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

Luochuan looked at them in surprise.

"Go ahead, brother. They are just two puppets being manipulated. If they were really capable, they wouldn't be so pretentious..."

"Fairy?"

"ghost?"

The world is different, each takes his own path~

Ask the blind?

How could he become an immortal so easily? He could see it.

Among them, only the Taiyi people can become immortals.

As for the rest, Zhang Daoling may also suffer in the mortal realm and cannot become an immortal. Only extreme talents can achieve immortality.

Not the ultimate!

How to become an immortal?

Luochuan took out two peaches from his wrist and put them in their arms.

Don't hurt others.

Half human, half ghost.

Yin and Yang don’t allow it!

In the underworld, there is no place for them, especially for the dead!

Severing the yin and yang is their only way out.

"If you want to be immortal, why would you hurt others?" Uncle Jiu was confused.

"Are they human? Brother, go back. Prepare some black dog blood, maybe you can save innocent mortals." Luochuan warned.

Liwan!

I bought some black dog blood at the Luochuan market and saved more for a rainy day. The Yin-Yang Master had practiced for a thousand years.

Careless face was dragged from Huang's house to every city by Luochuan. As for Zhao Li, he didn't go to him, so he had to give up.

Night falls.

After making full preparations, he and his uncle accidentally entered a random house.

The old tree withered.

The aging figure somehow became the territory of the Yin Yang King. This place still has too many secrets.

Now is not the time to listen.

Luochuan was surprised to see the voice of the king who was possessed by the French Yin-Yang King.

He sat in a mahogany chair, as if waiting for the two of them to arrive.

Luochuan was confused.

Is this story a little too fast? First, do you doubt that it can be played in a gallery, in a den, or with a gentle wave of the arms?

"The King of Yin and Yang"

"This is the seat. Please don't change or destroy the doll I put in the back mountain." Yin Yang King stared at the three people with a ferocious face, as if he was looking at three dead people.

Luo Chuan sighed.

"Yin Yang King, this is just a dream after all. It's not pitiful at all. The old man is dead, why don't you give up?"

"It's a pity that they conspired against me. Of course, I will restore justice." Yin Yang King asked angrily.

Haha!

"The people are gone, and the Taiyi man may have flown away. As for Zhang Daoling, he has long been one of the Five Patriarchs of Taoism. You Sijie, who was the Painted Skin, has already been reborn for several generations. Who do you want to take revenge?" Luo Chuan completely uncovered his hypocritical veil.

The Yin-Yang Pope may have succeeded when he failed at first, but that is not a good excuse.

"How dare you speak of our king in that way."

The Yin Yang King shouted loudly.

Black smoke billowed, society was confused, and the air was filled with smoke. Luochuan could not see its true shape vaguely, and it completely disappeared in the smoke.

"Brother, be careful. ...

Luo Chuan's ghost eyes opened wide, staring at the ghost king running around in the smoke. As for Wu Xin, he picked up a dagger, cut off his palm, and put it on his eyes.

He stared at the Yin-Yang Pope who had merged into the smoke with a sadistic look on his face.

"That's all he can do. Clean up the two of you. Why did you call me? Some people are big but useless." He said helplessly.

crow.

Silk in my ears.

Luochuan stared at the gate.

Throwing peaches from the wrist.

(Li Nuohao) A puff of red smoke flowed.

The Yin Yang King walked out of the ghost fog ferociously.

Long hair.

Luochuan frowned. Let’s get started. Let’s get started! I stole a broken gun and accidentally stole an umbrella. How should I apologize to the village?

He couldn't be losing face.

Does this ghost king also like Sun Tzu’s Art of War?

Is there a bigger one?

While Luochuan was still in doubt, the thunder of the zither, the sound of the flute and beautiful music came from the ghost fog from time to time.

Xiao Gan can be vaguely seen singing "Farewell My Concubine" on the stage.

Hey.

"why?"

Luo Chuan finally understood why the Yin-Yang Pope was so weak. He used all his magic power to maintain the balance of the Yin-Yang world and possessed all mortals, and he had already used up all his magic power.

“Is it worth it?”.

Chapter 264: Banana Becomes a Spirit

Teacher Xu asked.

