There are dark clouds all around, and there are ghosts under the flags and flags.
"Be good, brother, I think you should move."
Lu Bai looked at the "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" that exploded into three balls of green fire.
"Move to your house and offer me three sticks of incense a day."
When Tai Gongchong heard Sikongtu call his name, his grimace turned greener.
"That's not possible. It's cheaper. I only give my father two sticks of incense a day."
Tai Gongchong narrowed his eyes. With the information this cunning old ghost had, he could certainly see something was wrong.
The Eight Hundred Bodhidharma is a powerful weapon against the enemy in the Onmyoji Realm Army. Even if three Eight Hundred Bodhidharmas are lined up, they can even fight against the Immortal Master.
It exploded so easily?
Su Che looked at the "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" exploding like fireworks, and felt as if he had met his opponent.
"I'm talking about Lao Lu."
"Sir."
"Why do I feel that the person opposite me looks familiar?"
"It's a good thing you didn't mention it. I feel a sense of deja vu when I mention it."
Taigong Chong said angrily.
"Why doesn't it look familiar? Isn't this just the Yin soldiers borrowing food and the fire dragon burning the warehouse? It's just settling the accounts here."
"Do you ghosts also live on free money?"
Lu Bai was quite surprised. He originally thought that such bad habits existed only in the human world, but he did not expect that the ghosts in the yin and yang world were also not immune.
"Eat, of course my old lady understands this kind of thing."
Taigong Chong, as a military attache during his lifetime and a ghost mission after his death, was very proficient in the operations here.
"Eating empty wages in the human world is the same as eating empty wages in the underworld. People need to eat if they are not dead for one day, and they need clothing if they are not dead for three days. The same is true for ghosts. Which ghost doesn't want incense, fire, and blood?"
"Just like these eight hundred Bodhidharmas, according to the rules of the world, each one is regarded as a ghost of the eighth level. Each person has five sticks of Suho sandalwood per day, seven and a half liters of rootless water per month, six feet Five plain silks. There are also various rewards during the New Year and the Dharma King’s Christmas.”
Tai Gongchong said: "These eight hundred Bodhidharma are not iron balls, they are mountains of gold and silver."
"But isn't this still an explosion?"
Lu Bai was a little confused.
"It's time to settle the accounts. These thieves can hide their secrets from you brats, but they can't hide them from me. They must be counting the number of people, so that cunning old man Sikong Tu got angry, and he just used your hands to settle the accounts. Account."
"Four eight hundred Bodhidharmas, three thousand six hundred and eighty-level ghost cultivators' food and clothing expenses, not to mention the two arrows that Master Zuo wiped out the big tent, Sikong Tu can still ask Xue Shaojun for a pension. "
"Do ghosts also have pensions?"
Young Master Su couldn't help hearing this.
The reason why the human dynasty wants to provide pensions to fallen soldiers is because everyone has parents and wives. Since the soldiers died in battle and their bodies were wrapped in horse leather, they must give an explanation to their families.
What's the ghost?
"After a family member dies, he or she becomes a ghost. Why can't an old ghost wait until his wife and children die? Even if the ghost wife is gone, he can still marry another one."
Suche could only agree with what Taigong Chong said.
While he was talking, a burly ghost over seven feet tall slowly walked out from under the Eastern flag banner. His hair and beard were all red, his mouth was full of fangs, he had two huge antlers on his head, and he was holding a bamboo stick in his hand. .
"Tai Gong Chong, you rebellious traitor, do you dare to hang out with me, Hongjiao?"
This red-haired evil ghost has a dense aura all over his body, and he is obviously an accomplished ghost cultivator.
Suche asked the Taigong beside him.
"Old lady, have you ever heard of this guy?"
The rebellious thief Taigong Chong was quite disheartened.
He looked at Suche, and finally spoke reluctantly.
"There are eighteen ghost soldiers under Sikong Tu's command. This red horn is the leader of one of the ghost soldiers. I heard that he was transformed after the death of a great witch in the southwest. If you are going to fight him, you should be careful because his witchcraft is unpredictable. "
Taigong Chong thought for a while and then said: "He has a witchcraft gourd. I heard it is very powerful. Once it is used, it can turn into countless poisonous insects. Do not attack him up close."
