"Hey~ Brother Liu Er, is this guy the ancestral spirit in the middle of the lake? It's too ugly. If this guy were to be a demon slave in the demon realm, no one would want him!" The little white pig looked at the distance not far away and looked like a human being. The bald monster that looked like a monkey but not a monkey sighed with emotion.
"You stupid pig who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth is really the same as this evil beast! Don't worry, after I finish cleaning up the little evil beast, I will let you experience what life is worse than death!" The ancestor spirit in the center of the lake gritted his teeth and stared at the little white pig. The little white pig looked at it. A moment of trepidation.
"You ugly monster, if you have the guts, come at me. What kind of skills do you have for threatening my novice? To tell you the truth, I came to Pohu Lake today just to deal with you, the ugly monster! I don't need to torture you to death like grandpa!" A Lang He puffed up his chest, looking confident.
"Tsk, tsk, you little evil beast, are you so fierce? Come on, let me see how capable you are! Let's take action!" The ancestral spirit in the center of the lake hovered its body and opened its webbed hands to welcome Alang's attack.
"Old monster, this is what you said, don't move if you can!" Alang narrowed his eyes and looked at the ancestral spirit in the middle of the lake, and then whispered, "Hold me tight!"
"Haha, today I will let you, little bastard, experience what it means to be unable to die!" After saying this, Ancestor Hu Xin crossed his hands in front of his chest and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a trace of evil.
"Hurry up!" A Lang whispered and directly used the ghost shadow taught by his grandfather to the extreme. Before the three demons possessing A Lang could react, A Lang, carrying the three demons, was already running towards the entrance of Netherworld Lake at high speed.
"Humph, it's true! Do you want to run away? This is our ancestor's territory!" The ancestor spirit in the center of the lake looked at Alang as he fled at high speed with an evil look on his face. Then he waved his hand gently, and a breathtaking spiral water flow rolled towards him. A Lang. At the moment A Lang broke out of the water, the spiral water touched A Lang's legs. A Lang used all his strength to throw the three demons out. Bang bang bang, the three demons broke away from A Lang's body and fell into the Netherworld Lake. Entrance to the shore.
"don't want!"
"My lord!"
"Your Majesty, Little King of Hell!"
The dragon-headed centipede, the little white pig and the six-eared monkey demon guessed from what A Lang did that A Lang was doing his best to protect the three demons. Seeing Alang being dragged into the Netherworld Lake again by the ancestral spirit in the center of the lake, the three demons were frightened. However, their own cultivation was too different from that of the ancestral spirit in the center of the lake, so they could only seek their own death.
"Wait for me here! Don't worry, the old bastard is back!" With a squeak, Alang was pulled into the Netherworld Lake by the spiral current as soon as he finished speaking.
"Brother Six-Ears, what should we do now? We can't just watch our Lord die!" The little white pig struggled to get up from the ground, shook the pig behind and looked at the Six-Eared Monkey Demon anxiously.
"Listen to the arrangement of Lord Xiaoyan. Although the Lord seems to have a childish mind, he is actually very cunning. Moreover, the Lord is strange. According to his character, he will never be easily involved in danger. Our action will only bring a burden to him. By the way, who is the old bastard he is talking about? Do you know him?" The six-eared monkey demon Zou frowned and looked at the entrance of Netherworld Lake, analyzing the current situation.
"Old bastard? I don't know which old bastard he is talking about. If nothing else, it should be his Yuanling Ghost King of All Realms." The little white pig scratched its mouth with its trotters, looking like it was lost in memories.
"What? The Ghost King of All Realms? Little Yama Yuanling is actually the Ghost King of All Realms?" The six-eared monkey demon was once again deeply shocked by the little white pig's response.
While the three demons were discussing anxiously, Alang was pulled back into the lake by the ancestral spirit in the center of Netherworld Lake.
"Run! Run again! After a long time, your increased ability is to escape? I haven't seen you in a few years and you have become more stupid. I am a little disappointed!" The ancestor spirit in the center of the lake looked at the people tied up in front of him with a teasing look. A Lang, who was lying on his back.
"Old ugly monster, do you think I'm really afraid of you? Haha, remember, today next year will be your death anniversary! Come out! My lovely old Wang Ba Yuanling, let this ugly monster tremble to its heart's content!! Yuanling, The Ghost King of All Realms appears!!!" A Lang's lowered head suddenly raised, and then he let out a hissing roar.
"What? The Ghost King of All Realms?? Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!" The ancestral spirit in the center of the lake palpitated when he heard Alang's words, and stared at the strange Yuanling slowly appearing in front of him with wide eyes.
"Haha, old bastard, I miss you so much!" Alang was extremely excited to see Yuan Ling reappearing, "Really! Old bastard, I knew you were back! Do you have to give me a surprise? Hate it! What kind of hide-and-seek game are you playing! I am here to check the spiritual pool in my body day and night! Come on, let this ugly monster see what real life is worse than death! Let’s do it, don’t worry about me, it will be as bloody as possible!” Ah Langwai! Turning his head, he walked around the Yuanling in front of him and looked at the ancestral spirit in the center of Netherworld Lake with a wicked smile.
"It's... it's... it's really him!" Seeing Alang Yuanling's slowly raised face, the ancestral spirit in the center of the lake couldn't help but tremble all over.
"Hurry up and do it! Stop nagging! There's no need to pretend, I know you're good!" A Lang was a little flustered when he saw that the Yuanling in front of him showed no intention of taking action, and a trace of uneasiness came over him.
Hearing A Lang's call, the Yuanling in front of A Lang slowly turned his head.
"Eh? How did you become like this?" The moment he saw Yuan Ling's appearance, A Lang was stunned. The Yuanling who appeared in front of A Lang had the face of the ghost king of all realms, and the body was in the form of a child. He was wearing a red cloth bag, with small limbs and extremely hollow eyes, as if he had lost his intelligence and was like a walking corpse.
"Oops... is what the old bastard said true? It's over now..." A Lang couldn't help but tremble all over, feeling unprecedented regret and fear in his heart.