The Yin Yang King sneered. "I don't know, your damn sister. It's from this website. Pretty cheeks are lovely. The king wanted to rekindle his old relationship with her, but it was ruined by your disappointed priest."

Haha!

what can I say?

Can I just say that the priest is your star?

"I don't know. In order to maintain this grand opening, why didn't you meet Master Taiyi and Taoist Master Yuqing? Only Zhang Daoling and his fellow apprentices are so weak."

Haha!

The Yin Yang King laughed contemptuously.

“Learn Taoism from them.”

The Yin-Yang King revealed Luo Chuan's heart.

Luo Chuan nodded. Since he could see their figures in the old books, of course he had to see the legendary gods.

Otherwise it won’t go to waste.

"What is God? Although they are just mortals, they are much stronger than ordinary mortals." Yin Yang King was filled with emotion.

Luochuan was silent.

"You lose to them, it's hard for you. What's wrong? What's wrong?

It's like old friends chatting at home.

"Is there anything to be heartbroken about? Isn't it strange to be taken back to the underworld just because you are not as good as others?" Yin Yang King sneered.

"You killed my two kids, and the main storyline is gone. The Taoist Taiyi and Yuqing behind it certainly can't exist."

"hehe."

"I didn't expect you to be so weak. I'm so sorry."

Luo Chuan didn't know why he was so fierce and ended up like this. He could start a new business instead of sighing alone here.

"You still don't understand."

The Yin Yang King instantly turned into black mist and rushed towards Luochuan. The mist blinded Luochuan's eyes and he could not see his surroundings. Luochuan looked around vigilantly, with the black dog's blood in the corner of his mouth, waiting for the best opportunity.

puff!

The black dog blood that Luochuan sprayed casually stained the clothes of the Yin-Yang Pope.

Ah!

The Yin Yang King patted Luo Chuan's chest.

Two ribs were broken instantly.

Luochuan rushed out from the black fog (agbf).

Vomiting blood.

Luochuan looked pale.

effect.

The yellow flute flashing on the cuffs was shrouded in thick fog, and he could not see his true face like Master Taiyi.

Huangfu can cover up the truth, or hide it from him.

The Yin Yang King let out an impotent roar.

"Why do you dare to do this to the king? The king gave the lonely ghosts a place to stay. What's wrong with that?"

Luo Chuan didn't want to know why he was such a Yin-Yang King until his death.

Wu Yan: "Your mistake is that you interfered with the normal operation of the world and the reincarnation of those ghosts. This time, if you meet the two of us, even if we are not here, someone in hell will take you back."

"Why? What do the powerful Hades know? This world is free, and they want to be free, but each of them should be stubborn and be subdued by this king."

A thousand-year dream.

We are all old!

Luo Chuan looked at the Yin-Yang Pope with a healthy and weak voice.

This time, he did not possess the body, but looked at the person with the face of the king's voice. He didn't know where his confidence came from, or if he really wanted to have a romantic relationship.

It’s a pity that the mountains are still there, but the people are not here.

Especially Si Niang, since she was reincarnated, she has been in a sea of ​​people. With the strength of the Yin and Yang Realm, unless the Yin and Yang Realm is expanded to cover the entire world, there is no chance to find You Si Niang in the vast sea of ​​people.

He wanted to cheer himself up and see what the legendary opera singer looked like.

The person on paper is indeed a bit bad.

There is absolutely no such pathetic charm.

“Brother, it’s a pity that this Onmyoji King used all his magic to realize his dream from six hundred years ago…” Luo Chuan looked at Uncle Nine who had a pale face.

He didn't do anything just now. How could there be such a ghost?

"Brother, are you okay?"

Luo Chuan felt his pulse and found it was a little weak, but he was still a long way from death.

"Brother, it's okay, don't be afraid.! Why don't you kill me?

"Are you saying nothing? When I faced him, his strength wasn't as weak as it is today." Uncle Jiu had no choice.

Haha!

"Maybe it's because he saw Shan Shuishui from the past. Everything depends on human effort. In his heart, he has long wanted to return to the dark underworld. Otherwise, we would not be able to deal with him."