Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

No, you can spend it lively in the Forbidden City. There are still many Qin talents there, but I don’t know what they are doing inside.

"Friend Xu, look at what I am doing."

Mao was a little surprised and touched his face. This is difficult. What is the shape of Lei Muche's reservoir?

Haha!

"Nothing?"

Luo Chuan didn't dare to look. It seemed that the green-skinned ghost in front of him was also planning to leave, and they didn't dare to let him leave so easily.

What if this little guy returns to Yinshan and makes a comeback? Usually he does nothing, and it is a headache for him to cause trouble to them.

The ghost-faced peach in Luochuan Taohuawu has not yet been reborn.

Chapter 228: Involution is Everywhere

At the same time, the ghost gate was wide open, but there was a ghost road through Yinshan Mountain. If the green ghost was allowed to go back, it would swallow them one by one.

Not to mention any merits.

Karma is a good thing. If you are not careful, ghosts will come to the underworld to ask questions.

Think of his master.

It's a bit of a headache!

no way.

"Then you must be ecstatic, hello, I'm fine. Everyone is fine."

Uncle Jiu and Luo Chuan looked at each other and naturally knew each other's plan. Since they were already here, they decided not to leave.

"Taishang Laojun is very anxious."

Huangfu in the sky, because of the blessing of anger, sunlight and chicken blood, possessed a stronger power than usual. In a blink of an eye, the green-skinned ghost was surrounded by zongzi.

Looks like a mummy.

"Wind, Rain, Lightning"

In an instant, the sky cleared, became dry, and thunder began.

It makes a snapping sound.

Luo Chuan took a step back and smelled the stench of fish. Thick smoke billowed out of the horns of the green-skinned ghost, and there was still a leech stall.

　06 Black corrosive liquid.

Under the lights of the night, there is nothing to hide.

Ah!

Sometimes it's a tenor, sometimes it's an alto.

"not good."

Mao seemed to remember something?

Go back to your room quickly.

Luo Chuan was a little confused. What did this guy find?

Why couldn't he feel anything?

"elder brother?"

"It's okay. You caught those two ghosts. It seems that there is a possibility of getting out of this predicament. Sorry!?

Ah!

Luochuan thought about it for a long time and wondered if it was a ghost bomb.

Don't be a green ghost. Alternatively, you can suppress the ghost in a dark room.

"Is the ghost of the female horse bandit doing anything strange?"

"is it possible?"

The green ghost is a collection of discontent. All kinds of resentment linger in front of him, and there are ghosts swallowed by him through Yinshan. Which one is not an unforgivable person?

Not to mention they gathered at Yinshan Mountain and terrorized the magicians who often passed by.

Over a long period of time, a huge force has been formed.

The boss of the mountain.

That's a green-skinned ghost.

In Luochuan's eyes, Sandy's thin and long hands looked a little dark. However, he used his sticky palms to split the green-skinned ghost's belly, shook it, and grabbed the large yellow characters that had lost their function.

A beautiful figure suddenly came out of the belly.

"I am finally free. Thank you, stinky priest. Otherwise, I might become food for this green ghost."

There seemed to be a lot of irony in the clear laughter.

"Female horse bandits, if they do too many bad things, they will hang themselves or return to the shore," Luochuan warned.

"hehe."

"Go back to the shore, stinky priest, and open your eyes. In this chaotic world, it is difficult for good people to survive. It is a scourge that has lasted for a thousand years. Scourges like me seem to be able to live longer. Why look back? Can the Pure Land of the West leave a place for me?"

The unruly eyes of the horse bandit.

There were faint flashes.

"beat."

Luo Chuan didn't want to talk nonsense with her. Because her heart was very black. Otherwise, she would not be a horse bandit.

Magician is also a popular profession. Making a living in the Forbidden City is a piece of cake.

But why is she like this?

Is this the problem?

If the Luochuan floating in his hand is a crystal, what's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?

"Isn't that possible? She is equivalent to a second rebirth. She is a natural elf with ghosts. Ordinary machines have no effect on her." The uncle said with a frown.

