Maoshan Ghost King

There was a gleam of light in Zen Master Maipeng's eyes, a little surprised and shocked, and he looked at Ge Yu.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he didn't say a word.

However, Ge Yu didn't notice Zen Master Mai Peng's gaze at this time. All his attention was on the **** hand, which felt a little strange.

It was the blood hand just now, pulling himself towards the blood pool through the power of the blood pool, but after the black magic energy began to evaporate in his hand, the huge pulling force was gone, and Ge Yu felt it instead. , From the hands of the blood man, a force was swallowed by himself, and it was continuously entering his body.

As a result, the people in the entire blood pool who had not yet died suddenly wailed and screamed even more terribly. The blood churned and bubbling, and white skulls and broken bones were constantly churning out.

Suddenly, a huge force came from the blood pool, and the master of the blood hand violently pulled into the blood pool, but Ge Yu's body did not move, and the blood hand was left in Ge Yu's hand. A layer of skin, mixed with blood.

After leaving Ge Yu's hand, the owner of the **** hand was completely lost in the blood pool and disappeared.

Ge Yu glanced at his arm in a daze, and threw the skin in his hand to the side.

Soon, Ge Yu's mind came up with a sentence that Zen Master Mai Peng had just conveyed to his mind: "This blood pool should be in harmony with the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, and the power of evil spirits and monsters, and the power of blood resentment is overwhelming. The power of non-evil is unbreakable..."

After that, Zen Master Mai Peng wanted to say more, but was interrupted suddenly and vomited a mouthful of blood.

It is a demonic magic method, and the power of a non-evil cannot be broken?

His own arm is the fusion of the power of the ancient demon, it is a real big monster.

In this way, can the devilish energy in his body destroy the power of this blood pool?

Thinking of this, Ge Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, feeling that he had figured out something.

Yes, just now, I clearly felt that I was devouring the blood pool, and the power of the ancient demon in my body could destroy the blood pool.

Excited in his heart, Ge Yu had an idea that he couldn't wait to verify it.

Immediately, Ge Yu took a step forward again and returned to the side of the blood pond.

This time, the power of the ancient demon head on Ge Yu's arm was still there, and the black demon energy rolled endlessly.

After approaching the blood pool, due to the influence of the devilish energy, he no longer felt the pulling force conveyed from the blood pool.

Even... Ge Yu felt a power of fear of himself.

It must be, his own magic energy can destroy the blood pool.

Ge Yu squatted down, stretched out the arm that exudes devilish energy, and was about to dive into the blood pool. At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the blood pool. Ge Yu looked up, Namai Zen Master Peng unexpectedly shook his figure, stirred the blood, and began to approach Ge Yu.

At first I asked Ge Yu to leave because he felt that no one could save him, but now it is different. Zen Master Maipeng felt the devilish energy in Ge Yu, and he was able to save himself from leaving, so he was desperately moving towards Ge Yu. Swim around.

Seeing Zen Master Maipeng getting closer and closer to him, a flash of joy flashed in Ge Yu's eyes.

It's just that the Li Zejian behind them were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what happened to Ge Yu at this moment.

It's close... It's close, Zen Master Mai Peng is less than one meter away from him, and Ge Yu also stretched out his devilish arm.

"Naughty!"

A cold snort came from the top of his head, like a muffled thunder, and the echo was endless. The scared Ge Yu trembled all over, and everyone got up and touched his waist.

This voice was conveyed from the three-legged cauldron above his head.

No one responded. After hearing this voice, the red-robed headsmen around the yard all knelt on the ground in shock, burying their heads between their hands.

"Song En my son, what are you going to do?" The voice was conveyed from the three-legged cauldron again.

After hearing this voice, Ge Yu quickly retracted his hand, and the Zen Master Mai Peng, who was about to approach him, showed a trace of despair on his face and was pulled back into the blood pool again.

I rely on, there are people in the three-legged cauldron. Just now that person called Song En a son. So... the person in the three-legged cauldron is Wulong, the number three figure in the black water sage?

He has been in the three-legged cauldron...Why is he talking now?

This voice had great majesty, and it sounded like a big bell. Ge Yu realized that this might be a big deal, and quickly stepped back, stood with everyone, and looked up at the three-legged tripod.

When he approached the old ghost possessing Song En, Ge Yu patted him, and the frightened old ghost responded boldly: "Foster father...I came here to take that step away. Zen Master Peng took it out of the pool of blood. He can't die yet. It is of some use to my son."

"No, this person is required for the father, and he cannot be taken out of the blood pool. This monk is all in his Dharma cultivation base, and he is refining his cultivation base for the father, and his cultivation base is swallowed up, and his cultivation base will rise to another level." Wu Long in the cauldron said in an unquestionable tone.

At this time, everyone was really sure that the person in the great cauldron was Wulong, the boss of Heishui Shengling, the giant of evil spirits, and the fearsome existence of Southeast Asia.

Hearing this person's voice, everyone's hearts hung up, and the ghost knew when he squatted in the cauldron, and he remained patiently silent.

The spirited old ghost had an idea, and then he said: "Foster father, I brought a woman from outside. Just now I promised her not to kill this monk. My son, I can't break my faith with a woman, right?"

"Hehe... Hugh is going to mess around here, you still look like my son, Song En, you are my son of Wulong, all of Southeast Asia, the women in the royal family, as long as you like, you can do it Your woman, in our Heishui Shengling, there is no faith to talk about, only show her fist, now you take your people away, don't provoke your father." Wu Long said a little sullenly.

Everyone raised their heads to look at the big tripod, Hei Xiaose kept winking at Ge Yu, and signaled everyone to leave here quickly.

Damn, Wu Long was in the big cauldron. It was like touching the tiger's ass. Before Wu Long had recognized that Song En was a fake, he hurriedly escaped here. The big guy might still survive.

And Ge Yu looked up at the three-legged tripod, suddenly felt something was wrong, the situation shouldn't be like this...