Super Monk

The huge fat pig was cut directly by a cold light, and the pigskin was cut directly in half. Another real warrior climbed out of the pigskin in panic. The real warrior looked frightened. As soon as he saw Zhao Fugui, he quickly climbed out of the pigsty.

"Mr. Zhao, there is a ghost, there is a ghost, she is a ghost!" The real warrior hid behind Zhao Fugui in horror, pointed to the old witch and cried with trembling body.

"Well, you can see it!" At this time, the old witch seems to have recovered. Seeing that the black donkey and the fat pig have been torn by Zhao Fugui, her face is full of wrinkles. Her face is gloomy and says coldly.

"In my hometown, when I was a child, I often heard my fifth grandfather tell some ghost stories about gods and monsters. I clearly remember one of them, which was about animal making. There are some ghosts that can turn people into animals. Just use a piece of animal skin to turn people into animals. What you do is to make animals, right Zhao Fugui asked coldly.

In Xiaowan village, Zhao Fugui's fifth grandfather used to tell him ghost stories. There were all kinds of ghost stories. When he was a child, Zhao Fugui was often scared to sleep by these ghost stories. However, because of this, Zhao Fugui still remembers the content of these ghost stories. In these stories, there are similar things in front of us, making animals, making animals.

"You know how to make animals. You are not an ordinary person. Since you are not an ordinary person, you must be a disciple of any school. Since you are a disciple of any school, you know that you can't break into the six paths of samsara. Those who break into the six paths of samsara will die! " The old witch stared at Zhao Fugui with a faint look and yelled.

"Before that kid, and you, you ghosts can not only speak, but also think clearly, not ordinary ghosts!" Zhao Fugui showed a thoughtful expression and said that he had a guess about the origin of these ghosts in the samsara. It is obvious that these ghosts were not left by that person. These ghosts are relatively old, but they are not old enough. It is very likely that they were trapped here by a Taoist priest one or two thousand years ago, and they made a small samsara, which was specially used to guard the seals of Kun ruins.

In ancient times, some Taoist masters must have found the problem of the seal of Kun ruins. Although the cracks in the seal of Kun ruins have gradually changed in recent years, there were cracks in ancient times. At that time, there may be variants. But at that time, they were called demons and were removed by some Taoist masters to subdue demons, so they got some Kun ruins seals It's the news of India.

After that, some experts from daomen set up the six paths of samsara and infernal hell. One of the purposes is to prevent people from breaking into the seal of kunxu, and the other is to prevent the things in the seal of kunxu from coming out. However, they think too much. The things in the seal of kunxu can't be trapped by them. Once that person's seal is destroyed, who will I can't stop those guys who have been in prison for ten thousand years.

"Hum, I'm Mengpo guarding Naihe bridge. How dare you say I'm an ordinary ghost? Even the real leader of your sect dare not talk to me like that!" The old witch looks at Zhao Fugui coldly and says coldly.

"Mengpo? If you were Mengpo, that sword would have suppressed you under the seal of Kun ruins. Unfortunately, you were not suppressed, so you must not be Mengpo. You just think you are Mengpo! " Zhao Fugui sneered and said, "let me guess, you think you are Mengpo. You are stuck here. One of the six reincarnations in custody should be hungry ghost Road, right? As for hell, what you're doing here should be steaming hell and grinding hell, right? "

If the real guard of Naihe bridge is Mengpo, her strength is only under the ten halls of hell. That man's sword can't ignore her, so no matter who she thinks she is, she must not be Mengpo.

As for the two hells here, black donkey pulled the stone mill hell before. Trampling innocent people, bitches, thieves, corrupt officials and oppressors will be sent to the stone mill hell after death, including meat eating monks and Taoists. As for the punishment of the stone mill hell, it is to crush people with stone mill alive, and then repeat it again and again for eternity pain.

Another steamer hell is that the gossip woman who chews the tongue, spreads falsehoods, frames up, slanders and insults will be sent to steamer hell after she dies. The taste of steamer hell is just like that unlucky real warrior in the kitchen. The taste of steaming meat is steamer hell.

One of the six ways guarded by the old witch is the hungry ghost way, so no matter Zhao Fugui or Zheng Wen, they will feel extremely hungry as soon as they enter here, just like the hungry ghost. This is the power of the hungry ghost way.

"I'm Mengpo. Today, I'm hungry. None of you want to leave alive!" The old witch seemed to be enraged by Zhao Fugui. She showed a ferocious expression. Her whole gloomy face turned into a ghost. Two sharp tusks grew out. She roared and suddenly raised the whip in her hand and lashed at Zhao Fugui.

The whip in the old witch's hand is not a common thing. It is made of the hair of all the people who broke into the hungry ghost road and died here. The whip is full of resentment. When it is drawn on people, it can break their souls and make people feel the double extreme pain from their soul and body.In this hungry ghost Road, the old witch has not met anyone who can resist the pain of the whip, but today, the old witch is doomed to miscalculation.

"Pa!" The whip lashed hard at Zhao Fugui, but to her surprise, the person in front of her directly reached out and grasped the black whip. The black whip full of resentment lashed on Zhao Fugui's hand without any reaction.

"I'm afraid your strength is not as good as that of the real Mengpo. If the real Mengpo was here, I would leave immediately, or even not alive. But now, it's not difficult to kill you!" Zhao Fugui coldly said that at this moment, the golden Daoli appeared from Zhao Fugui's hands. The Daoli spread along the dark whip, forming a golden flame on the whip. The golden flame spread to the old witch's arm along the whip.

"Ah The black whip was instantly burned to ashes, and the flame burned on the old lady's hand. The old lady screamed bitterly, and her arm was burned half by the golden flame in the blink of an eye. Seeing that the golden flame was about to spread to the whole body of the old witch, the old witch screamed and abruptly broke her arm.