The ghost carrying the coffin of a dragon giving birth to a son

"If that's the case, then go die!"

The white-haired old man roared angrily, with murderous intent blazing in his eyes. He waved his hand violently, intending to launch a final killing blow to us.

My body was slightly arched, my eyes were narrowed, I held the Dragon Snake Pen tightly, and was ready for the last fight.

Monkey and Bai Lin were not afraid at all, and they were ready for the final fight.

Just when we were about to start the final fight, a cold voice sounded from the darkness: "You think I don't exist, right?"

The voice that suddenly came to mind was extremely cold, without any emotion, and was ten times colder than the cold wind in winter.

This sudden sound shocked the seven people who were about to take action. The seven people stopped one after another and turned their heads to look into the darkness.

Hearing that voice, I frowned slightly, stopped, and looked into the darkness.

"Who are you, get out of here!" A white-haired old man shouted angrily into the darkness, his tone was very unkind.

A young man walked out of the darkness. The young man looked very beautiful, like a woman. At this time, his face was filled with a cold light.

This young man is none other than Minglou, the owner of the haunted house.

Minglou's face was full of coldness and murderous intent. He walked over step by step and finally stopped in front of us.

Minglou turned around and looked at the seven people, the chill on his face instantly increased several times.

"Who are you?" the white-haired old man asked, looking at the Hades Tower, his face full of evil.

Before Minglou could speak, the white-haired old man continued to scold: "It has nothing to do with you here. I advise you not to wade into this muddy water, otherwise there will be no good end for you."

"Really?" Minglou said coldly. After his words fell, his figure disappeared from the place. When he took action, he arrived in front of the white-haired old man at a terrifying speed.

This situation caused the white-haired old man's pupils to shrink. He reacted quickly and slashed towards the Underworld Tower with the long knife in his hand.

boom!

Minglou raised his hand and slapped the long knife. There was an explosion in an instant, like thunder, and powerful power exploded.

The white-haired old man snorted, with a look of pain on his face, and staggered backwards. He took five steps back before stopping, and almost fell to the ground.

The expression of the white-haired old man changed drastically, and he looked at the Underworld Tower in horror, with disbelief on his face.

The expressions of the other six people also changed drastically. They were very surprised. They quickly stood together and were on guard against the Hades Tower.

Ming Lou stood with his hands behind his back, staring at these people coldly, and said solemnly:

"This is my territory. If you come here to run wild on my territory, you are tired of living!"

"You still dare to fight with me. If I don't show you some color today, you really think you can do whatever you want on my territory."

After the words fell, Ming Lou let out a long roar, a powerful aura rushed from him, and a sickle appeared in his hand.

"Kill!" Minglou roared, and rushed towards the seven people with a sickle in hand. His momentum was like a rainbow, and he was not afraid of fighting seven with one person. His momentum even crushed the seven people.

Seeing Ming Lou coming to kill them, the expressions of the seven people changed, and the white-haired old man yelled:

"Join forces quickly!"

Boom!

Ming Lou fought with the seven people. The battle was very fierce. Ming Lou alone caught the seven people's attacks and beat them back.

We are watching from the sidelines. Judging from the current situation, there is no need for us to join the battle circle.

Seeing the invincible appearance of Minglou, we cheered and cheered loudly.

Minglou's attack was very ferocious, and he was completely in control of the overall situation, beating the seven people to the point where they were running away with their heads in their hands.

Not long after the fight, the seven people were injured and their clothes were stained with blood.

"Old Lou, cowhide!" I laughed loudly and cheered for Ming Lou.

There is no suspense in this game. Minglou has already won, and the seven people working together are no match for Minglou.

In just half a stick of incense time, the battle was over, and the seven people fell to the ground injured, losing their fighting ability.

Minglou was not injured at all, his eyes were extremely cold.

"Kill them!" the monkey roared, his eyes blazing fiercely, and he rushed over with the magic pestle in hand.

Bai Lin and I were not slow either, and we rushed over quickly.

There is no need to talk about hypocritical morals in this matter, and there is no need to take advantage of others' danger and sneak attacks. Now that there is such an opportunity, they must be killed.

The seven people pounced on us like wolves, their faces changed with fright, and they screamed in terror.

They have been injured by Hades Tower and have no fighting power. Now they have become lambs to be slaughtered, with only one way to die.

When we were about to kill, Minglou's deep voice sounded: "Ding Lin, stop!"

I was slightly stunned, and the dragon snake pen stabbing downwards stopped.

The monkey's holding high demon pestle also stopped and turned to look at me.

I frowned, wondering what Minglou meant when he told me to stop?

Now is the time to kill these things. They should be completely exterminated. Why stop?

After hesitating for two seconds, I shook my head at the monkey and put the Dragon Snake Pen away. The monkey and Bai Lin also stopped.

I looked towards the Hades Tower and asked in a deep voice:

"Old Lou, what do you mean by this? Shouldn't we take the opportunity to kill them?"

"These people came to kill me first, and they deserve to die."

Minglou said without too much explanation: "If you believe me, then listen to me and stop."

I looked at Hades Tower, and our eyes met.

After a few seconds, I looked away and nodded:

"Of course I believe you. I don't have to kill them, but I can avoid the death penalty, but I can't escape the living penalty!"

Ming Lou didn't say anything, obviously acquiescing.

I waved my hand to the monkey, who suddenly laughed ferociously, swung the magic pestle violently, and hit the group of people hard.

Click!

As the demon-conquering pestle came down, there was the sound of broken bones and shrill screams.

The monkey was not polite and acted decisively. In addition to saving these things' lives, the other methods were as cruel as possible.

After more than ten minutes, the monkey stopped, and the pestle was stained with blood. The seven people became bloody men and fell to the ground and fainted.

At this time, these seven people were in a miserable condition. Their hands and feet had been cut off. Although they had one life left, they were disabled and could only spend their whole lives in bed.

I sneered, waved the Dragon Snake Pen, wrote down the characters one after another and penetrated them into their bodies, destroying all their magic power.

When I stopped, all seven of them became useless people without magic power.

Seeing the miserable state of those seven guys, I laughed unkindly. This was indeed more satisfying than killing them. They would spend the rest of their lives in pain.

The underworld waved, and a group of ghosts rushed out, carrying the seven people and throwing them out of the haunted house.

Back in the room, I asked:

"Minglou, why don't you let me kill them?"