Huang Xiaolong and his big guy came to the foot of Dayan Mountain.

At this time, under the reflection of a cold moon, the entire Dayan Mountain was already covered in a deep haze.

This layer of haze is naturally the ghostly spirit that is crying and complaining, making the ground seem to be frozen within a few miles.

"Oh, it's here." Huang Xiaolong smiled. "Let's go up the mountain quickly. I can't wait!"

At that moment, Huang Xiaolong walked quickly towards Dayan Mountain in front.

The ghostly spirit that travels through the smog.

A rugged and sloppy path winds upwards.

At this moment, I saw ghosts and ghosts lined up the mountain in an orderly manner, whispering to each other, discussing privately, and screaming... It was like being here to attend a grand event!

At the foot of the mountain, an old ghost was hunched over, wearing a purple dress, and said to Huang Xiaolong with a smile. "Sir Ghost King, where are you from? Where are your invitation letters?"

This old ghost was skinless and kept stinking yin blood from his body. It turned out to be a skinned evil ghost.

"Hehe~" Huang Xiaolong grinned. "I am the Ghost King of the Binhai... Invitation letter? I have already thrown away? How? Without the invitation letter, I can't go up the mountain?"

As he said that, a cruel murderous intent flashed through Huang Xiaolong's eyes, and he stared at the skinned old ghost.

The old ghost shivered and said with a smile. "It turns out that it is the Ghost King of Binhai... Please, Lord Ghost King, please go up the mountain and go up the mountain... The conference is about to begin..."

"Hmph!" Huang Xiaolong snorted coldly, and then took the big guy up the mountain with a swagger.

"Wow," Xiaohong said in the back. "Young Master, you are so awesome. You have indeed been in, and you have indeed been in..."

"Little fox, shut up!" Huang Xiaolong glared at Xiaohong.

Ma Chuxia looked up all the eyes, and all the ghosts were evil spirits. There were ghosts of this type, such as burning, starving, swelling, beautiful ghosts, drowning ghosts, ghost kings... strange shapes and varied, which made people unable to see.

"Xiaolong, the ghosts here are really all-encompassing. They not only cover all kinds of known species, but also have some unheard of... Eye-opening, this time it's really eye-opening." Ma Chuxia was amazed. "You can compile an encyclopedia."

After a while, Huang Xiaolong took the big guy to the top of the mountain.

There is a flat open space on the top of the mountain, surrounded by ghosts and ghosts. The weakest one is also the blue-clothed evil spirit. There are countless purple-clothed evil spirits. Even the ghost kings who usually lie dormant like dragons and will not show up easily!

So many evil spirits and fierce ghosts gathered together, and the anger, resentment, and ghost energy emitted from the ghost body condensed into a series of wolf smoke, rising into the sky, blocking the night sky. A scene of sad clouds and mist that was almost the end of the world was rendered.

These evil ghosts are eyeing them in their eyes and are distorted with greed.

Huang Xiaolong and the big guy took a random open space to sit down and observed with interest.

In the middle of this huge open space, a platform was built. On the platform, there were many tiger-headed beasts, beast-headed and human bodies, helmets on their heads, holding stone axes in both hands, and a very ferocious stone statue.

And on the platform, there were many ghost kings standing.

These ghost kings, each wearing ancient Chinese costumes, seems to be old ghosts who are a little old.

"Young Master!" Qingqing and Xiao Hong exclaimed at the same time. "Young Master, look, the ghost on the platform, the clothes we wear... that is... that we have seen in Bermuda..."

"Hehe, it's interesting." Huang Xiaolong nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly. The costumes worn by the ghost kings on the platform were the costumes of sailors during the Ming Dynasty! To be precise, they were dressed by Zheng He's subordinates in the murals seen in the Bermuda sea area, on that island, in Zheng He's mansion!

Together with Zheng He, he held a banquet in the mansion, cooked and eaten mermaids, exterminated, cruel and greedy sailors!!!

"Young Master, Zheng He!" Qingqing and Xiaohong both said in a trembling voice.

"I seem to know... it was it... it was it... hahahaha~" A playful expression appeared in Huang Xiaolong's eyes and murmured. "Maybe... I really searched for it without any effort... Look, we have all seen the ghost kings in sailor suits on the platform in the murals... At the beginning, they ate mermaids, but they ate happily. Unexpectedly, they actually returned to China from overseas, trying to stir up the wind and rain..."

Now, Huang Xiaolong knew it. The so-called "overseas ghost immortal" who hosted the Ten Thousand Ghosts Conference behind this scenes is probably Zheng He!

Huang Xiaolong promised to wrap around the black knife, the wisp of the mermaid's thought would definitely kill Zheng He and avenge the mermaid's clan. Originally, Huang Xiaolong was worried about the vast ocean and was going to find Zheng He. It was difficult, but now, Zheng He actually took the initiative to return to China!

For Huang Xiaolong, this is like a sleepy pillow, just right!

However, until this moment, Zheng He did not show up.

It seems that it regards itself as the finale and will not appear until the last moment.

"Don't be anxious. Be calm, be calm." Huang Xiaolong said to Qingqing and Xiaohong with excitement on his face.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong leisurely observed the ghosts around him.

There is no doubt that the most terrifying group of evil ghosts in China have gathered here.

However

"Hmm?" Huang Xiaolong's calm expression suddenly froze!

Moved!

Huang Xiaolong was a little moved!

Ma Chuxia said horrifiedly, "Xiaolong, what's wrong with you?"

Ma Chuxia knows his manly temperament very well. No matter what dangers he encounters, his own man can always face it with laughter and deal with it easily.

But at this moment, Ma Chuxia clearly felt that Huang Xiaolong's emotions had a slight fluctuation!

