Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1390 Pen and Ink End of the World (71)

Minghong moved his fingers, and Wen Caier's body floated in the air, quietly following behind the two of them.

The two walked out the door, the black cat saw this scene, jumped down from the roof, followed behind them with a guilty "meow", Linghu Lan looked back, the black cat Startled, she stopped, and when Linghu Lan turned around, the black cat followed quietly.

Linghu Lan looked at Wen Cai'er, this black cat actually knows how to protect its master?

It was just dawn, and the first ray of sunlight shone on the treetops, and the air was coated with a layer of gold, which looked luxurious and fresh.

This time, without the interference of the ghosts, the real appearance of the whole village appeared in front of Linghu Lan's eyes: ruins one after another, as if washed away by floods, most of the houses had been submerged by mud flow, sporadically exposed ruins showed that there were once people living here , the only place in the whole village that has not collapsed is Grandma Wenmo's house.

Linghulan felt a little strange, was there an inexplicable force protecting Grandma Wenmo's house?
Minghong paused and said: "I just took over the throne of the ghost king, and I don't know anything about your grandma, but ghost power has always been able to protect the living. If your grandma really does a lot of good things, her house will be protected by ghost power and not Damage is also common sense, and I think your grandma knows some ghost formations very well, and using ghost fire to form a formation is extraordinary!"

"Yes! Yes, I also think she is very powerful." Linghu Lan smiled.

The two continued to walk outside the village, and as soon as they reached the entrance of the village, they saw more than a dozen people rushing here panting. When they saw Linghu Lan and Ming Hong, they couldn't help being stunned.

Linghu Lan stopped in her tracks. Among the dozen or so people on the opposite side, there were seven or eight Taoist priests from Wan Dao Sect. One of them was Chunyu Xunfeng. Ghosts should indeed be driven away.

Chunyu Xunfeng's face froze, he never thought that he would meet Linghu Lan here, his calm mood suddenly became fiery and chaotic, his eyes turned from Linghu Lan to Minghong, his heart once again It became cold, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over his head.

Minghong's long black hair is like a waterfall, a black jade hairpin is tied in a bun on the top of his head, and the rest of his hair is scattered behind him. He is wearing a large black robe, covering his tall and straight figure, but it looks even more extraordinary. , noble and incomparable, with a clear and meaningful face, eyebrows and eyes that have been carefully crafted, the height and depth are just right, the red lips are slightly pursed, and the whole person is as noble as a god's mansion.

No, he is a god, he is the king of ghosts.

Chunyu Xunfeng lost his soul in an instant, being hit by a powerful opponent, a deep despair was born in his heart again.

Everyone's eyes were full of astonishment, and they all felt that Linghu Lan was not inappropriate standing beside Minghong, on the contrary, he had a calm demeanor, which was very suitable.

He looked at Wen Caier who was floating in the air behind Minghong again, this time he was frightened.

A few Taoist priests were fine, but the others were stunned when they saw the cadres' attire.

"Master, are they doing magic tricks? Or are they just ghosts?"

All the Taoist priests changed their faces, and the leading Taoist priest hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense, they are the real masters."

Everyone fell silent and looked at each other in blank dismay. In the face of supernatural power, people seemed to be more easily persuaded.

(End of this chapter)