Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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In the empty hall, Emperor Ku sat cross-legged.

The doors and windows were open, and the wind blew by, causing the white silk to dance around, and the whistling of the wind was full of loneliness and desolation.

There is a high platform on the inner wall of the main hall.

The high platform resembles the place where the mortals of the Yang world enshrine their ancestors. There are nine tablets on it. The strange thing is that each tablet is blank.

On it, no name and surname were left.

"Master."

With a hoarse sound, an old man with a rickety back and holding a cane appeared on the side of the hall door and bowed his head towards the emperor:

"Quanzhen Taoist Taoist Moqiu, has entered the ghost prison of Fengdu."

Uncle Bai stood on the other side without saying a word.

"Ok."

Emperor Ku's complexion remained unchanged:

"What do you think of this Quanzhen Taoist master?"

"The strength of the old slave is limited, and I can't see much now, but this son is so lucky that you are even better than the master." The old man said lowly:

"Before, where he was, your luck would be suppressed, Lord."

"Oh!"

Emperor Ku raised his eyebrows thoughtfully:

"Yes?"

The old man bowed, the answer was self-explanatory.

This old man is an old man in the Seven Fei Palace, the ghost is unintentional, and he has a pair of peculiar eyes for observing fortunes and fate, and he is highly regarded by the emperor.

He was convinced of the other party's words.

Even if he insisted on marrying Taizhen privately, it was because of the other party.

After so many years, countless experiences have proved that the old man has never missed it, and he has also gained an unprecedented status.

"The Lord need not worry about this."

The old man stood behind, although he couldn't see the change of Di Ju's face, he could guess one or two, and said:

"That was before, and now the Lord will soon inherit the throne of the ghost king, and be blessed by the throne, and his luck far exceeds that of many ghost kings."

"Then don't ask..."

"It's nothing more than a monk who has just entered Yuanying. In this underworld, you are the master."

"That's pretty good." Di Yu stretched his face, slowing his forehead, and then asked:

"How is the recovery from the teacher's injury?"

"I want to meet the King Zhao this time. I don't know if I have a chance to meet him. Just like before, listen to his teachings."

"This..." The old man's face changed slightly, and he shook his head regretfully:

"The old master was injured too badly back then, and is still training now. It is not convenient to see people in a short period of time, but at critical times, he will definitely help."

"pity."

Emperor Ku lightly sighed:

"The disciple is about to inherit the throne, but it's a pity that the master can't come. Let me tell Master that the disciple has been waiting for him to come out of the mountain."

"Yes."

The old man should be, saying:

"The old slave retires."

"Ok."

Emperor Ku waved his hand.

The old man then lightly tapped on the crutches, which turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared.

After a while.

Uncle Bai narrowed his eyes and said:

"Lord, you need me to do something and give him..."

He stretched out his hand to make a fictitious mark in his throat, his eyes were cold and murderous.

"No need."

Emperor Ku shook his head:

"He still has some usefulness, and my master does not even dare to see me now. I am afraid it was the injury that I received back then. It is really serious."

As he said, he snorted softly.

Regarding the mysterious master in his mouth, Di Yu had no respect, instead he felt murderous on the tape.

"Outside, there is King Zhao invading, inside there are ghosts of Chengtian Hou family who are unwilling, and there are mentors around him, and Moqiu, etc., may turn his face at any moment of existence."

"my heart…"

"It's difficult!"

He sighed faintly, only to feel that he was heavily shackled, and outsiders looked very beautiful, and only the first person could experience the troubles.

"Subordinates are incompetent!"

Uncle Bai knelt on one knee, drooping his head and drinking:

"It is the subordinate's negligence if he can't solve the problems for the master."

"Fine, nothing." Di Xu waved his hand again and again, sweeping away his depression:

"How can you not be tempered if you become a big thing, and my current troubles, in the eyes of others, I am afraid that I can't ask for it."

Talking, smiled softly.

"after all…"

"I am already King Lu!"

The sound fell, a terrifying might, emerging from his body, the sky suddenly became dark, and the wind and clouds in the underworld within a radius of thousands of miles changed suddenly.

Uncle Bai's body was taut, his face was full of fear.

Late Ghost King!

...

Hell map, one level!

Ten directions to kill, four levels!

Ksitigarbha original wish knife, six levels!

Heavenly Soldier Bodyguard Rune, three levels!

Yama's fifth body, the body is comparable to the body of a middle-level ghost king!

