A bunch of dark clouds that were hundreds of feet suddenly exploded from the top of the mountain. The strong demonic aura soared into the sky. Even the yin energy that filled the mountain gave people a more dense feeling in an instant.

Dark clouds rolled from the top of the main peak of Fangcun Mountain toward the bottom of the mountain. From a distance, it looked like an ancient general on the battlefield led a large army to raid thousands of miles.

Ying Kuanhuai watched the demon clouds go down as if they were mountain torrents, and said to Lin Qingyu beside him: "The show seems to be bigger than before."

The Taoist priests outside Fangcun Mountain also felt the unusual movements and stillness of Fangcun Mountain's main peak. The powerful demonic energy made many Taoist priests who were very high-profile once again understand that Fangcun Mountain has been so quiet that it has been so quiet for so many years.

Zhenren Daoming opened his eyes slightly from entering into meditation, looked at Fangcunshan from afar and sighed slightly: "Although the Ghost King's Coffin is just a matter cultivation, he has reached such a state..."

The real person of Longhushan, who has always been popular, also frowned and looked at Fangcunshan's direction, and secretly planned to escape immediately now. After all, there was a very angry feeling in that powerful demonic aura.

Many people originally planned to go to the periphery of Fangcunshan again today to have a magical competition with the little monsters in Fangcunshan. They also found that their bodies were somewhat uncomfortable because of the powerful demon power on Fangcunshan. They planned to postpone the "scrap" meeting held every day during this period.

When King Xuantian Xie saw the scene of appearing on Fangcun Mountain, he knew that the Ghost King Coffin had come out in person. He looked at Lin Suyu and Ying Kuanhuai beside him in confusion, why was the Ghost King Coffin mixed with anger?

Many monsters with very low cultivation levels cannot detect the anger in the demonic aura of the Ghost King Coffin. They are talking about it, but Lin Jingyu is still proud. As soon as he appeared, even the Ghost King Coffin went down the mountain to greet him.

The Ghost King Coffin brought dozens of monsters dressed in strangely dressed in ancient battlefield general armor and rushed straight to Lin Qingyu with black clouds and shouted loudly: "Lin Yiqing...Yu! You dare to come to the Lone King's place Cunshan."

The King of Xuantian and many monsters were only able to see the true face of the Ghost King's coffin. His body was more than three meters tall, with dark skin. Each muscle was like a monster shaping his body. His entire head was not the round shape of a human, but the appearance of a small coffin, and his facial features were more like a ball of flesh growing on the small coffin.

From an aesthetic point of view alone, the appearance of the Ghost King Coffin can be said to be extremely ugly. However, coupled with the style of the imperial family he has cultivated over thousands of years, it is not so ugly. Instead, it gives people a feeling of majesty that Zhou, the last king of the Shang Dynasty, hung on his waist, was the golden-backed sword that Zhou, once used to kill the enemy. It also means an extremely powerful magic weapon.

The Ghost King Coffin waved his hand and pointed directly at Lin Qingyu who was standing in front. At this time, as long as he was not an idiot, he knew that Lin Qingyu and the Ghost King Coffin had some celebrations.

Many monsters even privately speculated that the possible holidays between the two sides might arise. Of course, many of the monsters' speculations were like those two demon kings, and they guessed that Lin Qingyu might have hooked up with the Ghost King's Coffin's wife.

The body of the Ghost King's coffin was so strong that it was a bit perverted. His thick arm could almost push Lin Qingyu's thighs into a thick thigh. Many female monsters even made a slight scream.

When the King Xuantian Xie was secretly surprised when he saw the cultivation of the Ghost King Coffin, he remembered that he actually planned to take people out to pull the mountain with this opportunity, and felt a little discouraged.

In fact, there are not many things like the Ghost King Coffin in the world. They are the powerful monsters of the Demon King, and there are only a few monsters in the world. But this time, the King Xuantian Evil was not very lucky. As soon as he debuted, he encountered monsters that others would never encounter in eight lifetimes.

"Hi! Ghost King Coffin, it's been a long time since..." Ying Kuanhuai showed a head from behind Lin Qingyu and stretched out a greeting. Before he could finish his words, Ghost King Coffin's face immediately turned extremely ferocious, and he raised his hand to Ying Kuanhuai and showed a ray of thunder.

