The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 765 Master, isn't this your old friend? !
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"Bai...Brother Bai, useless...what the hell...what are you talking about, what the hell!"

Dressed in bulging black clothes, Hei Wuchang held up the mourning stick first, and suddenly attacked the two counterfeit "Black and White Wuchang".

Black energy surged around him, like a demon crawling out of hell; no, he just crawled out of hell.It's just that it's not a demon, but a ghost!

Whether it is a ghost or a ghost, its essence is a ghost.

Even Laozi Yama is no exception.

Hei Wuchang didn't know where he learned his foul language, and when he yelled loudly, he didn't stutter at all.

Ferocious as a tiger, the whine of the mourning stick waving.

"Damn it, old black, you've changed!"

Bai Wu often saw his old partner come down the mountain like a tiger, and he attacked first, and he couldn't help being surprised, "This bad temper... eh... Old Hei, take it easy, don't clean it up, leave one for me!"

However, Hei Wuchang didn't care about Bai Wuchang, the mourning stick and the soul lock chain were played like street performers, and the offensive was so fierce.

He was still cursing: "You dare pretend to be my uncle."

Saying that, the soul lock chain immediately locked the fake "Hei Wuchang", and smashed the mourning stick on the guy's head desperately, "It's not a big crime for you to impersonate me. What the hell Yes, it turned out to be so ugly. You are not ashamed, even I feel ashamed!"

The fake Li Gui met the real Li Kui; the fake Hei Wuchang had no strength to fight back, and was beaten up in a short time until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his eyes were swollen and narrowed into lines, and he screamed in pain.

The fake Baiwu saw his heart tightened, his face was full of shock, a black smoke flickered, and he was about to flee towards the mouth of the well.

"Fog trough? You want to run away after ruining Uncle Bai's reputation. Come down obediently, you bastard!"

An iron chain rattled and attacked that fake Bai Wuchang.

Wrapped around the fake Bai Wuchang's foot in an instant, Bai Wuchang pulled hard, and forcibly tore off the "fake Wuchang".

At the same time, he sighed with emotion that the immortal treasure sacrificed to him by the Shangxian was easy to use.

Learning from Hei Wuchang, Bai Wuchang greeted Fake Wuchang with a mourning stick, but at the same time he still didn't forget to curse: "You fucking want to pretend to be me, so you should be more professional. You don't even have a mourning stick, and you still want to be Wuchang?"

Bang!
When the mourning stick fell, the white cap on Bai Wuchang's head was blown off immediately, and a big bump bulged up on his head. The pain caused him to cry for his father and mother.

"It's useless to call grandpa grandpa, I'm going to kill you bastard today!" Bai Wuchang cried and tried his best to start, "Damn it, you're so unprofessional. Without the soul chain, you **** Just use an iron chain to fool those dead people? Are their ghosts wronged?"

Bai Wuchang even sympathized with those locked souls, full of justice, and severely taught the false Bai Wuchang.

At this time, the fake Hei Wuchang had already been beaten so much that he vented more gas and breathed less; the fake Bai Wuchang was already frightened, and took the opportunity to make a formula and chant a spell.

Following the casting of the spell, the eight "living dead" who were sitting around the woman got up mechanically at this moment, their eyes were dark, and they suddenly attacked Bai Wuchang.

"Damn it, you are so vicious, dare to refine Yinhun?!"

With a flick of the soul-locking chain in Bai Wuchang's hand, the eight attacking "living dead" turned into a puddle of mud in an instant, unable to sustain even a single blow.

But Bai Wuchang became even more annoyed, beating the funeral stick "bang bang", shouting and cursing, "If I don't beat you today, even your parents won't recognize you, I will lose!"

after a stick of incense;

"Brother Bai...Brother Bai, don't...don't beat him to death.... Take it back to...the underworld...well...torture...torture!" Hei Wuchang held the half-dead false impermanence in one hand, and kindly reminded him.

"Oh, yes, I almost confiscated it and stopped!"

Bai Wuchang hurriedly stopped, seeing the fake Wuchang lying motionless on the ground, he couldn't help kicking a few times: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead, even if you are really dead, I will whip the corpse!"

"You guys...are you really bad?"

The fake Bai Wuchang knew that pretending to be dead was useless, so he "woke up", raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Bai Wuchang with resentment.

"If...if...if it's false...whether...replacement!"

Hei Wuchang replied first.

"Since you are from the underworld, you can't kill me!"

False Bai Wuchang seemed to have some hole cards, he pretended to be calm and shouted.

"What?"

Bai Wuchang grinned, "But when I saw your face, which is a hundred times uglier than I am, I wanted to kill someone, what should I do?!"

"Ghost sect, we are members of the ghost sect."

The fake Bai Wuchang had a tough face and spoke out proudly.

"Ghost sect? What kind of shit is the ghost sect from Feixian Continent?"

Bai Wuchang laughed, Hei Wuchang also laughed, and they both burst out laughing at the same time.

"The Immortal Continent is broken, you are just a group of rats who are greedy for life and afraid of death. It is your honor to kill you!"

Bai Wuchang grinned openly, smiling heartily, and his eyes were full of disdain.

In the Feixian Continent, the people of the underworld are really ignored.

Back then, the Immortal World was at its peak and there were so many masters, but now those people from the Feixian Continent collected a small piece of fragments from the Immortal Continent to form a corner, and called themselves immortals.

How can it compare with the underworld that has stood for tens of thousands of years.

Bai Wuchang raised his mourning stick, and unceremoniously knocked the guy unconscious with a stick, as if he was carrying a chicken, he was carrying the fake Bai Wuchang: "Old Hei, let's go, and then go to the underworld and then cook these two bastards." !"

At this time, Gu Bei and Murong Jingqi came down from the mouth of the well and landed in front of Black and White Wuchang at the bottom of the well.

"Shangxian, I would like to thank Shangxian for informing this place this time, otherwise, the reputation of my two brothers will really be ruined by these two things!"

Bai Wuchang threw away the false impermanence casually, and cupped his fists towards Gu Bei, expressing his sincere thanks.

"You're welcome, both of you, please go ahead!"

Gu Bei also hugged his fists, people respect me, I respect others, Gu Bei's style of doing things.

"Shangxian, these two guys are members of the ghost sect, Shangxian is in the lower realm, so you need to be more careful!" After thinking about it, Bai Wuchang still reminded him.

Gu Bei nodded.

The ghost sect, Gu Bei knew it was the sect of the Feixian Continent, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After Bai Wuchang reminded him, he also smiled awkwardly: "It's Bai Menglang, with the cultivation base of the above immortals, why should you care about those rats who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Think about the soul lock chain in your hand, but the immortal treasure that the master in front of you sacrificed casually, with such a cultivation level, is he still afraid of a ghost sect?
Gu Bei didn't say a word, so he should acquiesce.

Black and White Wuchang greeted Gu Bei, each with a fake Wuchang, and left.

"Master, look..." Murong Jingqi suddenly pointed at the fainted woman, "She...isn't she your old friend, master? Why are you here?"

When she was in Lingyin Village, Murong Jingqi had seen this woman before, and she had seen her flirting with Gu Bei, so she recognized her immediately.

(End of this chapter)