With this treacherous old ghost like Grandpa Chong here, these guys in the Yin and Yang Realm simply have no secrets at all.
"Okay." Young Master Su looked at the big ghost in the distance and said, "I'll come and meet him."
Lu Bai, who was watching Taigong Chong from the side, said angrily: "Brother, there is no misunderstanding between us brothers. You are a kind person."
Suche rolled up his sleeves and leaped towards the red-haired ghost.
"Hongjiao, come and try my sword."
Jidu's secret arrow disappeared, and a long sword transformed from the Yintian secret appeared in Su Che's hand.
This big red-haired ghost had been paying close attention to him for a long time under the flags, and he recognized that this pretty boy was a ruthless character.
Although the four "Eight Hundred Bodhidharmas" were just fake Xibei goods, I just coaxed Xue Shaojun, an old killer, into using some Suho sandalwood.
"Hold on, you are not Taigong Chong. Hong only asks the traitor this time. I will fight you again after I kill the traitor."
The old witch waved his hands quickly.
How can Su Che follow the rules of the world? The long sword in his hand was waving, and layers of sword energy greeted the red-haired old ghost like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling.
The sword energy came up layer by layer, and the red-haired old ghost waved the bamboo pole to the left and right.
Hongjiao gradually came to his senses.
This white-faced little thief's bow and arrows are indeed powerful, but his sword energy looks ordinary.
He has also heard people say that this white-faced thief should be a disciple of Beimang Guizu Palace. He must have been practicing in Guizu Palace for a long time and rarely fight with others.
Fighting is not just a sparring match. You have to use the most ruthless divine channel skills to crush them. It is really ridiculous to leave your strong hands unused and instead use this sparse swordsmanship to fight against the enemy.
Hongjiao felt happy, today is the day for me to show my face in front of others.
The four "Eight Hundred Bodhidharmas" cannot hide the high-level ghost soldiers, but they can deceive everyone in the Yin and Yang world.
Who doesn't know that this kid is a ruthless character who broke through four formations in a row, but he was defeated by my Hongjiao.
Thinking of this, a small green leather gourd appeared on the big red-horned millstone-like hand.
"Little thief, look at the device."
The green-skinned gourd exploded and turned into a rain of insects, in which witches of various sizes rained towards Suche like a hailstorm.
Su Che and Hongjiao were close to each other, but this witchcraft seemed to be a wave of waves that directly submerged Su Che.
Under the swarm of insects, Suche kept screaming.
"Kuye, your young master still can't help."
Tai Gongchong stamped his feet anxiously when he saw this.
"Didn't I tell him that the red-horned witch gourd was powerful? Why did he still..."
How could Lu Bai be in the mood to listen to this old ghost's complaints? He was thinking that Su Lixing was trapped in the Yin and Yang Realm, and he had no choice but to run to the North Country overnight.
Under the flags, a group of ghosts howled incessantly, and anyone could tell that it was Hongjiao who had won this time.
Sikongtu sat on the bronze chariot and frowned slightly. Based on his understanding of Beimang Guizu Palace, he would never believe that the disciples of Guizu Palace were so miserable.
The problem with Guizu Palace's disciples is that they are extreme and narrow-minded, and there will never be such soft persimmons.
Otherwise, why would Sikong Tu secretly hook up with Guizu Palace.
Could it be that this boy is not a disciple of Guizu Palace?
While Sikongtu was hesitating, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield, and the surging poisonous insects disappeared in an instant.
Hongjiao suddenly realized that he could no longer sense this magical weapon that had been cultivated for many years.
What a thief!
How could this old ghost not know that his magic weapon had been broken?
Just as he was about to cast his witchcraft, he saw a long black rope flying out of the sleeves of the little white-faced thief like a living snake, tying him up tightly.
After the black rope was tied up, Hongjiao felt that his soul was under pressure, and a dark coldness surged along the ghost body into the depths of his soul.
What a little thief, he actually has the magical power to bind souls.
Hongjiao held his breath and concentrated, keeping his mind clear, silently reciting the incantation, and was about to use the witchcraft method of death.
He was not even halfway through the mantra when he saw a black silver-scaled python appear out of nowhere, open its huge mouth and swallow him directly.
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