In the empty sea east of the East China Sea, a huge circular crater that reaches the sky is highlighted.

Although this crater has not erupted for a long time, it is still smoky all day long. The red magma inside it is rushing, and a huge sound of buzzing and rumbling sounds have been heard for nearly a thousand years. Whenever there are birds, fish, and giant whales are frightened, afraid to avoid it, and take a detour.

This place is the gateway to the realm of evil ghosts, the so-called mouth of transformation of compassion.

In recent decades, a statue of an old monk was always standing next to the crater.

No, this is not a statue, but a monk in a wide robe wearing old volcanic ash. The old monk held a wooden fish in his hand and kept beating, as if the rumbling sound was mixed together and very harmonious. However, his body was still motionless, and he could only silently chant the Dharma in his slightly opened mouth. However, because the fire in the volcano burned his heart and the ghosts were jealous of their hearts, he was afraid of it and did not dare to enter rashly.

Inside Hua Min's mouth, a piece of dark green hair was covered with a whole body, and the monster with greasy luster was proudly standing there. He let four or five skeletons with dazzling white light constantly comb the already smooth and shiny green hair up and down, but his body was still motionless.

On the side, a little ghost with two horns on his head smiled and said, "Mr. Ghost King, we have been combing for two years, and I think it's very smooth. Why don't grandson call ghosts and arrange them now? Let's apply them to you?"

The old green-haired monster stretched out their hand and left the green hair in front of them that blocked their sight. I saw that there was no green hair on the so-called ghost king's face. As soon as I was left, I saw the red lights of the surrounding magma attracted. The face, without nose and eyebrows, was black and black, so the attracted red light was also bright. This is the legendary ghost king Wuxuan, also known as the old green-haired monster.

The Ghost King raised his head suddenly, fiddled with the green hair and threw it behind his head, and ordered the little ghost: "Get a mirror."

The two-horned ghost then called out a ghost howl and greeted behind him.

Two huge turtle-shaped ghosts slowly walked behind him. The turtle ghosts were back to back, rubbing back toward the Ghost King. Suddenly, the two turtles separated, shook their heads, and stood in front and behind the Ghost King. Looking at the turtle's back, they looked even brighter than a bronze mirror.

The Ghost King twisted the waist of the monster ghost, constantly looking up and down at himself in the turtle mirror, and kept tskating, "Look, I'm not boasting, my green hair is getting richer. Alas! What a pity, I really don't want to change the color. But you comb well, even if I change it to the red hair, I will definitely be a beautiful ghost. Grandsons, come on!"

The two-horned ghost shook his ghost's head and said with a smile, "Ghost King, this time the promotion will definitely drive away the old monk Nianjue, who is known as the one who has passed the life of the Dharma."

Suddenly, a scream came from far and near. The Ghost King was stunned and reached out to grab a ghost hand flying in.

He pulled away the ghost claws, and there was a shiny black dog hair inside. With the opened ghost claws, a miserable and hoarse voice came, "The Ghost King is above, the White-Haired Ghost Sun of the Demon Realm worships you. Now I encounter a strange dog hair. Please refer to the instructions."

The two-horned ghost asked curiously, "Ghost Prince, this white-haired ghost is a waste. He actually needs to use the method of spreading things for a dog hair?"

It turns out that this ghost has a great method of transmitting objects. According to the distance, the ghosts are condensed with the right cultivation level, and they can destroy the soul and spread objects.

The Ghost King stared at the dog hair in his hand, pinched a piece of green hair and gestured. The two hairs stood against each other, and the soft green hair actually kept strangling the dog hair.

The Ghost King murmured to himself, "Well! Is this really a dog's hair?" As he said that, he reached out and pierced his head at the two-horned ghost beside him.

The little ghost with two horns was pierced! He screamed and kept rolling around with his head in his arms.

He grabbed the dog's hair and stabbed it at the turtle mirror, and immediately stabbed it. The pricked turtle ghost was spinning around the sky with four corners.

The Ghost King was even more curious. He pinched the dog's hair and put it in his mouth to bite it off, savoring the taste of it carefully. He hugged the ghost's head with his double horn and looked at it. He saw a small hole suddenly spread out from his pierced head. The ghost was secretly exerting force to resist the tendency of the hole's gradually spreading.

The Ghost King stretched out his finger and stuffed it into the hole. His head swayed, and a stream of black gas rushed into the hole. When it was pulled out, it no longer spread.

Looking at the turtle ghost next to him, after all, the shell is thick and the cultivation is deep. Although he is not spinning at this moment, his four corners are still swaying towards the sky.

The Ghost King patted the hole that had been repaired and said, "Why do you want me to tell me how good you are? If it weren't for your descendants of my direct line, I would have used you as a great method of spreading things with the soul. But this dog hair is indeed strange. Could it be that another soul-devouring god dog has come to the world? The dog hair ghost is so powerful that it is because it has cleared many evil ghosts and stored evil thoughts on the dog hair to have such power."

"Grandpa! No! The soul-devouring god dogs in the world have appeared, but how many people can eat them and not be overwhelmed? Or is it possible that they have been overwhelmed to death so that they can produce these dog hairs?"

Green-haired monster "Yes! I have seen the Soul-Devouring God Dog too. Whenever I die, the evil thoughts on the hair will disappear, and the owner of this dog's hair seems to have not been born."

The turtle ghost who was not stabbed, rubbed the back of the turtle who had turned over beside him and said to the Ghost King, "Grandpa. What kind of dog is this? Why is it so hateful? I got a dog hair to harm my man when I asked the Ghost King for the decree. My husband and I went to catch the dog and sent it to Grandpa."

The Ghost King curled his lips and looked at the female turtle ghost, "You two can catch a dog with your procrastination? I think it's better to forget it! Besides, this dog is very strange. I always blame me for going there personally. I want to see what kind of weird dog it is. If it falls into the hands of others, wouldn't it be a big disadvantage to my ghosts?"

The two-horned ghost asked, "But grandpa, outside, Nian Jue's thief monk is still guarding the entrance of the cave. What's the better for this guy to stop him?"

"Then why don't you put it on to grandpa and I will definitely pull off the bald head when my cultivation level improves."

With the Ghost King's roar, tens of thousands of ghosts of all colors gathered around the mountain pass. He grabbed the six golden chains deep into the magma and pulled them out with a slogan.

Gradually, six huge cages ticking with fire water were pulled out.

Each of the cages was trapped with a fiery red creature. When you look closely, it was a monk, a man, a vulgarity, a turtle, a bird, and a tiger.

"Grandpa comes from which one?"

"Nonsense! I'm in a hurry to go out, come together."

It turned out that the Ghost King personally captured the three men and three beasts of Zhengguo. He placed them in the magma and introduced thousands of ghosts to cry, destroy their souls and wisdom, and refine their body and fruits. It took him more than three hundred years to practice.

I saw a team of thousands of ghosts gradually gathered together and condensed into six giant ghost bodies with a height of five feet.

The giant ghosts each pulled out a fire man from the cage and put it into the mortar next to them. The mortar was made of crushed with many skeleton bones and mixed with blood.

With the sound of fire people and fire beasts in the mortar, they were beaten by ghost pestles and all of them were pounded. Although the three people and three demons inside had been killed, they also felt so painful that they screamed sharply from the divine marrow.
Chapter completed!