"Who dares to trek into my underworld?"

Hearing this cold and evil voice, looking at the Nether Lizard who blocked their way and the figure on the back of the Nether Lizard, Lan Feng couldn't help but smile on his handsome face, but he felt relieved.

It is much better to be able to stand up and speak than to the two of them looking for it.

As for the huge lizard in front of him, Lan Feng naturally recognized it as the Netherworld Lizard growing in the extremely yin land.

He raised his head and stared at the figure on the back of the Netherworld Lizard. A sneer appeared on Lan Feng's face, and a faint voice came from his mouth: "You dare to call me a lie in the village? But you should know where the headquarters of the Ghost Sect is?"

"You want to go to my hell gate?"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, the figure sitting on the Nether Lizard frowned without a trace, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a cold sound came from his mouth.

"That's right... I heard that the ancestor of the Ghost Sect was about to marry his wife, so we came to pay our respects to him, but we didn't know the way, so we rashly entered here."

Lan Feng nodded gently and spoke with a smile.

"Are you a guest of the ancestor?"

The figure on the Nether Lizard heard Lan Feng's words, and his vigilance was a bit of a bit, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Lan Feng.

Before Lan Feng could answer, the figure continued to speak, "Since you are here to attend the ancestor's wedding, you must have the ancestor's invitation. What about the post?"

"This... we were too bumpy on the way we came and encountered a lot of trouble. The invitation was accidentally removed."

Old Fu's face was filled with a smile, and he spoke politely: "And we haven't come to visit the ancestor for many years. Now we don't know the way, so we have to trouble the guy to take us to the headquarters of the Ghost Sect."

While speaking, Mr. Fu took out a jade bottle from his sleeve with great pain and handed it to the figure on the back of the Netherworld Lizard.

"This...is this Yinquan liquid?"

The figure took the jade bottle and opened it and sniffed it. Suddenly, his spirit was greatly boosted, and an excited and shocking voice came from his mouth.

As if he noticed his incompetence, he soon came back to his senses and returned to his original aloof appearance.

"I don't know what the adults call it?"

Seeing the figure accepting the jade bottle, Mr. Fu took the opportunity to ask.

"This hall is the master of the Netherworld Hall, one of the seventy-two halls of the Ghost Gate, and the Three Nethers!"

The Lord of the Nether Hall looked proud and a proud voice came from his mouth.

"Can you please send us to the headquarters of the Ghost Sect?"

A smile appeared on Fu Lao Cang's face and he spoke.

Hearing this, the Lord of the Netherworld coughed lightly and said arrogantly: "Well, because you know a little politeness and come to attend the ancestor's wedding banquet, this Lord of the Hall forgives you for your crime of trespassing into the underworld. It is really bold to think that the Lord of the Hall will send you to the headquarters of the Ghost Sect."

"Don't blame the Lord, we just don't know the way, just say it casually."

Mr. Fu quickly smiled and said, "Please also ask the master to guide us to the direction of the Ghost Gate headquarters."

Seeing this, the Lord of the Nether Hall nodded gently, stretched out his finger to point at the rugged mountain road behind the village ahead, and spoke in a deep voice: "You follow the road on the right side of the front, pass through the village, and walk a hundred miles south to enter the Ghost Fog Mountains, and my Ghost Sect headquarters is on the top of the mountain."

"Master, we drive... we don't recognize the road, how should we get there?"

Mr. Fu said with some embarrassment.

"This is easy to deal with. Our church will inform them to remove the barrier and guide you. You just need to follow the street light."

With the benefit, the Lord of the Nether Hall became much more polite.

"Thank you, Lord."

Mr. Fu took out another jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to the Lord of the Netherworld Hall.

"It should be, it should be...you go!"

After receiving the jade bottle handed over by Mr. Fu, the Lord of the Nether Hall looked happy and polite.

Now he is a half-step master. With these two bottles of Yinquan liquid, he will have a certain chance to break through and become a ghost control master.

Then, he waved his hand suddenly and rode the Nether Lizard back into the ground, and the original gully was restored to its original state.

At the same time, the scenery ahead of Mr. Fu and Lan Feng actually changed at this moment. The village that was originally a hundred meters away was no longer as ethereal as before, but made them see more clearly, and white bones were piled on the ground...

There was a shadow in the distance, holding a torch in his hand shaking.

"Let's go!"

Lan Feng just wanted to force the master of the Ghost Sect to lead the way, but Mr. Fu took this approach and did not have any unnecessary trouble.

Lan Feng and Fu Lao got into the car, and then the car started, turning into a black lightning and galloping forward, disappearing into the night.

With the Lord of the Ghost Gate and Netherworld, Lan Feng and the others were much more unobstructed on the way than before, and there was no obstacle at all.

Even so, it was the next evening when Lan Feng drove to the bottom of the Ghost Misty Mountains.

Perhaps because the wedding of the ancestor of the Ghost Sect is approaching, there are many people gathered at the foot of the sparse and deserted Ghost Fog Mountains, which are usually sparse and deserted. Although it is not as lively as the auction held by the Medicine God Valley, it is not much different.