Ying Kuanhuai was not vague and slashed the flying Yin thunder with a lion-biting sword. Although Ying Kuanhuai's cultivation level was still infinitely close to the level of the Demon King, the power of this lion-biting sword was indeed extremely powerful.

With the lion biting the sword in his hand, even a real Taoist priest who is truly a real person-level fight with Ying Kuanhuai, he will not be able to get any better.

The Ghost King Coffin made a hasty move and did not use any magic weapon at all, so it was naturally impossible for Ying Kuanhuai to do anything.

"Are you so weak?" The Yin Lei in the Ghost King's Coffin was blocked by Ying Kuanhuai. His emotions did not rise much in anger. Instead, curious thoughts prevailed: "So weak?"

Only then did everyone realize that the Ghost King Coffin not only knew Lin Qingyu, but also knew Ying Kuanhuai, who was also handsome next to Lin Qingyu.

The curious expression of the Ghost King Coffin instantly turned into a gloating expression, and he laughed wildly: "Okay! OK! You are here today. The Lone King wants you to destroy both body and spirit!"

The demon soldiers and generals brought by the Ghost King's Coffin quickly surrounded Ying Kuanhuai and others, and glared at Ying Kuanhuai with glaring at him, all of them as if they were the incarnation of the Buddha in Buddhism.

Lin Qingyu shook his head gently, reached out to summon his demon fox scepter, and at the same time opened the eight tails that were moving wildly behind him, and balls of flames burned around them.

Eight-tailed Demon Fox! The monsters around saw Lin Qingyu's tail, those monsters that were not directly under the Ghost King Coffin, quickly retreated backwards, for fear of being contaminated with the fire of the Demon Fox.

Although the evil king Xuantian didn't want to be involved, unfortunately he was surrounded as soon as he came up, and he also promised to be a slave for 500 years for Ying Kuanhuai. Even if Ying Kuanhuai did not imprison him any slaves, he planned to follow Ying Kuanhuai for a while, to see the actions of this strange zombie Qingshi, and to get close to the other party. Later, he set up a sect and many friends. In the end, he stayed and took out his chessboard again.

The Ghost King Coffin felt uncomfortable. He was already in trouble with the Taoist priests outside, and suddenly a sudden escape

Lin Jingyu came, and then he ran out the monster he hated the most: Ying Kuanhuai!

Although the words just now were a little bit his true thoughts, he did not intend to realize his own ideas immediately. He still remembers the power of Lin Qingyu and Ying Kuanhuai's joint efforts.

Among them, especially Lin Qingyu's flames, which made him very sensitive, whose body was a coffin wood. As for Ying Kuanhuai, although he was strong back then, he was always a zombie. Others may be afraid of him, but he was originally a coffin used to hold corpses. His demonic aura was invisibly restraining Ying Kuanhuai himself.

The lion biting the sword in Ying Kuanhuai's hand just now made the Ghost King Coffin feel surprised. After living for so many years, he has seen many magical weapons and weapons. Even the Ziqing Double Swords in Shushan, he has also seen its powerful power.

The Ghost King Coffin can tell that the lion-biting sword in Ying Kuanhuai's hand is no less powerful than the Ziqing double swords. Moreover, it may be better than the pair of swords in terms of spirituality.

The Ghost King Coffin also recognizes the chessboard in the hands of King Xuantian. He had fought with a generation of scholastic scholastic masters in Shushan a long time ago and tried the chessboard to be powerful. In addition, King Xuantian is also the power of the demon king. If he really turns against each other here, he probably doesn't have to wait for the Taoist priests to come, and they will destroy more than half of the fangcunshan.

But as soon as he said that as the king's promise, it was difficult to take back the Ghost King's coffin. He could only bite the bullet and touch the golden-backed knife on his waist.

"Hahaha... Isn't this gorgeous young master Lin Qingyu? Why? Young Master Ying is here too? Welcome, your big trip, but it makes us shine a lot." A colorful demon cloud on the top of the mountain quickly came to the foot of the mountain. The white bone spirit wore a radiant magic weapon purple ribbon feather suit, wearing a golden shiny crown on his head, like a fairy descending to the earth, and said softly: "King, you are a guest when you pass by. Why don't we put away our swords and guns and treat them with wine?"

