Maoshan Ghost King

"Why, what I said doesn't work?" The old ghost pretended to say proudly. In fact, his heart was also flustered. The eyes of the red-robed lower-headed masters looking at him were obviously not. That's right.

One of the head-down masters quickly panicked and said, "Young master...this...the person thrown into the blood pool cannot be released, otherwise it will destroy the formation of the Lord, and the cultivation of the Lord. The harm is also great. If the Lord blames this sin, let alone the few of us, you must not be able to bear it even the Young Master. This is not a joke."

The old ghost suddenly became a little at a loss, rubbed his hands, and sneaked a glance towards Ge Yu. Ge Yu glared back at him.

The meaning is very simple. People in the blood pool must be fished out.

Hey, who cares about Wulong's practice? Ge Yu and the others did a one-off business, and left after doing it.

If it can cause some trouble to Wu Long, it would be better, everyone is still eager for Wu Long to lose his life.

Immediately, the old ghost who was possessed on Song En coldly snorted again: "It doesn't matter, let the people out, I have my own plan, and the foster father will blame me, I will take it all."

The few red robe lowered head teachers looked at each other, and they all felt that Song En was a little strange today.

One of the red robe lowered head teachers stood up and said: "Young Master, tampering with the blood pool is a capital crime. This is an order of the Lord. No one can violate it. What happened to you today?"

"Let you fish out the people, and you can quickly fish them out, where there is so much nonsense, hurry up!" said the old ghost pretendingly.

But the few red robe descending head masters stood there and didn't mean to move, and even the gazes looking at Song En were somewhat meaningful.

The old ghost possessing Song En knew that things might be going to be messed up, and he waved his hand directly: "Damn, a bunch of trash, they don't do anything, you go up and fish out all the people in the blood pool."

With an order, Ge Yu and the others walked directly in the direction of the blood pond, and the red robe descending masters stepped forward to stop them.

The old ghost suddenly shouted again: "If anyone dares to stop me today, I will throw him into the blood pool. Let me see who dares to move."

With this word, the few red-robed head-down masters suddenly stood there and dared not move.

Ge Yu and the others approached the blood pool again. When there was a meter or two from the blood pool, Ge Yu looked in the middle of the blood pool, but saw that the broken-arm monk Mai Peng was floating in the blood pool at this time. , The only hand was erected with one hand, and the others in the blood pool were all soaked with blood, and their heads and faces were covered with blood. This old monk was unique and stood out from the crowd. There was no blood on his head. Contaminate.

Seeing someone approaching the blood pond, the old monk's squinted eyes suddenly opened, looked at Ge Yu and others, and then took another look in the direction of Lifting.

The clever monk seemed to see some clues and knew that Tira had come to save himself.

However, the great monk looked at Ge Yu and the others and shook his head, and suddenly said, "Don't get close...Hurry up."

Ge Yu were wondering, is this great monk crazy, so many people desperately came to rescue him, he actually let everyone leave here, what the **** is this?

After saying this, the great monk closed his eyes again, and stopped speaking, as if I would not go to **** and who would go to hell.

Soon, Ge Yu knew why.

Ge Yu, who was walking at the forefront, was less than half a meter away from the blood pool, suddenly felt an incomparably powerful force surged from the blood pool, locked himself all at once, and then suddenly Pulled in the direction of the blood pool.

At that moment, Ge Yu was shocked, and quickly gritted his teeth, stimulating the spiritual power in the Dantian Qi Sea, stabilizing his figure in place, but the suction that spread from the blood pool still acts on He pulled himself into the blood pool constantly.

Hei Xiaose and Li Zejian behind them are also preparing to go into the blood pool to rescue people.

Ge Yu waved his hand to the back, and whispered, "Don't come close first."

The people who were about to walk behind Ge Yu suddenly stopped, and slowly backed away. Although they didn't know what Ge Yu had encountered, there was still a tacit understanding for so long.

Several people slowly stepped back, and stopped two or three meters away from Ge Yu, ready to take action at any time.

And Ge Yu stood there like a stone sculpture, resisting the power of sucking from the blood pond, as if he had countless hands, pulling his arms and legs separately, and pulling toward the blood pond fiercely.

However, with Ge Yu's cultivation base, except for a brief panic at the beginning, he quickly stabilized his figure.

When he was thinking about what to do next, suddenly, Zen Master Mai Peng with the broken arm opened his eyes again and looked towards Ge Yu. When Ge Yu and Zen Master Mai Peng looked at each other, suddenly There was a buzz in my mind, and a voice suddenly came into my mind.

"Young man, go quickly, this is not where you should be, there is only a dead end to stay here."

Although the great monk didn't open his mouth, his voice came to his mind. This was a very clever method called the transmission of sound into secrets. Ge Yu had heard Master say before, but this was the first time he encountered it.

"Master, we are here to rescue you. This blood pool has a terrifying suction. Can you tell me how to rescue you from this blood pool? This is all about lifting." Ge Yu didn't open his mouth either, just what he thought in his head.

However, Zen Master Maipeng quickly understood, and a voice floated into his mind again: "Young man, you should leave now, you can't save me, stay here is just to die. This blood pool should be in harmony with the five elements of heaven and earth. Power, the power of evil spirits and demons, the power of blood grievance is overwhelming, and the power of non-evil is unbreakable, and..."

Zen Master Na Mai Peng looked at Ge Yu with straight eyes, and voices continued to be heard in Ge Yu's mind, but when Zen Master Na Mai Peng said this, the voice suddenly stopped, and then he saw that. Zen Master Mai Peng's face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood and fell into the pool of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the blood pool seemed to boil, and the power of blood resentment turned into a red mist, drifting towards the three-legged cauldron above his head, and then gathered together and was absorbed by the three-legged cauldron.

After vomiting a mouthful of blood, Zen Master Mai Peng's expression was ugly to the extreme. He turned his head and looked at Ge Yu again, but he couldn't speak. He opened his mouth and made a gesture, which was clearly ‘go away’.

At this time, Ge Yu also felt that the situation was very wrong, as if he could not leave without leaving.