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Ghost King Zong.
In the land of the back mountain, countless resentful souls were sent into it.
The faces of these resentful souls are full of panic, anger, and helplessness. They are all ordinary people, and they know that even if they are ghosts, they have no ability to resist.
He also said that he would not let go of being a ghost, but in the end he would not let go of being a ghost.
"Not enough, far from enough!" A cold voice came from deep in the back mountain.
"Catch, catch a ghost for me! Ordinary people can't satisfy me, catch a monk's soul for me!"
The one who spoke was none other than Old Ghost Nie, the master of the Ghost King Sect who was breaking through.
The sound came from the back mountain, causing the whole Ghost King Zong to panic.
A bloated, half-haired old man stood in mid-air and ordered the disciples below.
"The suzerain has ordered that the souls of monks are needed, and ordered the five major families of Wang, Li, He, Nie, and Zhu to pay tribute to the souls of 100 monks!" The second elder said.
He is the second elder of the Ghost King Sect. After the suzerain retreats and the Great Elder dies, he basically has the final say in the Ghost King Sect.
"Yes!" All the disciples responded one after another
On the spirit boat, Jiang Beichen stood with his hands behind his back, standing on the deck, overlooking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, with endless reveries in his heart, and a poem he had learned emerged in his heart.
"It will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance."
Jiang Beichen sent it out of feeling, but I can't remember the whole text, only this sentence.
"Master is not only unrivaled in cultivation, but also has a great literary talent!" Standing on the side of the deck, Zhao Hong imitated Jiang Beichen and stood with his hands behind his back, and praised.
Jiang Beichen originally wanted to say a few more words, but he couldn't remember them anymore. He only remembered some pretentious words and poems, and completely forgot the rest.
"Luo Li, how far is it?" Jiang Beichen asked.
Wang Luoli stood on the deck and looked down. Seeing the black air not far away, the resentment persisted, so she pointed to the front and said, "Master, it's right ahead!"
"Where is the sect of the Ghost King Sect, which is shrouded in black air all the year round, and the resentment will not disappear."
Jiang Beichen took a look at Dingqing, and there was indeed a black air in the distance, and it was a very ominous place at first glance!
In another quarter of an hour, we will be able to reach the front.
"When dealing with Ghost King Zong, don't be careless. Ghost King Zong can become a ninth-rank sect, so it is naturally powerful." Jiang Beichen instructed.
"Disciple understands!" Everyone clasped their hands.
Jiang Beichen nodded his head lightly, suddenly remembered an important matter, and quickly said: "Remember, make up the knife!"
"Replenish the knife?" All the disciples were puzzled.
"Yes, it's a make-up knife. After killing, whether you are dead or not, cut off the head first." Jiang Beichen said.
As a traverser, he knows the importance of making up the knife.
Especially in this world of cultivating immortals, if one is missed, there will be revenge later, and after killing one, there will be another one, which is cool to think about.
"Master, it's not enough." Zhao Hong said weakly.
Born in the royal family since he was a child, he is like a flower in a greenhouse, basically he has never seen a massacre.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to face his father and refuse to do anything.
"It must be like this!" Jiang Beichen gave the order to die.
"Master, there is a small village below, full of blood." Standing on the deck, Chen Heitan pointed down and said.
Bloody?
Jiang Beichen walked over and took a look. There was indeed blood below, and the atmosphere was a little strange.
"Go down and have a look." Jiang Beichen waved.
Wu Xuanyue controlled the spirit boat to land slowly.
As soon as they arrived at the low altitude, everyone saw corpses everywhere in the village, and the ground was covered with blood. They smelled a strong smell of blood from a long distance away.
Everyone who watched this scene was shocked.
The entire village was slaughtered, leaving no one alive, and the stream in the village was also stained red with blood.
When the spirit boat fell to the ground, everyone saw that most of the villagers died of panic, and there were women holding young children.
As an angry young man, Chen Heitan clenched his fists, a little angrily.
"Master, the souls of these people have been detained. It should be the ghost Wang Zong!" Wang Luoli glanced around and reported.
There are corpses all over the ground, but there is no resentment.
"Ghost King Zong, you are doomed!" Chen Heitan said angrily.
Jiang Beichen couldn't bear to watch it, it was too cruel!
I really can't stand it!
He felt that he had a psychological shadow, and he couldn't eat meat for at least three days.
Just as he was about to go back to the cabin to relieve his mood, the sound of the system rang in his ears.
"Ding, the son of luck has been detected, start the task of accepting apprentices!"
"Completion reward: one-hit kill experience card, foundation building thing¡ª¡ªBlack Dragon Horn. Failure penalty: dancing with corpses!"
Listening to the system's failure punishment, Jiang Beichen almost didn't spit it out.
This system has different punishments!
However, the son of luck was detected here, which proves that there should still be people alive here.
After taking a deep breath, Jiang Beichen walked out holding his nose, and endured it for the sake of his apprentice.
"There are still people alive here, look around." Jiang Beichen ordered.
All the disciples looked around, there were corpses everywhere, how could there be any living people.
However, the master has already spoken, so let's look for it.
All the disciples looked around one after another, looking for living people.
Jiang Beichen took a look around, it didn't look like a place where there could be living people at all.
"Forget it, let the disciples find it." Jiang Beichen thought to himself, glanced left and right, and saw a dry well under the big tree, so he walked over and sat on the dry well.
Not long after he sat down, Jiang Beichen felt that something was grabbing him under his buttocks, and he couldn't help but tremble all over. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com