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so bright.

The light was like a thin and sharp knife, picking open his eyelids and stabbing his eyes with slight pain.

Then it penetrated directly into his consciousness, abruptly dispelling the darkness there, forcing him to wake up.

When he just woke up, he was still a little groggy, and he was in a daze. He couldn't figure out what happened, until he heard a low growl in his ear—the low growl of a cat.

Song Guimu opened his eyes with difficulty, turned his head, and looked at the white cat squatting beside him.

Its upper body was drenched by the rain, and its four paws were all dyed earth-colored. A few pieces of black tape were stuck on its body, and with the golden light above its head, the shapes were colorful and artistic.

monk.

Song Guimu really wanted to call it out, but now he could only make a hissing sound.The white cat seemed to understand, and shook its tail at him.

It raised its head and meowed again, and something slowly descended in mid-air. Song Guimu squinted and found that it was a seal.

It was only as big as a finger, and its color was like blood, but it carried a faint imposing manner.

As it gradually fell, Song Guimu, who was in a daze, began to feel pain—a pain all over his body, and he could distinguish different pain patterns when he tasted it carefully. He was hit by a knife, a fire, a needle, and a stone. big party.

This is not the fault of the seal, it just pressed back his loose soul, and naturally, he will also taste the pain he deserves.

When a person is about to die, forcibly immobilizing the soul in the body is not as smooth as the exorcists. If there is no support from the monk's Buddha light, he will probably be crushed in this dilapidated body until the vitality of the physical body is completely cut off...

Song Guimu stared at the seal and bared his teeth viciously.

To hell with your ghost king, that's how you save people?

With such irresponsible aftermath, at best, I owe you half my life...

He hissed in pain, he inevitably ignored the white cat beside him, and Song Guimu didn't realize that something was wrong with the monk until his shoulder was scratched by the cat's paw.

It pressed its front paws on him, tried its best to look past him and looked into the distance, Song Guimu glanced in the direction it was looking from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but thump in his heart.

There is……

He had mixed feelings for a while, pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, before saying in a shy voice: "Yes, I put him..."

The reality that had to be faced was soaked up little by little, like extremely cold water, making even his fingertips feel chilly.

His consciousness seemed to be completely empty, and his mind was pale. He was at a loss for a long time, and then he picked himself up amidst the low cat meowing in his ears.

He is still alive.

He should have died... died under that cursed knife, and died together with the people he had single-mindedly wanted to save.

That knife is also an evil thing in the secret art of exorcising ghosts. It hurts others and hurts itself. If you want to stab someone to death, you have to kill yourself too.Song Guimu cherished his life very much, never thought that one day, he would really use that knife.

Or kill "him".

The meowing became more and more urgent, Song Guimu closed his eyes, and tried his best to squeeze those confused thoughts into the corner of his consciousness.

It's not that he forgot—he knew he couldn't forget, and in his entire life from now on, he wouldn't forget what he did today.

But he was still alive after all.

Since he was still alive... he had to do what a living person should do.

"Okay, monk, don't bark anymore..." Song Guimu tried his best to raise his hand, stroked the white cat's fur, and tried to pull off the mess that was stuck to its body, "Since I'm still alive, I won't go Suicide, work harder, get me up quickly, I'll go to another place to see."

He is not physically strong now, and he is out of breath with just such a sentence.Song Guimu gasped for a while, only to realize that the monk was still looking in the direction it had been staring at.

What the hell is it looking at?

Song Guimu finally realized that something was wrong, and he didn't care how much pain he was having all over his body, so he tried his best to prop up his upper body and looked over there.

Buddha's light lingered on his side, but there was darkness in the distance. He looked at it for a long time before he realized what the monk wanted him to see.

how is this possible?

There is nothing in the darkness.

Where it should have been, the man's body... disappeared.

The sound of wind and rain mixed into a noisy movement, and the sound of his footsteps mixed in it seemed to be an embellishment.

Zhong Cuo raised his head, his eyes swept around, and his brows could not help but frown.

He is still in "ghost land".

Although it was a rudimentary trick, but the caster was Wang Wuxiang, and with the blessing of the fruit of evil emotions, even he was trapped in it.

After dealing with Mo Ying, he wanted to go to Zhang Fei's place immediately, but he stepped into the ghost domain within a few steps.

The direction and distance in the ghost domain are chaotic. The ghost domain set up by Wang Wuxiang is even better, even time and space can be blurred. He wandered around for a long time, but he couldn't find Zhang Fei. Song Guimu gave him a hand.

There was a little light in the distance, and Zhong Cuo accelerated his pace, but when the bright spot completely fell into his eyes, he couldn't help being a little disappointed.