Ying Kuanhuai stood aside and laughed secretly. If this woman hadn't been behind the scenes that day, she would have thought of eating Ying Kuanhuai to increase her cultivation. How could he fight with the Ghost King Coffin, destroying a lot of strength in Fangcun Mountain and forming a lot of grudges.

This time, this woman just saw that Lin Suyu's cultivation has improved and that many Taoist priests came, which made her feel a lot of pressure and then mediated.

"The queen said yes, but this time the Lone King was neglected." Although the Ghost King Coffin's words were calm, the flames spurted out in his eyes were so eager to eat Ying Kuanhuai into his stomach.

The Ghost King's Coffin and the White Bone Demon both have difficulty becoming monsters, and their fertility is pitiful. After finally playing a game, a precious son has always been regarded as a pearl in their hands. They hold it in their hands and are afraid of falling to the ground, and hold it in their mouths and are afraid of melting. They have lived for less than a hundred years, and in that battle with Ying Kuanhuai, both body and spirit were destroyed by Ying Kuanhuai.

From then on, no matter how hard the two monsters work, no matter what magic pills they take, let alone giving birth to a baby, they have not even given birth to a fart.

But Lin Suyu looked the same as last time this time, and he was sure to stand out for Ying Kuanhuai. His fox fire not only restrained the Ghost King's Coffin as a coffin, but also restrained the White Bone Spirit. Fox fire, Samadhi True Fire, and the legendary top-quality flame in the Nether Fire can corrode the inner elixir and the soul. No one in the Tao and demon worlds do not know about it.

The weak fox fire, the Ghost King Coffin and the White Bone Spirit, will naturally not be afraid of the fox fire like Lin Qingyu. However, there is no reason not to be afraid of the eight-tailed demon fox fire.

"Since White Lady and the Ghost King Coffin look at us so much, it's better to obey our orders than to be respectful." Lin Qingyu put away the demon fox scepter and said, "We are helpless to come to worship the mountain this time..."

"Let's talk about it when you go to the hall, and then talk about it when you go to the hall." The White Bone Morning interrupted Lin Suyu's words with a smirk, and her body flashed to the side, making a "please" action.

Lin Qingyu and Ying Kuanhuai looked at each other, and then walked to the top of Fangcun Mountain together.

Any demon palace and demon cave is good, and the restrictions are usually released outside. As for the central area, there is no combat-type restrictions. The same is true for the Ghost King's Coffin Fangcun Mountain. Apart from a few restrictions that embellish the atmosphere, the entire hall is not different from the houses in human society.

This is not the first time Ying Kuanhuai has arrived in the hall. When did he still drink and chat here? It’s just that with the scheme of the White Bone Demon, everything has become different from before.

"This big girl has a good cultivation level." The White Bone Demon had a charitable smile on his face: "Do you know which mountain your sister is practicing? Are you willing to explore the way of heaven with me in this square mountain?"

Han Wan'er rarely deals with monsters, but even the monsters under Ying Kuanhuai don't talk much to each other. She has been practicing alone for many years. At the same time, she inquires about Ying Kuanhuai's whereabouts. The enthusiasm of the White Bone Demon made Han Wan'er immediately sit or stand.

"If sister likes to find someone to be her company, why not find me." Ying Kuanhuai pulled Han Wan'er back to her side with an annoying smile on her face.

The White Bone Demon's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, looking at Ying Kuanhuai viciously. If the eyes could hurt people, Ying Kuanhuai would have been penetrated into a hornet's nest by the White Bone Demon's eyes.

Ying Kuanhuai didn't go to see the White Bone Spirit. This time he came to Fangcunshan this time and asked someone to do things. It wouldn't be good if his attitude was too arrogant. If the Ghost King Coffin really ignored the Taoist priests outside and fought with him, even if he could escape unstoppably by relying on Lin Qingyu and Jingdaoji, it would not be his wish.

"I came this time because I wanted to ask the king to help me open the entrance to the Yellow Spring Realm." Ying Kuanhuai did not go around the Ghost King's Coffin and said directly: "I'll ask the king to fulfill it."

