Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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More than a dozen ghosts hid in the stream, above the swimming fish, doing their best to suppress the breath on the body, swimming back and forth with the fish.

A horrible divine mind glanced back and forth in the neighborhood, not letting go of a single cent.

a long time.

Shennian brought some unwillingness away slowly.

The ghosts hidden here did not relax their vigilance, they had been deceived once before, and they were found by the spirit of returning just after they slackened.

There are thirty ghosts in a line, and now there are less than half of them, that's why.

Another moment passed.

"Hui Hou." A divine thought came quietly:

"what to do?"

"Hiding like this is no way!"

With the superimposition of the number of dragons, the dragon power and divine consciousness of the dragons will continue to increase, and sooner or later it will exceed the law of hiding.

Even worse,

They seem to know where the ghost is hiding, and they scan back and forth with their spirits, and it won't be long before they have nowhere to escape.

In front of a common enemy, the two groups of Hou Ye, who were originally hostile, had to join forces to seek vitality.

"There is a light curtain woven by the dragon clan in the north, and it is impossible to make a breakthrough silently, otherwise we try another direction?"

There is a ghost suggestion.

"Stupid!" Huihou snorted:

"That light curtain obviously trapped me and waited. How could there be only on the north side? They are now compressing our movable range."

"Then……"

"Besiege together!"

"what!"

"Then what to do?"

The ghosts changed colors one after another.

"Don't worry." Huihou showed a ghost and looked into the distance:

"There are a lot of dragons nearby, but my brothers are not weak. If you really want to fight to death, you will have a chance to be found."

"we……"

"Fucked!"

Before he finished his words, his expression changed abruptly:

"Go!"

The ghosts were already scared birds, and they moved in unison when they heard the sound, and they flew forward for several miles.

"Huihou!"

There is a ghost yelling:

"There is movement ahead!"

The breath ahead, familiar with some strangeness, is obviously a brother who has a bad relationship.

However, at this time, at the same time, the target of the Dragon Race's encirclement and suppression, it is obvious that it is impossible to escape single-handedly, so it is better to cooperate.

The ghosts looked at each other, and several flickers appeared near the sensing position.

"Princess Heart Sword?"

"General Mountain!"

"Cheng Tianhou!"

When a bunch of ghosts met, they suddenly discovered that there was more than one brother here, but there were a few people gathered here, and there were many masters.

Especially Mengshan, with its aura revealed, it is already a middle-level ghost king.

When the ghosts saw this, their spirits were shocked.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Meng Shan looked back, looked at the more than a dozen dragons who were chasing Huihou, and lifted his hand to cover the moon knife:

"Kill them first!"

"good!"

Huihou's eyes flashed, and he actively turned back to his body, shaking his arms in the air, hundreds of feet long bone spurs sprang out.

The bone spurs were white, with mysterious runes on them, and when they touched the dragon mighty spirit in front of them, they exploded in an instant.

"Boom..."

Amid the roar, the bone powder shimmered, and the divine consciousness formed by the gathering of the dragon clan was also suddenly scattered, and then a knife was cut into it.

It's Mengshan!

In the absence of the Tenth-Order Dragon Clan, and Longwei has never been blessed, the Ninth-Order Dragon Clan almost contends in front of him.

"Huh!"

"puff!"

The dragon head was cut off.

Cheng Tianhou, Xinjian County Lord, and even the ghost kings around them all started together.

Everyone of the ghost kings is a generation who has experienced hundreds of battles, and they can have the upper hand in the face of the dragon clan of the same level, not to mention that they are bullying the less.

The fight ended briefly.

"Pack up and leave quickly."

Mengshan raises the knife and overlooks:

"A Tier 10 Dragon Clan is here."

Tier 10, he is not afraid, but there is still a Tier 11 fire dragon nearby, as long as they are dragged for a period of time, then...

No one can escape!

…………

"It's you?"

The five-headed ghost looked up to the sky and roared:

"Little box, get out of me!"

He roared angrily, chasing across the sky in the form of a black cloud, and five hideous and terrifying ghosts rolled in the black cloud from time to time.

By now, he still didn't understand, it must have been Little Box who got news from other ghost clan from his side, and sold it to the dragon clan after changing hands.

What's more, even he himself was betrayed!

Seeing that you are trapped, it may even be a life of nine deaths, how can you not be annoyed?

The only puzzle in his heart now is how could he escape from the small box that was obviously weak for ten miles?

"Ah……"

At this time, the little box was lying prone on the back of Lord Yang, shuttled among the mountains and rivers, looked back after hearing the sound, and then chuckles disdainfully:

"Senior, don't you plan to teach him a lesson?"

"It's not necessary." Yang Jun mumbled:

"The five-headed ghost is also in the middle level of the ghost king, and his natal supernatural powers are extremely weird, even if I kill him, I am afraid that I will be injured."

"Let the dragons come by themselves."

It is not afraid of five-headed ghosts.

The five-headed ghost is indeed powerful, and can even swallow people of similar blood to strengthen its own strength. At a young age, he has become a middle-level ghost king.

Equal to him.

But Yang Jun was in this state two thousand years ago, with countless methods and stronger strength.

