Big Panda Boss

　　 The evil ghost had just been hit by a stick, and he almost didn't get shit, so he dared to hold on, turned around and ran.

　　 "Flee from the evil barrier!" Chen Fan took the bizhu stick and drew his leg to chase.

　　 The evil spirit ran back and roared: "Your uncle's deity knows who the deity is!"

　　 "Hey, Xiaoyanger, have you actually learned to talk back to your uncle?" Chen Fan jumped up, and instantly crossed a hundred steps to push the evil spirit down again with a stick.

　　 The evil ghost was so scared that he screamed, and quickly urged his magical powers to teleport a hundred steps away. However, this teleportation spell consumes too much energy and blood, and it is seen that the whole person has dried up.

　　 Chen Fan fell through with a stick and smashed the ground into a big hole.

　　 The evil spirit was so gut-hearted that he staggered again and ran away.

　　 But he didn't want Chen Fan to jump directly in front of him again, and swept across with a stick.

　　 It was too late for the evil spirit to hide. He was swept by a stick and flew out in an instant. It landed a few hundred meters away and then slid away.

　　 "Puff!!!" The evil spirit spouted a big mouthful of blood, his face was filled with grief and anger, wondering how did the dignified King Blackhorn ever suffer such humiliation? If it weren’t for the depletion of God’s descending technique, he could only project a blood spirit clone that was less than one percent of his own strength. How could he be chased and beaten by a little bear spirit? Raise your head in the ghost world to dominate.

　　 Seeing that Xiong Jing rushed over again with a stick, King Noire immediately roared in anger, "Enough! Your uncle, this deity is..."

　　梆!

　　 Chen Fan directly knocked down the goods with a stick, and stepped on it with one foot. There is not much nonsense at all, and the bizhu stick is just a sharp draw.

　　 "Your uncle's also deserves to be called? Huh? Today, your uncle will let you little beast know how good your uncle is!"

　　梆! Bang! Bang!

　　 The crisp sound of bamboo sticks rang throughout the basin.

　　 The black horned king can only hold his head and bark, not to mention how bad it is.

　　In the end, Chen Fan stopped his hand when he was tired. He panted and asked, "Frankly lenient, resisting strictly! Honestly, what the **** are you?"

　　 "Your uncle, you don't even know who the deity is, why hit me?"

　　 "Yeah, dare you to be tough?"

　　梆!

　　 "Stubborn mouth, right?"

　　梆! Bang! Bang!

"Stop, stop, don't fight! I said! I said! I'm the Black Horned King of Heifeng Mountain in the Nether Ghost Realm..." The Black Horned King, who was about to be beaten into a pig's head, secretly swears that he will definitely make this hate when he gets out of trouble. Xiong Jing peeled the skin cramps, and then drew out three souls and seven souls...

　　 "What are you looking at? Are you talking ill of your uncle in your heart?" Chen Fan saw that his eyes were rolling, and he guessed that he must be squeezing badly in his heart. He picked up the bizhu stick and it was another stroke!

　　 The Black Horned King is almost crying, he can see now that this bear spirit's brain is absolutely abnormal.

　　 "I don't have one, woo woo woo."

"Why are you crying? Just like a girl." Chen Fan held his bizhu stick directly on his face and grinned his teeth: "I said it's not good for you kid to stay at home. Isn't it very difficult to run here to pretend to be a ghost? It's fun?"

　　 "It's not fun, it's not fun, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Daxian forgive me." King Noire was able to bend and stretch, and decided to escape the claws of this bear spirit.

　　 "It's not fun, are you coming? You said you are sick?" Chen Fan said coldly.

　　 "I'm sick, I'm sick." King Noire can only smash his teeth and swallow.

"If you are sick, you have to be cured." Chen Fan thrust the bizhu stick into the ground, then reached out and picked up the goods, looking left and right, and touching with his hands, just like looking at animals, and forcibly He opened his mouth and looked at the mouth of his teeth, and finally diagnosed: "I guess you must have yellow urine recently. This is because you have burned your brain. You see that you have acne on your forehead. I will help you pull it out."

　　 "Don't don't! Stop it!" Seeing that this bear spirit was about to break the black horns on his forehead, King Noire suddenly panicked and struggled hard: "That's not a pimple! It's the magic horn of the deity!"

"Come on less, your uncle will see more ghosts with long horns, and you won't be as ugly as you are. You must be angry, don't be embarrassed, you will be happy if you bear it." How did the horned king struggle, he directly pushed him to the ground, holding the black horn and snapped one off.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　 Chen Fan kept his subordinates, breaking down one by one, until he broke off all the black horns on his forehead.

　　As soon as he finished his work, I saw King Noire's expression that seemed to be broken by playing, weakly limp on the ground, foam at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes dullly looking up at the sky...

　　 He regrets it!

　　 He hates it!

　　 He is sad!

I regretted that I knew that this world was more dangerous than the ghost world, but I still sneaked over and wanted to secretly develop believers to harvest blood and beliefs, but did not hesitate to spend divine energy and finally projected a blood spirit clone but suffered the violence of an abnormal bear spirit To destroy...

　　 Chen Fan put all the black horns that came off into his own bag, then pulled out the bizhu stick and held it high. I was afraid of repeating the mistakes of the lizardman priest, so I didn’t dare to use all my strength. Now that the trophies are collected in advance, there is no need to be merciful anymore~www.ltnovel.com~ Seeing Xiong Jing's face, the King Noire suddenly showed a murderous look. I panicked, because this blood spirit clone was a'trumpet' that he spent countless resources to cultivate. If it was broken, it would be enough to hurt his muscles and bones and even hurt his origin. He immediately said with horror on his face: "Your uncle! Don't kill me! You can give you whatever deity you want!"

　　 Chen Fan grinned and said with a smile: "Don't pretend, I will let you go, wait for you to heal your injury so you can find me revenge?"

　　 "The deity can swear not to seek revenge from you!" The Black Horned King threatened and lured: "Besides, this body is not the deity of the deity. Even if you kill the deity, it can still live well!"

"Well, you're right." Chen Fan thought for a while and nodded, letting King Noire feel relieved, and let out a long sigh of relief, sighing that he finally flicked this stupid bear spirit, and then just continue to play The deity’s three-inch tongue may be able to...

　　 "But I don't listen."

　　Hu——Boom!

　　 Fortunately, Chen Fan blocked his face with the hat in advance, and he might be bloodied again.

Lifting the Bizhu stick and shaking the plasma on it, Chen Fan squatted down and searched for this guy's headless corpse, but didn't find anything more valuable, so he simply set it off and burned the fire clean . Then he carried the Bizhu stick and leaped forward to solve the lizardmen.

　　……

　　Netherworld, Heifeng Mountain, inside a dark black castle with sharp horns.

　　 Suddenly, a black wind soared into the sky from the castle, forming a violent magical might sweep across all directions, causing all the ghost races within a thousand miles to tremble on the ground.

　　 Then he heard an angry roar resounding through the sky: "Your uncle!!! The deity is at odds with you!!!"