Huang Xiaolong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his nose moved a few times.

Immediately, I opened my eyes and the light flashed!

"Hehehe, I feel it..." A cluster of excited flames burned in Huang Xiaolong's eye sockets. "That's right!"

"Xiaolong, what... nothing wrong? What do you feel?" Ma Chuxia became more and more surprised.

"That trace of evil spirit hidden deep..." Huang Xiaolong smiled. "My little wife is the breath of the Holy clan..."

"Ah!" Ma Chuxia quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

After several seconds, Ma Chuxia moved his hand away and lowered his voice. "There are...the voice clans...come in..."

"So, this Ten Thousand Ghosts Conference not only covers all kinds of evil ghosts in the world, but also overseas ghost immortals..." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. "There is even a Holy clan... This time, it's really a job!"

There is a way that people die for ghosts and ghosts die for their holy things. Ghosts fear the holy things, just like people fear the ghosts!

It can be said that Voice is the nemesis of ghosts! Ghosts are afraid of Voice, and Voice likes to eat ghosts the most!

Ghost is a first-class delicacy for Hokkien!

Huang Xiaolong really wants to laugh a little! He wants to laugh out loud!

The overseas ghost immortal returned to China with a deliberate attitude, summoned the evil ghosts from all over the world, and held this grand event.

The wishful thinking was very loud.

But it misses two most critical key points

First, there is still a cloudy emperor in this world, and the underworld has not disappeared!

Second, it attracted the voice that ghosts fear the most!

Even the ghost immortal has a kind of fear in his bones about the sound!

And when the Holy Flow sneaks in, he undoubtedly comes to hunt!

It is afraid it will have a full meal! There are so many delicious food here!

"I don't know if the prince of the Hokage clan is here..." Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but feel excited.

The Holy clan is also the object that Huang Xiaolong wants to eliminate. It is hidden very deeply and is hard to come by. Unexpectedly, he also came this time...

Huang Xiaolong can catch them all in one go!

"This time, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole are behind." Ma Chuxia also felt quite thrilling.

After pausing, Ma Chuxia said, "Little Dragon, it is really not easy for Voice to be mixed with these evil spirits and not be discovered... Can you see through its disguise?"

"My little wife, I'm too lazy to look for it now, it will naturally jump out later." Huang Xiaolong smiled playfully.

One after another, many evil spirits went up the mountain.

Until the number of evil ghosts on the mountain reached tens of thousands, it was basically all.

Standing on the platform, a ghost king wearing a Ming Dynasty sailor suit smiled sinisterly and said loudly. "Welcome to everyone! On behalf of my elders, I would like to welcome you. Today... My elders hold this ten thousand ghost conference, which is of far-reaching significance!"

On the mountain, the chirping and ghost cries came to an abrupt end.

Countless pairs of ghost eyes were staring at the platform, staring at the ghost king who was talking.

"The way of heaven collapses! The world is corrupt!" The Ghost King's voice was hoarse and sharp. "This is a Dharma-Ending Age! This is an era that belongs to us! The underworld has long been in name only, without the Yin Emperor, without the King of Hell, without the cow head and horse face, without the black and white impermanence, and even a small ghost messenger... We should not be subject to any restrictions anymore!"

The Ghost King's speech directly exaggerated the atmosphere.

The ghosts and ghosts present all started to scream, raising their arms and cheering, like a group of demons dancing around.

"We don't have to enter the cycle of reincarnation! The world of the world will become our paradise! Those fresh and tender people will also become our food... Hehehe, this time, we will formulate rules and select an "emperor" to lead us to dominate the world!!!" The ghost king roared.

Select emperors and rule the evil spirits in the world!

"Amitabha" At this time, a bald monk, Ghost King, stood up, and its ghost energy swept out like a sandstorm. Purple arcs and black ghost energy lingered together, making a hissing sound, which contained countless crying sounds of the dead souls, but its ghost body always swallowed the overflowing ghost energy back and did not affect the surroundings.

However, its momentum is unfathomable and terrifying.

Next to this bald monk Ghost King, there were many monks wearing purple monk robes sitting, each with gloomy faces.

The bald monk Ghost King smiled sinisterly, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand. Each rosary is a skull shape. It smiled. "I am a monk, Yizhen, Fozhou City, you are right. In the Dharma-Ending Age, we should take charge of the world, recommend the emperor of the ghost, and plan for strategy. This is what everyone hopes for. However, this emperor of the ghost is not your final say~"

"Hehe, these guys are going to compete for the 'throne'," the fox demon queen said to Huang Xiaolong from the side. "It seems that they are going to have internal strife... we can just sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight."

Just then

"Hahahaha~ Yes, whoever is to be the emperor of the ghost must depend on who has the strongest strength..." A man's voice filled with fairy spirit floated over from far to near.

When I said the first word, it seemed like I was still thousands of miles away, but after I said the last word, it seemed like I had already arrived on the mountain!

"It's him!!! It's him!"

Suddenly, a black knife in Huang Xiaolong's arms began to tremble inexplicably!

The mermaid's thought roared in Huang Xiaolong's mind, and there was a huge amount of hatred in his voice. "He is here! He is here!"

At the same time, the air rippled on the platform, and a man walked out of the ripples like a leisurely stroll.

This person looks like a Chinese race. He is middle-aged, wearing a white five-clawed dragon robe, a cicada wing crown, a white face, without a beard, with both hands on his back, pointing to the country, heroic posture, straight as a sword, and a trace of fairy spirit emitted from his body. Even a fairy spirit filled with the smell of sandalwood fragrance spreads out of his body.

"Zheng He?" Huang Xiaolong's pupils contracted slightly.
Chapter completed!