Fish swimming around the world

Meng Nu looked at the black-bottomed white snake bowl in her hand: "This is not the Naihe Bridge. Even if it is, Meng Nu's Taoism is limited. I can't ferry the prince across. Please cross the bridge."

Jiang Fan smiled and followed her onto the iron chain bridge. After walking about thirty feet, he stepped onto the flat ground again. A palace appeared in front of him. The fog was much thinner here. Looking up, he could vaguely see the sign hanging on the palace - Fengdu Palace.

Crossing the empty square, Jiang Fan came to the steps of Fengdu Palace.

Meng Nu looked at the people behind him: "The city lord only wants to see the prince."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "No, I'm timid, and this is the Fengdu Ghost Palace."

Meng Nu frowned: "You can only take one person."

Jiang Fan looked at the fisherman: "Senior, I think you want to see it the most."

The fisherman stroked his beard gently, "Indeed, it's time to return my fork."

In the battle that year, Tu Xiao was pierced through the chest by the Sky Demon Split Fork and fell into the Longjiang River. Now that he is alive, the fisherman certainly misses his old friend.

Jiang Fan laughed: "Let's go and meet the Fengdu Ghost Emperor."

The hall was very empty, and there was no gloomy fog, but all I could see was a dead gray-yellow tone, with countless statues of ghosts and gods in the underworld on both sides.

In the middle was a white bone throne, on which sat the ghost commander surrounded by gray fog.

He didn't stare at Jiang Fan, but at the fisherman.

"I always feel that you are very familiar..."

The fisherman suddenly laughed, and his bones crackled, and he suddenly expanded and grew taller, from a short old man of six feet tall to a nine-foot mighty man in an instant.

At this moment, the fisherman's neat white hair exploded, his beard and hair flew, and his arrogance was overwhelming.

Jiang Fan was startled, and looked at this mighty and domineering old man with a face full of surprise, thinking in his heart, is this the true face of the Demon Commander? No wonder no one recognized that the fisherman, one of the four hidden people in the world, was the Demon Commander, the contrast was too great.

"Tu Xiao, do you recognize my old friend?"

Tu Xiao crushed the skull on the armrest, stood up suddenly, and his eyes spit out orange light: "It's you!"

The fisherman stepped forward and pressed Tu Xiao with momentum: "The fight back then was not fair, today you and I will fight alone!"

The ghost general laughed wildly: "Yan Bofu! You relied on Long She to win by chance that year. I have been looking for you all these years, but I didn't expect you to come to me today."

As he spoke, his breath exploded, and the gray mist seemed like thousands of ghosts baring their fangs and claws, making a shrill scream.

Jiang Fan hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Didn't you come to talk to me? Don't do it."

Gui Shuai looked down at him: "Who are you trying to dissuade?"

Jiang Fan was stunned and stared at Gui Shuai: "Why are you asking?"

Gui Shuai looked at him: "Since you don't want to tell me, let's talk after the fight."

After that, the gray fog behind him suddenly condensed into a ghost in front of him, and rushed towards the fisherman with a hissing sound.

The fisherman also suddenly condensed into a demon shadow in front of him and collided with the ghost shadow, but no sound was made. The two were entangled in a fierce fight.

The fight between the two was not earth-shattering, but was limited to a very small range. Jiang Fan is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the past. He understands that this kind of battle that condenses the true power of the whole body is even more dangerous.

But he did not panic. Instead, he sighed lightly and stepped aside a few steps to give the two enough space.

The demon shadow and the ghost shadow were almost twisted into a ball, and the fight became more and more intense. The fisherman's hair was flying and his pupils turned black, just like when Jiang Fan first saw the ten-foot demon shadow unfold.

The ghost commander's eyes became more and more orange-yellow, and the gray mist on his body was continuously transported to him. He even took a step down, as if to approach the fisherman.

The fisherman roared and took a step forward. The entangled demon shadow and ghost shadow suddenly shook, and a sonic boom was heard in the void. At the same time, the two people landed on the ground, and the two blue stones under their feet turned into fine sand.

Jiang Fan was secretly shocked. The two people were obviously controlling their true energy from leaking out, but even so, they were still crushed into powder in an instant. What an amazing cultivation.

At this moment, the fisherman suddenly raised his arms and retreated abruptly, staring at the other party: "You... are not right."

Ghost General was silent for a moment, then laughed sinisterly: "It is Yan Bofu after all, I can't hide it from you."

"Full of death, even if the Yellow Spring Ghost God Art was powerful in the past, it would not lead to such a scene, what happened..."

Ghost General slowly retracted the gray fog, walked down the steps, and walked to a place seven feet in front of Yan Bofu.

"Old devil, you are right. I have changed."

Yan Bofu was startled, the demonic shadow on his body was retracted into his body, his eyes returned to normal, but he was shocked: "You... took that step?"

Ghost General sighed heavily: "To live and die... Yes, the last step of Huangquan Ghost God Art, the ghost god body."

Yan Bofu was shocked: "Why, you know this is unknown. This last step is to let you abandon your body and refine your body into a living corpse!"

"Of course I understand, otherwise, why did I search for the method of refining corpse puppets, but didn't want to provoke the thousand-year-old demon..."

He said in a calm tone: "In order to protect the strength of the Great Zhou, the Human Emperor had to hide his death from the world, and why was it me? The reason is very simple, you can't do it, Long She can't do it, only my Huangquan Ghost God Art can do it. However, there is no need to care. I have been struggling whether to take the last step of the Ghost God Art, and finally I have fulfilled my wish. Fortunately... the magic skill has been completed."

Jiang Fan was really shocked at this point. Although he didn't really understand, he also roughly understood that Gui Shuai used his unique profound skills as the basis and the method of refining corpse puppets to refine his body, and finally became a ghost with a living soul but no living body. It is unimaginable that there is such a method in the world, and there is such a ruthless person.

The fisherman sighed: "Why...why bother..."

Gui Shuai said lightly: "Otherwise, how can I cultivate profound skills, how can I hide it from the world and complete the will of the late emperor."

"Is there really such a will?"

Gui Shuai nodded, and a bright yellow scroll slowly floated up to the fisherman.

The fisherman stared for a moment, reached out to take it down and unfolded it, looked at it for a long time, finally sighed, closed the scroll, held it in both hands and returned it to Gui Shuai, his eyes were a little complicated, and there was some apology.

"Old Ghost... I'm sorry for you in the past."

Ghost General waved his hand: "You don't know either. I'm very happy that you can help the Imperial Court. At least it shows that you are still the ministers of the Great Zhou and care about the Imperial Court. But..."

He suddenly pointed his spear at Jiang Fan and said sternly: "Why?"

Jiang Fan understood what he meant. He was questioning the fisherman, why as one of the three marshals of the Imperial Court, he came out of the mountains to protect himself, the regent of Qin.

Yan Bofu was of course clear about it, but just looked at him and shook his head: "Old Ghost, you have your secret decree, and I have it too."

Ghost General was stunned, and looked at Jiang Fan with some confusion, and finally his eyes suddenly flashed with a strong light.

"He... is..."

The fisherman shook his head: "Be careful with your words.