The stunning cannon fodder relies on the beauty of the world to kill the crazy Shura field

After Gui Wuya finished speaking, he suddenly realized what he had said!

He was pale and sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

I'm afraid Huai Yan will really act on impulse and go to the overseas Buddhist country to seek revenge on the evil monk Wu Nian.

The cultivation level of the evil monk Wu Nian is unfathomable, which is a taboo in the Buddhist kingdom on the sea.

Legend has it that he once massacred an entire Buddhist temple! His methods were evil and vicious, and he would do anything to achieve his goal.

just in case……

If something happens if the young master goes there.

The King of Ghosts insisted on twisting off the old man's head and drinking the water from it.

When he thought of this, Gui Wuya felt sick.

His voice trembled as he added hurriedly.

"Young Master, the old lady is old and her memory is not very good. Maybe I remembered it wrongly! But it is said that the evil monk is mysterious and erratic.

Even the two emperors of Fengdu and Youdu have not been able to find him over the years.

Young Master, you should...stay in Youdu and wait for the Ghost King to wake up!"

Gui Wuya said this while secretly looking at Huai Yan's expression.

But she was also stunned by his stunningly beautiful appearance, and was stunned on the spot!

The person in front of him was tall and slender, wearing a gorgeous black robe, his long black hair was tied up with a jade crown, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyebrows were like ink paintings.

A pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes are sparkling and bright, making people fall in love with them at first sight.

After a closer look, I discovered that there was a hint of coldness and indifference in those bright starry eyes.

Gui Wuya's sharp and weathered eyes trembled suddenly.

A huge wave rose in my heart.

As expected of someone the Ghost King has cherished for hundreds of years, she is so stunningly and extraordinary.

Gui Wuya had traveled all over the world, but he had never seen such a beauty in the world!

It's like an immortal coming to the world, and people can't take their eyes off it.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Gui Wuya looked at it for a while and felt a chill on his back.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the devilish whispers of his sickly Ghost King.

It seemed to be talking to him.

"Senior Wuya, do you look good? Should I hang you on the city wall so you can see it every day..."

Gui Wuya felt as if all the hairs on his body stood up.

"Senior? Senior???" Huai Yan frowned and moved closer, waving his hand in front of him!

Along with the sweet fragrance that hit the nose, Huai Yan's voice rang out.

The ghost doctor was horrified and shuddered violently. He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

He didn't want to be gouged out of his eyes by the Ghost King and left to dry on the city wall.

I don't want to be twisted on the head.

Be a headless ghost wandering in the ghost den.

"Young Master, I've already given the Ghost King the pill. Please stay here for an hour, and the Ghost King will wake up! I have other patients to see, so I'll be leaving now!"

When he spoke, he lowered his head very low, and did not dare to overstep the boundaries with his gaze.

After saying that, he hurriedly picked up the medicine box and ran away in a panic as if he was being chased by a ghost! !

Huai Yan watched the old man running away in horror, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong with this ghost doctor? Did he get chased by a wolf? He even forgot to remove the needle. He was clearly fine just now..."

.........

Huai Yan withdrew his gaze without thinking too much.

He turned around, and his eyes were caught by the man on the couch.

My cheeks couldn't help but feel hot and gradually turned slightly red.

Although we are all men.

But it’s not a good idea to be so naked and honest…

The man in front of him was tall and slender. Although he looked thin, his abdominal muscles were tight and strong.

His lean and strong waist has perfect lines and is covered with many scars.

It should be left behind when fighting with thousands of ghosts when breaking through the Ghost Gate in Nether Mountain.

Huai Yan's expression was cold.

There was a cold light in his deep eyes.

If a person dies of natural causes, he or she will go to the underworld after death and be reincarnated.

But if one dies prematurely, does not have a good end, or dies an unnatural death, etc...

They will be suppressed in the Netherworld Mountain, a den of ghosts and demons, to prevent these residual souls from harming the human world.

According to legend, hundreds of millions of souls are suppressed in the Nether Mountain.

They may have died an unnatural death, or be unforgivable criminals, or be good people who died early, or not have a good end, or be like people in Biancheng who served the country and the people but ended up miserably and died suddenly... and so on.

Therefore, resentment is rampant in the Nether Mountain day and night, and tens of thousands of evil spirits are roaring and screaming inside.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, you can hear the fighting that goes on all night and the whimpering and wailing of the remaining ghosts.

Huaiyan's throat choked with sobs, and tears gradually blurred his vision.

Perhaps because his original body was cut off by the Wuwang Sword, he had completely forgotten the memory of Biancheng.

He couldn't describe the heart-wrenching pain he felt when he saw the scroll.

