Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Immortal Li just discovered that there is such an operation.

He could hear the giant hand owner's voice communication through Liu Rumeng, so he tried indirect communication.

At this time, Liu Rumeng, who had freed his mind, became a bridge of communication.

After a "very polite" greeting, he felt that his heart was much brighter, and he couldn't help but burst out, "It's so cool!"

Wenren Qianyue is not a hypocritical person, nor can she accept the foul language of Young Master Changsheng.

But this girl is holding your arms around your waist, and you say it feels good. May I ask where the feeling comes from?

Also, what does cool mean?

Is that what this girl means?

Wenren Qianyue, who has always been a serious person, is not very happy.

The Dark God was even more unhappy. He had never heard such vulgar language since he was born.

He's just bad, but that doesn't mean he's good at swearing.

"Immortality...?"

"Grow your old wood!"

"Say it well..."

"Speaking of you, Lao Mu!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck you, old wood!"

"..."

"You old wood!!"

Using Liu Rumeng's spiritual consciousness as a medium, two men who wanted to be the masters of female ghosts experienced a very effective communication.

In terms of arrogance, the dignified Dark God was completely defeated.

He only had one thought at the moment, which was to challenge this Immortal Clan to a duel! !

It's a pity that his true body cannot come to this world.

Just the projection of an illusory hand has almost shattered the world.

If the real body comes, I'm afraid there will be no return.

"Hmph, I'm not panicking!"

The Dark God comforted himself in this way. As long as the two guys in the underworld feel the ghost king's breath, they will be able to wake up. At that time, their soul seduction methods will naturally force the female ghost out of the ancient vicious sword.

All he has to do now is wait for a stick of incense.

So He held the knife and waited.

A stick of incense!

Two sticks of incense! !

Ten sticks of incense...

The Dark God is a bit incompetent...

There's no reason those two in Hades couldn't sense the ghost king's aura!

Is this reasonable?

This is unreasonable!

But it really happened.

In his mind, the insults and provocations from the Immortal Clan were still coming.

The Dark God only felt a little tight in his chest.

Far away, in a dark palace, He opened the window, and a putrid and unpleasant smell drifted in.

He took a deep breath and felt much more relaxed.

His life span is very long, so long that even immortals are afraid of it, but He is not satisfied.

Eternal life is what an outsider god should pursue!

On the other side, Wenren Qianyue hugged Young Master Changsheng's waist and slowly fell from the sky.

Because just a moment ago, Young Master Changsheng said that he should concentrate his mind.

Ask her to help find a secluded place.

Under a green thousand-year-old pine, Young Master Changsheng sat upright with his heart in the sky.

The narrow eyes were slightly closed, and the wind seemed to be fawning over the passing immortal, gently tossing his long, ink-dyed hair.

An immortal aura emerges leisurely, allowing people to observe it from a distance but not to play with it.

They say you can see from a distance, but Wenren Qianyue didn't stay far away.

She kept a distance of three meters from Young Master Changsheng, and was vigilant in sensing everything around her, in order to help him protect the law.

After all, Young Master Changsheng, who had never been serious, looked extremely serious just now.

"Oh!"

The explosion came unexpectedly. Miss Wenren only looked at the movements around her, but she never expected that the danger would come from behind.

The back of my head was wet, as if it was stained with something sticky.

Turning around suddenly, she knew what it was!

The Immortal Young Master, who was relegated to immortality a moment ago, has now turned into a headless male corpse.

The wound on his neck was open, which showed how brutal the explosion was.

No need to think about it, I already know what the red and white thing on the back of my head is.

As expected of a disciple of the Holy Land who had successfully established the Dao, Wenren Qianyue was just stunned for a moment, and then waved her hand.

The faint moonlight lingers around the body, completely washing away the dirt around the body.

It's not right to say it's filthy. Young Master Changsheng's brain flower doesn't have a fishy smell, but exudes a light fragrance.

"Sorry, I pushed a little too hard."

The next moment, a new head grew out. Li Wudao opened his eyes slightly and apologized to Wenren Qianyue.

It was a bit embarrassing. Just now Xiaoxiao tried to use his mind to control Xuetu to escape from the "devil's claws".

As a result, he still underestimated the strength of the owner of the giant hand.

In the moment of stalemate, his head exploded.

Thoughts can indeed be infinite, but the physical body is too small.

"Young Master is fine."

Wenren Qianyue was very arrogant and in turn cared about Li Daxian. However, the safe distance she deliberately maintained showed that she still could not accept this method of washing her hair.

"It's okay, I'm used to it..."

Li Wudao smiled, and then greeted the Dark God through Liu Rumeng.

The Dark God was really angry this time. Seeing that the face of the bull-headed horse never appeared, he was agitated, and dark aura floated towards Zhao Gao, who had been eating melon.

The next moment, Zhao Gao, who had been eating melon in the distance, shuddered.

As the dark aura entered his body, Zhao Gao's shadowy body became more solid, like a ball of black ink, and his cultivation level was also rising steadily.

I had some scruples before, but I just raised Zhao Gao to the critical point close to the ghost king's cultivation level.

Now the Dark God no longer considers the existence of the bull-headed horse-face and forcefully promoted Zhao Gao to the late stage of Ghost King.

This is also the limit that Zhao Gao's ghost body can currently endure.

"Shadow Forty-Seven, use the power given to you by this god to force that female ghost out of the ancient vicious sword!"

Shadow 47 is Zhao Gao's real name. To be precise, he does not belong to this world, but is the messenger number 47 of the Dark God.

"Thank you God!!!"

Zhao Gao gave me this absolute opportunity. The black shadow flashed and fell directly into the bloody massacre.

Within the Blood Massacre space, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

The black outline makes it difficult to see the facial features, more like a thick shadow under the scorching sun.

Opposing him were Liu Rumeng in black and white, and a thirty-centimeter-tall stick figure.

"Aunt Xiaomeng, take a rest first and watch me kill him!"

The stick figure jumped up and down, making a pose as if Bruce Lee was about to fight, "Ada!!!"

It’s not about size, it’s about skill.

In this space of weapon spirits, Li Xiaodao is the real king.

"I do underestimate this kid."

Liu Rumeng also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Xiaodao jumping horizontally repeatedly and fighting well with Zhao Gao.

Just now, the soul body was seriously injured under the attack of the giant hand.

There is only one way to recover, and that is to devour the soul.

By chance, there was one delivered to my door...

So she fixed her gaze on the shadow, slowly turning the Tai Chi diagram on the ghost body, waiting for the best time to take action!