Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

270 A ghost flogging, which lasted seven days and seven nights without even taking time to catch one's breath.

All the evil spirits gathered around the gate of hell, scratching their heads, poking their heads, looking like a monkey on a hot pot.

"I can't take it anymore." An evil ghost couldn't bear it and tore off his skull, black air gushed out and fell into a bright red Bana flower on the ground.

He is not the only one.

In just seven days, the Bana flowers on the banks of the Wangchuan River were almost in bloom at the gate of the Ghost King Palace.

Gui Deng tremblingly covered his ears, and burst into tears, "Mother-in-law, Deng Deng hurts so much."

Granny Meng calculated with her fingers, patted a turquoise ghost lamp in her hand, and shook her head, "Abi Hell detains the most vicious souls of the Six Realms, and no one can suppress them except ghost kings who have trained them into evil whips." live."

Ghost Lamp kept sniffling, "Can't even mother-in-law?"

Granny Meng stretched out her smooth arms, which suddenly turned into old dead wood-like skin with spots of corpses on it.

The ghost lamp's eyes were as big as two fists in fright, and instantly turned into a big net and flew to Abi Hell, trying to block the crack in the door that leaked the terrible ghost's breath and voice, "Deng Deng will not let mother-in-law have trouble!"

Meng Po sighed, and grabbed it back with one hand, "You are so weak, if you dare to touch the door sealed by the ghost king, you will be out of your wits sooner or later."

Granny Meng showed her hand again, and saw that the withered hand regained its smooth appearance, but in the next second, it became old again, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"I've been eroded by the yin breath for days, and the ghost energy fluctuates a little." Meng Po looked at the closed door of Abi Hell and said, "The people inside are really at stake."

"Wuwu Immortal Monarch is so powerful, I am so afraid of even a little bit of Yin Qi leaking out, he can be tortured for seven days..."

Meng Po looked serious.

Several hours passed.

The door of Abi Hell was slowly opened, and the ghosts were so happy that they were so happy that they finally didn't have to be attacked by such poisonous yin anymore!

There are also many evil ghosts who have calmed down their minds of making small moves while the ghost king is away. They are overwhelmed by their strength, and they can't even subdue Abi Hell, so it's better not to kill them easily.

Po Meng watched as a layer of red-black ghostly aura floated out from Abi Hell, and a blood-stained person floated on it, or in other words, he could not be considered a person anymore, but a mass of bloody mud, which was transported to the demon-red flowers on the other side.

When the immortal's blood touches the Bana flower, it withers immediately.

The ghost lamp said dully: "Ghost whipping, doesn't it leave no scars!"

Meng Po said in a trembling voice: "Yes, but the pain is like ten thousand weeds gnawing at the skin. It will teach people to cut out the flesh and scrape the bones, and the soul will gather and disperse, in order to be relieved..."

Those injuries were all caused by scratching the pain to the limit.

Therefore, no one can ever come out of Avici Hell.

Even if the gods don't die, this kind of pain is enough to make people cut off their meridians...

Without exception.

Worried, the ghost lamp stepped forward to explore the spiritual veins of Shen Linyu, and suddenly burst into tears, the Wangchuan River rolled up with huge waves, roaring endlessly, and the lonely and wild ghosts on the Naihe Bridge were rolled into the black corpses innocently. The sea, howling everywhere.

Ghost Lantern yelled sadly, "Grandma, Xianjun is dead!"

... Meng Po was stunned and sighed.

Isn't this exactly the result she wants, those who trespass in the ghost town, die!

But why is it that I am used to the heart of parting from life and death all the year round, and I can't bear it.

It's probably a pity that the only person in the world who is willing to give his life for the ghost king is gone.

Maybe he should be stopped...

All of a sudden, the ghost king hall rang out a rustling air, the tone was like fairy music, but in this weird scene, it only seemed extraordinarily infiltrating.

Pale moonlight, strange music.

A gust of wind whizzed by, bringing a strong fragrance of pear blossoms.

The blood man on the ground suddenly opened his clear almond eyes, his cheeks puffed out, his small canine teeth were exposed, and he said in a faint voice, "Damn, I'm so hurt to death."

The ghost lamp was so frightened that its soul and body were separated, and it screamed, "It's a corpse!"

Help!Can ghost gates cheat corpses?This is too beyond the cognition of the ghost people!

Then, the blood man closed his eyes again.

Granny Meng's complexion changed drastically, and she hurriedly stepped forward to probe for his spiritual consciousness, and there was a cloud of black energy lingering in Shen Linyu's body, helping him repair the fairy bones and meridians.

ghost king...

She looked in astonishment at the ghost king hall who kept whining...

Do you want to miss this great opportunity?

Unwilling, Po Meng secretly pressed her luck on Shen Linyu's dantian.

Suddenly a red-black light penetrated her palm, and half of her body showed a miserable state of decay. She hurriedly knelt down, "Your subordinate is overbearing!"

The crimson aura slowly disappeared.

"Grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you?" Ghost Lamp stretched out five balls of flames in front of her anxiously.

Granny Meng was preoccupied, so she called out You Guangjian who had been tricked into helping Xianjun, who was unconscious, and told Ghost Lantern, "Follow him well."

"Mother-in-law is willing to let Dengdeng go out to play!" Guideng said happily with unwiped tears.

Po Meng thought for a while, and wrote a talisman with luck, "Bring this thing, if... if that white tiger wakes up and asks you about the ghost king, you can pass this talisman to him."

Ghost Lamp nodded like pecking rice, he was not curious about such far-off things, but still cared about immediate things, "Mother-in-law, the Immortal Lord just died clearly, why did he suddenly come back to life!"

This is unprecedented in a ghost town.

