Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 474

2021-01-22

Chapter 474 The Hundred Ghosts Book

Fang Dou killed the evil ghost 'Blood Grapes', and the scene was recorded.

In this gambling battle, the beheading of evil spirits is used as the credit evaluation standard. The more the number and the higher the grade, the winner will be.

Those solitary souls, unbound ghosts, are not of high quality, and they are of little value to kill them like chopping melons and vegetables.

The rarer and more powerful the demon, the higher the score.

So, just now, Mi Changgu flew out first, just for fear that Fang Dou would take the credit.

"There are so many wandering ghost formations, let alone the two of us. Even if the three major Sect Disciples come, we will not be able to divide them up!"

Fang Dou was very excited. It is unconvincing.

At this time, the evil spirits around the 'Blood Grape' began to stir when they noticed that the leader was killed.

The freshness of Fang Dou's body is like a vigorous torch at the moment, attracting the attention of all directions.

"Live, eat it!"

A voice came from the crowd, Fang Dou turned pale in fright, the ghost who can speak, is it a first-class 'Ghost King' Peak Goblin.

'Ghost King', equivalent to the king of monsters, is the ultimate existence comparable to daoist.

"Not good, let's go!"

Fang Dou desperately controlled the sword light, inserted into the gaps of the wandering ghost formations, and fled forward desperately.

Behind him, in a large group of evil spirits, a ghost with feathers resting on a bird's beak screamed desperately, "Catch him, catch him!"

But the ghosts all around didn't obey his orders and looked dilly-dallying.

"It's very dangerous!"

Fang Dou flew a few feet away, and once again pulled out She Yuchong's jade slip and looked at the internal information.

She Yuchong participated in the Great Demon Slaying Festival, there are no one hundred or eighty-nine, and the variety of evil ghosts encountered is enough to make an encyclopedia.

In addition to the 'blood grapes', there are even more evil ghosts, all of which are among them.

For example, there is a kind of 'lantern-carrying ghost' who likes to walk with a lantern and is surrounded by fog.

'Mother ghost', a ghost walks, a hundred children follow, very tricky.

In particular, the wandering ghosts formed a large formation, and the eerie Ghost Qi rushed into the sky, turning Yang Sector into a mythical creature.

A sword cultivator breaks into it, if it is a little careless, it will be entered by Yin Qi, and it is possible that the sewer capsizes.

"Interesting, I have to collect all the ghosts on this!"

Fang Dou started to collect stamps, moved towards the front, and found that Somewhere, the green Ghost Fire, like countless lanterns gathered.

This sign is exactly the appearance of a 'lantern ghost'.

“Let’s go!”

Fang Dou rode the sword light, shuttled several dozen li one after another, and finally arrived at that place.

I saw the mist lingering, and I couldn't see it clearly from five steps away, and the ground under my feet seemed to be swallowed up.

“huhuhu!”

Heavy breathing came from the mist all around, like the sound of an old man with a mouthful of phlegm and struggling to breathe.

Fang Dou held down the Flying Sword, felt the breath all around, and found several strong Yin Qi groups, one after another, moving fast.

The rays of light of the green Ghost Fire are also turned into light belts, floating up and down in the fog.

"Good come!"

Fang Dou's eyebrows twitched, and the Flying Sword swished, piercing into the mist in front of the left and reaching out.

"Gah!"

With a strange cry, the Ghost Fire went out, and in the mist, blood splattered everywhere, and Dou Da's head rolled under Fang Dou's feet.

It really is the lantern ghost.

This time, like poking a hornet's nest, lantern-carrying ghosts are the custom of living in groups. Killing one will provoke a nest.

The surrounding fog rolled violently, like boiling water.

A group of Ghost Fire gathered from all directions and returned, turning Fang Dou into a tragic green.

"I'm afraid you won't come to the door!"

The fog in front of me broke open, like a gauze curtain being pulled open by someone, an evil spirit hunched over, holding a white paper in his hand. Lantern, the green Ghost Fire burns inside.

The evil spirit's feet are skinny and fleshless, like the hooves of goats, and they walk as fast as a gust of wind.

Inside the lantern in his hand, Ghost Fire rolled up with a bang, and the momentum soared, burning the entire lantern.

The Ghost Fire, which was originally a big fist, suddenly swelled into the size of a grinding disc, and swirled towards Fang Dou face to face.

This Ghost Fire in front of me is powerful, directly acting on the soul, and the flesh and blood is hard to resist.

“Whoa!”

Fang Dou opened his mouth and shot a ball of lightning into Ghost Fire, which exploded immediately.

The green Ghost Fire reacts violently when it encounters lightning.

The lantern ghost behind him, stunned, was beckoned by Fang Dou, and the Flying Sword was cut into pieces.

"Sure enough, splendid heavenly thunder and deterring evil monsters are also useful for ghosts!"

Fang Dou noticed that wherever the aftermath of the lightning passed, the ghosts were all disappeared, not at all. The power of resistance.

"The lantern ghost, the collection is complete!"

Suddenly, Fang Dou heard all around, and the strange gu gu screams sounded one after another.

"Someone kills the lantern ghost again, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Can't let him go!"

Fang Dou's scalp is numb, here is How many ghosts of the Ghost King level are not the vanguard, but the main team?

He didn't have time to think about it, he took the sword light to escape, and chose a direction without sound to fly.

"That's not right!"

The more Fang Dou thought about it, the more wrong it became. There is still some time before July 15th, so Ghost King level shouldn't appear so early.

However, according to She Yuchong's description, ghosts cannot speak without a magic cultivator to reach the Ghost King level.

Only a ghost soldier, who is a Yin God and has the conditions of blessed by heaven, can speak human words.

"There must be something wrong!"

Fang Dou once again pulled out She Yuchong's jade slip, turned it over from beginning to end, but still could not find the corresponding record.

"Ghost, ghost!"

Fang Dou was driving the Flying Sword, looking for an opportunity to kill the ghost, while avoiding the 'Ghost King' pointed finger towards swipe.

Suddenly, he murmured to himself, feeling an occasional feeling in his heart.

"The Book of Ghosts!"

This treasure is the treasure of Mount Mang ghost cultivator!

Fang Dou took out two iron medals and put them together in one place.

The iron cards are attracted like a magnet, fuse together in an instant, and no cracks can be seen.

The evil ghost on the surface of the iron plate, originally lifelike, is now alive, as if sleeping with closed eyes.

“Evil magic weapon, use it with caution!”

Fang Dou pressed his hand on the surface of the iron plate, and countless bright words appeared in front of his eyes, which were countless ghosts and cultivation text, images.

"Hundred Ghosts Guide!"

The illustrations in the ghost book are the ghost cultivators in the Central Plains, accumulating the essence of countless years.

It can be said that the ghosts in the world, whenever they have appeared, have been included in this illustrated book.

Not to mention the jade slip of She Yuchong's information, even the three big ones, Ling Xiao, Bai Di and Qingcheng, the internal database is not as complete as the illustrated book.

After all, people who play ghosts professionally have too many advantages.

Fang Dou flipped through the illustrations in the ghost book and quickly found the target.

A 'tongue learner', who was disgusted with things during his lifetime, likes to learn how to speak from others.

"It turned out not to be Ghost King, but a 'talker'!"

Fang Dou relaxed, if it weren't for the book of hundreds of ghosts, he would have made a fool of himself.

Isn't it a joke to be frightened by trifling 'tongues'?

(end of this chapter)