Chapter 1779 Carriage

"Ghost!"

"A fierce ghost who can use swords killed Uncle Jin with one sword?"

"What a white ghost, it scared me... Wait, is this a person, a human face?"

"Uncle Jin is so weak, he is gone just like that?"

"The person is black, could it be that his soul was chopped off, or was it eaten by this white-faced ghost?"

"Are you working on the effect?"

"Look, there seems to be a scar on Uncle Jin's chest..."

"This ghost is not simple, it is obvious that the ghost-Buddha world has changed, and a saint level is about to be born. Master Xingdao, listen to my advice and go home."

"Old Fu, protect me quickly!"

"Hongniang, come on!"

"..."

After a brief pause, Jin Xing's screen flashed one comment after another.

They floated in front of her forehead, and Hongniang didn't look at them.

Unlike the spiritualists who watched the battle through the screen and had a buffer, Hongniang's positive experience was too shocking.

Uncle Jin was beheaded, and the white-faced man suddenly died in front of him.

When the ghost spoke human words, she could even smell a rotten stench, and her thoughts froze:

"Uncle Jin is dead..."

"The evil ghost carries a sword..."

"It is human and can speak..."

The white-faced ghost's lower jaw was still on Uncle Jin's headless body, and it was only a body length away from Hongniang.

It sniffed greedily and intoxicatedly, and its long tongue stretched out, almost licking Hongniang's cheek.

"Run!"

An anxious shout came from a distance: "Miss! Hongniang! Wake up, run!"

Hongniang turned around and ran.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

The white-faced ghost enjoyed the thrill of hunting, and was not in a hurry to chase and kill. He just stretched his lips to his temples and narrowed his eyes into a slit.

It pushed lightly with its chin.

Uncle Jin's body fell to the ground.

The fixed direction of the Jinxing picture was backward.

The spectators realized belatedly that Uncle Jin didn't seem to be joking, and he might not come back.

Fu Lao's anxiety and Hong Niang's panic were not for effect.

Their Taixu team encountered a terrifying ghost that could destroy the team - this was unheard of in the past six months!

"Girl..."

The white-faced ghost wore an old green robe and held a black long sword in his hand, "No one can escape from my sword."

He held the sword with both hands and slashed slowly, very freehand.

"Spiritual slash."

With a swish, the dark green sword light burst out.

Hong Niang ran in front, and the sword light came after her, cutting towards the back of her neck in an instant.

From Jin Xing's perspective, the sword light grew from small to large, as if it was about to cut out of the picture.

"Hong Niang!"

At the critical moment, Fu Lao threw a talisman high in the distance, and commanded blood to become an order: "Golden Yuan Cover!"

Hong Niang stumbled, and a golden spiritual shield appeared around her, giving her a full sense of security.

The dark green sword light slashed and chopped on the golden yuan cover, without even a trace of light white scratches.

A bunch of information instantly floated across her forehead:

"Good! Protected!"

"This white-faced ghost seems to be just so-so. It's a pity that Uncle Jin died in its sneak attack, but it certainly can't beat the prepared Fu Lao."

Some people also clearly saw something:

"No! If Uncle Jin didn't notice it before his death, how could Fu Lao save Hongniang if he was at the same level as Uncle Jin?"

"Look, that ghost... is laughing?"

"It's bad, a ghost who knows how to use tricks, Fu Lao is in danger!"

Hongniang came back to her senses in the relief of surviving the disaster, and after slightly tilting the golden bead to show the picture of Fu Lao, her whole body was shocked:

"Fu Lao..."

She cried out in pain: "No!"

In the picture, Fu Lao, who had a goatee, was bleeding from all seven orifices without any prelude, and stood still.

Nine blood holes were left on his forehead, neck, chest, abdomen, crotch, shoulders and knees at some point.

The afterimage of the black sword's attack just disappeared.

The white-faced ghost had already ridden on Fu Lao's shoulder, sitting astride with a grin on his face.

The sword in its hand pierced from top to bottom, like a stick that pierced the roasted whole lamb, fiercely into Fu Lao's forehead.

"Swish!"

The sword pierced through the body, and blood splashed everywhere.

In front of the Golden Apricot painting, the number of spectators, which had surged to nearly one million, was all palpitating.

"When did this ghost pass by?"

"When did it use its sword? How come I couldn't see it clearly?"

"Nine sword wounds, nine nails on the ghost sword? Isn't this the art of hunting ghosts? I remember it was the one of the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation... what was it called?"

Comments drowned out comments.

Everyone was just posting, and not many people picked and chose to read.

In fact, most of the people who posted comments also turned off other comments and focused on the painting.

The Golden Apricot painting was a wide-angle painting.

Fu Lao and the white-faced ghost never appeared in the painting from beginning to end, but one was in the center and the other was on the side.