What he saw was not Zhang Fei, but Zhang Yanmiao.

Compared with the dying exorcist, Zhang Tianshi undoubtedly looked much better. Even if he was surrounded by ghosts, his aura of the old man was not damaged in the slightest.

"Are you here?" Seeing Zhong Cuo appearing, he waved his hand to him, "Since you're here, please help."

He held a ball of golden light in his right hand, and when he looked closely, he could see runes hanging on it, appearing and disappearing from time to time.His left hand was erected in a gesture of receiving and leading, and from time to time translucent souls would be drawn out by him from the shadows around him, throwing golden light into them and disappearing.

"Afraid of ghosts?"

Zhong Cuo quickly recognized the ghosts around Zhang Yanmiao. Fear of ghosts is nothing, but this amount...

"The tricks played by that old ghost, if you don't cross them, you won't be able to break through the formation." Zhang Yanmiao said, "If I expected it...now, you have also entered the fear formation."

Zhong Cuo was startled, turned around quickly, and a transparent barrier immediately appeared in front of his eyes. He took a step forward in disbelief, the barrier trembled slightly, and what followed was the mournful howling of ghosts behind him.

"If you don't want these little ghosts to fly away, just return obediently." Zhang Yanmiao said.

Since entering the battle till now, he has transformed these fearful ghosts by more than [-]%.Zhang Tianshi has not been out of the mountain for a long time, and he was ready to fight the four murderers and the chief culprit, but he didn't want to be trapped in a group of fearful ghosts.It is also thanks to him that he has worn away his dryness over the past few decades, so that he can patiently separate the fragile fear ghosts one by one and send them to the place where they should go.

With the help of the ghost king, the speed must be much faster - just as Zhang Yanmiao had this idea, the clock over there had already moved silently.

The ghost king's transmutation method is far less conspicuous than the Daoist method. It is just a heavy shadow that almost blends with the boundless night, but its efficiency is not weak at all.The ghosts who died of fright are extremely fragile, and they are always in panic. It is easy to let their souls fly away, but it is extremely difficult to send them into reincarnation intact.But at Zhongcuo, everything seems to be no problem.

The noisy fear ghosts quieted down as if they had heard an order, and slowly gathered around him, one by one, they sank into the ghost gate.

Sure enough, it was the method of the ghost king.

Zhang Yanmiao gave a secret compliment in his heart, and then glanced at Zhong Cuo.Unlike the methodical one in his hands, the Ghost King's expression was quite dignified, and he raised his head from time to time to look a little farther away.

Are you thinking about... that priest?

Thinking of Zhang Fei, Zhang Yanmiao couldn't help but frown.

If what he expected is correct, most of the priests will face the old ghost who set up the formation.

He knows that Zhang Fei is not just a mortal, but even so, how long can he hold on to Wang Wuxiang?

"Don't..."

Wang Wuxiang stared at his outstretched palm, stunned rarely.

A scar ran across the palm, and a gap was torn out of the muscles.He is a ghost body, only pale muscle texture can be seen at the cross section of the wound, without a trace of blood, but it is precisely because of this that it looks particularly terrifying.

In order to achieve a great event, he and Mo Ying are connected by spells, and if one party has an accident, the other party will also respond... But how is it possible?

Although he was against Zhong Cuo, even if a ghost king in training used that hole card, Mo Ying wouldn't be able to... What's more, there was a war ghost beside him.

A long-lost sense of anxiety rose in his heart, and Wang Wuxiang narrowed his eyes, looking at a man and a beast fighting fiercely not far away.

What he wanted was not to make Taotie kill Zhang Fei, but to lead Zhang Fei to break through the eyes of the greed formation and disperse the power of the fruit of greed, so that he could use the boundless yin power for his own use.As for Zhang Fei's life and death after the formation eyes are broken...it has nothing to do with the overall situation.

Wang Wuxiang did not deny that he had no ill feeling towards Zhang Fei, on the contrary, he had some appreciation. This appreciation would not make him unable to kill Zhang Fei when it was time to kill Zhang Fei, but it would allow him to save him a chance in between.

But now...

The formation of infatuation and anger has been broken, and the formation of fear is difficult to trap Zhang Yanmiao, even if he can mobilize the yin energy to transform the formation to stop them, how long can he hold them back?

Must be quick!

Finally made up his mind, Wang Wuxiang closed his eyes.With his mind scattered, after a few breaths of effort, he has already melted into the four fierce hunting formations he personally set up.

