Lord, I am such a good person.

"Boer~"

One sound, no, countless sounds as clear and crisp as the cork being pulled out of a bottle sounded one after another,

Then I saw that there seemed to be heavy rain pouring down from the sky.

Countless fishy saliva and corpse water surged out from the two entangled figures, rushing into the calm muddy sea like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

"To be honest, no matter how many times I see it, I still find it a bit eye-catching. Fortunately, I have long been accustomed to this style of painting. Amitabha, it's so good."

In the midst of sighing with relief,

Han Xi and Ming Yu both turned their heads.

One is surprised and one is confused,

"I didn't expect that a mere three-level foundation-building monk could possess such a treasure? In this case, I will accept it with joy."

But this time, the happy corpse Mingyu had no idea of ​​​​stopping him. The flesh and blood surged on the deformed and bloated body, and then the rotten giant face transformed into a beautiful woman.

With crimson cheeks, intoxicated eyes, and the tip of his tongue gently licking the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be reminiscing about something.

With a wave of Ghost King Han Xi's big hand, the bloody Naishui River across the sky suddenly turned into a rainbow and fell into the mud below.

"Zizi~"

Just like the magma bursting into the sea, the sea surface turned into silt boiled violently the moment it came into contact with Changhong,

As the black smoke continued to evaporate, a bloody river soon appeared on the muddy sea.

"Wow~"

The river of blood is surging like an evil dragon making waves,

Bare teeth and claws, extremely vicious!

The blood continued to infect wherever he passed, and an indescribable ominous aura emerged from it.

"Ah~"

"But be careful, Han Xi's Naihe is the filthiest thing in the world. He wants to taint your treasure. Listen to the slave and take it back quickly."

At this moment, Mingyu seemed to have finally come back to his senses from the joy, and couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the bloody color below that was constantly infecting the silt sea.

"Amitabha, thank you so much for your kindness."

He nodded very politely towards Ming Yu, and then looked up at the ghost king Han Xi who was taking a lot of time.

"Speaking of which, the treasure called [Filthy Land] by the poor monk also has a dirty name. Now it's a coincidence. Why not let these two treasures fight to see who can filthy whom in the end?"

As he spoke, he saw that the calm sea surface suddenly stirred up violent waves, flooding towards the bloody evil dragon that was running rampant.

"[Yam Luo Shen]"

However, Han Xi seemed to be too lazy to talk nonsense with Shiran. With the mana in his body boiling, he saw a tall figure wearing a black crown appearing behind him.

In an instant, the whole space was filled with strong winds, and it seemed vaguely like thousands of ghosts were wailing in unison.

"Keren, you are no match for Han Xi for the time being. Please go into the slave's arms and hide for a while. After the slave and this guy have completely decided the winner, I will cut the candles on the west window with you."

Just then,

The Happy Corpse Mingyu didn't attack Han Xi as directly as before, and he didn't know whether it was because of his previous expression of relief or for some other reason.

"[Fat Chaos]·[Happy Flesh Lotus]"

As an inexplicable fluctuation came,

I saw a flesh and blood lotus appearing out of thin air at She Ran's feet.

Looking down,

Several pairs of delicate jade hands appeared on the lotus platform composed of countless pale corpses. Looking at it, it seemed that they wanted to completely bind She Lan to the lotus platform.

At the same time,

The shadow behind Han Xi has completely taken shape.

"[Yam Luosan nodded]"

The drooping crown jingled, and there seemed to be a pair of indescribably terrifying eyes beneath it.

Nod once,

Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was being held tightly by someone's hands, followed by an indescribable feeling of suffocation that surged in like a tidal wave.

But just when the giant shadow reaching the sky was about to nod for the second time, the flesh lotus under its feet shrank heavily as if breathing.

"Pfft~"

Large amounts of pink mist suddenly spewed out from the lotus pores formed by sharp-toothed mouths.

Although he had never inhaled it, being in this mist instantly made his blood start to flow with relief, and countless scenes of blood spurting appeared before his eyes.

At this time, from the outside, it seems that there are countless faces and figures appearing in the mist covering the lotus.

"Click~"

The shadowy figure in the distance nodded twice.

The faces in the mist suddenly shattered like broken lenses,

"Keren'er, don't panic, this is one of the slave's physical powers. Next, Keren, you just need to go to the slave's belly and wait peacefully."

The flesh-and-blood lotus beneath his feet slowly turned, as if he wanted to escape the sight of the phantom with relief.

But just when the giant shadow in the sky was about to nod three times and the flesh-and-blood lotus was about to break through the sky and leave,

Only the sound of relief could be heard quietly,

"[Dirty Land]·[City of Wasted Death]"

"Boom~"

The next moment, I saw only Relief's feet. Oh, no, it was the mud directly under the flesh and blood lotus that suddenly boiled crazily.

Under the Geyser Fountain, a city that is exactly the same as the collapsed Ghost City of Death, but many times smaller, and filled with an inexplicable majesty, rises slowly.

The flesh and blood lotus melted silently, as if it had never appeared before. At the same time, the magical power that was nodded three times seemed to be blocked.

A transparent barrier suddenly appeared in the void in front of the city of futile death, and there seemed to be a huge squashed ghost on it.

The mist rises from the city and slowly flows like a moat.

………

"Big, big, big news, big, big..."

The big-headed ghost, who couldn't control himself with excitement, looked at the scene he had just painted and was speechless. His bloated head was covered with protruding veins.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked crazy.

"Big head big head! Wake up!"

At this moment, the little hanging-boot devil suddenly jumped on Big Tou's face, swung his hands and slapped Big Tou's ear hard.

"Papa~"

I don’t know how many times he was slapped in succession, but his head suddenly shuddered and he came back to his senses. Then he raised his hand and dug out his eyeballs without thinking.

He bent over while gasping for breath, his face was bleeding, but his expression no longer looked as crazy as before.

"I was so fascinated by it that I almost got contaminated, but I was so scared to death."

………

"This is my king's city of vain death? How is it possible? Where is my king's Naihe? Why is it missing?"

Just then,

Han Xi's frightened and angry roar sounded,

Looking down,

I saw that the bloody evil dragon that was making waves in the muddy ground had disappeared long ago.

The huge silt swamp was covered with mist and mist, and only on the central land stood a lonely city that seemed to have existed forever.

In the sky above the lonely city, the monk clasped his hands together, and the red mole between his eyebrows seemed to be dripping with blood.

From a distance, it looks like a blooming bloody epiphyllum.