"My master is still a handsome guy?" Yi Hong smiled and smiled.

Dizang's face darkened,

"It's neither big nor small, my disciple should not tease my master. My friend Zheng Gan, I have reported the plagues in the underworld in the underworld. Strangely, the messenger of the underworld came and did not attract a soul." Dizang saw that Zheng Gan was not allowed to reminisce about the past and immediately talked about the important matter.

"Well, the reincarnation is reopened, and the passage between the underworld and the world is unobstructed. Even if the ghost is not led by the soul-catching messenger, under the guidance of its own karma, you can still find a passage to enter the underworld. This plague caused the deaths of tens of millions of people. I thought the underworld was very busy. Did you not receive a soul?" Zheng Gan couldn't understand it. "Is it because your work was just beginning, your staff was not perfect, and your skills were not proficient?"

Ksitigarbha smiled bitterly,

"My friend Zheng Gan, you cannot measure the efficiency of the Yinsi by the thoughts of mortals. With magical powers, no matter how heavy or complicated your work is, it is almost a matter of momentary things."

Zheng Gan's face turned slightly red, and Dizang was right. His thoughts still could not keep up with the growth of his cultivation.

"Master, you don't let me joke. That black python is almost gone, you are still chatting." Yi Hong monitored the deadly movements and warned Zheng Gan, and then he said that he would die and he would really run away.

"Amitabha." Ksitigarbha proclaimed the Buddha's name. "This thing is really evil. It should belong to the underworld. Why does it appear in the human world in broad daylight?"

Wherever the black air passes, there are almost no living people in the village where the plague has raged.

Zheng Gan and others followed the black gas in the air and were ready to start at all times.

The black gas slowed down. As if you were looking for prey, you should be crawling forward carefully. In front of it was a small village, with three people standing on the main road at the entrance of the village.

Judging from the clothes, these three people are the people of the Broken Soul House. They blocked the deathly aura.

"Isn't this the people from the Broken Soul House? Why did they block the way to death? Is this what they are looking for?" Zheng Gandao.

The dead spirit seemed to be alive, be careful to approach the three people at the entrance of the village, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The three of them stood in the shape of "公" with one in front and two in the back. The person in front was holding... a big net.

The two of them stretched out from behind, and a very large pocket, facing the direction of the black gas.

The man holding the net suddenly jumped high, like a fisherman spreading the net in the air, covering his head towards his dead head.

"Amitabha, my friend Zheng Gan, they are not opponents, we have to take action. We are ready to rescue at all times." Dizang said as he raised the tin staff in his hand, turned into a nine-clawed golden dragon, and pounced down with a long roar.

The deathly aura saw the big net covering the cover, and the tail quickly closed in the middle to avoid the big net.

The golden dragon, who was grabbing the dead head, also grabbed the black air's tail, and screamed in the dead air, as if there were hundreds of unjust souls inside.

The howling formed a shaped sound wave attack. The man cast a net flew towards the sky, and the two people holding their pockets pretended to be dead.

The sound wave hit the two of them, and their pockets were taken away from their hands and the front end of their dead energy was covered.

The two of them blew up and fell to the ground, unable to survive.

The man cast the net screamed in grief and rushed towards the dead air regardless of concern. At this time, the dead air was wrapped in a pocket and rolling on the ground, as if he was suffering great pain, and there was a fire inside. The white smoke kept coming.

The golden dragon missed a blow and returned to Dizang's hand.

Dizang was about to re-sacrifice, and the two people killed by the sound waves. Two illusory figures floated up on the corpse.

These are the souls of those two people.

I saw these two illusory souls looking around. They were practitioners, and their souls were of course much more tenacious than ordinary mortals, but even so, the noon sun still made them very uncomfortable. They could see that they were struggling to death on the ground at a glance.

The black dead aura seemed to have a strong attraction to them. They actually drifted towards the dead aura.

The net caster stood on the dead head, stabbed, slashed, and cut the sword in his hand. The dead energy collided with the sword, sparks were everywhere, and the black energy struggled even more intensely. The tail was raised and rolled towards the net caster.

The dead tail was like a thick whip, plucking the net out of the person casting the net, and flew into the sky like a kite with broken strings.

"Amitabha" Ksitigarbha proclaimed the Buddha's name. This person is finished.

As a powerful Buddhist, he actually let three people die in front of him, and Dizang was a little embarrassed.

Dizang raised his tin staff and knocked it at the dead head. He forgot to use spells and fight directly with his hands.