With the evil fruit as the source, an unimaginably huge dark force surges like an undercurrent.Even if Wang Wuxiang is the person who set up the formation, he must be careful, so as not to be involved and end up with a disastrous end.

almost……

Thinking of the ominous premonition that filled his heart before, Wang Wuxiang hesitated for a while, and changed a few key points in the formation, which can be regarded as a reserve for the future.After finishing, he began to mobilize the Yin energy in the formation and inject it into the body of Taotie who was fighting with Zhang Fei.

He did it very carefully, even though Yin energy was poured in, Taotie's strength was still suppressed by him, so as not to let everything get out of control.It wasn't until everything was finished that he pulled his consciousness out and returned to the human world.

"Crack!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, Wang Wuxiang heard a loud noise.Taotie opened his huge mouth to try to make a contribution, but Zhang Fei resisted it forcefully.His pitch-black water pipe was made of unknown material, but it was able to withstand Taotie's bite.The annoyed monster roared repeatedly, but it couldn't do anything to the mortal in front of it.

Mortals...?

"Mr. Zhang."

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go!"

Zhang Fei's energetic voice was especially loud in the silent night, Wang Wuxiang sighed softly, "Farewell."

The yin force injected before spread quickly, Taotie uttered a trombone, and his figure swelled to five times its previous size, and his huge mouth opened, swallowing Zhang Fei in one gulp!

Become!

Suppressing all unnecessary emotions, Wang Wuxiang quickly calculated in his mind the changes that Zhang Fei's death would bring—once he died, Zhong Cuo's experience would naturally stop, and all his strength would return to zero, so the ghost king would not be afraid.Without him, without Song Guimu, and trapping Zhang Yanmiao again, he can buy enough time for a while...

Glancing at the Taotie who was chewing hard, Wang Wuxiang smiled slightly—presumably at this time, the ghost soldiers and ghost generals of the underworld have already completed their formation, and they can't wait to kill the ghost king when the experience of the ghost king is over or suspended, so as to avoid future troubles, right?

he finally...

"Roar!!!"

The gluttonous roar finally drew Wang Wuxiang's attention back. The giant beast raised its head and slammed its feet on the ground. Even Wang Wuxiang had to retreat and dodge, so as not to suffer disaster.

This...could it be...

Taotie's roar became more and more horrific, if Wang Wuxiang hadn't covered the sound and light in this area with his hands and feet, he might have quarreled half of the people near the mountain.But its movements gradually weakened, and finally after a slumped roar, Taotie knelt down on both knees and fell completely down.

Then, Wang Wuxiang saw a pair of hands.

It stretched out from Taotie's belly, pulled it left and right, and ripped its belly open.The evil beast condensed from the evil emotion fruit also has flesh and blood, and the blood flowed out, dyeing the hands bloody, looking extremely horrifying.

But for some reason, only blood and some scattered fragments flowed out. The internal organs that should have been inside seemed to be...

"...It's really unpalatable."

The hole was pulled wide, and one foot stepped out, and then Zhang Fei walked out with his whole body, and stood in front of Wang Wuxiang again.

Taotie's bite left many marks on his body, his own blood was mixed with Taotie's, his whole body was red, but even so, Zhang Fei was still smiling, looking at Wang Wuxiang with great interest, Seems like an interesting toy.

"You..." Wang Wuxiang paused, "Who are you?"

"Not bad." "Zhang Fei" looked him up and down, "You recognize my speed, which is comparable to that kid."

He grinned, two white tips of teeth were exposed, revealing a little austerity.

"I'm greedy," "Zhang Fei" said, "Second meeting, hello."

He bowed to Wang Wuxiang, his attitude could be called polite and well-behaved.Wang Wuxiang sighed, with some helplessness and relief in his voice: "So that's the case... Now, it's 'return to the original owner'."

Naturally, he could see that it was greed, the foreign body condensed from the fruit of greed, that swallowed the gluttony that was also transformed from the power of the fruit of greed... Considering that half of the fruit of greed came from Zhang Fei's hands. If it was stolen, it would be appropriate for him to return it to the original owner.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to bother so much." Changing his obedient childlike expression before, he rolled his eyes at Wang Wuxiang, "Now I can eat, I have to go back to digest food, and beat you to death The matter, leave it to the Lord.”

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The blood on his body and the wounds all over his body seemed to be wiped clean by an invisible hand, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Okay," he said to himself, "I've done what I have to do... Now, it's your turn."

"...Yeah," he raised his head, "it's my turn now."

He stared fixedly at Wang Wuxiang, and shook the pitch-black water pipe that was still in his hand: "There are so many grievances and grievances between us... it should be settled."

The white jade-like long sword reappeared in his hand, Wang Wuxiang raised his hand to hold a sword flower, raised the tip of the sword, and pointed it at Zhang Fei.

"Please, Mr. Zhang."