The Invincible School Flower Master

"Chong!" At this moment, the man in the green robe said immediately.

Afterwards, the three ran away.

The feathers in his hands were thrown out.

Rumbling...

With a flick of the chicken feathers, the chicken feathers with black dog blood exploded on these ghosts, and masses of carrion fell from the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of carrion. Xiao Han pinched his nose for fear of being invaded by the corpse poison.

Those wandering ghosts were frightened by this scene, and their instinctive reaction was to avoid them. So, this gave the three a chance. The three seized the opportunity and rushed out quickly. In the blink of an eye, he ran out among the hundreds of wandering ghosts.

However, just when everyone rushed out. Suddenly, the red ghost appeared in front of several people.

There are wolves before and tigers behind, and everyone is dumbfounded at this crisis.

A bunch of people were stunned. All were dumbfounded.

"What to do?" Huang Pao asked the old way.

The man in the green robe was pale and bloodless. In this case, it seemed that there was only a dead end. Together, the three people are not the opponents of the red ghosts, and behind, there are endless wandering spirits and wild ghosts.

The scarlet ghost showed a weird smile.

"Strategy, it turns out that this is his strategy!" Daoist Huangpao roared.

"What can we do then?" The man in the green robe looked helpless and said: "This scarlet ghost has already turned on the spirit, and we can't beat him."

"Can I just sit and wait for death?" Huangpao Daochang asked.

"I can only fight for my life." The Qingpao man's face sank, as if he was ready to fight his opponent.

At this moment, the cat on Xiao Han's shoulder suddenly let out a cruel cry.

This roar immediately frightened the red ghost, who looked at the cat on Xiao Han's shoulder nervously. As for the wandering ghosts behind, they immediately dispersed, ran in different directions all at once, and ran completely clean.

The scarlet ghost gave Xiao Han a flustered look and hurried away.

Seeing that he was chased by hundreds of wandering ghosts just now, and killed by the scarlet ghost in red. Now, these ghosts disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared before.

"This...what's going on?" Huang Pao Daochang asked in astonishment.

"Who knows!" The man in Qingpao shook his head, and then said with an embarrassed look: "Maybe...maybe it was scared away by this cat!"

"Cat?" Daochang Huang looked at the cat, frowned, and said, "What kind of cat is this?"

"Who knows!" The man in Qingpao shook his head, and then said: "I don't know what cat this is, let's go quickly. If the red ghost comes back, it will be troublesome."

"Yeah!" Dao Chang Huang Pao nodded repeatedly.

Afterwards, the three of them moved quickly into the fog.

Along the way, I encountered a lot of wandering ghosts, but I haven't encountered any ghosts in Tsing Yi, nor ghosts in red. The next journey went smoothly. Soon, a few people saw a city from a distance.

Outside the city, there is a black river, the river is black, and thick black water is flowing. People who don't know will think this is a river and the water in it is all ink.

"It's here." Dao Chang Huang Pao let out a suffocating breath and said: "When you get here, you won't be afraid of the red ghost."

"Why?" Xiao Han asked.

"This is the ghost city." Daochang Huang smiled, and then said: "When you get here, it belongs to the jurisdiction of the ghost city. No one is allowed to fight in private. Once found, they will be taken away by the Yin soldiers."

Xiao Han did not respond, but glanced at the river.

A long black bridge stretches from the shore to the ghost town, directly crossing the black river.

On the edge of the press, there is an old woman in Tsing Yi with a bucket of clear water next to her, and she mutters feebly: "Cross the Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po water..."

On the side, there are wandering spirits and ghosts one after another crossing the bridge, and they have to drink a scoop of Meng Po water before crossing the bridge. There was a long line, of course, some people crossed directly from the bridge head. These people know that they are humans at a glance, of course, some of them are monsters. These people all went to the ghost market today to hunt for treasure.

Huang Pao said with a smile: "That's Lady Meng."

"That is Meng Poshui?" Xiao Han asked.

"Right!" Huang Pao said with a smile, "Drink this water, you can forget the past and this life. Then reincarnate."

"This turned out to be true?" Xiao Han looked surprised.

"This is the Styx." Huangpao walked onto the Na Naihe Bridge and said: "The water under the Styx is the most yin thing, and it is very beneficial to use some magic weapons. Unfortunately, no one can learn Scoop water in the river."

"Why?" Xiao Han asked curiously.

"Because the water of the Styx is poisonous." Huang Pao said, shaking his head, "It's a pity, it's a pity that such good water is useless."

Xiao Han glanced at it. There was a lot of water in the Styx, but it was not easy to get down into the Styx. There were cliffs on the left and right, and the height of the Styx was several tens of meters. It is impossible for ordinary people to go down. Even if someone takes the risk, they will eventually fall into the Styx accidentally, and they will never be able to reincarnate.