But just when Fu Lao protected Hong Niang and the main and secondary scenes were switched, nine blood holes were stabbed out of his body?

"Is he really a saint?"

There has always been a guy who calls himself "this saint" in the comments, and not many people pay attention to him.

But I kept scrolling through the screen and saw it many times, so I remembered it.

Now it seems that if he is not a saint, how could he kill Taixu like killing a chicken?

"Fu Lao is dead too?"

"It must be fake, they must be acting, Uncle Jin is not dead!"

"Look! Fu Lao's fingers can still move, he pinched out a talisman..."

Some sharp-eyed people saw that Fu Lao, who had multiple piercing wounds on his body, trembled and pinched out a thunder purple talisman under the cover of his sleeves.

There was a faint fluctuation of saint power on it.

This is actually despairing.

Fu Lao made unconscious "uh uh um" sounds, his body trembled like a sieve, and he even took out the holy power talisman paper.

If this was acting, the price would be high.

And his acting skills should be better than that of Shou Ye.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

In the expectation of everyone, the talisman paper in Fu Lao's hand had not even been lit, and the white-faced ghost sitting on his shoulder laughed playfully.

It did not hesitate for a moment, and with a swish, it pulled out the black long sword that pierced through his head and feet from Fu Lao's torso, and said sarcastically:

"The clay Buddha can't save himself when crossing the river, and you still want to save others?"

The wind blew.

Fu Lao's whole body was stained with black, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no life.

The white-faced ghost stretched out its long tongue like a snake's tongue, licking all the way from the tip of the black sword.

After tasting the blood and sucking the soul, its body was slightly shiny, and its pale face was half red.

"Delicious."

"But after all, it's old and has a bad odor."

Instantly, the two eyes with ghost fire stared at Hongniang and the millions of spectators in front of the golden apricot painting.

The ghost and Buddha world's evil wind whistled.

The sound of wolves howling and ghosts crying was endless.

The fog shrouded the stone tablet of Zhongyuan Realm. Even through the golden apricot, the millions of spectators couldn't help but feel cold.

"Dead!"

"Really dead!"

"Old Fu's soul was sucked dry, and Uncle Jin's was too. Then the next thing is... Hongniang, run!"

Millions of people realized that this was bad.

Now in the outdoor preaching world, the number one brother Feng Zhongzui didn't fight so hard, and only chatted with everyone occasionally.

Although Hongniang, the number one sister, was not as good as Feng Zhongzui, she was also a latecomer.

The key is that she is beautiful and graceful, and her conversation is very suitable for everyone's taste. Her financial resources, background, and guards are far superior to others.

If she fell, the preaching world would lose a pillar!

"I..."

Hongniang really wanted to run, but she found that she could not move her legs.

Her legs were like lead, naked in the cold wind, and under the impact of flying snowflakes, there was a piercing pain.

"I can't move..."

She cried, not knowing whether it was the pressure of the semi-saint or the fear.

When the white-faced ghost tilted his head and smiled at her, she was helpless and alone, like a lonely boat about to capsize, and she burst into tears.

"Run!"

"Move your left foot first, then your right foot, don't you know how to do this?"

A large number of comments floated across her forehead, and Hongniang could not move at all.

She could only watch the white-faced ghost draw his sword from a distance after losing interest, and point it in the air:

"Point..."

A point of cold light was amazing.

Millions of people held their breath in front of the golden apricot.

At this moment, there was a "ding-dong" sound, the mist was floating around, and the sound of distant bells could be heard.

Along with it, there was the "creaking" sound of the wheels rolling over the ground, and a melancholy poem:

"In the morning, the bells sounded, and the traveler was sad for his hometown..."

...

"Who?"

"Where did this idiot come from? He didn't run away at this time, but jumped into the fire pit. Didn't you hear the scream of Fu Lao just now?"

"The voice sounds familiar?"

"Carriage? Driving a carriage? It's so funny. Which dandy young man came to the ghost and Buddha world to train? As soon as he went out, he met a half-saint-level evil ghost. Great! These guys who were born with good fortunes all deserved to die!"

"Wait, this Xianggui carriage, why does it sound familiar?"

"Has no one analyzed this poem? There is a kind of homesickness..."

"Hongniang should really miss home now. She didn't live in Xingjie much. She has been playing in the ghost and Buddha world. Now, she has been hunting geese all day and finally got pecked by geese."

A long string of information floated across his forehead, full of willingness but inability, and even some hatred of the rich.

After all, they were separated by an illusory golden apricot image, and they couldn't help if they wanted to intervene.

Hongniang didn't expect that there was really a half-saint among these people who could suddenly come and save her.

Her only life-saving straw at the moment was the Xianggui carriage slowly coming out of the fog, and the guards behind the Xianggui carriage representing the descendants of the Taixu family...:

"Save me! Help me!"

