Everyday, the Demon Lord is Escaping His Marriage

Hearing the word "ghost", everyone felt trembling.

Hua Che and Chu Binghuan were still calm and composed.

"Hungry Ghost Festival, the most cloudy day of the year." Hua Che explained, "Whether human or demon, after death, spirits and souls will go to the ghost world. In seven days, you can be reincarnated and enter reincarnation; on the contrary, if you are swallowed by other ghosts, if the group of ghosts want to escape from the ghost world to the world, they can only choose July [-]th. If you don't have a physical body, you will lose your body, otherwise the spirit body will not be able to survive in the world."

Everyone was stunned when they heard it.

Hua Che: "A monk's soul and spiritual consciousness are a great supplement to a ghost cultivator. Zuo Qi is just so unlucky that he just ran into a ghost cultivator who escaped from the ghost world."

"Then what..." Wen Yuan's mouth opened wide, in shock, "Eighth Junior Brother, why do you know so much about ghost cultivators?"

Hua Che was stunned, and then suddenly realized that he had said too much. Facing the "you are very suspicious" eyes from all directions, Hua Che searched his stomach and searched for an excuse, "Well, it's written in the book! "The Secret Record of Demon Dao", You didn’t read it in Master’s library, did you?”

Murong Sa was really fooled: "Look at what that thing is doing? I'm not a demon cultivator."

Hua Che said vaguely: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. It won't hurt to have a look."

"There are indeed records about the two worlds of devils in the book, but how do you know the way to survive in the ghost world?" It was Chu Binghuan who spoke, and his deep eyes looked directly at Hua Che's face. Seeing it, or being there personally, how did you know such details?"

Hua Che panicked when asked, Chu Binghuan was too sensitive and not easy to be fooled.

However, Hua Che never suffers from rambling nonsense: "Is it rare to see more strange? There are many unofficial records. I know far more secrets about devious paths than you know about ice cubes."

Chu Binghuan pursed his thin lips, and the expression in his eyes was very complicated.

Hua Che looked at Lu Yao and the others: "What are you doing in a daze? Do you have the ghost exorcism charm?"

"Oh, yes." The cultivator of Shangqing was covered with treasures, and Lu Yao scattered more than twenty ghost exorcising charms in one breath, and the ghost cultivators with a radius of hundreds of miles had nowhere to hide.

Chasing Yin Qi all the way, he entered a remote town with his front foot, and there was a scream from his back foot.

Wen Yuan and Lu Yao rushed over with their swords in hand, Murong Sa, not to be outdone, also went to join in the fun.

Hua Che and Chu Binghuan stayed where they were. From time to time, there was a loud noise from a distance, and a black shadow burst out from the roof. Wen Yuan followed closely, followed by Lu Yao.

Murong Sa yelled towards Hua Che: "Stop him!"

From a distance, it was a shadow exuding black air, but when it got closer, it turned out to be a white bone.

Chu Binghuan charged forward before Hua Che could move, and when Quan Quan's sword was unsheathed, his air pierced the sky. He thought that he could cut the bones in half with one sword, but unexpectedly, he was blocked by the cloud of black air.

Hua Che shouted: "Don't be careless, Bing Cuang, he's at least a hundred years old!"

The way of heaven is the most lenient to human beings, harsh to demons, and cruelest to ghosts.

Regardless of the depth of cultivation, regardless of the level of the realm, the demon cultivator will experience a catastrophe every 100 years. If he is lucky, he can survive and continue to practice. Otherwise, he will be wiped out.

As for ghost cultivators, they are transformed after the death of monks. They repair their bones and blood for 100 years, and their skin and flesh for 1000 years.

This ghost cultivator has already repaired the skeleton, so it can be seen that the cultivator has been at least a hundred years old.

Chu Binghuan's sword energy swept across, and his bony body was unbelievably light, floating like a feather, walking on the wind, and rushed towards Hua Che head-on.

Its speed was so fast that Chu Binghuan was caught off guard, and with a firm grip with his left hand, a long golden whip rose into the air, and with all its strength, it passed through the black mist, and ruthlessly twisted around the waist of the skeleton frame.

