Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 717
Bai Wuchang was on duty today, holding a mourning stick in his hand and pointing at the crowd watching by the river of Wangchuan: "What's there to see? Hurry up, you still don't want to be reincarnated if you miss the hour?"

The little ghost messenger left with the ghost who was going to reincarnate. This is not the only way to go to Naihe Bridge, so the crowd dispersed soon.

Bai Wuchang pinched his chin: "This Wangchuan river erodes flesh and bones, even if a god jumps down, he will die, right?"

As he was talking, the shadow of the Ghost King had appeared behind him: "Who is it that jumped down?"

"It's nothing for you, hurry up and reincarnate..." A few days ago, he did see Lingguang Shenjun lingering around here and refused to leave. He threw himself into Wangchuanhe before he thought that that guy could think about it.

"Master Bai Wuchang."

Bai Wuchang tilted his head to look at Tuo Ze, his back suddenly turned cold and he looked up, he was so frightened that he cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Majesty the Ghost King..."

"Who jumped down?" The ghost king didn't need him to greet him at all, he almost grabbed his collar and asked.

"My subordinate... didn't see it clearly, but I'm sure it's a white-clothed fairy god, and his magic power should be quite strong to make the Wangchuan River agitated."

The ghost king held his breath and watched that the calm had returned, leaving only the faint blue waves of the river.

Tuo Ze asked: "Master Bai Wuchang, can you recognize the Lord Ling Guang?"

"I know her, I saw her wandering around here yesterday, standing alone by the Wangchuan River for several hours, and my subordinates didn't dare to disturb her, but I didn't expect her to be a god who would throw herself into the lake."

Before he finished speaking, he received the ghost king's sharp eyes, and Bai Wuchang hastily added: "However, my subordinates don't know whether the person who threw himself into the river is Lord Lingguang Shenjun."

My god is tired.

You and I are here.

Does it have to be cast in the East China Sea to be considered true?Doesn't it mean that this god is also going to act in a very real way!
What Sun Lingguang Shenjun said pierced his mind, and the ghost king couldn't help clenching his hands behind his back into fists. It's impossible, she said, she was waiting for him to fight on the road to the sky.

So how could that guy throw Wangchuanhe?

"Look, something is floating up."

Although the water of the Wangchuan River eats away flesh and bones, it does not devour anything other than flesh and soul, so at this moment a wave suddenly appeared from the ground of Wangchuan.

A red thing floated up with the waves of the water, then sank again.

Bai Wuchang stared at it with wide eyes, and tapped his forehead with a mourning stick: "This subordinate made a mistake, it turned out to be just a flower from the other side..."

drink!
However, the ghost king gasped, and instantly threw himself into the Wangchuan River regardless of everything.

Everyone was shocked: "Master Ghost King!!"

Tuo Ze also wanted to rush in, but was held back by Bai Wuchang: "You will surely die if you go down!"

"But the king..."

"The ghost king has the ghost king's soul on his body, so he can only suffer a few times at most so that he won't die!"

"Really?" Tuo Ze was scared out of his wits.

Bai Wuchang didn't speak, it was so rumored, but even the King of Hades dared not go down the Wangchuan River easily, who would really know what it would be like for the ghost king to go down the Wangchuan River.

Just as he was talking, he saw a white bone splashing water out.

A red Bianhua flower is pinched by the fingers of the white skeleton with only bones left... No, upon closer inspection, it is not a real flower but a female hairpin in the shape of a Bianhua flower.

this is! !

Tuo Ze's eyes widened. This is the Bian'an flower hairpin that the ghost king personally forged for her before marrying Ling Guang Shenjun a few years ago.

So, the one who threw himself into the Wangchuan River was really... Lingguang Shenjun? ! !
But this shock was no match for the bone that appeared in front of him, Tuo Ze ruthlessly held Bai Wuchang's mourning stick and asked in horror: "Then that is... who is it?!"

Before getting Bai Wuchang's answer, the white bones slowly returned to the appearance of flesh and blood.

That flesh is obviously the King of Ghosts!

"How could this be?"

Bai Wuchang explained: "Probably because the river of Wangchuan swallowed the strength and destroyed the body, and then relied on the soul bone of the king of the underworld to regenerate the flesh and blood?"

Tuo Ze couldn't believe it: "That is to say, the king's body will be torn up and strangled... How painful is that?"

Bai Wuchang turned his head and looked at Tuo Ze, hurt?If others go down, they will lose their flesh and bones!However, it must be very painful, he didn't expect the ghost king to throw his life so desperately for that hairpin.

Tuo Ze asked again: "Then... is it okay for the king to continue to sit there?"

"I haven't seen it before, but if the power is lost, the immortal body may not be able to recover, right?"

"Then... the king with such a good appearance will become a painted skin ghost?" Tuo Ze hurriedly threw himself on the river and shouted, "Wang, come up quickly, the water will take your strength!"

The ghost king turned a deaf ear and quickly dived into the water again this time.

The water in Wangchuan is actually so clear that even the bottom is transparent, but there are thousands of souls hidden here, but there are no impurities left behind, such as bones and flesh.

The ghost king felt that the flesh on his body was torn into pieces again, and then was purified by Wang Chuan. He saw his white bones showing a strange posture at the bottom of the water.

The water of the Wangchuan River scoured the bones over and over again, trying to corrode them with the destructive penetrating power. The sharp pain was concentrated in the left chest, and the pain of all the bones seemed to be concentrated there.

He pressed his hard chest with his hard hand bones...

He remembered this kind of touch. When Zhao Qi died, it was such a hard touch. Her hands, body, and head were all hard. When she was still soft, he asked Hou Xiri.