"I am Hongniang, I can give you a lot of things, give you everything, I can even help you live in the apricot world!"

Live in the apricot world.

These four words are really popular in the five domains today.

Even if it is the murderer of his father, when he is dying and says face to face that he can help "live in the apricot world" and swears a poisonous oath.

The avenger might really say "When will the revenge end?", then put down the butcher knife and go back to shore.

"Huh?"

The white-faced ghost pointed his sword at Hongniang and made a puzzled sound.

It had already used a sword, but when the words "In the morning, the bell sounded, and the traveler was sad for his hometown" came out, it couldn't help but feel a kind of...

I really want to know what's next.

So, holding back the backlash of the sword, the white-faced ghost forcibly held back the sword, turned his head to the other side, and looked at the carriage with the "Zhengduo" hanging on it.

"Creaky, creaky..."

The bronze cinnamon carriage that slowly drove over was luxurious, and even the wheels exuded an expensive atmosphere. This was the descendant of the Qiqi Taixu family.

There are actually few real playboys who can go out to practice Taoism on the Holy Land. Most of them are well-educated and well-educated.

Even if some of them like to play, they are just trivial matters in front of the talent for cultivation.

But this carriage is different.

From the configuration of the personnel, it has a taste of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Because even the old and thin coachman sitting in front of the carriage looked a little vulgar, and his mouth was extremely indecent:

"Sir, there is a weak woman in front of me. She is beautiful, slim and juicy. She is also in trouble. I will give you everything. Do you want to stop?"

"Old man Li, don't try. Is this your mission target today?" A soft coughing sound came from the car, the sound of a sick man.

"Hey, sir, I have to do some work when I get back, so please give me a humble answer... Save me, or not?"

"No. There are so many unlucky people in the world. How many people in the world love the common people? Who can save them one by one? Who can handle it?"

"Okay, let's drive!"

Crunch, crunch...

The carriage drove slowly away, leaving behind a dead silence.

The matchmaker froze on the spot, unable to believe that all this was happening.

In more than twenty years of living, she has never seen any man... A normal man's eyes would stay on her for less than three breaths.

But this pair of carriages...

Old Man Li glanced at her and then looked away, as if he saw beauties on the most beautiful list every day.

From the beginning to the end, the sick young man never even opened the curtain of the carriage, and he kept a respectful distance both inside and outside his words.

When you hear your voice, your kidney essence is exhausted. If you don't save me, are you rushing to reincarnate?

The matchmaker bit her lower lip, with tears in her eyes, and remained silent.

She actually understands that not saving her is the right thing to do.

If you give yourself a step down, you can avoid that white-faced ghost and walk out of the Zhongyuan world alive.

The owner and servant of this carriage are smart people.

But……

What about me?

You guys are gone, where am I, matchmaker?

The matchmaker was silent, but Jin Xing's comments suddenly boiled over. Apparently, everyone couldn't bear it anymore:

"Who is this! Talking arrogantly and being arrogant! He still keeps saying 'love the common people', that's the 'great emperor of the common people'! Do you think you are the Shou Ye, actually comparing yourself to the great emperor?"

"Save him, he's so weak. He saw that the matchmaker was Jin Xing. He knew there were millions of people watching. He just pretended to be embarrassed. In fact, he was in the carriage. , Are you scared to pee?”

"If you don't save me, I won't save you. How can my matchmaker need your help? The descendant of Taixu will die badly! Matchmaker, run away!"

"This white-faced ghost is also stupid. Why is he so stunned? If I were that ghost, I would step forward with one sword and kill the evil servant first, and then kill the sick boy to vent the hatred in my heart!"

"Calm down, everyone, haven't you noticed that something is wrong with the white-faced ghost? It seems to be under control..."

No one could calm down.

No one even noticed why as soon as the sick young man opened his mouth, even the white-faced ghost stopped and paid respectful attention.

"Bah..."

The white-faced ghost himself didn’t know why.

He was holding the sword, with a cold breath in his mouth, and felt a little worried on his face - just now he actually interrupted the attack and suffered the backlash!

But the white-faced ghost is indeed a white-faced ghost, and has the keenest intuition about combat. From the most primitive perception, it feels that it may be better to let the carriage go than to catch up with them.

I don't know why, but the emergence of this feeling made the ghost even more irritated and wanted to chop something into pieces.

"kill!"

The white-faced ghost slashed the black sword.

It actually followed the guidance of its heart and no longer stared at the carriage. Instead, it turned back to look at the matchmaker, licked its lips and said:

"Those two trash will only stain our souls if we eat them, so let them go."

"And you, beauty, your taste is so fresh... huh?"

The white-faced ghost paused for a moment, feeling a little hairy on his back.

Behind, the carriage that was supposed to be going away and driving into the fog suddenly stopped, and Old Man Li's voice came from the car:

"Sir, it scolded us."

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