Looking around, martial arts people wearing various clothes are everywhere, which looks very lively.

After all, the Ghost Sect has an extremely strong momentum in the entire Chinese world, and is only one line away from super-line forces such as Shushan and Kunlun.

The ancestor of the Ghost Sect has lived for more than a hundred years and has made many good friends and connections. Now that he is about to get married, he has naturally caused a lot of waves in the world and welcomed congratulations from many powerful people.

Because the Guiwu Mountains were rugged and steep and vehicles were unable to pass, many people parked their cars and walked out of it. Lan Feng and Fu Lao were the same.

Walking out of the car, Lan Feng patted around and landed in front of the mountain gate in front of him.

At the gate of the mountain, there were twelve disciples of the Ghost Sect guarding and hospitalizing guests. The leader was a young man. He had a cold face, long hair, and a white robe. He looked particularly simple and extraordinary. He was the master of the Shadowless Hall, one of the seventy-two Halls of the Ghost Sect. He was highly valued by the ancestor of the Ghost Sect and was extremely powerful. He was a mysterious ghost-control master. He had the ability to call ghosts and control ghosts, which was very difficult to deal with.

The white ghost's cold face was filled with smiles, and he greeted the many visitors one after another with a smile.

"Master Bai, congratulations..."

A middle-aged man with a white beard led two gorgeously dressed young men to the white ghost to hand over the invitation and spoke with a smile.

"Haha, Grandmaster Tang, share the same joy..."

Seeing this, Bai Gui quickly greeted him, held the invitation in his hand, and made a gesture of invitation: "Master Tang, please invite him on the mountain, the ancestor has been waiting on the mountain."

The old man named Grandmaster Tang nodded gently and led the junior behind him to the mountain.

The white ghost was busy receiving other people...

"That Grandmaster Tang seems to be a person from Bai Poison Valley. He is good at using poison and has extraordinary strength. Unexpectedly, he came here too..."

Mr. Fu looked at the departure backs of Grandmaster Tang and others, and a solemn voice came from his mouth: "It seems that they have taken out invitations when they go up the mountain. If we don't invite them for a while, we may be in trouble..."

"Observe it for a while, then try it."

After listening to Mr. Fu's words, Lan Feng pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

The two of them waited for a while again, and when the number of black people was increasing almost the day, they took a step towards the mountain gate ahead.

"Master Bai, congratulations..."

Old Fu took the lead and led Lan Feng to Bai Gui's fist and congratulated him.

"Happy together..."

Bai Gui responded with a smile, but his eyes were full of doubts, and he seemed to have never seen these two people.

"I don't know what the two are called? Where is the invitation?"

Mr. Fu was about to take Lan Feng past Bai Gui, but the white ghost reached out and a faint voice came from his mouth.

"This... Lord Bai, our invitation was accidentally lost on the road, and Lord Netherworld also knew about this..."

Old Fu quickly smiled and said, taking out a jade bottle from his sleeve and handing it to Bai Gui's hand.

"Have you ever met the Lord of the Nether Hall?"

After hearing Fu Lao's words, Bai Gui's brows frowned without a trace.

"I saw you last night. We almost went through the wrong path and broke into the underworld. It was the Lord of the Netherworld who guided us here."

Mr. Fu quickly explained with a smile.

"That guy from the Lord of the Netherworld has never been reliable in his work, and you have no invitations and can't go up the mountain!"

The white ghost put the jade bottle that Mr. Fu gave him into his hand and said coldly.

"This... Lord Bai, we are here to congratulate the Ghost Ancestor, so you can be compatible, right?"

Seeing this, Mr. Fu quickly stuffed a jade bottle into Bai Gui's hand in pain, and a pleading sound came from his mouth.

"There is no way to be compatible. This is the rule set by the ancestor. Anyone who wants to go up the mountain must invite him!"

Bai Gui received the jade bottle that Mr. Fu gave him, and spoke coldly again, without any intention of making any convenience.

Hearing Bai Gui's firm words and looking at his cold appearance, a strong bitter smile appeared on Old Fu's face. He gritted his teeth and took out a black purse from his sleeve and handed it to Bai Gui's hand, begging: "Master Bai, please let Master Bai do it for convenience!"

"There is no way, this is the rule set by the ancestor. There are so many people who meet the ancestor, but there is no invitation, and no one is allowed to go up the mountain!"

Bai Gui took Fu Lao's wallet, waved his hand, and spoke impatiently, as if he drove away a beggar.

"Master Bai, it's a bit too much for you to take things away after you take them away?"

Lan Feng, who was standing behind Mr. Fu, could no longer watch, and his eyes were fixed on Bai Gui, and a cold and indifferent voice came from his mouth.

"Oh, where did the young boy come from, dare to push the mouth of this hall master? You are so harsh! Go ahead, mom!"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, a trace of playfulness appeared on the white ghost's face. He raised his hand and carried a powerful force to suck Lan Feng's face.

"act recklessly!"
Chapter completed!