.

Although these ghosts are weak, they have an inexplicable strong nature as people who die in vain. He feels that they may also help him break the barrier. After being promoted to the Golden Pill, the person who is in charge and who is subordinate to him will be discussed again.

However, reality is not as beautiful as it thought. The more you expect in your heart, the less you will be. The new death is in a turbulent way, and their magic tricks are not so easy to use. The black and white impermanence, who is responsible for the protection of escorts, is also very strict in the care. It has been several months, but it has not been successful.

Cui Jiu was also lucky. He died of a woman. Although he died, his nature remained unchanged. He was right in line with his appetite for cunning magic, but he was hit.

However, if he gets the attack, Cui Jiu is a ghost himself. The little magic power he passed through the air through the sky was only enough to break free from the shackles of the soul-locking chain and did not dare to leave the Huangquan Road. Because the existence of the three major natural disasters was a death as soon as he left, and it was too late to respond to the humanitarian incarnation.

After thinking for a while, Dorohu decided to take a risk on the moat bridge outside the Wudicheng City.

The weak water flows in the moat. Although it is not intentional, the power that evacuates invisibly suppresses the three major natural disasters. Therefore, compared with other places, the power of natural disasters here is much weaker. As long as the response is fast, you are quite sure.

As for the moat god, after so many years, Dorohu has never seen him move. He is probably a corpse-like person. Even if he really intervenes, he is not afraid because he is confident that his strength is stronger than the river god. As long as he is not dragged by him, everything will be fine.

Du Xuan had not seen anyone for many days when he visited the river. He still felt that it was quite strange and did not hurry to leave. He just watched the ghosts climbing to the stone bridge.

The bridge had a guardrail, and he was unconscious to leave. He had his energy tense all the way and relaxed. At this moment, a black light flashed in Cui Jiu's eyes, and with a "bang", it exploded into a ball of black smoke and broke away from the soul-locking chain. Then, he flew out of the barrier of the other shore with lightning speed.

"call--"

The black wind was raging, and it was about to sweep across Cui Jiu's re-condensation. A black cloud about the size of twelve appeared out of thin air and instantly enveloped it.

This pair of Hei and Bai Wuchang had never experienced such a thing at all, and was stunned for a moment. However, he was not stupid and could do anything. His cultivation was not as good as a ghost soldier, and he was not even qualified to leave the Huangquan Road.

This scene was really seen by Du Xuan under the water. Although he didn't know what was going on, there was no doubt that the black group in front of him was the enemy of the underworld.

The general inspected the river and inspected Dahe No. 1, which was exactly what he should be in charge.

Although the black cloud was so powerful that it was far better than him, he was not afraid at all because he was in a complete place - weak water.

He waved the river patrol flag at the first time, his magic power surged like a tide, and he was not hesitant to do so. The waves were like a waterfall rolling back, and the rapids flowed across the sky, instantly swept ten feet into the air, sweeping towards the black clouds.

Where can Dorokhu dare to get involved in the power of weak water?

The two wonderful uses of Wushui are to disrupt the consciousness and decompose all things. Even if the magical weapons and magic weapons fall into it, they will be transformed, not to mention his unformed cloud energy. Fortunately, the cunning demon clan is good at confusing the gods, and the magical arts are also quite powerful. Otherwise, they may be willing to collide with them.

He moved in the air immediately to avoid this weak wave of water, but just now, another big wave came, this time the momentum was stronger and more powerful, and Dorohu could only dodge again.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The weak water waves were like a volcano erupting, emerging one after another, and the coverage was getting bigger and bigger, almost filling the space around it. In response to this, Dorohu could only find the weakness of the weak water waves and rushed over.

"Stop, this is your blessed land, your promotion place!"

The moment he contacted the weak water, Dorohu couldn't help but feel dazed, but he finally recovered and rushed over.

"Shit" -"

Dorohu, who had just rushed out of the weak water ring, collided with ten thin filaments to form a snare.

It's Qiansi Hand!

The snare was very hindering to people with entities, but it was not very useful to cunning demons without entities. Dorohu only felt a little pain and rushed over, which corroded a lot of the thousand-split true energy.

He was about to continue to flee, but suddenly he found that Cui Jiu's ghost, who had tried his best to get, was gone.

It turned out that Cui Jiu's ghost was too weak. When he hit Qiansi's hand, he was almost killed directly. It was Du Xuan who found something wrong and pulled him over after he withdrew his power.

Doro came back to his senses and happened to see Qiansi's hands synthesize into a ball, wrapped around Cui Jiu's ghost, flying like a meteor, falling toward the moat.

After looking at the distance, Dorohu could only give up, but he was unwilling to accept it, but he shouted loudly, "River God, wait, I will come back again, and I will definitely torture you for survival and death!"

"Why should I wait?"

Immediately afterwards, another clear voice recalled, and in response, a black trident broke out of the water, the thickness of the arm was about 100 feet long.

The trident was as fast as lightning and instantly pierced on the black clouds.

"Bang--"

With a loud explosion, the black clouds exploded, strands, like strips and twelves.

The trident moved again, pointing towards the river water, the weak water evaporated, like fog and wind, the void was filled with the sky, and all the black remaining clouds were swept away. At this time, the trident turned around and sank into the water again.

"Du Xuan, bring the demon-stained ghost to my hall!" Immediately afterwards, a majestic voice sounded from the divine seal and reached the heart.

"Abide by the order!"

After Du Xuan replied, he nodded to the black and white impermanence on the bridge, waved the flag and escaped from the water.

"God, give us Cui Jiu's ghost, we still have to work together!" Hei and Bai Wuchang shouted almost at the same time, making the ghosts next to him look at each other, but the river water was as smooth as a mirror, without any ripples.

Hei Bai Wuchang, who was unwilling to give up, waited for a quarter of an hour before he walked towards the Wude City with helplessness with the remaining ghost.

"It's a long and a half-ninety trip, it's a terrible time!"
Chapter completed!