Zheng Gan remembered that he had a soul-catching bag. Seeing the two of them floating towards death like they were desperate, he quickly took out the soul-catching bag, shook it gently, and put away the souls of the two of them.

The soul of the person casting the net was exactly the same as that of the two. As soon as they came out of their bodies, they ran towards death. They were still taken away by Zheng Gan.

The dead head was knocked by Dizang and couldn't stand it. He jumped up and threw off the pocket on his head. Only then did Zheng Gan see clearly that this pocket was an extra-large soul-sinking bag.

The dead head was hit by Dizang and was trapped by the soul-receiving bag for so long. The soul-receiving bag corroded its head much smaller. The head, which was originally the size of a half-house, turned into the size of a water tank.

"Hahaha. You are all going to die." A burst of laughter from the dead head came from the deadly head.

The death aura was raised high, and Zheng Gan and the others only then appeared.

In the middle of the dead head, a little doll of four or five years old was sitting.

Or, the dead brain is this little doll.

The little baby's face turned ashen, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and a piece of red meat was tied to his chest. A pair of fangs bared outside his lips and sneered at Zheng Gan and others.

Dizang's tin staff hit the dead Qi head again, and the dead Qi cried out in a whine, dissipating most of it.

Dizang shouted, and dozens of soul-catching messengers gushed out from the ground, and iron chains flew, and the dissipated dead aura revealed the souls of mortals. The chains wrapped around the neck of mortals, drilled underground, and headed straight for the underworld.

When the little baby saw that it was not good, he didn't bother to speak harshly, and drove his dying spirit to run away from afar.

"Where to go?" Zheng Gan and others chased after him.

Dizang raised his hand and flew out as a meteor hammer, hitting the death breath.

Baji, the doll fell to the ground, because of the death aura being scattered by a tin staff.

The doll jumped up and continued to run away. He ran and shouted.

"Grandpa, grandpa, where are you?"

"Dad, mom, come and save the child, someone bullies me."

Ha Shiqi cursed.

"You little monster, now you know you're scared. Not to mention calling your grandfather, you can't escape today even if you call your ancestors."

They ran and chased each other, and ran dozens of miles in a blink of an eye, and came under a big tree.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to catch the living, Zheng Gan would have killed this little kid long ago. How could he have run so far?

Zheng Gan wanted to track the little baby and find the monster's nest. He cut off the roots and completely eliminate the disaster.

Along the way, the little monster's parents and grandfather called out all over the place. There were bones everywhere, and no living person could see one, let alone ask someone to save it.

When I came to the big tree, the little monster's demonic power seemed to have been exhausted and it was not running so fast. I couldn't fly. I cried and staggered. If it weren't for the plague, there were very few living people, when others saw this scene, they thought that it was a few human traffickers chasing children and trying to abduct humans.

An old man suddenly turned from behind the big tree.

The old man held the doll in his arms all at once.

"Xiao Mao, my good grandson, you miss your grandfather so much. Where have you been these days?"

The old man who came out behind the tree was Zhao Laowai from Zhaozhuang.

Zhao Laowai's family suffered this sudden disaster, and only Laowai was left without death, but Quniu's words were always kept in mind, and Quniu's words meant,

The cause of this unpredictable disaster was all due to his son Taishen.

But Quniu died before he could tell Tatsuo about Tatsuo. Quniu's words became Lao Wai's heart disease. What did Tatsuo do outside?

When the elixir of the Soul-Breaking Valley was sent to Zhaozhuang, Zhaozhuang almost became an unmanned village. Only a few people including Zhao Laowai survived.

When people gritted their teeth and rebuilt their homes, they couldn't help but think that the source of this sudden disaster was caused by Zhao Laowai's family.

Thinking of this, people are a little less natural when facing Zhao Laowai.

Lao Wai saw it, and he wanted to figure out what was going on.

That night, he made a major decision. He wanted to go to Qiongqi Town. He wanted to find out what bad things Dazheng had done that were harmful to the world, and the villagers were exhausted from their lives.

The tragic phenomenon on the road further strengthened Lao Wai's determination to investigate the truth.

He had never left the house in his life, and there were not many living people on the road, and there were filial people in every village. There was a sad and miserable atmosphere. He begged and inquired all the way, and walked towards Qiongqi Town.

On this day, he came to a big tree, hungry and tired, and slept under the tree.

In his dream, he heard his grandson Xiaomao keep calling him grandpa.

(End of this chapter)
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