My Teacher is Sun Wukong

"Even if I want to give you, now I am dead, how can I give it to you?" Xiao Fei asked strangely.

"It's very simple, you will make a will now, let the property let us inherit." Ma Chengye said: "There is also a place to tell us your bank card, and the password will do."

"In any case, it is not far from the flower city. Let's go back and verify it. After confirming that you are correct, you will take care of you all the way." Lu Guanghua said.

"Ha ha!"

"What do you mean by laughing?" Lu Guanghua asked.

"It seems that he is not seeing the coffin and not tears, oh, no, he is already a dead man, and he has already seen the coffin." After that, he took a whip from his arms and took it as Xiao Fei took the lead.

His whip is not a whip, but a common whip, but there is a symbol on the whip. After the fight, there is a weak mana.

After Xiao Fei met, Li was too lazy to pay attention. I took out the silver hoop and it was so huge that it was so windy.

Seeing this huge stick, the two were extremely shocked: What kind of existence is this individual soul? Then the next moment, the two have been beaten into two pieces of meat.

Then Xiao Fei’s Yuanshen returned to the flower city and returned to the meat. Going on the road again, going to the Netherland alone. Today is the day when he has finished his life. Of course he has to go down and ask for it.

After entering the entrance of Lop Nur, it is the true meaning of Huangquan Road. On the Huangquan Road, the air around it is all gray and there is no sun and moon on the road.

Surrounded by open spaces, all are plains, without any mountain rivers. The visibility is less than one meter, and it looks like it is boundless, and it doesn't know where to extend it.

And I can't tell the direction, I don't know which direction the Nether House is in. From time to time, there is a dark wind of hell, and the wind is blowing. If there is no mana escort, the soul can easily be blown away.

There is a story in "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio", saying that a person named Xi Fangping, in order to help his father to reconcile, a person who came to the local government to find the king, in fact, he could not do it.

A lonely ghost, estimated to be on the Huangquan Road, was blown away by the yin wind. Even if the lucky ones were not blown away, they were not caught by the nearby demon lords, and they could not find the direction of the hustle and bustle.

Of course, if someone secretly assists, then it is another matter.

"Hey..."

"Wow……"

In the gust of wind, in the boundless underworld, there was a cry of screaming and screaming. There seems to be a powerful demon god, a demon-like millennium demon, hiding in the magic city, blood.

In those places, it is beyond the reach of the underworld. They don't have so many people to manage, they don't bother to manage. Then these demon gods became a lord, overlord, and I am the only one in my own territory.

"Since it has arrived, I will go around and see." Xiao Fei said in his heart.

When I think of it, I will fly to the depths of the underworld. Here is the entrance to the underworld, relatively calm. I believe that there will be more devils and demons in the depths of the underworld.

He flew in the air, as if he was stepping on the yellow sand. Stepping out is a few hundred meters away. Flying in the uninhabited underworld is like a fairy power, and it is like a winged Dapeng.

Oh...

Wow~ah...

The more you go inside, the more curious the ghosts cry inside. Xiao Fei saw that there were countless ghosts and ghosts who wandered around. The sound of screams is everywhere, and every ghost and ghost seems to have unparalleled grievances.

It is estimated that many of the ghosts and ghosts are discarded because they do not give the soul to the soul. The soul is weak and directly blown away by the smoke, the soul is strong, and temporarily survives, but it can never be reincarnation. So wandering all day long, can't find his own home.

If it is a coincidence, among these lonely ghosts, one in a hundred million chances can be repaired. After the millennium, there was a cultivation, and the devil of the magic city was a man, or a ghost slave.

In front of Xiao Fei, there are a few lonely souls who are imaginary and wandering. After seeing Xiao Fei, they automatically retreat. Although they do not know what kind of powerful existence is Xiao Fei, the yang scent of Xiao Fei makes them feel as if they have seen natural enemies.

"Hey!"

Suddenly a strange scream, a corpse of height and height appeared in front of several lonely souls. The solitary soul was so scared that it was so horrible that he wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The huge claws of the corpse stretched out and a black gas erupted from the palm of your hand. These lonely souls were all sucked up by the black air. The corpse of the corpse was a big mouth, and the soul of the lonely soul did not absorb it, refining.

Ghost spirits, living is a group of gas, after being absorbed, nothing is gone. The corpse that absorbs the breath can use them to cultivate the magic attack and improve the magic.

In the Netherworld, or any cultivation community. They are all weak meat, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp. Direct absorption, obviously more than self-cultivation, is coming much faster.

After absorbing a few lonely souls, the body of the corpse has become significantly larger. After getting bigger, the body of the corpse will be gone and will leave.

"I want to go under the eyes of my eyes, I want to go?" Xiao Fei sneered, stepping on the footsteps, and he was on the top of the corpse. Pick up the silver hoop and hit it with a stick.

The corpse saw it, stretched out a huge arm and wanted to block the silver hoop. At this time, Xiao Fei saw his body and his body was dark. The skin is like pig iron, and the magic body has been formed initially.

"Humble!"

A loud noise, the body of the corpse was directly hit by a thunder, and the flesh and blood fluttered and broken. The hard magic body became a piece of dark black, and the black blood flowed to the ground, and then fell into the earth.

"How is it possible?? It is not that the body of the demon is extremely hard. Even the knives and mountains are not worn, and the ghost saws are not bad?" The corpse could not figure out. The broken head opened his eyes on the ground, and the upper and lower jaws kept talking and said.

The demon who owns the body of the devil is not able to fight. They can still break the wall and re-birth. However, the magic body that has been cultivated has been destroyed, and its repair is completely abolished.

After the shock, the corpse condensed his soul on his head. Then grow a pair of small hands below and quickly crawl to the distance, want to escape from here. I want to re-cultivate in the future and find Xiaofei to take revenge. Let him survive, and die.

"Want to escape? No way!" Xiao Fei sneered.

"Dawei Tianlong, the world respects the Tibetan, the Mimi is a mime!"

Xiao Fei stood alone on his chest and read the Buddha's curse. The fingers form a silk flower, a group of blue flames, and go to the corpse.

(End of this chapter)