magic barrier

Breaking the forbidden spell is actually not difficult. These days it is not as hard to break it by force as it used to be. Now it needs brains, and how to opportunistically is also very important.

This is what Meng Feibai is best at, because he is lazy, never does things that are not beneficial, and minimizes troubles when it is beneficial, and never does things that are thankless.

This is the most basic principle of being a demon.

Meng Feibai contacted Yidao, and when Shura Yidao heard that he could return to the underworld to help Meng Po overcome the catastrophe, he was so excited that he wanted to wipe his neck on the spot.

But he calmed down for the time being, now that Granny Meng is in trouble, it is the time when he is needed, and he must not act recklessly because of being too excited for a while.

If he dies and becomes a soul, then the power of Shura Dao can only be exerted in a small part in the underworld, and the broken place full of Yin Qi is not his home field.

Even if Granny Meng bothered him again, she would wait until he was safe...

In extraordinary times, only extraordinary measures can be used.

Yidao returned to Shura Road as quickly as he could steal the bell, and then quickly returned to the human world. Because he was not familiar with the roads in S City, he took a taxi to the vicinity of the Xiaorandeng Temple.

The place he agreed with Meng Feibai is here.

Meng Feibai came out to meet Yidao, so naturally he wanted to leave Ran Deng behind.

No matter what, he also followed with a stern face, and it couldn't always be used as a display. During Meng Feibai's departure, he wanted to see that Po Meng wouldn't be cut off by Raksha.

Who knows what kind of personalities and problems the ghosts in this ghost place have. If love turns into hatred, and they find that Granny Meng is soft and hard, they decide to tear up their tickets to reduce the threat.

There is never a shortage of lunatics in this underworld, and Baobuqi Luocha is the craziest among them.

Yidao is dressed in a black outfit, with a small skull mask covering his livid face. Frankly speaking, he is still handsome, with a nose and eyes and eyes, and he does not have four ears like his dead old buddies. three noses...

The Shura clan all have a height advantage, being two heads taller than Ran Deng.Just because their stature is relatively prominent inside and outside the Six Realms, they had another name called barbarians in ancient times.

Brutal breeder, Optimus Prime also.

When Meng Feibai came, Yidao had been waiting for a long time.

"Great Ancestor Bai, why did you come here!" You are almost dying of the last Shura!

Meng Feibai rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "In the past, I used to ask my friends to help me fight ghosts, but today, because it was too sudden, I had to do it myself."

The result of not being very skilled is like this...

Yi Dao couldn't believe it, "I thought you knew everything."

"It doesn't matter whether you are familiar with it or not." Meng Feibai looked at the fully armed Yidao in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched a little, "There is no smog down there, so you can wear a hat, why don't you wear a mask."

If they don't walk in a fair manner, maybe they won't see any ghosts from beginning to end, okay?Make this kind of virtue to hide it for who to see.

There's no need to walk by yourself when you're with Brother Meng!

"I just want to keep a low profile." Yidao helped the mask.

Meng Feibai pointed at his back and said, "I can understand if you want to keep a low profile, so what are these?"

Why do you have to carry such a big package when you go to the underworld? Did you bring all the bedding and pillows with you?Meng Feibai inexplicably had the illusion that they were actually going on an outing.

A day trip to Hell?

Ha ha.

This Asura has a big heart...

Yidao didn't explain much, but just put the package that was so huge that it was heavier than him and a few points taller than him on the ground, opened a small mouth and took out two pieces for Meng Feibai to see.

Glazed crystal shovel, convert hatchback stick, bottomless soul-destroying whip... and...

"You win, let's go." Your baby is more than enough.

Meng Feibai supported his head to open the way first, and Yidao behind hurriedly followed with his belongings on his back, and said while walking, "If you save Granny Meng, these will all belong to you."

Meng Fei's face turned black, "No."

When I was picking up junk.

Nightmare is very principled, it must be the best if you want it, and you will never look at the second best or the third best.

Yidao said "Oh".

I can't figure out the temper of this ancestor, but the only one who can help him now is Meng Feibai, so no matter how weird the dream demon's temper is, he still has to be licked.

The principle of the forbidden spell on Yidao is very simple. Whenever he comes into contact with dark air, the spell will automatically mobilize all the Yang Qi in his body, and counteract the extreme Yin, producing a scientific rebound effect.

