Among the mountains, Juehun Ridge is looming, and at the foot of the mountain is the witch tribe's camp, the hometown of the little soulless ghost.
"Daddy, we have been here before.
There is a mysterious ethnic group living here that has become extinct in the world.
It is said that they appeared before humans."
Bai Mei said.
Huang Changshou lay on my back and said, "Yes, the place we are going to is an ancient road behind Juehun Ridge, which leads directly to the underworld and is the abandoned mouth of reincarnation."
"The Abandoned Mouth of Reincarnation" "It's true that in the past, none of the ten palaces of Yama's underworld were under the control of the Emperor Yama alone.
This is the end of the underworld."
Huang Changshou said thoughtfully.
"Then why was it abandoned?"
I asked in surprise.
Huang Changshou said: "It is said that because Emperor Yama was too soft-hearted, he released too many poor souls and angered God, so he sent nine more Yamas and built nine additional halls.
Emperor Yama was also demoted from the first hall to The Fifth Hall.
Of course, this is all rumored.
After all, it’s so long ago that I don’t know exactly what happened.
It’s all just hearsay.”
"He's soft-hearted."
I didn't take it seriously and shook my head.
The words of the soulless ghosts of the Wu clan were still in my ears.
Every once in a while, the underworld would come to Juehun Ridge to capture some soulless ghosts and bring them back.
I don’t know why, but I feel like the soulless ghosts are like livestock in captivity.
"Hesitant, look, isn't that Zhao Wushuang?
There is also the imp Gong Zangyi."
Bai Mei said in surprise.
I took a look, and sure enough, I saw these two guys coming toward each other in a hurry, with the speed talisman activated under their feet, and they were as fast as lightning.
Each of them was carrying a big package behind them, and I didn't know what was inside.
It’s unbelievable.
Zhao Wushuang and Miyamoto Zangichi, couldn’t it be that I looked down on them when they captured the Soulless Ghost Demon?
The Soulless Ghost Demon is so powerful that any one of them is in the early stage of refining the spirit and returning to the void.
The two of them are in the early stage of refining the spirit and becoming the spirit. , in the middle stage of refining energy and becoming a god, going to the Wu Clan camp to catch the soulless ghost is simply to die.
I wondered: "This Nanzong Immortal Festival was opened by Cheng Dongqing to hunt for heavenly materials and earthly treasures for our sects in China.
How could Miyamoto Zangichi sneak in with anything?
Could it be that Zhao Wushuang and Miyamoto Zangichi also knew it?"
, behind Juehun Ridge is the Ancient Road of Reincarnation."
Huang Changshou sneered: "Let's not talk about whether you know it or not.
The secret method of the ancient road of reincarnation is not something ordinary people can master.
Otherwise, the two monkeys would not have run out of the underworld in such a hurry.
Now the entrance to the Nanzong Immortal Festival is closed.
There are still two days left, and they won't be able to get out if they don't speed up their steps.
Also, Sister Hun, don't call my goddaughter by her real name again, otherwise it will cause big trouble if a master with advanced skills hears it."
While they were talking, Zhao Wushuang and Miyamoto Zangichi had already arrived in front of me and Huang Changshou.
Zhao Wushuang obviously knew Huang Changshou.
He stopped, his eyes turned sharply, and then he clasped his fists and saluted very politely: "Master Huang , don’t come here and be polite.
I was shocked that Zhao Wushuang has always been arrogant and looked down upon by no one.
Even the nine sect masters may not take him seriously.
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I never expected that he would be so humble in front of Huang Changshou.
Miyamoto Zangichi, who was next to him, also echoed with a smile on his face: "Master Huang, I have heard of you for a long time.
You, Hong Kong people are very different from those Chinese pigs in their work."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wushuang slapped Miyamoto Zangichi's chin with a slap in the face.
The package rolled and fell to the ground, and the contents inside were scattered everywhere.
I was surprised to see that the package contained all black bones with strange shapes and bizarre appearances, not like human ones.
"Humph" Huang Changshou got off me, glanced at Miyamoto Zang with a sinister look, twirled his beard and said, "He went to rob the tomb again and brought a kid with him."
The muscles on Zhao Wushuang's face twitched, and he still responded politely: "Wu Shuang is not talented, so bring a slave to work easier."
His eyes glanced at me slightly, a trace of suspicion flashed between his brows, and my heart skipped a beat.
It was not that I was afraid of him, but that I was worried that Huang Changshou's ghost-skin disguise would be revealed to this guy.
"Baga!"
Miyamoto Zangyi was beaten until his teeth were all over the floor, and he screamed angrily.
Zhao Wushuang turned around and glared at him fiercely, scolding: "Don't force me if you don't want to die."
Under the pressure of Chongtong, Miyamoto Zang showed fear.
It could be seen that although he was dissatisfied with Zhao Wushuang in his heart, he did not dare to make too many mistakes in the face of the absolute suppressive strength.
"You slave is not very obedient."
Huang Changshou's eyes were fierce and he was still twirling his little goatee.
"Oh."
Zhao Wushuang saluted again: "This little devil has extremely low emotional intelligence.
Leader Huang should not be as knowledgeable as a Japanese slave."
"That won't work.
He scolded you and my ancestors.
