Journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

Can't see it, absolutely can't see it.

Wang Yu didn't say anything until the old man disappeared.

If you work for a tiger, even your soul will not rest in peace after death.

It's really sad...

"Looks like it will take a while."

Wang Yu looked down at the huddled little fox, and said with a smile, "Why, are you scared?"

The little fox didn't know anything.

After a while, I whispered, "No, I... I'm not afraid."

The little fox almost cried in fright.

Does it say it's useful?

Still have to be brought in.

It really doesn't want to go in!

With a trace of determination in his eyes, the little fox secretly made up his mind that he is not afraid of being smashed to pieces, and he is definitely not a coward.

They, Tushan's foxes, are definitely not cowards.

Thinking of this, the little fox's body subconsciously clung to him, wishing to enter Wang Yu's body.

It's just a cowardly comparison.

But Wang Yu couldn't see the slightest nervousness.

Stroll toward the depths of the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, Heihu was very angry.

As the master who controlled their every move, he didn't know that Lao Lin, who had been with him for nearly 1000 years and was promoted by him to be the steward of the ghost forest, had long thought of rebelling.

Normally, if the ghost has the slightest thought, it will be aware of it.

But the mistake was that it transformed so many ghosts, so many that he couldn't even count the exact number.

Usually, for the convenience of sleeping, it will block their connection.

Only the most important bosses are left.

It is convenient to manage these ghosts.

To his surprise, Lao Lin actually betrayed him.

Heihu stood up angrily, staring at the melancholy ghosts in front of him.

The thoughts of them are constantly filtered in the mind.

He would like to see if anyone else has such an idea.

A group of wistful ghosts stood there trembling, not daring to have any thoughts in their hearts.

I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would be sucked into the whirlpool.

After an unknown amount of time, the black tiger suddenly grabbed a human ghost.

Without thinking, he threw it into his mouth.

It's not that it found anything, but that he didn't like this human being.

He noticed that most of those betrayers were ghosts transformed by humans.

Staring at the few human-shaped melancholy ghosts on the field, Hei Hu sneered and said, "This is a warning. If I find out that you have any actions against fate, don't blame me for making you unable to live or die."

And the melancholy ghost that was swallowed by him did not die.

He wants to trap it in his body for a lifetime, and it is impossible to think of it.

It's not that he hasn't died before, when he was weak, he also used the lives of some ghosts to make him kill more creatures.

It's not that he doesn't accept that Chang Gui was killed.

What made him angry was that these wistful ghosts didn't obey his orders.

Defiant.

If this doesn't come as a blow to the horse, then it's okay.

If anyone doesn't want to be a melancholy ghost, he just finds a monk who knows sword intent, and he will be killed by them without any resistance.

Well worth it!

His order was clearly to let them lead him to the depths, not to let them deliver the head.

When he is blind!

He clearly saw a few wistful ghosts, and he didn't even try to hide them, and ran straight towards the sword energy.

His eyes swept across indifferently, and those melancholy ghosts lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him.

On the surface, he was indifferent, but he was relieved in his heart.

These melancholy ghosts are still useful. As an emperor, he knows how to punch a date.

These are all the younger brothers who he has been saving for nearly ten thousand years.

You can't let a few mice ruin a pot of soup.

Heihu's thoughts moved, and their thoughts were instantly perceived by him.

Staring at a few human ghosts, it thought about whether to end this time and swallow them all.

Human beings have too many thoughts, and it feels like monsters are better at controlling them.

Chapter 187 The Black Tiger King in the Ghost Forest

The black tiger is propped up on all fours, about one zhang high, and his melancholy ghosts are as big as puppies in front of him.

In fact, at his level, it is very easy to change into a human body.

It's just that he doesn't want to.