Shen Lang naturally couldn't imagine that the guys were so straightforward and slutty. Just as he was about to curse, he heard them calling Nalan Ziyan "the boss lady" together and said secretly...

Who knew that the imagined "tigress went down the mountain" situation did not happen...

Nalan Ziyan just snorted lightly, walked to the side of the Ghost King, patted him and said, "Old ghost, you have been wasting our time for so long. Don't have to continue to torture now. Now I'll send us on the road... Bah, send us to the sad swamp!"

The Ghost King said a little flattered: "Yes, come on, bring my baby up. I will go to the Swamp with my boss!"

A group of little ghosts in the distance immediately cheered and brought something up.

This object is bronze in color, with rust on it, but it carved many strange words, which are the coffin board of the bronze ancient coffin that was split by Shen Lang before.

Nalan Ziyan's pretty face was immediately covered with black lines and almost ran away.

She turned red with her face and asked coldly: "Old ghost, is this thing you are talking about? Are you going to use this coffin board to lift us?"

The Ghost King was startled when he saw her face, but he didn't understand what went wrong.

"This... Boss lady, the treasure I am talking about is this coffin board. This object was obtained in the depths of the dark forest. It has amazing defense. Look, the boss was so powerful at that time that he cut off the ancient bronze coffin with one knife. The coffin board was not broken. This is a good thing. And this object is luxurious and elegant..."

"Bang!"

Nalan Ziyan almost got crazy and kicked the coffin board away with one foot. Then he saw the coffin board fly directly to the Yinfeng Crypt, and then fell into the Yinfeng Crypt.

The Ghost King was stunned, and the next second, he howled, and flew out, trying to get the coffin board back.

Unfortunately, I was one step slower and was bombarded by the Xuanyin energy in the Yinfeng Cry.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The grievance that the Ghost King suffered during this period finally broke out at this time, crying so sadly that it was so shaking. Meng Jiangnu would feel ashamed of herself when she saw it.

"Enough!" Shen Lang finally couldn't stand it: "Your coffin board is at best a spiritual weapon of third and fourth grade. As for crying like this? I want to use the coffin board to lift me. She is very nice to you. I just wanted to chop you with a knife."

"..." The Ghost King's cry came to an abrupt end.

"You have now advanced to the Xuanwu Realm, what else can compare with this? Besides, I am a weapon refiner. What is a mere third-grade and fourth-grade spiritual weapon? I will create a complete set of equipment for you to arm you to your teeth the next day!"

"I...I understand, thank you, boss, I will never dare to do it again."

When the old ghost thought of advancing to the Xuanwu Realm, he felt much more happy, but he still missed the coffin board, but he just didn't dare to say it out again.

Shen Lang suddenly stared at Gu and looked at Gu Yi's heart and said, "Old ghost, what did you use to temper their bones to this level?"

"Hehehehe!" The Ghost King immediately smiled proudly: "Come on, young people, get a sedan chair for the boss. I want to take the boss to a place."

...

In the dark forest, a group of ghosts were running fast, carrying a sedan chair woven with rattans and other wovens.

Wherever you go, the yin energy is overwhelming and the dust is rising everywhere.

The various monsters and poisonous insects in the forest immediately avoided the distance and did not dare to get close to them.

Shen Lang was lying on the sedan chair, closing his eyes to rest.

He used the burst secret technique many times before, and used the Breaking Silver Eyes many times. In the end, he used his body as a medium to transmit the Xuanyin energy to the point of being extremely tired.

Now he is not only very weak in body, but also exhausts his spiritual power and his sea of ​​consciousness is dry and resting...

Fortunately, with the help of the Ghost King and the Four Bone Demons, I took this opportunity to have a good rest.

He lay in the sedan chair and closed his eyes to rest, while the Ghost King turned into a small ball of black ball attached to his shoulders to protect him.

As for Nalan Ziyan and the four bone demons, they were much more happy. They were drinking in the Fengtian Ding at this moment.

The small piece of space in the Fengtian Ding has changed its appearance at this time.

A small wooden house was built, and a thick layer of soil was even laid around it, and various flowers and plants were planted on it.

This was all caused by Nalan Ziyan's orders to deal with the four bone demons and the Ghost King.

The Ghost King originally cut down a big tree and built an exquisite coffin for himself. He also placed the coffin outside Nalan Ziyan's courtyard. However, Nalan Ziyan saw it and stepped on it into pieces after a few steps. He never dared to make any coffin again.

On the grass in the small courtyard, there were several jars of spirit stones and a large pile of spirit stones. Nalan Ziyan and four bone demons formed a circle.

This strong wine is made of special spiritual medicine. After drinking it, the ghost is still drunk and can't find it.

As for this spirit stone, it was distributed by Shen Lang to the four bone demons. One bone demon has a thousand pieces, which is used for practice in a short period of time.

