Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty The Ghost King Ridge(2/2)
Like a woman murmuring in her sleep, the cold and malicious eyes of the Crow appeared vaguely in front of her eyes.
Well, this is marked for revenge later.
Good!
Luo Guan smiled, Sister Daxi's plan to grow leeks was successful again.
Compared to the Messenger of the Ghost Realm, this Dark Crow looks a little easier to cut.
As for the trouble...
There are too many lice but it doesn't itch. Even if the messenger from the ghost world is cut off, this crow is not missing.
The Ghost King of Ghost King Ridge was so frightened that the Dark Crow was hammered to pieces on the spot and eaten clean.
escape!
Must escape!
"Young ones, come on!"
Whoosh——
He turned and ran.
It turns out that Lao Liu has his roots, but the ghosts in the Bone Hall were not fooled.
Fuck your mother! Fuck you!
This ferocious human monk will die if he goes to kill him, so he had better run for his life.
For a time, countless ghostly spirits rose into the sky and rushed in all directions.
On Luo Guan's wrist, the fierce hair suddenly spurted out, with endless cold air.
The dark crow that had been killed unexpectedly resurfaced, opening its mouth wide and letting out a cry.
The next moment, all the fleeing ghosts on the Ghost King Ridge exploded in the air one by one, turned into billowing black gas, roared in, and merged into the Dark Crow's body.
Chapter completed!