It is even more difficult to imagine that he was a pampered and frail intellectual who was unable to even lift a finger.

What kind of horrible experience happened in the Nether Mountain, which is so feared by the world?

Huai Yan imagined the scene.

In the battle among thousands of ghosts, he was surrounded by thousands of evil spirits.

Standing alone in the darkness.

The surroundings were gloomy and cold, without a single light.

Pairs of blood-red eyes stared at the thin boy with ferocious and terrifying eyes, as if they wanted to devour him.

Huai Yan sighed heavily and sat slightly sideways on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the scars all over the man's body from the Netherworld Mountain, tears welled up in her eyes, filled with heartache.

“The ghost body was killed by Yun Ji twice.

He resolutely entered the Nether Mountain twice.

Are you stupid?

Wouldn't it be better for you to just be your Netherworld Ghost King?"

The slightly cool, snow-white fingertips gently stroked and lingered on the man's almost sickly pale cheek.

Huai Yan pursed his lips.

I tried my best to suppress my suppressed emotions and tried not to cry out loud.

But the tears flowed out uncontrollably.

It fell on the pale, cold back of the hand of the man on the couch.

Huai Yan gently wiped away the tears on the back of his hand with trembling hands.

His eyes were filled with sadness and heartache.

It should be the Gui Yin Dan pills and Gui Wuya's ghost needles that worked.

The man's face gradually turned from dark blue to pale.

The blue color of his lips faded, leaving no trace of blood.

The ghost doctor's black long needles covered all the major acupuncture points on the Ghost King's body, sealing his ghost power and preventing it from dissipating.

Huai Yan took the man's pulse and immediately frowned.

Even though it was sealed by the ghost needle, there were countless extremely evil black threads throughout Biancheng's internal organs.

This caused his ghost power to become chaotic and run wild in the meridians in his body.

"So the Ghost Yin Pill is not used to suppress the dissipation of ghost power, but to slow down the growth of the black silk of demonic magic!"

Huai Yan gritted his teeth, his words were icy and filled with murderous intent, emitting a chilling cold light.

"Wu Nian, I will find you no matter where you are!!!"

When Huai Yan said this, his dark eyes were fixed on the void in a certain direction outside the secret room.

His eyes were cold and grim, filled with murderous intent.

The terrifying divine consciousness locked onto every corner of the nine heavens and ten earths.

Searching everywhere for the aura of the evil monk Wu Nian.

...........

And this moment.

Far beyond the nine heavens and ten earths.

Wandering in endless darkness.

A bald monk with an extraordinary temperament and beauty that was difficult to distinguish between male and female felt his scalp tingling and waves of creepy chills and murderous aura running down his back.

His facial features are evil and extremely aggressive, and his appearance is extremely handsome. He is unforgettable and dazzling, making people dare not look directly at his sharp edge.

In a pair of drunken, half-smiling eyes, there was an evil, dark charm and a biting chill.

Two white jade wine jars were casually hung on his slender arms, emitting bursts of wine aroma.

He has no awareness of being a monk at all.

"Haha, you want to kill the monk? Unfortunately, I've committed too many sins and have enemies all over the world. I can't even remember them all!!!!!"

The evil monk Wu Nian was wearing a white robe, and a string of exquisite and round white jade Buddhist beads hung around his slender white neck.

The Buddhist beads around his neck were unlike any ordinary object, emitting a faint luster.

Looking at the hole positions, there are originally 108 beads.

I don’t know why.

But there are two missing.

There are two empty spaces, which makes it look very asymmetrical.

The monk withdrew his evil gaze, staggered, and continued to carry the wine jar and quickly travel through the dark void.

On the wrist.

A string of entwined white jade bodhisattvas swayed in the air with his steps, colliding with the wine bottles, making crisp and pleasant collision sounds from time to time.

"Well, after hiding for a hundred years, it's time to go back and meet those people!"

The breeze gently caressed Monk Wu Nian, and he became a little more awake.

He chuckled softly, and his eyes, half smiling, looked towards the direction of Tiancang Continent.

"I don't know what happened to the little flower demon and the sickly ghost prince I rescued."

"I believe these two must be grateful for my kindness all the time, burning incense and worshipping Buddha at home every day, and worshipping me..."

"Hahaha, I, a monk, do three good deeds a day, which brings me great blessings. Good, good, good..."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped lightly into the void.

Every step seems to be shaky and irrelevant.

But in fact, every move contained extremely terrifying energy and pressure.

Wherever he passed, a string of neatly arranged footprints, arranged in the manner of stars, were set neatly in the endless darkness.

Extending to the end of nothingness...

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