Nalan Ziyan asked the question, asked Bone Four, how many suns are there in the sky? Bone Four answered one;

Ask Gu San, how many months are in the sky? Gu San answers one;

Ask Gu 2, which one is bigger, the sun or the moon? Gu 2 answers that the sun is bigger;

It's Gu Yi's turn, Nalan Ziyan asked, how many stars are in the sky?

The bone hummed for a long time and didn't say a word.

Nalan Ziyan pushed a jar of wine over: "Drink!"

As he said that, he pulled a pile of spirit stones in front of Gu Yi and him.

Nalan Ziyan continued to ask questions, asking about the four bones, how many heads the seven-winged centipede has, and answered one;

Ask the third bone, how many eyes are the seven-winged centipede, and answer two;

Ask the bone 2, how many tentacles of the seven-winged centipede have, and answer two;

Gu Yi suddenly understood and said hurriedly: "Slow down! You can't ask me how many legs the seven-winged centipede has..."

Nalan Ziyan snorted coldly and said, "Then what else can I ask?"

Gu Yi tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "As long as it is a number, you can't ask."

Nalan Ziyan sneered and asked, "The seven-winged centipede has 56 legs in total. Which one should I take when walking?"

"..." Gu Yi sucked a jar of strong wine in, and there were a lot of spirit stones in front of him.

Nalan Ziyan continued to ask Gu Si: "How tall am I?"

Gu Si glanced at Nalan Ziyan and replied calmly: "One meter 75."

Ask Gu San: "How long is my hair?"

Gu San answered: "Two feet two."

...

Nalan Ziyan looked at Gu Yi and sneered: "What else can I ask?"

Gu Yi tilted his head and thought for a while, saying, "You can't ask how many hairs I have. Anyway, you can't ask the numbers, and you can't ask the leg when walking."

Nalan Ziyan nodded and asked, "Whose hair is the thickest?"

"..." There were a lot of spirit stones in front of Gu Yi and others missing.

The spirit stone I just got was not heated up yet, and half of it was missing after two thrusts. I was about to cry without tears.

At this time, Shen Lang, who was resting with his eyes closed, could not bear to watch it anymore. His voice sounded from the Fengtian Ding and said, "Hey, I have cultivated those spirit stones for them. Is it a bit too much for you to bully them like this?"

Nalan Ziyan smiled slightly and said, "I just saw that their heads were not very good enough, so I can help you train their heads. Besides, I'm very fair. Haven't you seen that the other few have never lost spirit stones. Only this one worked hard when chasing you, so he lost a little... Anla, anyway, you've gotten rich, there are more spirit stones, and I don't care about this little bit."

"..." Shen Lang was speechless.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, it is a very terrifying thing to be hated by a woman.

Gu looked at the few spirit stones in front of him and cried: "Boss, the guy who worked hardest has been shaken to ashes by the boss's magic weapon. It's not me..."

"I mean, besides the one who died, you work the most hard. Do you dare to deny it?" Nalan Ziyan's face was full of murderous aura.

The bone fell to the ground with a buzzing sound, not knowing whether it was angry, scared, or drunk.

...

"Boss, it's this." The ghost king's gloomy voice suddenly rang out.

Shen Lang, who kept deducing the Nine-Turn Life and Death Mystery with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. In the night, there were thunder and lightning flashes in his eyes.

A group of ghosts carried Shen Langfengchi at lightning. It took most of the day to go there, and it took noon tonight before reaching here.

This is the cliff edge of a mountain.

Looking up, there was a waterfall a hundred feet high a hundred meters away. It poured down from the top of the peak and poured into a river under the cliff. It rumbling like thunder. The water vapor from all directions was misty, fog was everywhere, and it was floating and unstable.

The river flow under the cliff surging eastward, like a dragon with its teeth, dancing and claws rising and falling, constantly roaring hideously.

Shen Lang's eyes did not stay on the waterfall on the right for long, but he turned toward a line of sky far to the left.

There are one or two narrow stone alleys formed by high cliff walls in this line of sky, which are only two meters wide and only half a meter narrow, and can only allow one person to pass through.

"The cold pond you are talking about is on the other end of this line of sky?"

Feeling the cold air released from the first ray of sky, Shen Lang said with a serious expression.

It was deep winter at this time, but the dark forest was not very cold. When Shen Lang reached the Lingwu Realm, he was basically invincible with cold and heat. However, when he arrived at this line of sky, he felt like he was walking on the snow barefoot when he was a child.

The coldness is bone-bone!

The Ghost King floated in the air and said respectfully: "Yes, the Cold Pond is on the other end of the Yishitian. The coldness inside is so cold that it is strange and unpredictable. Even if I can only stay in it for three hours at most, these little ghosts cannot get close to Yishitian for a hundred feet."

Shen Lang turned over and jumped down, and walked towards Yishitian and said, "Let them go apart, just follow me in."

This ray of sky is indeed the magical art of nature. People walk in it and look up at the sky, and there is only one thread left in the sky.
To be continued...