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Chapter 182 If I can do it all over again, I will choose Li Bai

Under the sky in the afternoon, the sun was supposed to be in the sky, but the sudden black ghost fog was like a raging wave, completely engulfing the sky at this moment.

Above the shadow-shrouded Thousand Fox Mausoleum, a figure that seemed to be completely condensed from pitch-black yin energy stood condescendingly in the void, wearing a pitch-black Confucian robe fluttering in the wind, and his thin and bearded face should have looked refined and elegant, but At this moment, after being shrouded in pitch-black Yin Qi, it became distorted and deformed a little bit, especially the eyes were so pitch-black that even the whites of the eyes could not be found...

"Who is this guy?" Xu Zhihu and Lu Fenghou looked at each other.

"The Yin-Yang Dharma King? Are you a subordinate of the Yin-Yang Dharma King?" Su Daji, who was taking off her make-up in the background, had already heard the news and arrived. After seeing the dark Confucian robed figure in mid-air, she suddenly changed her color and opened her arms, gesturing to a group of fox demon girls. All retreated into the Thousand Fox Mausoleum.

"Tsk tsk tsk, he is worthy, and this deity is only for him to drive temporarily." The figure in the pitch-black Confucian robe slightly lowered his head, but suddenly raised the wine jar in his hand, and took a sip indifferently, "Forget it, just Let you all understand, this deity is famous for his poems, his Taoist name is Qinglian Jushi, and he is also known as the Immortal of Poetry and Immortal of Exile!"

After finishing this self-introduction, he proudly looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, holding a jug of wine leisurely, just waiting for the group of evildoers below to respect him in awe.

The problem is, Qiao also made it for the blind. Lu Fenghou and the yellow robe monster are obviously uneducated, and they look at each other in a daze. They don't understand what Qinglian Layman, Shixian, and Banished Immortal are. .

On the other hand, Xu Zhihu was stunned and speechless, and suddenly raised his hand with a strange face: "Uh, wait a minute, I heard that in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there was a very famous great poet who was addicted to alcohol and amazingly talented." , surnamed Li and one named..."

"That's right!" The pitch-black Confucian robed figure was holding the altar of fine wine, and the black air surrounding the surrounding skyrocketed a little at this moment, "You kid, you have some knowledge, and you have heard the name of this deity... No Wrong, this deity is the Poet Immortal in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, whose surname is Li and the first name is too black!"

"Uh..." Xu Zhihu was really awed, "It's really, it's really Li Bai and Li Taibai...Pfft! Wait a minute? Li Hei? Li Taihei?"

"What Li Bai?" The weird guy who called himself Li Taihei snorted coldly, and looked down at the crowd, "I don't change my name or surname. Since I was born, I have been named this. What Li Bai, Li Taibai, came out of which corner Counterfeit?"

Don't make trouble, who is the counterfeit!

Xu Zhihu couldn't help but rolled his eyes desperately, but before he had time to complain, Su Daji who was beside him had already come over, and said in a low voice with a strange face: "It's not right, that mortal Tang poet is indeed named Li Taibai is right, but this one is called Li Taihei... Uh, could it be that Li Taibai's soul has re-cultivated the way of ghosts, and even went mad while practicing?"

You ask me who I ask, Xu Zhihu is also stunned and speechless, the two looked at each other in confusion, then turned their heads almost subconsciously, and looked at Lu Fenghou with that complicated gaze.

In fact, at this moment, Lu Fenghou had already rode his horse forward ferociously, raised Fang Tian's painted halberd and pointed at the sky: "Stop talking! A certain family cares whether you are Li Taihei or Li Taibai, and they don't want to die." Just get out of the way and ask that yin and yang bastard behind you to come here in person, a certain family still has a debt to settle with him!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, rude guy!" Li Taihei shook the wine jar lightly in mid-air, and looked at Lu Fenghou like an ant, "Forget it, I am quite poetic today, and I don't want to waste time with you, how about At once……"

boom!
Without any warning, Li Taihei suddenly sneered, the seemingly arrogant and lazy Li Taihei turned into a pitch-black phantom at this moment, and with the endless turbulent ghost fog behind him, it swept towards him like a stormy sea!

The turbulent and endless ghost fog, with a terrifying momentum that covered the sky and the sun, swooped down from the midair unscrupulously. The place where it passed was cold and cold, and even the water vapor in the void condensed into ice, like a storm It sounded like a crash.

"Bastard!" Lu Fenghou roared ferociously, and even the man and the horse turned into raging flames, and rushed forward viciously.

With a bang, the raging bloody frenzy that burst out from his body burned all the roaring pitch-black ghost fog into ashes, but with a more terrifying aura, it swept directly towards Li Taihei in the ghost fog , as if to burn most of the sky.

"Rude! Stupid!" Li Taihei, who was hidden in the ghost fog, had no expression on his face, just like this, facing the surging bloody frenzy, he calmly drank the fine wine and groaned——

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sails are far away, the shadows of the blue mountains are gone, and only the Yangtze River flows into the sky!"

What the hell, still in the mood to chant poems at this time, Lu Fenghou was stunned in the bloody frenzy, but still swept Fang Tian's painted halberd murderously, bringing a raging and violent flame light: "Wu Shuang big snake, blood flame! Rulian, to a certain family... what?"

Without warning, in an instant, Lu Fenghou's face was distorted, and he raised his head in incredible horror.

Yes, at this very moment, accompanied by Li Taihei's weird long chants, a large black ghost fog quickly gathered in the sky behind him, but it turned into an extremely strange twist——

The next moment, in the mid-air covered by pitch-black ghost fog, a phantom of the Yangtze River actually appeared out of thin air. The surface of the river is surging and sweeping for thousands of miles. Just like the poem described, there is really a small boat with green sails and gradually disappears along the surface of the river. In the clouds and mists of the Yangtze River...

What is this? Lu Fenghou looked at the phantom of the Yangtze River in mid-air, and almost subconsciously took a breath of air-conditioning, but Su Daji behind him had already reacted, and suddenly changed his color slightly and exclaimed: "Be careful! Rare supernatural powers, this palace has only seen it hundreds of years ago..."

Before I finished speaking, the phantom of the Yangtze River that had just been condensed and formed suddenly swept over with a surge, and the roaring waves rushed over with the force of cracking the cliff, directly engulfing Lu Fenghou, including people and horses.

It was too late to take precautions. Even if the poor Lu Fenghou was invincible, he had no resistance in front of the rolling Yangtze River. A big river, even the red rabbit horse was swallowed by the river.

"Gululu, a certain family, a certain family can't..." Lu Fenghou stretched out a hand in the river, and in a blink of an eye, he drank the river water and couldn't even speak.

Dumbfounded, the yellow-robed monster Baihua Princess and the others are still standing dumbfounded. In the eerie silence, the black wind monster trembled uncontrollably
, suddenly let out a murderous roar: "Your uncle! Shoulder to shoulder! Hack that bastard to death!"

In an instant, the monster kings from all sides who reacted roared ferociously, and immediately pulled out their weapons and instruments, and rushed up like a group of brutal beasts. , so bright that it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

"Rude! Stupid!" Li Taihei raised the wine jar, gulped down like a whale, but suddenly opened his mouth to spit, and the wine diffused like a mist——

"All the birds are flying high, and the lone cloud is alone. I never tire of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)