The God King looked at his wrist silently, and the black snake pattern was wrapped around for three times.

That was a spell left by the Ghost Emperor. When the mummies behind the Blood Alliance threw themselves at the Ghost Emperor, King Shenluo could no longer resist.

and--

Looking at Kunwu Tiangong worriedly, King Shenluo murmured: "Your Majesty, in the future you show, you really can't save the world."

...

Zhuanyang had been holding it in his house for several days, and it was estimated that the Li Jingfeng incident had ended.

While the spring is bright in March, I plan to find Peng Yu to go out to play.

However, the moment he saw Peng Yu, the smile on his face disappeared.

Peach blossoms bloom and the fallen flowers are colorful. Peng Yu is playing the piano under the tree, which is originally a harmonious beauty. However, a swordsman with his eyes closed and resting on the top of the tree. The man was wrapped in gloomy ghost energy and was being nourished by the spiritual peach divine wood.

"You're here?"

Peng Yu stopped and greeted with a smile: "How about my piano music?"

Zhuanyang frequently looked at the peach tree and responded vaguely.

But when he sat down, he couldn't help but pointing to the tree and asked, "What's the situation?"

After looking at Li Jingfeng, Peng Yu smiled and said, "After I summoning him, he plans to practice the ghost path. I will leave him by my side and teach him."

Ghost path?

Zhuanyang felt a stern and almost forgot that it was not a hundred years ago. After the Ghost Emperor established the Tao, people could "live" for another lifetime.

"But this is the Heavenly Palace. How can filthy ghosts and evil spirits move in the Heavenly Palace? Are you not afraid of Your Majesty's accountability?"

"The God Emperor is in seclusion, and the Heavenly Palace is dominated by the Gate King. The Gate King promotes a guard and needs to ask someone for advice? Besides, the old God Master did not object, why are you in a hurry?"

Li Sheng? Of course he would not object.

Zhuanyang stared at Li Jingfeng.

Li Jingfeng opened his eyes when he was gaze.

According to Peng Yu's suggestion, his soul practiced the "ghost and gods" and transformed the corpse into the "zombie king body". It is currently in the running-in stage and cannot move freely.

Seeing Zhuanyang's disgust, he turned cold and continued to close his eyes and breathe in the essence of peach wood.

"I am for your own good. Li Sheng does not object, which does not mean that Your Majesty does not object. He hates evil witchcraft and is even more accused of himself. When he comes back, he is afraid that you will not be able to get it. And he... will be destroyed by His Majesty's anger at that time? "

"Don't worry, I have a way to explain," Peng Yu took out a golden book and handed it to Zhuanyang, "Look."

The golden book of Qiankun?

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Open the golden book and turn to the page of Peng Yu.

After his name, there was a big blank. Further down is Li Jingfeng's name.

Seeing the name on the Jin Book, Zhuanyang's face was distorted, and he was shocked and angry: "Did you choose him as the Taoist protector? A dead person?"

"So what if he dies? His body turns into a zombie god, and ghosts become ghosts and gods. He is a fellow practitioner of the two secret methods of ghosts. He is now only one step away from the position of the Ghost King."

"That's why you haven't become the Ghost King yet. A waste who is not even capable of the fifth level, can you use it as a guardian? Do you protect him or let him protect you?"

"At least I can tell some people that I will protect him and don't attack him again in the future."

Zhuanyang smiled: "Is this to me or to my elder brother?"

Peng Yu did not respond, put away the gold book and continued to play the piano.

"You will regret it!"

"It's not your turn to teach me this. I am the descendant of Qiankun Sect."

Zhuanyang stopped playing and left with anger.

After he left, Peng Yu suddenly asked, "Do you remember that person who killed you that day?"

Li Jingfeng scratched his head: "The memory is not very clear, but I feel that I was the person from Taiweijie back then. Is the Lingyang Marquis' Mansion so profound? There are such masters?"
Chapter completed!