When Mo Qiu appeared again, although his mana hadn't made much progress, other aspects had grown by leaps and bounds.

and.

He didn't know how much spiritual fluid was consumed in the Nether Profound Water Pool, he finally realized the technique of plundering the power of the souls of others from the Seal of the Dou Mu.

Although he still can't directly bless his own cultivation base and soul, he can light up the stars of the sea of ​​consciousness and use it to deduce other techniques.

"Mo Daozhu!"

Uncle Bai looked at Mo Qiu, with surprise on his face:

"But for more than ten days, the Taoist master has given people a sense of renewal. It seems that this trip has been very rewarding, so gratifying!"

original.

He doesn't think that if you don't want to enter the **** for half a month, you can gain anything.

Even if there is,

After all, time is limited.

But now it seems that in addition to showing fatigue in the other party's spirit, the breath of the whole person is as if it has been tempered again.

The sharp edges are exposed, making it difficult to look directly at it.

"lucky."

Do not seek to converge, Yuan Ying squeezed the tactics lightly, converged all his energy, and once again became harmless to humans and animals, and opened his hand to the other party:

"This time, I would like to thank Fellow Daoist Bai."

"You are welcome." Uncle Bai returned to his senses and said:

"Thank you, and thank the Lord, I'm just a guide, how can I say thank you?"

"It will be the grandfather's succession ceremony soon. Mo Daozhu might as well take a break for a while and participate in the ceremony as a distinguished guest."

"Also."

Do not ask for a nod.

...

time,

In a flash.

The ceremony of King Lu's succession begins today.

The body of Skyrim Haoyue didn't know where it was, separated by endless time and space, spreading the halo.

The Royal Palace of Lu, which covers hundreds of miles, has long been illuminated, but unlike the Yangshi, the white silk and death are even more festive in terms of ghosts.

No ghost seemed to be sad about the death of the previous King Lu. On the contrary, he was looking forward to the identity of the new King Lu.

"The ghost king of Mingyue congratulates the new king Lu on his succession to the throne. He is here to visit and congratulate a pair of Wannian soul-inducing jade and a set of ghostly shocking soul clocks..."

The emcee's voice was loud and spread all around, and the horns in a radius of hundreds of miles could be heard clearly.

A faint moon appeared in the sky, and a frame flew in the moonlight. The frame was pulled by an eight-headed skeleton, and inside it sat a woman wearing a tulle.

"It is said that UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Mingyue Ghost King was once the first female ghost in the king realm, and the predecessor King Lu had a deep love for her, but it is a pity that Wugui really won her favor."

"Yes, but her strength is even more impressive, the ghost king is mid-level, sitting down three thousand female ghosts, and the Ghost Moon Realm is even the most wonderful part of the king realm."

"Unfortunately, I never saw it with my own eyes."

"I've been there once."

"Yes?"

"Brother Ghost might as well speak and listen."

On the tower, Don't ask to stand with his hand, his eyes swept over a ghost king, and he couldn't help but secretly startled.

So many ghost kings?

I only perceived that there were close to a hundred people around, including a few middle-level ghost kings, and the strength of King Lu was so terrifying.

If it weren't for the invasion by King Zhao, and Xuanyou Cave of Shangqing had suppressed ghosts in the underworld, Quanzhen Dao would have long been unable to resist the invasion by ghost soldiers.

This is only the realm of King Lu.

How many masters are there in the kings of the shang country and the ghost countries of the Yinsi?

"Mr. Luo Heiye, with his thirty disciples, I am here to congratulate King Lu with a hundred heads of wind Luo Falcon, a thousand catties of soul water, and thirty thousand ghost servants."

The shouting sounded again.

Don't ask to raise an eyebrow.

Although these gifts may sound substantial, none of them are truly valuable.

as predicted.

After the emcee's voice fell, a faint murmur immediately sounded, and many ghosts whispered and cast surprised eyes at Lord Luo who was bringing the crowd.

The ghosts who understand the inside story are not surprised by this, but now that the throne has been set, it would be too shameful for Lord Luo to do this.

"Zangsha Ghost King..."

"Che Beng Ghost King..."

"Yasha Ghost King..."

"when!"

Suddenly, the sound of a stirring bronze bell interrupted the introduction of the emcee.

A lingering voice resounded in the distance:

"Qin Sheng, deputy master of the Ancestral Temple Inspection Hall, and Chu Xiong, son of King Zhao, come to congratulate the new King Lu."