... "If Zhao Mingyue and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"

……"save you."

... "Liar, Zhao Mingyue can swim, right?"

... "But I will save you first."

... "Liar."

... "I won't lie to you again."

... "Then, Zhao Mingyue and I are both facing death, who will you save first?"

... "No matter what the situation is, I will save you first."

A white robe flew over from the bottom of the water in front of him, but only the empty white robe rushed towards his face, wrapping his face softly, this time it didn't even have any bones, right?

Later in the evening, you won again.

Her desperate voice rippled through his bones through the Wangchuan River.

The ghost king raised his hand and peeled off the white clothes from his face. The skull under the white clothes showed no expression, but the bones were so heavy that the ghost king slowly sank into the Wangchuan River.

The white skeleton looked up at the gloomy water surface. The river of Wangchuan was so clear, so clear that one could see snowflakes flying from the sky, falling one by one on the water.

Like the white pear blossoms in the Jing'an Temple many years ago, like the starry southern sky many years ago, like the white butterflies that the little puppet chased many years ago, the little puppet didn't understand anything, she asked Hou Xizhou .

"Others say I'm not good-looking, why do you like me so much?"

Hou Xizhou replied, "Because you are my rib and my heart."

Obviously only his bones were left, but the ghost king suddenly saw blood from the sunken eye socket of his left eye rising continuously along the river and dissipating one by one.

Humph.

Lord Lingguang, you stupid god, if you throw yourself into the East China Sea too seriously, at least you won’t have any bones left. You throw yourself into the Wangchuan River and destroy yourself. Do you really think that this king will regret it?
Will not!
This king will still attack the sky, and will still marry Taizhen. After you die, this king will live a better life!

The ghost king raised his head suddenly, and stabbed his left eye fiercely with the flower hairpin from the other shore, one after another, until the waters of the Wangchuan River turned blood red.

Tuo Ze panicked and said, "Why is the Wangchuan river red? Why hasn't Lord Yama come here yet?"

Bai Wuchang also swallowed his throat involuntarily: "Wang Chuanhe changes color... I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe."

slam
The ghost king's body emerged from the bottom of the river again, but this time his bones were washed by red blood, with a faint gleam of blood.

When the King of Hades from the Nine Temples arrived, he was quite frightened when he saw this situation: "The Scarlet Wangchuan...is this... the blood of the ghost king? It's definitely not good."

The white bones slowly came up from the depths of the river. Red drops of blood were still hanging on Senbo's bones. After he landed, the bones and flesh slowly recovered, but the left eye was bloody red, and the right eye was as black as night. Make a fuss and dance.

The King of Hades of the Nine Halls stepped forward and said, "Ghost King, this is the Soul Summoning Orb. This subordinate will summon the soul of Lingguang Shenjun Shenjun for you."

"it is good."

When he summoned her, he would put her in the soul disc, or imprison her in the [-]th floor of hell. He wanted her to watch how he destroyed the heavens.

Hades of the Nine Temples activated the Soul Calling Orb, but no matter how he recruited it, he couldn't summon the soul of Lingguang Shenjun.

Bai Wuchang asked unknowingly: "Nine Kings, could it be that they are the gods, so they can't summon the soul?"

Nine Kings of Hades sweated a little on his forehead: "No, no, there must be a way, even a godhead should respond."

The cry of the Nine Kings of Hades almost spread across Wangchuan and even Huangquan, but in front of him was the faint Huangquan, surrounded by white snow, but it was so quiet that no soul responded.

Tuo Ze raised his head cautiously, and saw that the ghost king's left eye was continuously flowing with blood across his pale cheeks, like a bright red Bana flower blooming in his left eye.

But he didn't move, and Bai Xueluoman was particularly conspicuous on his black robe.

Bai Wuchang still couldn't invoke the soul and said, "Could it be because the Godhead of Lingguang Shenjun was initially determined, so the Wangchuan River disappeared at once?"

The ghost king's body shook involuntarily, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, it's gone if it's gone, anyway, I can't see it with my left eye."

Perhaps, this time, Lingguang Shenjun really... turned into the never-freezing river of Wangchuan, dancing freely with the wind.

But what does it matter?

Anyway, the left eye was stabbed blind, and without the left eye, the coward Lingguang Shenjun is nothing.

The ghost king turned around and left the bank of Wangchuan indifferently.

The boundless sea of ​​flowers on the other side was covered by the vast white snow for several days and nights, and the fire-like color could no longer be seen. Even though those flowers were still blooming freely at the bottom of the snow, it is now as pale as a snow field.

Tuo Ze's body was deliberately bent low, his head was almost buried in his collar, and he followed far behind the ghost king. Looking at his black back, it looked like a mountain that couldn't be black.

It was clear that he had put everything into Wangchuan to find Lord Lingguang, but now he pretended not to be sad at all, and Tuo Ze felt very uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't dare, especially when he saw the ghost king's slender hands spread out suddenly, and a red flower hairpin from the other side slipped from the sharp fingertips and fell on the white snow, like the only flower in this winter. Delicate manjusawa.

Tuo Ze pouted and stood motionless.

A group of feather guards behind him also stopped flying and gathered behind him. Everyone looked at the sharp contrast between the ghost king's black back and the white snow, lonely, aloof, stern and firm.

Yu Lingwei asked: "Master Tuo Ze, are we not following?"

"Why don't you follow, where do you want Wang to go alone?"

Tuo Ze hastily bent down to pick up the flower hairpin from the other side, and carefully put it in his arms, a group of ghosts continued to follow behind the ghost king far away.

Suddenly, the Ghost King's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the vast sea of ​​flowers on the other side covered by snow...

(End of this chapter)