Ordinary multiplier?

That would do something unusual.

Luo Chuan took out a silver gun from his pocket and a small medicine bottle from his pocket. A faint blue light was flashing.

"Lark grass?"

The uncle saw it and felt a little hot.

"Not only that. There's also a drop of rooster's heart blood."

Drifting on the silver spear, without a trace missing, painted with the luster of orchid.

"ghost."

"Okay."

If the necromancer's implements didn't work on her, I didn't know that my walking stick was equivalent to the black and white soul stick of the underworld, so it wouldn't work either.

Jie Jie!

There was a slight tremor, and the female horse bandit panicked and hid in the distance, staring at Luochuan.

"What a shame."

"Generally speaking, it's the third in the world. As you know, we outsiders always encounter all kinds of monsters, so we naturally have to be more prepared. Otherwise, it's easy to get involved in your practices, and at best, lose our lives, or at worst, become your ghost servants."

Luochuan's gun flew past the female horse bandit like a dragon.

She was easily avoided.

"Are you still hiding?"

The most effective way to deal with ghosts is to use the laws of the underworld. Is that your major?

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Luochuan's dragon shook its tail, and the spear gently touched the female bandit's shoulder, igniting a blue flame. Teacher Xu snorted coldly.

Ah!

The female bandit stared at Luochuan with a bit of pain.

In the thick smoke, I saw her gritting her teeth in anger, tearing deeply at the rotten flesh on her shoulder.

"enough."

Luochuan stared at the female horse bandit. No wonder people are bandits. They are not only cruel to others, but also cruel to themselves. The uncle frowned.

"I would have asked you to study martial arts. I don't think it was useful. Do you regret it now?"

"Never had."

Luo Chuan looked at Uncle Nine awkwardly.

This is exposing his shortcomings. Life is rare. He doesn't spend time learning martial arts. Think about this world of cultivating immortals.

To learn ready-made magic, you have to learn martial arts. Not stupid at all. Who wants to? Unfortunately, he is too young. Who knows that this is a world of doomsday law?

Moral collapse.

Ghost immortals are faster than immortals, but there is nothing I can do about it. This is because I am too young and I have to learn the behavior of separation.

It was also a safety measure for him. Otherwise, he really didn't want to learn these low-level magic tricks.

Chapter 229 Fried Duck

There are many precious secrets in the backyard of Maoshan, and there are also immortal treasures. Unfortunately, the requirements for spiritual energy are higher.

There is no other way but to learn some low-level spells.

According to his childhood thoughts, he was definitely a god in the farming school, looking for better caves, various spiritual roots, and air to breathe.

Little by little, he was worn away on the grindstone. One day, he would be able to become an immortal through taking drugs. What a pity!

Sure enough, my knowledge is too shallow, and it's nothing to slowly get to this point. Nai's behavior.

that time,

Everyone has the same virtue as him. They don't learn good merits, they must learn martial arts. Isn't this a slap in the face?

“Brother, since you are dancing so happily, give the ghost girl two hands.”

Luo Chuan threw the spear in his hand to Uncle Jiu.

I walked silently to a corner, took out a few sunflower seeds from my pocket, and watched the show.

"You're... so lazy."

Uncle Jiu took a spear and fought directly with the female horse bandit. Luochuan looked very interesting.

But, how?

The female horse bandit was indeed a ghost. She was less than half a living person, but a body formed by condensed resentment.

Gently, spread out?

Luochuan looks very interesting. Long time no see, uncle. When I was in Maoshan, I was like a monkey, afraid that others would know my true identity.

Every time I practice, I hide in a corner, not wanting others to know my roots.

No way?

It is refined.

Everyone competes with each other and guards against each other. This is the law of Maoshan. The strong are above and the weak are below, which is half regrettable.

Of course, the friendship between brothers is good.

Everyone avoids each other and has different learning methods. After all, there is no perfect method in the world, and each method has its own loopholes.

If they all learn the same thing.

Isn't it carved from the same mold?

Not conducive to cooperation.