I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

After passing through the dense fog, Dilong shook his body and threw Fang and Gu off his body.

Fang Qinghong turned over in the air, landed lightly on his toes, then raised his eyes, and saw a towering temple in front of him.Unlike what he had seen before, which were dominated by low-rise buildings covering a vast area, this temple was built like a pagoda.

Door beams and window lattices, hanging feet and cornices, coiled dragons and phoenixes painted with gold and inlaid with jade, while maintaining the ancient charm, they are also beautifully carved.

But in the gloomy atmosphere, it looks like the painted skin of a ghost, making people creepy.

The door is automatic without wind, like opening on both sides.

Gu Peiyuan had just landed, and when she saw this, she exchanged a glance with Fang Qinghong, carried the piano behind her back, and followed the young man into the temple.

The moment they arrived at the main hall, the two had an illusion in a trance. What they entered was not the residence of some ghost king, but a temple with a lot of incense in the mortal world.

The high platform piled with various tributes, the spiritual plants nourished by Yin Qi, and the shrines are decorated with colorful flowers.These flowers grow in the most shaded places all the year round, and have also produced varying degrees of mutation.

In the large clusters of flowers are the faces of crying babies, and from their open mouths, slender stamens with suction cups spit out.

The squirming stamens are like little snakes, and after seeing the two big living people, they are ready to stretch out.

On both sides of the altar and on each pillar in the hall, there are oil lamps.It's just that what burns inside is not sesame oil, but the corpse oil of monks and the ghosts of evil spirits.

The pungent stench hit, Gu Peiyuan's face turned blue, and she sealed her sense of smell without hesitation.And for a Taoist born with keen senses like Fang Qinghong, it was even more tormented, causing his stomach to convulse and he almost wanted to vomit.

The candle shadow flickered, ghosts weeping and gods howling.

Behind the shrine, in the depths of the curtain, a throne is enshrined.On the throne, sat a woman.

She was reclining lazily, with her slender legs crossed, her right elbow propped on the armrest of the seat, her cheek propped up, and she looked down at them with a half-smile.

Although he calls himself a king, he doesn't wear a yellow robe like the Black Jiao King, and he puts a lot of emphasis on external majesty.

The ghost king in front of him was dressed in black clothes with unrecognizable material and wide sleeves, his black hair was loose, with a few strands hanging on his chest, and his scarlet lips were curved into beautiful arcs.

She has a beautiful face, but her eyebrows are too sharp, and her shrewd and aggressive aura is not liked by ordinary people, thus diluting the reverie brought by a beautiful face.

Generally speaking, he is a powerful king who can be seen from a distance but not played with.

"Seeing my king, why don't you kneel?" A shout suddenly sounded, and in an instant, even the original crying of children in the hall was suppressed.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Immediately, the temple was filled with accusations one after another.

It was only then that Fang Qinghong realized that the two sides of the main hall were almost covered by curtains, and the indistinct black shadows were ghost statues made of two rows of corpses!

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Gu Peiyuan, and suddenly saw her staring at one of the ghost statues shouting and kneeling, with a strange expression on her face.

"What's wrong?" Fang Qinghong asked.

Gu Peiyuan whispered: "That...is the Supreme Elder of Hehuan Sect."

The elders of the Hehuan Sect appear here...they can only come here with that powerful team back then.

So, the ghost statues standing on both sides are the ancestors of the sects of the Five Realms?

Fang Qinghong turned his head suddenly, these are their corpses!

A wind blows from nowhere, and the flame inside the oil lamp is blown on and off, and the curtain is flipped, revealing clear faces inside.

All of them had numb expressions, stiff limbs, and were twisted into various postures at will.

The ghost king turned all the mighty patriarchs who entered the city in the past into corpse repairs for her to send.

"That's all." The woman said with a tolerant face, "As a reward for passing the test, this king forgives this moment of rudeness."

The corpse statue who spoke first heard the sound, and changed the subject: "Your Majesty is tolerant, but the rest of the etiquette cannot be broken. Those who attend the audience must present the most precious things in this life to the King in order to be honored by the King. , those who refuse to pay tribute—kill without mercy!"

After finishing speaking, the ghost statues on both sides of the main hall continued to growl like repeating:

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Fang Qinghong frowned, and quickly let go.

He was neither humble nor overbearing, looking back at the ghost king calmly, and said: "You have spent so much effort to set up such a big picture, shouldn't it be just a mere gift?"

"Your Highness, how can you guarantee that what you get in the end will be what you want?" The young man proceeded step by step, and finally threw out his own thoughts: "If you don't want to be open and honest, how about just telling me what Your Highness wants?"

"Sharp-mouthed and sharp-tongued." The Ghost King snorted, but he wasn't very angry.

The eyes that seemed to be substantial scanned Fang Qinghong up and down, as if looking at a novel treasure.

She said: "Now that you are in the hands of this king, how can you be overthrown? Why should this king go far away and play boring games with you?"

"Then maybe, what I can give is more than His Highness thinks?" Fang Qinghong smiled calmly.

Ghost King: "Oh?"

"In order to show your sincerity, why don't you let me first guess what your highness is looking for." Fang Qinghong said to himself, "I have to start with your highness in advance, and the doubts in my bottom of my heart are self-evident. Break—why, thousands of years ago, the team from the five domains was able to enter the ghost city, and the Mahayana ancestors could send out a message..."

The young man paused, and continued: "Only those who have been here will understand the difficulty of this. His Highness let them in on purpose to spread the news to the outside world. From this, it can be inferred that the piece in your hand is What is important to you is not complete."

"That's why Your Highness needs to extend the fishhook with ear food to the outside world, and wait for someone who wants to come to you. However, there has been no movement for 4000 years. It seems that this treasure is very difficult to be born."

"And now the big fanfare action is also the part that His Highness relies on at hand. The law of longevity that he has studied has reached a bottleneck, and he has to do it in order to break through."

Fang Qinghong put his hands behind his back, held his head high and held his chest high: "I wonder if what I'm saying is right?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

The ghost king raised his hand to beckon, Fang Qinghong flew towards her uncontrollably.The latter's heart was shaken, and the mantra secret technique that had been brewing for a long time was activated in an instant, in an attempt to resist this unpredictable power.

Why on earth is she so strong?

Facing the oppression directly, Fang Qinghong felt extremely strenuous, this is simply not something that ordinary Sanxians can do.

Even relying on the nine-character mantra, there is still a certain gap in strength between him and the ghost king. During the saw-saw process, his body is still slowly approaching the throne behind the shrine.

And in the increasingly fierce confrontation, he heard the subtle and undetectable resonance hidden under the noise.The Mantra Totem exudes a wave of joy.

...Could it be? !

Fang Qinghong looked at the Ghost King suddenly, she also had nine-character mantras on her body!

"It really is the nine-character mantra."

The instigator was the first to reveal the truth first, then he turned his wrist and clasped his five fingers inward, and the force exerted on Fang Qinghong's body suddenly increased several times!

The young man was careless and fell into the hands of the ghost king.The woman grabbed his collar and ordered condescendingly: "Tell me everything you know, and don't hide anything."

Something invisible was strangling his throat, Fang Qinghong struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "As long as I'm not willing, even if death threatens you, you won't get anything."

The ghost king paused and smiled: "Young man, you are not timid. What do you want, tell me and let me listen."

"My servant," Fang Qinghong stared at her, and said, "I want the nine-character mantra in your hand."