The Ghost King Coffin suddenly smiled at the sky. Angry light shot out from his eyes: "You want to go to the Huangquan Realm, I can send you there. Why do you have to open the entrance to the Huangquan Realm?"

Ying Kuanhuai looked at the Ghost King Coffin silently, afraid that the wrong thing would stimulate this guy. He really fought with him.

"You destroy the territory of the Lone King and kill the Lone King Prince! The Lone King has not settled the accounts with you yet, and now he dares to come.

Please help the Gu Wang help you open the entrance to the Yellow Spring Realm? Hahahaha... Even if Lin Qingyu accompanied you, you can't force Gu Wang to help, right?" The Ghost King Coffin stood in a reasonable position first. In this way, as long as he did not provoke, Lin Qingyu had no reason to do it. He forced Ying Kuanhuai to force the Ghost King Coffin to open the Yellow Spring Realm channel.

What's more, the cultivation level of the Ghost King Coffin is not something that can be forced by casually saying it.

Ying Kuanhuai took a deep breath: "What conditions? Tell me." Although the Ghost King Coffin wanted to eat him first that day, it caused a series of events, Ying Kuanhuai did not dare to speak at this time, for fear of provoking the other party to lose his mind and really took action. He could only curse in his heart: I killed your son, but the fox flame that made his soul wipe out was the fox flame. You don't dare to fight with the fox, you can really pick up soft persimmons!

The Ghost King's Coffin looked up and down at Ying Kuanhuai, and a proud look appeared on his face: "Retreat the cultivator outside."

"Just kidding!" Ying Kuanhuai slapped the table and stood up: "If you don't go out and stab this hornet's nest, why do you want me to go? Everything has a price. But the price of opening the Yellow Spring Realm is definitely not enough to compare with the Taoist priests outside retreating." Ying Kuanhuai knew that the other party was intentionally making things difficult for him, and at the same time was testing his bottom line. Even if he got angry, the Ghost King Coffin could control his anger at this time.

Sure enough, Ying Kuanhuai finished speaking. The face of the Ghost King Coffin was red and red. The murderous aura appeared on him for a moment, and disappeared without a trace.

"You can't do much with your current cultivation level. Just do two things for me! The first thing is to withdraw from any cultivator along the mountain. There must be a sect with real people at the level of a real person. Second, enter the Huangquan Realm and find me a blood-crying lotus seed." The Ghost King Coffin said coldly: "Take it as the cost of the Lone King to open the Huangquan Realm. As for the grudge between Lone King and you, after you leave the Huangquan Realm for a hundred years, Lone King will ask you to solve it. Do you agree?"

Ying Kuanhuai smiled helplessly, but he didn't expect that it would be so troublesome to repay the saint party's kindness.

The status of the blood-crying lotus seed in the Huangquan Realm is not much different from that of the wild giant pandas in China. It is almost an extinct thing. Ordinary people vomit blood immediately after eating it, but some monsters can nourish their bodies. If the Ghost King Coffin wants this thing, Ying Kuanhuai, as a doctor, naturally knows that the other party wants to take it and strives to make children use it. Legend has it that the nourishing ability of the things is very strong.

It’s a pity that the Ghost King Coffin can only open the passage, but cannot enter the Yellow Spring Realm. If he enters rashly, his cultivation will be suppressed due to that special space, and it is likely that he will be taken back by other passers-by Huangquan Realm masters as magic weapons.

The White Bone Demon can enter, but the Ghost King Coffin disagreed with it again. This time, Ying Kuanhuai's appearance can be said to have been sent to the gun himself.

It is still time for Zhong to refuse now. I can't accompany you there. You should know that the blood-crying lotus seeds are not easy to take. Although the love in the past is important, the love now is equally important. Lin Suyu saw Ying Kuanhuai's eyes changing, and quickly persuaded him with kind words through his spiritual thoughts.

"I agree!" Ying Kuanhuai's eyes changed and he said very readily: "Prepare to open the entrance to the Yellow Spring Realm for me."

A cold light flashed in the white bone spirit's eyes, but she could not say anything that had been decided by the Ghost King's Coffin. She smiled and said, "I wish you a victory for Gongzi Ying."
Chapter completed!