Outside the crater, the voice of the old monk, "Amitabha, you will not be able to reincarnate if you do evil in the ghost world. Now, I, the old monk, are willing to pass on the ghosts who have the heart to reincarnate, but how can you refine humans and gods with one mind? Even if you practice ghost immortals, you will be abandoned by gods and Buddhas. The Dharma wheel always turns, and put down the butcher's knife and turn back to have another spring."

The old green-haired monster was furious and raised his head to the cave entrance and cursed, "Thief Monk, you are guarding my door every day, are you just talking about these things? If you have the ability, come down and let the ghosts of our family survive for you. What are you talking about? I don't care about the ghost grandpa. Even if he has the power of gods and Buddhas, what is the source of happiness? Meditation every day, the so-called "no desires and no desires, no desires and no desires" is the difference between the stubborn stones, no difference, no purpose, what is the meaning of living beings? Not to mention the right result of cultivation. If our family wants to kill the border, it will be happy to get the gods of all ghosts."

The voice of the thought of the dead came again, "Miao! All things in the world are always turning like wheels, and life and death have their own ways. Those who think of the way must have good thoughts in their hearts. My Buddha does not mean that there is no desire or seek, and those who have great compassion and good thoughts are all "desire". Everything in the world is correct, and the Dharma wheel always turns and continues to be "seeking" for them. My Buddha is compassionate to you and others who do evil in the world and do not get confused. He will eliminate the Dharma wheel and hope that he can return to the mind and reincarnate. If you think you do not repent, isn't it going against the way?"

"Bah! Don't talk about my Buddha or Taoism at once. That bullshit is your Buddha, not mine. Since I, an evil ghost, exists, there is a reason for it. There is no need for you to talk nonsense here. When I'm blood stained with ghost hair, I will definitely smash your baldness."

As I said that, I felt better when I put the green hair next to my face in my ears.

Although the old green-haired monster's legs did not move, its body was shaking rapidly, shaking the green hair all over its body and stood up. It stroked the green hair on its chest with both hands. Suddenly, the entire ghost body swelled like a towering ridge, and the green hair continued to exuded a corruption atmosphere.

The green haired head tilted back and reached out to greet the giant ghosts beside him.

With the giant ghost's pounding and hammering, the demon in the mortar had been turned into dark red blood mud. Tens of thousands of ghosts floating in the air flew into the bone mortar like bats catching mosquitoes. Grab a handful of them, and the falling ghost king faced the green hairs and spread them finely.

The ghost king's face was covered with ferocious face, as if he was being smeared on his hair and hurt his bones. His big mouth was wide open, and he kept sucking and spitting out thousands of ghosts. The ghost was still dark green when it was spitting out, but when it was about to be swallowed back and forth, it was already bright red. The green hair was blown all over, like wild grass in a hurricane dancing back and forth.

As long as you come over and apply a handful of ghost shadows, the entire ghost hand tools will be dyed blood red, and the ghost hair will be stuck and blended into it. These ghost shadows simply stretch their heads and bite them at the elbows. If they bite slowly, the entire ghost shadow will turn blood red and become a red hair of the Ghost King.

For thousands of years, there have been many ghosts in the realm of evil ghosts. They have smeared one batch after another, but they have continued to fly over and apply them like moths to the fire.

The Ghost King was furious and cursed at the ghosts, "I have enough fucking stupid ghosts, but I still come to make up the numbers. The Four Ghost Lords, please guard me to see whoever wants to move slowly, and kill me directly, so as not to let my handsome face be full of red hair."

Suddenly, four holes slowly appeared on the ground, and strange ghosts with green, purple, yellow and pink rose from inside.

The blue ghost with a slender figure, like a bamboo pole, nicknamed, the bamboo pole hits a ghost, the bamboo pole hits a ghost without hitting a leg, Mengsha Ghost Lord.

The purple ghost with a fat figure, like a dead pig with a molted hair, nicknamed, the dead pig's iron butt, Mao Dunshi ghost·The Ghost Lord of the Meat Sword.

An ordinary person has a yellow ghost with a huge fish head, nicknamed the yellow croaker, Posha Ghost Lord who can't afford it.