At the same time, Hua Che cast a spirit-locking spell, which happened to hit the skeleton frame.

In order to prevent the spirit-locking curse from being difficult to control the ghost cultivator who has practiced for a hundred years, Chu Binghuan did not let go of his whip.

Besides Tingquan, Chu Binghuan also has a spiritual weapon called Burning Soul.

It is made of dragon beard pierced with keel, and its golden light is flowing, blazing like fire, just the opposite of Tingquan sword, which is extremely clear and cold, with one water and one fire, one ice and one flame.

Although the cultivation level is not as good as the skeleton frame, but with the spiritual weapon in hand, it cannot escape.

The ghost cultivator who was just a skeleton couldn't speak, and could only struggle desperately.

Hua Che asked: "You killed Zuo Qi?"

Ghost repair: "..."

"What's your name, what was your identity before you were alive?"

"..."

Hua Che put his hands on his hips: "Hey, hey, you can write without speaking, can't you move your paws?"

Long Nose followed up and shouted: "What are you talking about with it! I'm going to take it to the Shangqing Immortal Gate and execute it in public!"

Ghost Xiu suddenly struggled violently, his bones pinched against Burning Soul, and tiny cracks appeared.

Hua Che was thoughtful.

After Murong Sa and the others also came back, Hua Che looked at Wen Yuan and Lu Yao and said, "I think this ghost cultivator quite rejects you, so let me have a chat with it alone!"

"Ridiculous!" Long Nose was the first to object, "What are you talking to, and talking to alone? What do you want to do?"

"Shut up." Murong Sa rolled his eyes at him, "It's not like you caught it, we can do whatever we want, hold it back!"

Long Nose: "You!"

Wen Yuan also hesitated: "Eighth Junior Brother, this...isn't it too dangerous?"

"It's tied up, it's not dangerous, no matter what he wants, can't I ask for help?" Hua Che said with a relaxed face, "In order not to wrong others, I have to let him confess his guilt, right?"

"Confession? Why bother!" Long Nose smoked angrily, "Ghost cultivators deserve to die, even if there is no such thing as Zuo Qi, we immortal monks should kill every devil and kill every ghost!"

"Not all demon cultivators are bloodthirsty people who kill innocent people indiscriminately. Some demon cultivators keep to themselves and don't provoke anyone." Chu Binghuan, who was silent, suddenly spoke very seriously, as if he was declaring something.

Regardless of everyone's surprised gazes, he pushed Guixiu into a firewood room, looked at Hua Che, "If there is any abnormality, call me in time."

Chu Binghuan's mind of "the world is for the public" made Hua Che a little overwhelmed, and he was taken aback before following him into the firewood room.

Hua Che didn't ask immediately, but stared at Guixiu with piercing eyes, burning a stick of incense.

Then, Hua Che waved his hand and set up a barrier, which can isolate the sound.

Continue to stare at Ghost Xiu.

Another stick of incense passed by, and seeing Guixiu couldn't bear it any longer, Hua Che suddenly said, "What's your name?"

Ghost Xiu leaned on the pile of firewood and didn't respond.

"My name is Hua Che, and I'm a disciple of Lingxiao Palace. I don't know how long you've been dead. Have you ever heard of this sect?"

There are no eyes, only two black holes, and no emotions can be seen.After an unknown amount of time, Ghost Xiu raised his skeleton hand and wrote stroke by stroke in mid-air: Are you not afraid of me?

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is not afraid of ghost cultivation.

Although demons are vicious, they are at least beautiful on the outside, while ghosts are both bloody and ugly.

It took a hundred years to repair the bones, and another thousand years to repair the flesh. From the position of the heart, the blood and flesh were repaired bit by bit. The appearance was like being eaten by wild beasts. The lack of a piece of meat is both terrifying and disgusting.

"What's scary."

The cold moonlight shines through the window, reflecting in Hua Che's pure eyes, with a cold glow.

"I have also been a ghost cultivator."