The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

Ito Makoto took the Naxia Bowl and injected Yin power into it.

The runes on the surface of the Yin device were immediately lit up, emitting a hazy red glow.

He pointed the mouth of the bowl at the five stone jars in front of him.

As the glow shone, all the wine was stored in it.

Ito Makoto sank into it and took a look.

The space inside the bowl is not small, about the size of two classrooms overlapped.

The five jars of wine were placed inside, occupying only a small corner, and there was still quite a lot of space.

Obviously, the grade of this Naxia Bowl is not low.

It is estimated that it would be worth a lot of money if it was placed outside.

Baiyun Temple gave this thing to the old ape to transport the stone milk wine, which is quite rich.

In addition, the group of monks should have expected that they could not get out of the abyss. They can only be free working monkeys for the temple for the rest of their lives.

As for safety issues, there is no need to worry.

The Sichuan Ape Clan has developed to the point where there are dozens of them.

In addition to the old ape with strength reaching the third level.

Even if the low-level ghost masters form a group, they dare not provoke them.

Unfortunately... even though they had a good plan, they never expected that someone like Ito Makoto would appear in the abyss.���

The young man put the bowl into his bag and sat back on the stone seat, looking very proud:

""Very good, let's go out now!

It's time to settle accounts with those bald donkeys.

Didn't you ask me before who killed your descendants? That head is the murderer!"

The old ape looked at the bloody head beside the stone seat, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure and thanked the young man.

"Thank you, Chief, for killing this beast. I am really sorry for the misunderstandings before!"

"No need to be polite. This guy has a brother. Would you like to join me in taking him down?"

"I couldn't ask for more!"

The old ape laughed loudly, picked up the head with one hand, and skillfully carried the stone seat on his shoulder with the other hand.

Without any instructions, he rushed out as fast as a whirlwind.

……

After leaving the Kawanamon Cave,

Ito Makoto remembered that the snow-scale fish he and Yuko had caught was still by the Longquan Pond.

It was a pity to just throw it away. It would be a waste for the monsters in the abyss.

So he shouted and asked the old ape to change the route.

The old ape was indeed a third-level monster.

The strength of his body was incredible.

He ran to the edge of the cliff, apologized, and threw the stone seat.

The cliff was nearly 100 meters high, but he jumped without frowning.

The old ape was like a meteor.

When he landed, there was a roar like a huge rock hitting the ground.

At this time, the stone seat carrying Ito Makoto had just fallen.

He shouted with all his strength, and raised his arms like steel pillars above his head.

He caught the stone seat steadily with the posture of a tyrant carrying a tripod!

"Bang——"

The old ape's feet sank half a meter into the ground again.

With a pair of iron arms, he supported the seat and spun it several times quickly, then most of the force was released, and finally he placed it steadily on the shore.

Such a miraculous operation.

Ito Makoto scored 95 points out of 100.

The 5 points deducted were because he was afraid of heights and felt dizzy.

The ups and downs were much more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

Fortunately, the snow-scaled fish was still there.

When Ito Makoto jumped off the stone seat, he stretched out his hand to count.

He found that the number was wrong, as if one was missing.

Someone stole the fish?

Ito Makoto was immediately furious.

With a glance of the curse eye, he immediately found the clue.

There was a trace on the ground similar to a giant python crawling, extending from the shore to the dense forest.

Giant python?

No, it's a person!

If you look closely at the trace, you will find that there are too few scales.

There is also a more obvious gap in the center.

In this Longshan Abyss, Ito Makoto has only heard of the two-tailed cat-shaped cat, but never heard of the two-tailed giant python!

And the Yin force remaining in this trace is also very familiar.

Snakes, cloud tattoos, traces heading towards the dense forest... the answer is already obvious

"It turned out to be that younger brother!"

Ito Makoto raised his eyebrows and took out his little notebook to add another note to the monk.

Well, well, you chased him and caught the fish, right?

You've got a way to die!

The old ape saw that he was in a bad mood, so he wisely didn't ask the reason, and waited silently beside him.

Ito Makoto took out the Naxia bowl and put away the snow-scaled fish, then turned around.

"Let’s go!"

……

In the dense forest, the battle has entered a fierce stage.

Futaki Yuko commanded the dog god to attack the seriously injured Hojo Mizuiro.

At the same time, he used magic to attack whenever there was a chance.

"" Woof woof!!"

The dog god roared and swung his claws to slash at the throat of Hojo Mizuiro who was dodging left and right.

This damn dog!

Hojo Mizuiro's eyes were full of anger, but he didn't dare to take it head-on.

The soft body given by the snake belt possession bent downward into a sharp angle.

He barely avoided the sharp claw and was about to pull back.

Why hasn't my brother come yet?

There are only a dozen river monkeys.

With my brother's strength, he should have killed them all long ago!

Could it be that he met a woman on the way here again.

The big head is controlled by the small head in the lower body?

Damn it, that bastard will die in the hands of a woman sooner or later!

Hojo Mizuiro had already thought of retreating.

That girl was not an ordinary second-level demon master.

Not only was she extremely skilled in using all kinds of magic techniques, but she was also very good at commanding demons.

It was obvious that she had inherited a legacy.

Most likely, a relative of her family worked in the Special Affairs Bureau, so she received systematic guidance.

He was injured too badly, and if he dragged it on, he would probably die here.

Thinking of this, Hojo Mizuiro didn't even say a harsh word, but kicked up a large amount of dust.

After using this shady trick to stop the Inugami, he turned around and ran away.

Tozawa Yoko, who had been watching the fight, changed her expression:

"Oh no, he's going to escape!"

"Let him go!"

Futaki Yuko coughed, a sickly blush appeared on her pale face, and she waved her hand to tell the Inugami not to chase her.

It was true that Hojo Mizuiro was seriously injured.

But until now, she had also consumed a lot of energy.

Eighty percent of the Yin power in her body was gone, and the accuracy of the spell was greatly reduced.

Futaki Yuko remembered that the Cloud Tattoo Style of Baiyun Temple had a killer move.

It could self-destruct its own strange demon and perish together with the opponent.

If it continued, the opponent might become desperate if forced into a corner!

Besides, the opponent still had a third-level demon master who had not arrived.

The most urgent task was to leave the abyss as soon as possible.

The Inugami howled in the direction of Hojo Mizuiro's departure, and then reluctantly retreated to his master's side.

Futaki Yuko was about to get up and take people away, when suddenly a strange sound suddenly sounded.

"Ahhhh!!"

A familiar scream suddenly sounded.

Then, the two men and the dog saw that Hojo Mizuiro, who had just escaped, was back again.

The evil monk seemed to have been hit head-on by a high-speed car.

His chest collapsed inwards, and he flew back, spitting blood.

"Bang——"

Hojo Mizuiro fell to the ground like a rag, and rolled several times before he could stabilize himself.

A thick fog appeared in the dense forest.

Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.

Trample! Trample!

"Run? Where do you want to run to? Your brother misses you so much!"

A hoarse male voice came from the fog.

Then something like a ball was thrown out.

It rolled on the ground for several circles and finally stopped in front of Hojo Mizuiro.

When everyone saw it, their hearts slowed down.

It turned out to be a monk's head!