If you don't teach him a lesson, how can he still hang out in the world in the future?"
Huang Changshou said viciously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw five or six ghost hands running out from the gravel and soil under Miyamoto Zangichi's feet.
They grabbed Miyamoto Zangichi's ankles and knocked down his grandson.
After he fell to the ground, , his wrists were also strangled tightly by the ghost hands that came out of the ground, and he could no longer move.
"Let me go, what are you going to do?"
Miyamoto Zangyi shouted with a look of horror.
When "Huang Cult Master" saw this situation, Zhao Wushuang quickly bowed and begged: "Please, Cult Master, for Wu Shuang's sake, spare this slave's life.
After all, the Fuso Onmyoji world and the Chinese cultivation sect are now in peace."
There is something in his words, elevating personal grievances to the level of peaceful coexistence between the two Taoisms.
Huang Changshou sneered: "Who said I was going to kill him?
I just taught him a lesson."
After saying that, he flicked his cuffs, poked out a slender scalpel from his sleeves, and walked leisurely towards Miyamoto Zangichi.
Miyamoto Zang's trembling eyes widened in shock, with cold sweat on his face.
He didn't know what Huang Changshou was going to do, and he shouted in horror: "Master Huang, you, I, you have no grudges in the past, and you have no grudges in recent days to hurt me.
No, no, no."
Huang Changshou sat on Miyamoto Zangichi's belly, pressed his forehead, and said with a ferocious smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely hurt you.
Don't drop it."
"Pfft" Bai Mei couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Zhao Wushuang's double eyes turned sharply, and a cold light shot towards me from the corner of his eyes.
I also glared at him fiercely.
Our eyes were like swords against each other, neither giving in.
I found that Zhao Wushuangtong's sense of domineering pressure had no effect on me at this time.
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My spiritual power aura was not weaker than his at all.
I don't know if it was because of the blue heart. reason.
Miyamoto Zangyi screamed repeatedly, his face was covered with blood, Huang Changshou carved words on his forehead, the knife wound was very deep, reaching the bone, and you could even hear the faint rustle of the tip of the knife cutting the skull.
"In ancient times, Guan Gong scraped bones to cure poison.
Today, I, Huang Changshou, have the words carved on the forehead."
Huang Changshou was very serious in carving, and he looked at every stroke with great care.
The foothills in front of Juehun Ridge continued to echo with the tragic wailing. , and there were incomprehensible Japanese curses.
I came closer and took a look, and couldn't help but laugh.
I saw that Huang Changshou had carved the word "Baga" on Miyamoto Zangichi's forehead.
The vigorous and powerful block letters were extremely neat.
Huang Changshou stood up and admired his "work" with satisfaction.
Then he ignored Zhao Wushuang, turned to me and said, "Rong'er, it's time for us to leave."
"It's godfather."
Seeing how awesome the old man was, I was willing to call him godfather.
The female voice of this Ghost Skin was so sweet that Huang Changshou was so excited when he heard it.
He raised his eyelids obscenely, walked up behind me with a smile, was carried on my back, jumped up and flew towards the back of the Juehun Ridge. go.
Only the confused Zhao Wushuang and the dead-dog-like Miyamoto Zangichi were left behind, and we quickly disappeared into the black and stagnant Juhunling miasma.
"Daddy, let's go.
That Miyamoto kid is always tied up there," Bai Mei asked curiously.
Huang Changshou said: "No, after half an hour, the ghost hand will recede."
Then he asked me again: "Rong'er, I heard that you defeated Zhao Wushuang and won the championship in the fighting competition.
Zhao Wushuang is not easy."
I nodded: "Yes, my pure Yang physique is not afraid of thunder and lightning.
At that time, I used a thunder talisman from the disciple of Longhu Mountain to continuously attract thunder energy.
Even though Zhao Wushuang was powerful, he could not withstand the continuous force of nature.
The power of thunder.”
"Haha, that's great, that's great.
Just take advantage of others and use your strength."
Huang Changshou said with a satisfied smile.
"However," he changed the topic and said, "At that time, you were comparing the Celestial Master's skills.
In terms of the Earth Master's abilities, you were far inferior to him."
"Is Zhao Wushuang, who is an Earth Master, also an Earth Master?"
I asked in surprise.
Huang Changshou nodded: "Of course, earth masters originally seek good luck and avoid evil, control feng shui, catch monsters and subjugate ghosts, and support justice, but there are also people with evil intentions who specialize in the dark side of earth masters, such as Zhao Wushuang, You Shan The art of raising ghosts by mercury children was mixed into Siam and promoted this sect, and the Heavenly Corpse Sect in China is also of the same type."
He paused and continued: "Actually, among the two masters of heaven and earth, there are negative derivation.
For example, the original authentic Maoshan Tao of Tianshi has derived the branch of demon refining witchcraft.
It was originally used to catch demons and subjugate ghosts, but now it is harmful to people.
Well, Maoshan Demon Sect is a typical representative.”
"Maoshan Demon Sect" I gasped.
I had never heard of this name before.
I had only heard of Maoshan Taoist priests before.
Those were all decent Taoist priests.
"It's true that this is a hidden sect.
It usually doesn't show off to the public, but hides in high mountains and deep gorges, doing shady things," Huang Changshou said. 8":