He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The last Celestial Master's physical attacks all possess pure Yang energy.

Even without using any magical techniques, this kick, imbued with powerful energy, is enough to create a perfect physical collision with the spirit.

The kick to the ghost felt extremely smooth.

Zhou Laoliu was completely unprepared and was kicked forward, rolling and crawling twice on the frost-covered grass.

"Holy crap!"

Zhou Laoliu let out a scream and scrambled to his feet.

When he turned around, he saw Yang Guang, and his pale, ghostly face immediately underwent a complete 360-degree transformation.

From a look of terror, she instantly switched to an extremely fawning smile.

He rubbed his hands together.

He was hunched over.

They approached, bowing and scraping.

"Celestial Master!"

"Are you alright, sir?"

"That sword strike was absolutely stunning!"

"That style, that presence!"

"My admiration for you, old man, is beyond words!"

Yang Guang impatiently interrupted his spellcasting: "Alright, alright, shut your mouth and stop flattering me."

"Put your hands down, what are you pretending to be, this innocent young man while covering your face?"

"Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?"

Zhou Laoliu coughed dryly, obediently put his hand down, and nervously tugged at the hem of his shiny silk burial robe.

His face was all smiles, but he couldn't hide the guilt in his eyes: "Master."

"Um..."

"The road to the underworld has been blown up."

"Even the underworld messengers have run away."

"Can I go back to my grave and rest now?"

"It's the middle of the night, even my old bones can't take this much tossing and turning."

Yang Guang crossed his arms and sneered, "Back to the graveyard?"

"You've got a pretty big heart."

"That black hand could even crush heavenly lightning; they wiped out all seventy-plus ghosts in one fell swoop."

Do you think they would leave anyone alive when they do something?

"You're the only eyewitness in the entire cemetery!"

"The fact that they didn't scatter your ashes is a testament to how cleanly you were cremated!"

Zhou Laoliu was completely stunned.

The composure I had just managed to maintain shattered instantly.

The translucent body began to tremble uncontrollably again.

The two rows of ghostly teeth clattered together: "Then... what do we do?"

"Master, you can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

"I haven't lived enough... no, I haven't died enough!"

"I've only been a ghost for a few years; my good days are just beginning!"

Yang Guang sighed and said, "Alright, alright."

"I'm not seeing you off today."

"There's definitely something fishy about this underworld access route; the network cables have all been tampered with."

"At least not now."

"Sending you down now would be a complete waste; there's a 100% chance you'll be intercepted halfway there."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Laoliu instantly regained his composure.

The originally pale ghost face even glowed with a hint of excited red light.

That was incredibly exciting!

As long as I don't go down there, I can still be a player.

Hahaha!

He bowed repeatedly, his back almost touching the ground, saying, "Thank you, Celestial Master!"

"I will never forget the great kindness and virtue of the Celestial Master!"

"As long as they don't send me to be beaten by the King of Hell, I'll do anything in the mortal world!"

"From now on, if you point east, I'll never go west!"

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "Anything is fine with you, right?"

"OK."

"Let's sign the contract first. Consider it your entrustment to me: to protect your safety and, ultimately, to get you down safely."

"sign!"

"I'll sign whatever they say!"

talking.

Without hesitation, Zhou Laoliu pressed his fingerprint.

Upon seeing this, Yang Guang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

It can make up for some of the losses.

Yang Guang put the contract away and pulled a crumpled yellow talisman from his pocket.

Hold the talisman between your index and middle fingers, and then flick your wrist forward.

With a slight whooshing sound, the yellow talisman was placed directly on the center of Zhou Laoliu's forehead.

"what!"

Zhou Laoliu let out a short scream.

The entire ghost instantly shrank, turning into a wisp of green smoke, which was forcibly sucked into the yellow talisman.

Yang Guang caught the talisman paper that was falling lightly and slowly folded it into a small triangle.

He turned around and waved to Er Lengzi: "Er Lengzi, come here."

Er Lengzi immediately reverted to his foolish self, strutting forward, mouth agape, tongue lolling out wildly, his tail wagging like a propeller.

Yang Guang opened the tattered canvas bag that had been washed until it was white.

From the bottom layer, they found a small brass bell engraved with Taoist inscriptions.

This bell can not only soothe the soul, but also firmly lock away any yin energy from leaking out.

He forcefully stuffed the folded yellow talisman into the gap of the bell.

Then he found a red rope and tied the bell securely around Er Lengzi's dog's neck.

I even tugged on it twice to make sure it was securely tied.

After finishing all this, Yang Guang patted the dust off his hands.

The sound of Zhou Laoliu's bewilderment came from the bell.

Only Yang Guang and Er Lengzi could hear the sound.

"A Celestial Master?"

"Where am I?"

"Why is it so dark?"

"Oh dear, the space is so cramped."

"And why does this place smell so strongly of dog odor?"

Yang Guang put his hands back into his pockets and said cheerfully, "On the dog's neck."

"From today onwards, you'll be Er Lengzi's personal accessory."

"Stay put in the bell and don't make a sound."

"It's covered by Er Lengzi's pure dog-like aura, plus the seal of my copper bell."

"Even if that mastermind turns the whole mountain upside down, they still won't find you."

"This is a super VIP privilege room that will save your life."

The sound from the bell paused for a full five seconds, then erupted into a pig-like scream.

"What the hell?"

"A pendant?"

"I am Zhou Laoliu, the dignified sixth son!"

"The underworld sea god who has over forty consorts!"

"A respectable person who wore a gold watch in life and was dressed in silk after death!"

"You want me to be an accessory for a dog?"

"Celestial Master, you might as well just strike me dead with lightning!"

Er Lengzi was immediately displeased upon hearing this. It turned halfway around on the ground, raised one front paw, and vigorously flicked the bell on its neck twice.

The bell rang out with a clear, tinkling sound.

Er Lengzi grinned, and a strong Northeastern accent wafted out.

"What's wrong!"

"Brother, you're still not happy?"

"Have you been wronged working for Dog Master?"

"Back then, that Kumanthong from Thailand, I just ate it in one bite!"

"You old man, you should be grateful you're still living in a single room, all intact!"

The bell went completely silent.

Zhou Laoliu's eloquent mouth was so frightened into silence by this gluttonous husky that he shut up.

Our values ​​are undergoing a devastating reshaping.

Yang Guang was too lazy to pay attention to the two creatures, the ghost and the dog. He bent down, picked up the lightning-struck jujube wood sword from the ground, stuffed it haphazardly into his canvas bag, and zipped it up.

He then walked to the roadside and picked up the soul-snatching rope that the underworld messenger had left behind.

I really lost a lot of money today.

But with the Soul-Hooking Rope and Zhou Laoliu's entrustment, some of the losses can be made up for.

I swung the Soul-Hooking Rope a couple of times and it felt pretty good in my hand.

Not bad.

This can be considered a powerful tool.

After all, this is a divine artifact from the underworld, and not just anyone can get their hands on it.

Although we lost some money, we still gained a little something.

Yang Guang casually tied the Soul-Hooking Rope around his waist as a belt, turned around and stared deeply at the place before calling Er Lengzi to go down the mountain!

But this isn't over yet!