As long as Meng Feibai suppresses the yang energy in Yidao's body, the spell will temporarily lose its effect.

It's very simple to do this, just click the scissors on Yidao's JJ to ensure that the yang energy of this guy is completely dissipated.

But this is a little unkind.

After a series of inhumane processes were over, the demon Shura disappeared at the mouth of the ghost without a sound.He is very familiar with the justice of the underworld. He has died countless times just to see Granny Meng.

But with Meng Feibai, I had a brand new experience.

"So there is another way here? I never found it before, and I walked a lot of wrong ways." Yidao said, but his voice was extremely thin, like an eunuch, so he quickly shut up.

Meng Feibai had temporarily dispersed the yang energy in his body, and he probably spoke in such a virtuous manner in a short period of time.Yidao curled his lips and had to accept the status quo.

Meng Feibai looked back at him, "Why don't you find a space artifact to put things in?"

Yidao was stunned for a while, then whispered, "Forgot."

Fuck, do you think I'll believe it?

Meng Feibai snorted, but didn't ask the reason again.Yidao turned his head silently, obviously not wanting to mention it.

At this time, Po Meng had woken up from her lethargy, opened her eyes, and what came into view was the pure white bed gauze and thin brocade quilt, not his room in Fengdu.

It's... a small courtyard somewhere in Yan Luodian.

Yes, as the former underworld logistics registration department, Meng Po is more familiar with the layout of the Yan Luo Temple than the leader of the ghost king and that scum.

He remembered that this small courtyard was divided into the name of Luo Sha a hundred years ago, and it became a place for Luo Sha to rest when working overtime.

Then, the internal response of the former ghost empress is him.

After quickly analyzing the relationship between them, Po Meng fell down on the bed with peace of mind and continued to rest with her eyes closed.It took him several hours to wake up from a hangover. At this time, he had a splitting headache and his stomach was churning, making him very uncomfortable.

There was no sound in the room at this time, but it could not be ruled out that Rakshasa had set up eyes and ears in advance or... monitors or something.

So no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to endure it, with a calm face.

In front of the big screen, a ghost messenger who was ordered to monitor Po Meng at all times had to praise, Po Meng, one of the six ghost officials, is indeed very determined.

No matter when and where, you can keep absolute calm.

Seeing Luo Sha pushing the door open, he immediately floated up, bowed and said hello, "Master."

"Well, he's awake?" Luo Sha was in the right mood when he had just wiped out a small group of Niutou's subordinates, and he couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth when he thought of the imminent achievement of glory.

The ghost guard lowered his head and replied: "Yes, Mrs. Meng has been awake for a while, and she has not taken any action at present."

"He's still the same." Luo Sha took the fragrant tea he handed over, sat cross-legged on the stone bench, stroking the stubble that had grown these days, "Go out, I'll watch over here."

"Yes." The ghost messenger exited respectfully.

It turned out that this was actually the monitoring area of ​​the side hall of Yan Luo, which had been controlled by the forces of former ghosts and queens, and now it was only a matter of time before the main hall of Yan Luo was captured.

Luo Sha originally thought so, but he didn't really believe that the old cunning Ghost King would do nothing in the face of such a provocation.

Yes, he is very afraid of the ghost king.

It is an unfathomable ghost, so just thinking about overthrowing such a powerful ghost, Rakshasa is like a chicken blood, and can explode a SEED at any time!

Half an hour passed, and Po Meng got up, got out of bed and looked for something to rinse her mouth with.

The smell of alcohol in his mouth was too heavy to bear.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring a few boxes of Meng Po soup with me before I went out." Meng Po shook her head, raised her hand to stroke the broken hair behind her ear, but accidentally touched the dangling earring.

This is……

Meng Po's expression suddenly became subtle.

This is a spatial artifact imposed on his ears by a certain shameless Shura, and he can't even take it off.

Then he touched the agate bracelet on his wrist, the Li Guang pendant hanging on his chest, the Fuxing chain on his ankle, etc... a total of [-] spatial spiritual weapons.

All from the hands of one Shura, who gave it without even thinking about it.

Each of these pieces is priceless and a peerless treasure looted by the six worlds.

It's a pity that it's all given to a ghost who is not rare.

Sitting at the round table next to the bed, Granny Meng poured herself a cup of tea, put it on her lips, and pretended to rinse her mouth, but her consciousness had already started to search for various spiritual weapons.