It’s just a matter of trouble.

not to mention……

Now is not the time to solve the five-headed ghost.

Its eyes shrank, four hooves stepped on the ground, the rocks below shattered, and the ghost on its back flew for several miles, and several jumps over a large mountain.

In front, there is already a giant net opened by the dragon clan.

"Boy."

Mr. Yang speaks:

"Call the Dragon Race to solve the trouble!"

"..." The little box's eyes flickered, and he nodded slowly:

"good!"

As he said, he took out a bone flute from his body and made a soft and crisp sound.

The bone flute is a token given to him by the Dragon Clan.

The desolate, melodious voice sounded, and the dragon clan in the distance looked back upon hearing the sound, and screamed towards the sky, rushing towards the place.

There are more than a dozen dragons, among them there are three with nine ranks and one ice dragon.

The group of dragons is coming fiercely, and the murderous intent is full.

"Senior." The little box turned pale, and his body was taut. He immediately lowered his voice, letting the dragon spirit sweep over him, and said:

"Do you think the Dragon Race will keep our promise and let us go."

"they……"

"Will you just do us too?"

"Don't worry." Yang Jun glanced at him and said:

"Before killing the other ghost races, they definitely won't, but after that, whether they will let them go is two different things."

"Then it's okay." The little box breathed a sigh of relief:

"There are seniors, we can leave in the chaos, and we won't meet them then."

"That's right." Mr. Yang nodded, and continued to charge, crossing the group of dragons. The group of dragons had indeed never acted at them.

"Roar!"

"Peng!"

The five-headed ghost collided with a group of dragons.

The five-headed ghost, who is already a middle-level ghost king, has terrifying strength.

The tongue writhed, blood splashed, and his face was horrified.

"Roar!"

The dragons roared and rushed wildly.

"Humph!" Yang Jun looked back from a distance, and his eyes narrowed when he saw this:

"The strength of the five-headed ghost is really good, but there is a problem in his mind. It is too impulsive. I am afraid that it will be inevitable."

"I don't think so." The little box shook his head slightly:

"It depends on whether there is a Tier 10 dragon race nearby coming here as soon as possible, otherwise the five heads are afraid that they can really break through the defense line and escape."

"There is no chance." Yang Jun said:

"Tenth-order dragon clan has rushed over."

"senior."

The little box blinked and said:

"Should we stop?"

"Not urgent."

Yang Jun sullen his head and rushes wildly:

"It's not too late."

At its speed, it took only a few dozen breaths for a hundred miles, and it didn't take long for him to get away from the dragon clan and rush out for hundreds of miles.

This makes the little box's expression a bit puzzled:

"Senior, the direction seems to be wrong."

"Yes."

Jun Yang stopped, shaking his shoulders, and threw the small box out.

"clatter!"

The little box landed steadily, taking a step back subconsciously, with a strong smile on his face:

"Senior, shall we go on?"

"Of course." Yang Jun smiled, examining the small box back and forth:

"The environment here is good, and there should be no problem in setting up a grave for you."

"Ah!" The little box turned white and backed away again:

"Qian... Senior, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean, you should be very clear." Yang Jun shook his head and sighed:

"Little box, you're thinking fast, why bother deliberately pretending to be confused, do you really think that I didn't see what you signaled to the dragon clan?"

"When they solve the five-headed ghosts, they will come to me, right?"

"No, no." The little box shook his head repeatedly.

"No?" Mr. Yang said with disdain:

"From the beginning ~www.readwn.com~ you wanted me to work with the five-headed ghost, so even if the five-headed ghost was killed, I would be seriously injured."

"At that time you will use the power of the dragon clan to get rid of me..."

"Prince Lu has lost all of his burial in the dragon sky, and I can't escape. Only your little box will go back alive. Naturally, you must belong to the throne of King Lu."

"Humph!"

It hummed softly and said:

"Little box, with your accumulation, I am afraid that you will become the king of ghosts early, but to reassure me, there has been no breakthrough."

"Senior!" The little box yelled angrily:

"I have nothing to do with you!"

"Without you, I am afraid that I would have died long ago in the Dragon Burying Heaven, and without you, how can I compete with King Zhao even if I become King Lu?"

"I……"

"Little Box is willing to swear to the sky, and never intend to use the Dragon Clan to deal with you!"

"Huh?" The other party's eyes were sincere and eloquent, which made Jun Yang hesitate. It's true that he was thinking too much.

"Ah……"

After he came back to his senses, it smiled freely:

"never mind."

"It doesn't matter whether you have this mind or not, whether you have this plan or not."

"After all, almost all the blood of King Lu who have entered the Dragon Burying Heaven are trapped here, and if you solve you, no one will inherit the throne of King Lu."

"To tell you the truth, now that King Zhao has already attacked with all his strength, even if you go out alive, you may not be able to see King Lu."

"The Ghost Realm of King Lu..."

It raised its head, the soundtrack was blank:

"After all, it will be in the hands of my lord, little box, you are very smart. I will remember the experience of this period of time."

"now,"

"go to hell!"

At the sound of the sound, the horns appeared on the chest of the little box and pierced forward fiercely.