闪乐

"Wang Ba looked at mung beans, and he saw the right eye."

Feng Yi scoffed disdainfully.

"It's a perfect analogy."

Stone slapped his thigh and extended his thumb towards him.

"What is a ghost cultivator?"

Wang Meng was not interested in looks, so he changed the subject immediately.

"Ghost Xiu?"

Lin Qingluo pondered for a while, sorted out the answers in his mind, and said calmly: "As the name suggests, it is a person who abandons Yangshou, cultivates in the state of soul, and practices the way of ghosts."

"Why does he practice the way of ghosts?"

Lin Jinpeng's scalp tingled when he heard it.

"Twenty years ago, when he was traveling, he was seriously injured. His spiritual root was damaged, and his lifespan was exhausted."

"He was unwilling to cut off his journey to immortality, so his soul came out of his body in a single thought, and he stole the Yinshen flower, changed to the ghost way, and continued his life."

Lin Qingluo's eyes revealed hatred: "The Yinshen Flower is the most precious treasure of the Xuanyin Sect. He was afraid that things would be exposed, so he planted blame and slandered his junior sister. When the master sect sent people to chase her down, he pretended to be a good person and let her go on purpose. Earn a reputation as a thief."

"Bah, I'm so shameless!"

Stone spat out a mouthful of saliva, extremely disdainful.

"Is the Xuanyin sect a cult? Why do you regard the Yinshen flower as the most precious thing, and some people practice the way of ghosts?"

Feng Yi rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and shook his body with aversion to cold: "And what about that ghost slave?"

"Cultivating the way of ghosts in the mortal world, exorcising ghosts and doing evil, is not tolerated by the immortal sects. It is indeed called evil and crooked ways."

Lin Qingluo frowned, "As for ghost slaves, I don't know much about them. It should be like the woman in blue said, sacrifice the souls of living people, enter the ghost world, and serve as slaves for ghost generals." drive into slavery."

"Is the ghost general very powerful?"

"Where is the city of vain life?"

Wang Meng and Lin Jinlong spoke at the same time.

"Wangsheng City is the underworld that is popular among the people, the place where thousands of ghosts gather."

Lin Qingluo patiently answered his brother's doubts: "As for the ghost general, it's not a very powerful character."

"The master of the ghost world is called the ghost emperor. Below that, there are the ghost emperor, ghost emperor, ghost king, ghost fairy, and then there are ghost generals, ghost rakshasas, and ghost pawns."

"Above the ghosts and immortals, it can be regarded as the fruit of cultivation, the soul is immortal, and the same life as the heaven and the earth."

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"There are also gods in the ghost world?"

The teenagers were dumbfounded when they heard this, and the Ye brothers and sisters all opened their mouths wide open in a dumbfounded state.

"Those who have done good deeds and accumulated virtues during their lifetime, and have great merits, will be able to cultivate into ghosts and immortals after death."

Lin Qingluo smiled: "The ghost emperor is in charge of the ghost world, restricting all ghosts, and not allowing them to enter the human world privately, causing harm to the world. If there is no one to restrain them, the mortal world will run rampant with ghosts, how can the people enjoy peace in peace."

"Hey, let me go, the more I listen to it, the more evil it becomes."

Shi Shi stretched out his arms and showed his brothers one by one: "Look, the hairs are standing on end."

"My back is cold, and I always feel the wind."

Feng Yi touched his neck, and answered with a wry smile.

"There is a ghost behind you!"

The stone suddenly jumped up from the ground and howled: "A female ghost with disheveled hair and sticking out her tongue..."

"ah!"

Feng Yi was not frightened by him, but the two brothers and sisters of the Ye family were frightened.

With a shrill voice, Ye Qingying climbed a few steps forward with hands and feet together, and threw herself into Lin Jinlong's arms.

Ye Qinghan hugged Mo Canglan's arm neatly, closed his eyes, and moaned for comfort.

Lin Jinlong: "..."

Mo Canglan: "..."

The two of them were in the same mind, and they both looked at Shishi with the intention of killing someone.

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