I traveled through time and space and became a demon. I want to be a demon god.

The fight broke out between Lang Wumiao and Xu Zhenfeng, who had to face the other ghost alone. Fortunately, the ghost who claimed to be King Yama saw that the two monsters were not enemies, so he stopped trying to be sneaky.

Just as Xu Zhenfeng flashed out, Yan Jun also rushed back and collided head-on with the ghost.

It was really a collision. I don’t know how these two ghosts practiced, but when they suddenly collided, there was a loud bang of steel colliding.

While the ghost and King Yama were suddenly and rapidly retreating after the full-force collision, Xu Zhenfeng appeared behind the ghost again and stabbed the ghost's head with the vajra in his hand.

At the same time, the big ghost floated, and the ghost body that was as heavy as a mountain just now floated to one side like a wisp of green smoke.

Xu Zhenfeng's attack missed and his figure disappeared immediately, but this time the big ghost's body that looked like green smoke also disappeared along with him.

Upon seeing this, King Yan on the other side also roared and disappeared on the spot.

For a moment, under the city wall, there was only the old monk Wukong who was hugging the little Huangjing baby tightly, staring blankly at the huge gray ball fighting between Lang Wumiao and another big ghost.

At this moment, the Huangjing baby in the old monk's arms also woke up with a hum.

The little guy opened his eyes, looked around, then suddenly opened his mouth and started crying.

"Where's our Huang Jing's father? Where did he go? Was he eaten by that damned ghost? Oh my God, this is terrible, our Huang Jing's father... Uh... Uh... Uh... You old immortal, why are you covering our Huang Jing's mouth? Our Huang Jing's father is gone. You old immortal, and you still don't allow us to cry? Come and take a look, this is unfair..."

The Huangjing baby was still making a fuss. The old monk helplessly hugged the Huangjing baby and said, "Little ancestor, your father is not dead. He just flashed away and was chased by that big ghost with ghost magic. Now we don't know where your father has flashed to."

After hearing what the old monk said, Huang Jingwa stopped talking nonsense. He glanced around with his big eyes and saw a huge gray battle group still roaring.

"That's your grandmother and another big ghost. Now it's time to decide life and death. Little ancestor, you must stop making noises. Otherwise, your grandmother will really think that something bad happened to your father. She will be distracted for a while and will be defeated and killed."

"You old immortal are the one who was defeated and died. You watched my grandma fighting that ghost and didn't help. You are such a piece of shit. Now spit out all the wine you drank from our Huang Jing family. It's a waste to raise a useless old immortal like you."

Huangjing Baby opened his mouth and started cursing the old monk again.

The old monk was so scolded that he couldn't even open his eyes for a moment. He quickly interrupted the Huangjing baby's wailing and said, "Alright, alright, my little ancestor, this is the underworld, the realm of the netherworld, which is most susceptible to herbal escape techniques like yours. If I go to help your grandmother, and another ghost comes, you little thing won't be able to escape. If you get caught again, your father will come back and ask me for his son. What should I do?"

Huang Jing Baby blinked his big eyes and suddenly started to curse: "You old fool, I told you you're stupid, but you still don't admit it. If you carry Huang Jing on your back, can't you go help Huang Jing's grandmother?"

The old monk immediately frowned upon hearing this. "But I don't have any useful magical weapons at hand. My dear little ancestor, you're asking me to fight for your grandmother with my bare hands. Aren't you afraid that if something happens to me, I'll get into trouble and you'll be killed too?"

"Pah, pah, pah, you old bastard are the ones who fart up in the sky. We Huang Jing want to live forever with daddy..."

Before Huang Jingwa could finish his words, he saw a flash before his eyes and the old monk was already carrying him to the edge of the battle between Lang Wumiao and the ghosts.

The old monk's lips moved a few times, he held the Huangjing doll in one hand and raised the other hand, a golden light shot out from his palm and penetrated into the gray battle group.

Just as the golden light penetrated the battle group, a scream was heard from the battle group.

Huang Jing Baby got anxious when he heard this. His two white and tender hands kept grabbing the old monk's face. "You old fool, you accidentally hurt our Huang Jing's grandmother."