Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

The Ghost King followed closely behind. No matter how calm he was, Xie Jingshu was a little flustered in this intense pursuit. "Ghost King, what a good mood! You are chasing me, a little ghost, on your wedding day. Don't you have anything else to do?"

"I advise you to stop, otherwise you will be dead," Xie Jingshu tried hard to search his memory and find a way to escape, but the Ghost King was following closely.

Xie Jingshu was so angry that he turned around and cursed, "I'm a man, are you sick?"

The Ghost King followed him and climbed walls and roofs. Although Xie Jingshu did not have much magic power, his Qinggong was still there, so climbing high buildings was not a problem.

"If you have eaten too much fish, it would be good to eat bear paws instead. I advise you not to escape, or you will suffer more."

Xie Jingshu shouted, "Shut up!" "That's not up to you," the flaming whip came towards Xie Jingshu. Xie Jingshu dodged the attack, and the ghost king added more flames to it.

He whipped it back again, and the fire became even more intense. All the houses were on fire. Looking around, there was flames everywhere. Xie Jingshu was so hot that he couldn't breathe. The Four Ghost Kings swung their whips down again, and he couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the back.

Xie Jingshu fell from the roof. "I told you not to run away, but you didn't listen."

The Ghost King wanted to hug Xie Jingshu, but how could Xie Jingshu let him do that a second time? He turned over and jumped onto the roof again. "I think you are really sick, Ghost King."

"I think that's enough if there isn't any," the Ghost King was extremely thick-skinned and loved to chatter.

The whip was lashed down again, this time directly tying Xie Jingshu tightly. The flames on the whip made Xie Jingshu so painful that he bit his lips and bled.

The Ghost King walked over and turned his face. His handsome face turned red due to the heat.

"I told you not to run away. Come back with me and get married," Xie Jingshu struggled.

"I am a man. Do you see clearly what I mean by a man?" "Say it again, will you marry me?"

Xie Jingshu said, "I'm afraid the Ghost King is dreaming." The Ghost King touched his face. Although he had only a wisp of soul left, he could vaguely feel the skin that was like mutton-fat jade, delicate and smooth like silk, and he could also feel the slightly cool touch.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Xie Jingshu turned his head away, "If the Ghost King dares to touch me again, I will make you look bad."

"Okay, let me see what you can do to me." The four ghost kings approached his neck, sniffing Xie Jingshu greedily, and one of their hands touched his waist in an indecent manner, just wanting to push him down.

Xie Jingshu felt a chill, which was ten thousand times more disgusting than when Ye Fengci approached him. If he didn't return to his original form, he would definitely be bullied by this evil ghost.

Suddenly, the spiritual light on his hand became stronger, and his body recovered, breaking the bindings. A living person stood in front of him. A strong light suddenly hit the ghost king.

The white hair fluttered in the wind, and the beautiful face under the red dress showed an inviolable beauty. Xie Jingshu stared at him cruelly, as if he wanted to skin the man in front of him on the spot.

The Ghost King was unable to dodge, and his body, which had been practicing for thousands of years, was turned back into a shadow by the black ice. His practice was destroyed in an instant. The Ghost King was shocked and looked at the person standing in front of him.

"A living person?" It was Xie Jingshu who answered him and he attacked fiercely. The clear sound of his flute resounded throughout the ghost world. He wanted to return all the humiliation he had just suffered.

Xie Jingshu did not forget to taunt, "The ghost world is indeed the lowest existence among the six worlds, but with a little effort, the ghost king is no match for it."

The ghost soldiers rushed over, and the Four Ghost Kings said, "Kill the living people!"

Mysterious ice suddenly flew out of Xie Jingshu's sleeves, beating the ghost messenger who came to him to pieces.

"You know the Mysterious Ice Technique. Who are you?"

"The Ghost King doesn't need to know." Xie Jingshu waved his hand and the sky was covered with black ice, which resisted the Ghost King's fire. He took advantage of the Ghost King's distraction and went to the exit.

"Chase him, we can't let him get away, send people to guard the entrance," the Ghost King felt his dignity was destroyed. He was injured by the black ice and it took a long time to recover.

Blood oozed from the place where he was whipped. Xie Jingshu hid in a dark room, where he could not see his hand in front of him. He carefully opened a light barrier and looked at his waist. It hurt a lot when he touched it lightly, but it didn't hurt so much after applying the magic medicine.

"Ghost King, we didn't find it," a ghost messenger was the first to report. They had thought that the person would leave the ghost world directly after leaving, so most of their forces were placed on guarding the barrier, but they found nothing.

The faces of the Four Ghost Kings grew gloomier and gloomier. "If you can't find it, you won't survive." After saying that, he waved his hand, thought for a while, and came up with an idea.

People who can use black ice as weapons are rare in the world. It requires a very cold body, which cannot withstand even a little heat. If heated, the whole body will feel weak.

The Ghost King began to set up a fire array in the ghost world. After the fire array was set up, every inch of his feet was hot. The Ghost King did not care whether there would be accidental injuries.

Xie Jingshu was lying on the table to rest when he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his legs. He pulled his legs up. Who else could set up a fire array here except the evil ghost? Xie Jingshu held his legs with his hands to cool them down.

How could he leave in such a hot weather? Xie Jingshu bandaged his wound and rested on the table for half a day. The wound was not so serious anymore.

When he touched the ground, Xie Jingshu unconsciously quickened his speed, otherwise he would have no chance of getting his legs back. He had long wanted to take revenge on this evil ghost. After hiding here and there for a while, Xie Jingshu finally came to the entrance to the ghost world. As expected, it was heavily guarded, as Xie Jingshu had expected.

He transformed into a dragon almost as small as a finger and swam around, trying to find an opportunity. However, the fire on the ground burned even more fiercely, and Xie Jingshu could hardly swim anymore. Finally, he waited for someone to go out, mixed in with the ghost messenger's body, and got out of the barrier.

"It's so hot, so hot," Xie Jingshu exhaled, feeling as if he was being burned. He lifted up his sleeves and saw that every inch of his arm was red and blood was about to flow out.

The clear sound was blown, and the fairy sound was faint, heading towards the ghost world barrier. It was more difficult to be sealed at this moment than in the demon world. Xie Jingshu's body had been in contact with the fire array for too long, and blood began to seep out of his body, merging with the red robe. There was no ice pool nearby, so Xie Jingshu quickly rushed to the Tianshan Xuanbing Pool, as only the ten thousand year old Xuanbing could relieve his pain.

But after a while, Xie Jingshu fell into the black ice pool. The air in the black ice pool was beneficial to Xie Jingshu. Soaking in the black ice pool,

His skin that was burned by the Ghost King's fire was also healing slowly. He leaned against the shore and took a long breath. A demon spirit would be nourished by two wisps of demon energy. Now that the two wisps of demon energy were purified, even if the demon spirit existed in the world, it would not have a chance to grow.

Before Xie Jingshu's wounds were half healed, he left the Xuanbing Pond like a flash.

"Purple Origin Grass," If he stayed any longer, it might be destroyed. Not many things in the world could withstand the aura of the mysterious ice. The Purple Origin Grass was born against the will of heaven, so it was the same. Xie Jingshu sat on the stone, holding the Purple Origin Grass in his hand and looking at it. How should he give the thing to Ye Fengci to make it reasonable...