Very good, besides Mengpo soup, it is still Mengpo soup.

And it's still expired Meng Po Soup...

What year were these put in?Granny Meng couldn't remember clearly.

He only remembered that every time that Shura came to the underworld after death, he would try every means to give him a spiritual weapon.He actually succeeded eighteen times in total.

Meng Po took out a can of old packaged Meng Po Soup from the earrings, and she was also concerned about the date of production, so she leaned her neck and gulped it down.

It's not a taste I'm familiar with.

He is sure that he has never made such Mengpo soup.

Bitter, extremely bitter, but not unbearable, but bitter with sweetness, which makes the stomach very comfortable.

Unexpectedly relieved of the alcohol, Meng Po narrowed her eyes and began to look around.

"There are six pinholes in total, and two places to eavesdrop." Granny Meng shook her head and sighed, "Raksha, aren't you planning to come out yet?"

"You know I'm here." Luo Sha came for a while, and when she saw Granny Meng found out, she didn't dodge, and walked out generously.

This is also a thick-skinned master, who seems to have completely forgotten who kidnapped Po Meng.

Granny Meng is used to it. Anyway, there is no one around him who is normal. "Sit."

"You're being polite." Luo Sha sat opposite him, smiling handsomely, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

"I heard that you are interested in me." Meng Feibai told him before Granny Meng fell into a coma.

Luo Sha smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you, a big elm bump, could see it too. Yes, I am interested in you, but this meaning is not that kind."

"I think so." Luo Sha is ambitious, and he doesn't recognize his relatives. It is said that those who were related to him back then were all killed by him.

How could such a ghost have feelings.

"After the matter is done, I will be under one ghost and above ten thousand ghosts. I appreciate your temperament very much and hope that you can stay with me. You don't need to do anything." Pulled down to the [-]th floor of hell, you will never be able to stand up again.

"Oh?"

Luo Sha stretched out a hand and held him firmly, "Our life is too long and too boring, don't you want to watch something different?"

"Are you full?" Po Meng couldn't understand BT's thoughts.

"Hahaha, it's okay if you think so."

The corners of Luo Sha's lips are always bent. These days, he is not afraid of BTs, but he is afraid of BTs who are not afraid of death and have brains. Luo Sha just happens to be like this.

To die is to die. Anyway, it is enough to live for so long. If you can live, wouldn't it be beautiful to change the whole underworld?

This kind of ghost will never show any sympathy when throwing all his eggs in one basket. For him, Po Meng is probably the last bit of normal obsession in the midst of madness.

Then the lamp rang "Amitabha" a few times, and after Meng Feibai left, it was not used to leaving him alone to watch in the dream.

Well, it's so deserted.

Still need a magician.

There was a crisp "pa", and then Deng was slapped hard on the back of the head, but he raised the corners of his lips and laughed out loud.

"I'm back."

"Yeah." Meng Feibai smoothed the broken hair on his forehead, and instructed Ran Deng to pour tea for himself, "That Asura is too persistent, and he won't go to the side door if he has the convenience, but he will kill him in the Temple of Yama with his own strength."

"then?"

"So I let him go by himself." It's not my housework, so I don't want to join in the fun.

Ran Deng paused, then smiled and said, "Then did you tell him where Po Meng is?"

"Uh..." Nope.

Meng Feibai blinked innocently, looked at Ran Deng for a moment, and smiled to himself, "Anyway, he has so many treasures, he can't die. What's more, even if he really dies, he will definitely save him."

Even if the underworld is changed, who will let him be the last Shura? This is the advantage of the rare minority!

His slightly pale face was instantly unparalleled.

Ran Deng swallowed his saliva, and drew his claws towards Meng Feibai.

"What?"

Before Meng Feibai could react, a pair of gentle lips had already stuck to his mouth, the fragrance was tangy and refreshing.

Lianxiang, Meng Feibai recognized this smell.

Pure lotus is the supreme existence in the Buddhist world.

But is he really an ordinary monk?

With a backhand hook, Meng Feibai pressed the tip of his tongue hard, taking the initiative into his own hands, and the monk's mouth went numb from the sudden fascination.

The overflowing silver threads are ambiguous and charming, and Ran Deng licks them clean one by one.

The time and place are not right... What a pity.

Ran Deng embraced Meng Feibai's cold body, but his heart was filled with infinite satisfaction.

