The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

As soon as the words were finished, Ouyang suddenly felt a stream of water moving in his body.

Ding Dong!

A drop of warm true essence dripped into the dantian, creating waves of water.

Ouyang froze for a moment, although it was very weak, he could feel that something was quietly leaking from his body.

This feeling is very subtle, but what is missing makes Ouyang's brain more and more calm.

Ouyang, who was dressed in blue, seemed to suddenly understand something, straightened his waist slightly, and flung the sleeves gathered in front of his hands wantonly behind him.

"Although I don't know what the old man is planning, I'm going to see if what you plan is the same as what I think today." Ouyang smiled, but there was an inexplicably airy temperament.

In the eyes of Huizhi, Ouyang beside him seemed to have changed.

From the little gangster with a hippie smile just now, he instantly became a wise man, or an immortal in charge of the chess game.

"Why, what kind of eyes do you have?" Ouyang glanced at Huizhi and said in a weak voice.

"I always feel that the benefactor has changed, but I don't know what the benefactor wants to understand." Huizhi said honestly.

Ouyang who put away his hippie smile gave Huizhi a strong sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression is not domineering, but it gives Huizhi a sense of psychological conviction and obedience.

Ouyang didn't respond to Huizhi, but looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers.

"Great monk, since this place is called Jiuyou, it should also be where the ghost of the underworld is, right?" Ouyang asked in a low voice.

Huizhi softly chanted the Buddha's name and said truthfully: "The underworld in the mouth of the benefactor is just a way of saying about reincarnation in the world. However, even though it is so, it is also so."

"Since this is the underworld, are there any rules of the underworld?" Ouyang continued to ask thoughtfully.

"This little monk doesn't know that Jiuyou is where the dead are. How can a stranger know so much?" Huizhi shook his head and said.

"In that case, Great Monk, follow me to meet the rules of this underworld." Ouyang showed no expression on his face, spread his palms, and the rope fell obediently in his hands.

Ouyang strolled into the sea of ​​flowers, acted recklessly, his clothes flying.

Huizhi behind him looked surprised, and his clasped hands trembled slightly.

Why is there such a big gap between the front and back of this person?

From the nonsense just now to the proud and calm now.

However, there was an inexplicable force that convinced him that Huizhi couldn't help following Ouyang.

This sea of ​​flowers is boundless, as if it has no end, but at the same time, there is a voice in the hearts of both of them calling themselves.

The further you go, the more beautiful the flowers on the other side bloom.

Originally there was no path in the sea of ​​flowers, but when Ouyang passed by, the Bianhua flowers in front of him would automatically create a small path.

As if the flowers in front of me seem to have life, they know how to make way for the strong in front of them.

"It's too slow, it's too slow. It's really slow to walk like this." Ouyang stopped, as if thinking of something.

"I've come here, do you still want me to go on? This is your way of hospitality?" Ouyang said softly to the empty front.

Huizhi behind him looked at Ouyang curiously, not knowing who Ouyang was talking to.

What surprised Huizhi was that the whole sea of ​​flowers seemed to come alive, and the flowers turned around to look at herself and Ouyang.

What makes people feel horrifying is that the Bana flowers are like pairs of eyes, staring straight at themselves.

Snapped!

An empty whip sounded, Ouyang waved the hemp rope in his hand, and said coldly, "What? Do you want me to use force?"

As soon as Ouyang finished speaking, countless Bianhua flowers that were in full bloom scattered in an instant.

Countless petals rose up without wind, gathering together like a tornado, forming a huge human face.

The human face opened its mouth wide and shouted solemnly: "Get out of here!"

The huge human face is hundreds of feet high, as tall as a mountain. The height alone makes Ouyang and Huizhi look as small as ants.

Ouyang's face remained unchanged, he raised his hand and threw out the long whip, and the whip grew in the wind, and when it fell on the face, it was already the size of a face.

Snapped!

There was a crisp whipping sound, and the human face was cut in half by the whip.

But in the next second, it recovered again.

The human face seemed to be irritated, and countless petals were flying all over the sky.

It turned into a flying knife in the shape of a petal, like a cow's hair.Fly towards Ouyang quickly.

The whip in Ouyang's hand danced airtightly, like a barrier, blocking all the petals.

Huizhi behind him was pale and lowered his head, reciting scriptures quickly.

He didn't understand why Ouyang could still use spells in Jiuyou.

This is a place that only the soul can reach, and the great monks who have reached the sky are like ordinary people when they arrive here.

Why can Ouyang use magic weapons and techniques.

And why did they fight with the entire sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

It's inexplicable, but Huizhi can't do anything, he can only hide behind Ouyang and be protected by Ouyang.

I am also no different from ordinary people.

He could only watch helplessly as Ouyang fought with the huge human face in the sky.

Ouyang gave a soft shout, and the long whip in his hand shook suddenly, countless petals stopped in mid-air as if controlled by Ouyang.

Ouyang looked at the already small face, with no expression on his face, but a calm expression.

Completely different from the hippie smiling face in the past, Ouyang's calmness at this time makes people feel chilling.

Ouyang sneered, and slowly raised his right hand. Under Ouyang's control, all the still petals slowly turned into a giant hand, and held it towards the face!

The petals that were originally controlled by the human face were forcibly taken away by Ouyang.

A trace of panic finally appeared on the human face, and he wanted to turn into a flower petal to escape, but found himself imprisoned in place.

"When did the petals that make up me be controlled by the man in Tsing Yi opposite!!!"

In the horror of the human face, the huge petaled giant hand slapped the human face fiercely.

A little red light frantically fled towards the distance, but the sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

A plain hemp rope had already caught up with him, and tied him tightly and pulled him back.

The red light hit the ground, revealing its true colors.

A humanoid white radish with a flower on its head was tied to the ground in a shameful posture.

"You actually...!" Bai Luobo looked at Ouyang Gang angrily and wanted to reprimand him loudly.

But he was kicked over by Ouyang and stepped on the ground hard. Ouyang looked down at the white radish in front of him and said in a low voice: "Do you know why it happened like this?"

The white radish stepped on by Ouyang looked blank, not understanding what Ouyang was talking about.

Ouyang looked at the dazed idiot in front of him, sneered and said:

"The stupidest thing you've done is to secretly absorb the emotion called joy from me!"