I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 533 Feixian (seeking subscription monthly pass)

No one knows exactly when this "person" appeared here.

And in what way it appeared.

he came.

Then came.

Seems like a nonsense.

But Jiang Zhou could only think of one sentence to describe it.

Shi Gongxu, who had almost lost his energy, also struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and saluted the "person", not daring to show his breath.

The same is true for the rest of the Judge Yinshen.

"Hey, where's your baby? Where's your 'adult'? If you have any tricks, use them quickly and don't hide them, or we'll have to confess here today."

When Lin Shushu's voice came, it was no longer casual as before, even a little nervous, and his expression became dignified.

Jiang Zhou's heart sank a little.

This "person" gave him the feeling that he was no weaker than the epileptic beggar monk, Dafan Baoyue, and others.

Even more of an indescribable weirdness, which is frightening for no reason.

"Hehehe."

This weird "person" suddenly turned his face, with a kind smile on his face, and let out a few kind laughter.

"Sword Master Lin, don't worry."

He seemed to have penetrated into Lin Shushu's sound transmission, and "heard" his spirit.

With a slight smile, he turned his face to Jiang Zhou: "I came here to discuss something with this Lord Jiang at the order of the Majesty, and there is no malice in it."

Immediately, Lin Shushu slowly floated back a few feet, let Jiang Zhou out, looked up at the sky, and looked like someone else.

Jiang Zhou clearly sensed that he had already focused his attention on defense, and withdrew the icy sword energy that was hidden in his body and was ready to go.

This cripple...

Write down this account secretly, and find a chance to tender him when you go back.

Seriously said: "This..."

The weird History of the Palace of the West Monarch seemed to be able to read people's hearts, and without any gaps, he said, "So, His Highness Xijun's long history, Wei Wubing."

Wei Wubing smiled warmly and said, "Master Jiang can just call a certain name directly."

Although the "person" was smiling, and the smile was very gentle, Jiang Zhou still felt an uncontrollable chill rushing from his heart.

Taking a breath, Jiang Zhou cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I've met Wei Changshi."

Wei Wubing hugged the wat and bowed his body.

Meticulous and courteous.

Even the most obstinate and old-fashioned ritual officials can't find any faults.

"I don't know what Wei Changshi said about the 'discussion'...?"

Wei Wubing swept Shi Gongxu and all the ghosts and gods in the hall with a smile.

Including spirits and ghosts outside the temple.

He came here and did not hide.

It can be seen clearly from the outside.

Wherever their eyes passed, these ghosts and gods all lowered their bodies lower one after another.

His awe is not much different from Shicai's Hanyuan Jinque.

No.

On the Hanyuan Jinque, these ghosts and gods, including Shi Gongxu, are far more fearful than respectful.

But in front of this "person", there is more respect than fear.

Compared with kneeling on the Golden Tower to be awed by the majesty of the Emperor and the majesty of the Golden Tower, this time it is more like bowing from the heart.

Even the spirits and ghosts outside the hall bowed their heads, not daring to vent their spirits.

Wei Wubing didn't seem to pay attention to the worship of the ghosts and gods, and the ghosts outside the temple.

I don't care or step on it, but including Shi Gongxu, there is no dissatisfaction.

Just kneeling obediently.

Wei Wubing scanned for a week, and finally his eyes fell on behind Jiang Zhou, the four powerful Vajras with phases, gods and demons.

There was no concealment of admiration in his eyes, and he immediately fell on the locked ghost king.

Holding the black wat in both hands, he gave a slight salute to Jiang Zhou, and then stretched out a finger: "I was ordered by the majesty to ask Lord Jiang for a favor. This is this unworthy evil spirit."

Jiang Zhou frowned secretly.

He couldn't figure out what the other party meant.

Although Wei Wubing had made it clear what he wanted to do.

But he always felt that it was not so simple.

A "mere" ghost king deserves the attention of a ghost king?
Still sending such an incredible "character" to ask for it in person?
Thoughts turned in my heart, and I said: "It's a discussion, not a forced request?"

"Hehehe, Mr. Jiang is worrying too much."

Wei Wubing shook his head and smiled, and bowed to the north: "Your Majesty Jiang is a fifth-rank official in the current dynasty, and a certain one is the god of the underworld. Even the majesty is sealed by His Majesty the Emperor, so he can be regarded as an official in the same dynasty."

"Daji's laws are strict, and Yin's laws do not tolerate slight insults. How dare you say the word forceful? It is indeed a discussion."

Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "Since it's a discussion, maybe I can't say anything?"

Shi Gongxu, who was kneeling in the hall, couldn't help but raised his head and glared at Jiang Zhou.

Although the ghosts outside the temple lowered their heads, their hearts trembled secretly.

They all secretly scolded this son for not knowing what is good or bad.

"Ok?"

Wei Wubing made a soft sound through his nose.

Shi Gongxu immediately bowed his head again.

Many ghosts outside the temple also dare not slander.

Only then did Wei Wubing smile at Jiang Zhou and said, "It doesn't matter."

Jiang Zhou nodded, looked left and right, and immediately said to Lin Shushu who was floating far behind: "Brother Lin, can I borrow your sword?"

Lin Shushu looked puzzled.

But at this time, it is not good to continue to act as a passerby, and twitched his fingers full of doubts.

One was somewhat similar to Jiang Zhou's Ice Soul Cold Light Sword. The ice jade-like sword flew out of his arms, twirled in the air, and then turned into a three-foot long sword and landed in front of Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou reached out to hold it, looked at it a few times, stroked the blade again, and praised: "Good sword."

Lin Shushu rolled his eyes and frowned again, trying to see what he wanted.

Jiang Zhou held the sword in his hand and flicked it with his fingers.

Suddenly, his casual expression changed, becoming harsh, cold, and lofty.

Like the wind blowing through the nine heavens.

In the next moment, in an instant, the eyes of many ghosts and ghosts in the hall and outside the hall involuntarily narrowed.

Because they saw a sword light.

That sword light was too bright, too dazzling, too eye-catching.

Just for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, he felt that there was only that person and that ray of sword light left in the world.

Like a flying fairy coming to the dust, the divine sword comes to the world.

Falling to the world from nine days away.

Touch it and it's gone.

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

Lin Shushu opened his eyes wide and cried out.

He is very familiar with this sword.

When I was in the mountain world, I saw "Chu Liuxiang" envoy with my own eyes.

However, the same sword was used by Jiang Zhou, but it was completely different from that of "Chu Liuxiang" back then.

Jiangzhou is the sky, and "Chu Liuxiang" is the earth.

It's too far away.

"Flying Immortal..."

All the ghosts and monsters murmured or muttered silently in their hearts.

They all involuntarily came up with the same idea: a sword is like a man, and a man is like his name.

When all the "people" came back to their senses, they found a sword mark appeared on the ghost king with empty belly.

From the curly hair all over his head, across his old face, through his empty stomach, to his lower abdomen, like a slow-moving disease, the dark ghostly spirit gushes out from it.

That is the soul essence of the Xudu Ghost King.

In a short while, the other end of the chain dragged by the hands of the four Hercules, there was only a black skeleton of more than three feet left.

The "people" were horrified.

I was shocked by that sword, but also because of this skeleton.

The Ghost King of Xudu is a kind of ghost, but he has already managed to cultivate such a bone body.

This kind of cultivation is not much worse than the real third-rank true cultivation.

He was still killed by this person with a sword!
(End of this chapter)