Two huge breasts like graves, but with a thin waist, a pink charming female ghost with a nickname, a twisted buttock, a ghost among ghosts with no life, a ghost.

The Ghost Lord of Soul Sword grabbed the bamboo-necked ghost and swung the two slowly moving ghosts, and broke into four pieces and fell into the volcano.

The solid ghost flew up and shivered at the trembling one, and his butt was pressed into a flat ghost.

The yellow croaker opened the fish's mouth, aimed at a little ghost with only half a figure, and savored it in his mouth.

After a riot, the ghosts wandering in the air were obviously much faster.

The old green-haired monster spread his legs, raised his arms, raised his head, and sniffed! Oh! Oh! Oh! Hey! He screamed again. Looking again, the Ghost King had already added blood red, turning into a red-haired monster.

"Young people, show me the nest. When I pat my bald head, it will be the day when our evil ghost path will make its way."

The ghosts cheered.

Monk Yamaguchi Nianjue shouted, "Not good!"

He pinched his mouth and threw the wooden fish, which immediately turned into two feet. He flew and jumped, sat cross-legged on it, closed his hands and recited the Buddha's Dharma, stretched out his feet, and knocked against the highest point of the wooden fish with the wooden fish.

With a thud!, the huge wooden fish rushed forward with the sound.

"Don't run away, my damn bald donkey, I asked you to cross, why are you running?"

Nian Jue, who had a very fast escape, did not forget to reply, "Amitabha! The Dharma is boundless. Monk, I am not running, but I am just sitting for a long time to live with my muscles and bones!"

The red-haired monster flew into the air, and the red-haired monster shot back like flames, pushing the ghost body forward and chasing forward quickly.

The old monk Nian Jue in front of him had a more rapid sound of the wooden fish. Whenever he knocked it up, he would jump forward dozens of feet away. Look again, the feet of the wooden fish hammer were flying up and down, and it was like a scattered chicken nodding. With the rapid flight, the old monk had been volcanic ash on his body for decades, floating backwards, like a shameful broom star.

The old red-haired monster stroked the sticky ashes on the hair and shouted, "You bald donkey, you have blocked me for decades and have been slipping so quickly. I think it's because your muscles and bones are smooth? Don't you want me to come out of the mountain to make a living with me? Why are you running away?"

"Running is the basis of strengthening one's body, but it is really a great way. It's a pity that we have legs always on and do not practice hard."

"Battle bastard, I haven't seen you practice hard for decades. Now I remember that your legs are useful. If you don't let me see my real skills, you would think you can jump faster." Speaking of this, the red hair between the two hands was connected together, and it suddenly pulled back like two red sails. The speed was indeed more than twice as fast.

The old monk's beard trembled and stretched out his other foot, and his toes were clamped on the hammer. His feet were pressing, and the hammer kept swinging back and forth. The swing speed was more than twice as fast. The sound of the straight-knocked wooden fish connected, forming a buzzing sound.

"You immortal, please escape! It's important to find a dog. I will come back to settle the score with you." As he said that, he hovered and flew towards the west.

The red-haired old ghost who was flying suddenly turned his head and said, "Battle, you are not going to live with your muscles, why are you chasing me again?"

The old monk Nian Jue said with a mouth but did not forget to defend himself, "The world is so great, let me travel. The ghost friend is so anxious, why don't you and me go with you?"

"Oh! We are not a green-haired monster, why are we also called ghost friends?"

"If I defeat the ghost, I will transform it; if I am worse than the ghost, I will become a friend. However, the great wise man of my Buddha can do it within his power and can also transform it into abuse for a long time."

The old ghost pointed at Nian Jue and cursed: "Fuck you, you are bald, you are pretty. You want to be brothers and brothers to me. I miss you not the qualifications." As he said that, he turned around and chased Mu Yu again.

"You bald, why are you going with me again?"

"What is going together? You and I go together, why don't we go together?"

"Ahhhh! I'm so angry. I'm going to kill the dog. Are you a bald donkey? "

"Oh!!! Is my friend gone here for a dog? Dogs are the most good beasts in the world, how can they bear to harm them?"

"I can't tell you, if you want to follow me, please follow me! But don't let me catch it, otherwise I have to block my solid ass."
Chapter completed!