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

Liu Rumeng covered her mouth and chuckled. The master's character is really cute...

However, after turning to King Hu Yan, his eyes instantly turned cold. The invisible hand inserted into King Hu Yan's eyebrows again, forcing King Hu Yan's soul out of his body. Then, under the horrified gaze of King Hu Yan's soul, Liu Rumeng directly inhaled it.

Devouring souls is one of the cultivation methods of ghosts, just like humans taking in the treasures of heaven and earth.

In just an instant, Hu Yanwang's soul melted into soul power and was absorbed by Liu Rumeng's soul body.

Li Wudao and Liu Rumeng had a spiritual connection. He could clearly feel that Liu Rumeng was a little stronger. Li Wudao couldn't help but frown. If the ghost path was so easy to practice, wouldn't he have become the master of the world long ago.

Liu Rumeng seemed to have noticed the master's doubts and explained: "Ghosts that devour living souls will be targeted by the laws of heaven and earth and will be punished by thunder."

"What!" Li Wudao's face changed drastically, and he instinctively protected Liu Rumeng in his arms. Liu Rumeng's expression warmed up. She could not feel the warmth of her master's embrace, but she enjoyed his care and couldn't bear to see her master so anxious. , said mischievously: "But thunder punishment is ineffective against Xiao Meng."

"Huh..." Li Wudao breathed a long sigh of relief, "Why is this?"

"Because the reason why Xiao Meng can achieve the ghost path without dissipating the soul is entirely dependent on a drop of the master's blood essence. The power of thunder and lightning contained in the master's blood essence... How should I put it, it should be the highest level of thunder and lightning. Now ordinary thunder punishment It can’t hurt me at all.”

Is my own blood so awesome? Li Wudao thought about it, and it was right, otherwise he would not be able to restrain these blood soul insects.

"Wait a minute, Master..." Liu Rumeng suddenly exclaimed, "There is a force behind this King of Hell!"

"Huh?" Li Wudao's curiosity was aroused by these words. He communicated with the blood mark on Liu Rumeng's forehead, and a group of memories suddenly came to his mind. It turned out that Liu Rumeng could still read the other party's memory after devouring the living soul.

"Amitabha!" A high-pitched Buddha's name interrupted Li Wudao's thoughts.

At the end of the corridor, an old monk walked slowly, with a little girl beside him.

Li Wudao instantly became angry, "Old Bald Donkey, what are you doing here!"

The person who came was none other than Zen Master Liuyin who kicked him in the brothel. Li Wudao had no good impressions of this old gangster Bald, even if he later begged for his mercy.

Liuli on the side, on the other hand, seemed to have been reborn, and her clear eyes now had a hint of compassion and compassion. She clasped her hands towards Li Wudao as a salute.

"The poor monk came here to ask for alms." Zen Master Liaoyin was not angry, and his face was still kind.

Li Wudao shook his tattered clothes and said, "You are not destined to be here, so you should go to a brothel."

Zen Master Liaoyin smiled compassionately and said, "The donor's words are wrong. What the poor monk wants to transform is the female ghost next to you."

"Whoa!" Li Wudao's pupils shrank to the shape of needlepoints. This old bald thief could actually see Liu Rumeng in a ghost body!

Liu Rumeng's soul body was also shocked, and he instantly entered a state of preparation for war.

"Amitabha, you two don't need to be nervous. The old monk has no ill intentions." Zen Master Liaoyin gently rubbed his rosary beads and said loudly: "It will not be easy for the female donor to become a ghost. She should concentrate on cultivating and accumulate the power of incense. She really shouldn't kill living creatures. Kill your life and create the karma of killing again!"

"Create murder!" Li Wudao laughed angrily at the old monk's words, "This King of Hell has turned this place into a hell on earth and slaughtered thousands of innocent people. You don't care. I and I just killed a butcher with blood on his hands. You But this old bald donkey jumped out, Lao Bangcai, don’t you think you’re ridiculous!”

"Donor Hu deserves it and has received corresponding retribution. If the old monk had not been destined to the female benefactor, he would never have been involved in this cause and effect."

Zen Master Liaoyin still looked compassionate, and there was a sense of helplessness in his words.

"Xiaomeng has no fate with you, and I won't run away with you, an old thief!" Li Wudao stood in front of Liu Rumeng, staring coldly at Zen Master Yin's shiny bald head, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Liu Rumeng is now a powerful ghost general. Even a ninth-grade warrior is definitely no match for him, but the old monk in front of him gives him a very evil feeling.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "In this case, it seems that the time has not come yet. The old monk bids farewell. See you again if we have the chance!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

"My benefactor, in fact, Master..." Liuli hesitated, but finally shook her head and quickly kept up with the old monk.

It wasn't until the two of them were far away that Liu Rumeng released his alert state, "Master, I feel such a strong sense of oppression!"

Li Wudao looked solemnly, "You mean that old bald donkey?"

"No, it's that little girl!" Liu Rumeng looked extremely solemn.

"Liu Li?" Li Wudao was slightly stunned. He could understand that the old monk was weird, but wasn't that little girl "transformed" by the old monk yesterday?

In just one day, how could she frighten the powerful generals?

It was impossible for Liu Rumeng to lie, so there was only one explanation. The problem was with the old monk.

When they returned to the ground, the sky was already turning white. Wenren Zhengyang and others were still waiting on the ground. When they saw Li Wudao flying to the ground, they all stepped forward and saluted, "Thank you, immortal, for saving your life."

Li Wudao nodded slightly. Along the way, the butchers in the slaughterhouse had been dispersed, and various livestock had been brought back and confiscated by the government officials.

As for the people imprisoned in the Blood Prison, they were also brought back by the government to compare them one by one against the population that had disappeared in recent years.

The unique slaughterhouse in Qingtian County has completely become a thing of the past.

"Let's go back to the county office first." Li Wudao glanced at Lin Bao who was tied up with five flowers. This should be the only insider of the tragedy of the Xiaozhu family. He tightened his waist again. There, wrapped in a bloody human head, it was Hu Yan Wang said that he would help Xiaozhu take revenge and he had to bring back some tokens.

Everyone took the initiative to ignore the messy appearance of the immortal's clothes, and their admiration almost overflowed.

When Wenren Zhengyang heard that the immortal was coming to the county government office, a look of joy appeared on his face, which had not shown any reaction.

Immortals are very friendly to the people and walk slowly with these ordinary people. Tieniu and Fan Tong have straight chests. They have been with the immortals and can boast about them for a lifetime.

On the way, Li Wudao intentionally or unintentionally chatted with Zen Master Liao Yin of Prajna Temple. Zhou Zheng told the rumors he knew about the old monk word for word, and other government officials such as Tieniu and Fan Tong supplemented them from time to time.

The immortal's face remained as usual, but his heart became more and more uneasy. Liu Rumeng, who had been following Li Wudao, suddenly flew in front of him, smiled slightly and comforted him: "Master, don't worry, if the old monk really comes at night, Xiao Meng You may not have the strength to fight..."

Li Wudao nodded, and at the same time made up his mind, "Prajna Temple seems to be an ancient temple in the mountains with no one around for hundreds of miles!"