...unless the ghost king shows mercy.

Meng Po murmured: "Thousands of years ago, I followed the old ghost king to conquer the east and west, and I heard such a legend."

"Anyone who can survive in Avici Hell is—"

"The ghost king's bride."

……

The rapid bell sounded in Shen Linyu's hand, and he regained consciousness, and there seemed to be Lingchi-like pain remaining in his body.

A soft and hot palm was attached to his subconsciously frowning brows, gently kneading and slowly twisting, completely different from the usual perverted indifference, even - a little gentle, could it be that the thick fog has not left the poison...

Baihu asked in a low voice, "Isn't Xianjun in pain?"

Shen Linyu looked at his soft and sincere eyes, her heart moved, she opened her mouth, unable to say those understatement words.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Wu Xinling kept shaking, Baihu took his hand and pressed it against his soft face.

That gaze was too hot.

Shen Linyu dodged slightly, "Didn't you say... I owe you my life..."

Bai Hu sighed lightly, a little mockingly, but also a little helpless.

"Is it a debt of life for the immortal to do justice for the heavens and kill me as a murderer?" Bai Hu lowered his eyes, "It is obviously a boundless merit."

After the white tiger finished speaking, the whole tiger leaned into Shen Linyu's embrace, and gently rubbed his head against his chin.

Only such flesh-to-body, heart-to-heart touch can teach him to feel real.

"Scholar with flowers and candles, Su Meng in the illusion, and the infatuated twin spiders, Xianjun has never been soft-hearted for a moment, why can't Dudu treat me?"

Shen Linyu panicked for some reason, and immediately retorted: "No."

Bai Hu didn't make a sound, but felt Shen Linyu's heartbeat suddenly increased.

Shen Linyu said: "I also suffered a hundred and eight thunderbolts for someone I never knew. The so-called cause and effect cannot be guessed..."

The white tiger lowered his eyes, thinking of the illusion of the previous life woven by the nightmare, that disgraced beggar, his heart hurts, did he actually suffer from a hundred and eight thunders at that time?

Bai Hu asked: "What will happen if you don't get this thunder?"

Shen Linyu said: "The killing and cruelty are like a river, and the lives of the people are ruined."

"So what?"

"Hmm...it's really painful. It takes 80 years of training to return to the Promise Heaven."

That's why he lived on the pear tree for so long?Have you been tossing and tossing for this dewy relationship again?

Bai Hu shook his head lightly, but Shen Linyu still didn't understand.

What will happen if you don't save him?It's just the death of a man who deserved it.

What will happen if you save him?Once a thousand years of cultivation is destroyed, it is very likely that he will die in the world of mortals.

Bai Hu didn't continue to question, but hugged Shen Linyu's slender neck nostalgicly, and said firmly: "I won't let Xianjun suffer anymore."

Even if he is just a stand-in for that person in Kunpeng's phantom.

He is also happy.

But as long as he doesn't ask, Shen Linyu won't ask for trouble, find trouble for nothing, and get entangled in those annoying things that are constantly being cut and reasoned.

So the warm side as imagined did not appear.

Shen Linyu suddenly grabbed him by the armpit and lifted him up, looked at him face to face carefully for a while, and nuzui wondered: "Why are you so sensational today, could it be that you were taken away?"

Forget it, Shen Linyu actually took it seriously, and started to check him carefully.

There was a haze on the white tiger's head, and it scratched his face with a paw.

Shen Linyu felt relieved.

"I wish I had done this earlier!" He said carelessly: "There are so many useless things that hurt the spring and the autumn, and the suffering is a thing of the past. I still need your three-legged kung fu to protect me! If you really feel sorry, practice hard and don't cause trouble for me again."

But the white tiger said: "If I become a fairy in one day, can I still be reunited with the fairy?"

"That must be!" Shen Linyu frowned, squeezed both sides of his face to double the width, and said angrily: "Don't you want to become a fairy queen and turn your face against others! I still expect you to be my daughter!" The heavenly mount is majestic!"

"……it is good."

He responded suddenly, Shen Linyu was a little caught off guard, blinked his eyes twice, and said: "If you want to be so easy to talk every day, I can be your mount..."

Baihu smiled lowly, his voice was like the breeze and the moon.

It seems that Shen Linyu has never heard him laugh so easily since the death of the general.

"Xianjun sees me thinking about other people, I will be unhappy." Baihu said calmly.

Shen Linyu touched his nose when he was spotted, and met his straight and affectionate eyes.

She felt a little embarrassed, and even her cheeks turned red.

Like the most attractive fruit on the top of the cloud top.

Bai Hu narrowed his eyes, looked away, and shook the Wuxin Bell in his hand, jingling, Shen Linyu's hand also shook.

Shen Linyu just remembered this thing, knowing that he was worried about himself, so he persuaded: "It's not your inner alchemy, it's effective at most a hundred miles around, why bother to be persistent."

But Baihu stretched out his paws to cover Shen Linyu's hands, and saw that the pair of gold and silver mist heart bells in their hands disappeared out of thin air.

"Only the master of Wu Xinling can control the shape... How could you..." Shen Linyu suddenly thought about the fact that he was still alive when he cut the inner alchemy in the River God Temple, and he said in surprise: "You can't be 'ecstasy' The technique of devouring magic! Isn’t it only the ghost king who can do it?”

The Ecstasy Soul Devouring Technique is the most evil and poisonous Taoism in the Great Thousand World.The dantian of a practitioner is like a vast ocean of sea water, which cannot be condensed into a golden elixir, but can devour the essence of other people's Taoism and turn it into one's own use.

"Could it be—"

Bai Hu's heart tightened.

The author says:

Xu Yan:?

You know too much.