Xiao Han stood on the Naihe Bridge, glanced at Styx, and then followed Huangpao Dao and them into the ghost city.

The ghost city is mighty and majestic, there are some ghosts, and there are a lot of ghosts in red. When they see human beings, their eyes shine, but it is a pity that they dare not make a mistake here. In a ghost town, there are yin and yang people, monks, demons, and ghosts. Here, everyone is equal, and nonsense is absolutely not allowed. Once someone dares to mess around, not only the Yin Soldiers will not let them go, but even the owner of the ghost town will not let them go.

When crossing the Naihe Bridge, Xiao Han felt an ancient sigh coming from his body.

This sound scared Xiao Han so much that even the ghost king on Xiao Han's shoulders exploded.

The cat stood up immediately, with a straight tail. He asked in astonishment, "What sound?"

"I don't know either!" Xiao Han shook his head.

"Yes... it's the voice in your body!" Ghost King said hurriedly.

"It seems to be, but..." Xiao Han hesitated and said, "It seems to be gone."

"Seeing a ghost." The ghost king couldn't help but cursed.

"I did see a lot of ghosts today." Xiao Han scolded mockingly.

The man in the green robe yelled to Xiao Han, "Xiao Han, hurry up and keep up. You won't go back later."

"Okay!" Xiao Han didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly chased after him.

Entering the ghost city, you can see the gloomy scene, a main road, and the door is full of walking dead. There are haunted houses on the left and right, and the dreaded ghosts stand on both sides of the road, looking very horrible. It's also very scary. Can see the ghost with long tongue, can see the headless ghost that makes fear...

There are also some humans on the streets, but these people are either yin and yang people, monks, or ghost hunters. In short, these people have special abilities. Otherwise, ordinary people would never dare to come here. Even if they did, they would probably be scared to death, and they would just die.

After crossing the street, I finally came to the ghost market.

The ghost market is very large, with several neatly organized streets. The street on only one main road is composed of storefronts. There is a pick-up guy at the door, and there are all kinds of dazzling goods in the shop. However, these things were of no use to Xiao Han. The road chief Huangpao and the man in Tsing Yi quickly crossed this main road and came to some stalls. Here and here, the goods are thrown directly on the ground, and you can choose from them. There are all kinds of weird magic weapons, strange magic weapons, long swords with spiritual power, mirrors from past and present lives, and various powerful red charms. Purple talisman, even golden talisman...

When Dao Master Huangpao saw a golden talisman, his eyes were straight.

"This...how to change it?" Huang Pao asked the old way.

In the ghost market, there is no unified currency, bartering. As long as you come up with something that satisfies the other party, the transaction is concluded.

"What do you have?" The stall owner was only a scarlet ghost, he had blood-red eyes, and he glanced at the old man.

"I..." Dao Chang Huang Pao hesitated, and took out a black box from his body. He opened the box and there was a black pill inside. Dao Chang Huang Pao regarded it as a treasure, and said, "This is a pill for washing the marrow!"

Snapped……

The scarlet ghost took the box and threw it in front of Dao Master Huangpao, as if he didn't bother at all, and said, "No!"

When Huang Pao listened to the old way, angrily, he took the Xiusui Pill and left.

The man in the green robe saw a long sword, which was a sword with spiritual power. This sword was just a broken sword. Although it was only a broken sword, it possessed spiritual consciousness. In other words, the previous owner of this sword must have reached a very high level in his cultivation. Later, for unknown reasons, this sword was broken and he abandoned it. As long as it is taken back and repaired, it will still be a good sword, although it will not reach its peak power.

"How to change?" the man in Qingpao asked.

The other party glanced at him and said: "Then you have to see what you have!"

The opponent is a demon, but it has turned into a human form.

The man in Qingpao hesitated, and took a red talisman from his pocket. The other party shook his head. The man in the Qingpao gritted his teeth and took out a red talisman. The other party still shook his head. The man in the green robe was taken aback, and anxious: "How many copies do you want to sell?"

"This kind of red talisman is not of high quality. I will change it at least ten!"

"Impossible!" The man in the green robe said anxiously when he heard it: "The quality of this red talisman is very high, and anyone with a discerning eye will know it. You are just a broken sword.

"Although it is a broken sword, the spiritual sense is still there!" The other party smiled and said, "Otherwise, you can't fancy it, right?"

This is the truth. If it was a thumping broken sword, no one would want it. It was precisely because he still had spiritual sense in it that his value skyrocketed. But, after all, this is just a broken sword with spiritual sense. It is certainly not easy to make a high price. It is not easy to repair it, and it requires a great price.

(End of this chapter)