Meng Feibai's complexion was pretty good. Facing this unexpected kiss, he finally summed up in a few words, "Technology needs to be improved."

"Okay, I will definitely hurry up and improve." Ran Deng's eyes were bright, just like the back of his head.

Meng Feibai pushed his arm full of disgust, "Have you washed your hands?"

"Don't bother, I'm a monk, it's very clean!"

This logic can't be fooled to deceive children, but Meng Feibai's thinking is extremely weird, "Then stay away."

He even acquiesced to what Ran Deng said.

Just when the two of you and I were saying infinite and unnutritious words, the situation outside has undergone tremendous changes.

Originally, the judge was the one who guarded the Hall of Yama, but he was temporarily transferred to suppress the evil spirits in the ghost prison. After Rakshasa rebelled, there was chaos in the hall, and it was quickly lost. The job of first guarding the main hall fell on Zhong Kui for no reason.

Zhong Kui, the neutral faction, of course quit, "I'm a fool, understand? Of course, neither side will help at this time. Why should I be a third party guarding such a dangerous place and go to the bull's head and horse face!"

The ghost soldiers had no choice but to find the bull's head and horse face.

It's a pity that Big Brother Niu is also very busy, "The laborers and capitalists are about to be demolished by those gangsters, so there is no time to guard the hall! Whoever you love will go!"

Ma Mian said that he really wanted to go, but the reality was very powerless, "I want to suppress the main gate of the underworld, and I can't leave for the time being, otherwise the situation will definitely be more chaotic. Why don't you go find the black and white Wuchang brothers, they are much more powerful than us. "

So when a group of ghost soldiers collectively knelt in mid-air and begged Wuchang Lords to take charge of the overall situation, Hei Wuchang became angry first.

"Fuck, why are you looking for us for all kinds of shit! What about the ghost king, where did that bastard go?" You don't come out to sit in the town at a time like this!

How big is the heart!

Bai Wuchang wants to cry but has no tears, because Hei Wuchang has to be stationed at Naihe Bridge to ensure that the soul remains in a normal state for reincarnation, otherwise the undead stay in the underworld, which may cause chaos in the six realms.

There is no need to think about this job, it will definitely fall on my head.

"NO—I really want to die!"

Can I flip the table and quit?

Hei Wuchang looked at him fiercely, "No, get out—"

"Woooo."

After finishing this ticket, I must apply for leave!I have to confess!Try to win Xiaobai in one fell swoop!

Thousands of ghosts were dispatched because of this, the black ones were white, and the green ones were the most. They wore uniform black cloaks, and from a distance, only a handful of will-o’-the-wisps could be seen under the cloaks.

A group of ghosts danced wildly, completely enclosing the relatively open hell.

The former leader of the underworld, the ghost queen who has been suppressed under the nineteenth floor for thousands of years is still beautiful, with black eyes, and a fiery red cheongsam that makes her skin white, she looks like a young girl.

Shaking the bone fan, she said with a coquettish smile, "I thought the old ghost's subordinates were capable, children, they bastards have oppressed us for thousands of years, it's time to 'pay back', right!"

"Correct!"

Thousands of ghosts growled in response.

Hei Wuchang was so dizzy hearing it in the hall, as a crook, he was the worst at dealing with women!

"Mr. Wuchang, how can this be done?"

"What else can I do, fight!"

The women are also cut in the same way. If the ghost king really falls, they will never survive the next dawn.

"Brothers, give me a shot - after finishing this ticket, let's apply for paid leave collectively!"

"Okay—come on—"

Hei Wuchang's capable subordinates were the first to charge forward. They were all wise and powerful ghost messengers, and they had absolute self-protection ability.

Fighting so recklessly, I really don't know what a head is.

Hei Wuchang thought powerlessly, but at this moment, Granny Meng, who was talking peacefully with Luo Sha, suddenly started to get into trouble. At some point, his usual weapon was already in hand, a dagger that cuts iron like mud.

Compact and compact, with a cold glow.

Luo Sha seemed to have been prepared, and quickly overturned the table, dexterously dodging his attack.

"Meng Po, what does this mean?"

"Hehe." Granny Meng sneered.

Just now the dark bell rang outside, it was a messenger bell common in the underworld, indicating that the main hall had fallen.If he doesn't do anything at this time, he is afraid that he will be suspected when everything is settled.

Anyway, do it right!

I underestimated your charisma before.