After Shen Luo appeared, he did not attack the hanged ghost immediately. Instead, he used his hands as a knife and slashed at the rope hanging on the gate.
The hanged ghost sensed something was wrong, and immediately let go of Zhong Kui with his long tongue, which quickly rolled back and stabbed straight towards Shen Luo's heart with another flash.
"Certainly."
A round bead flew out from between Shen Luo's eyebrows, emitting a layer of water-blue light, which instantly solidified the surrounding void.
"Dinghaizhu... that is..."
Zhong Kui first recognized the round bead, and then looked at Shen Luo in disbelief.
Of course Shen Luo had no time to recognize him at this moment. After temporarily solidifying the void with the Dinghai Pearl and delaying the thrust of his long tongue, he cut the rope cleanly with one palm.
The moment the rope broke, a large amount of evil spirit dissipated from the hanged ghost's body, and his breath suddenly weakened. The long tongue that was stabbing back was grabbed by Shen Luo, who pulled it suddenly and quickly wrapped it around his neck.
While he was clamping the hanged ghost, Zhong Kui had already flown over and pierced the chest of the Netherworld Ghost King with a sword. Before he could absorb the evil energy to recover, he had already pressed his thumb on the broken part of his chest.
I saw the energy holes on his fingertips opened, and an extremely powerful suction force came out from it, continuously sucking away the evil energy in the body of the Netherworld Ghost King.
The moment all the evil spirit was sucked away, the Ghost King of the Underworld could no longer condense his body. The bronze armor supported by the black mist shattered into pieces and turned into powder, which all flowed into the acupoint on Zhong Kui's thumb and completely dissipated.
Seeing this, Shen Luo took out the golden rope, tied up the hanged ghost, raised his hand and threw it at Zhong Kui's feet.
"Shen Luo?" Zhong Kui stepped on the hanged ghost and looked over with a frown.
"Fellow Daoist Zhong Kui, how are you?" Shen Luo said with a smile on his face.
When Zhong Kui heard this, his expression did not change at all, but his brows became even more furrowed.
"They said you were still alive. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect that you were actually alive." Zhong Kui was silent for a moment before speaking, but his tone sounded somewhat complicated.
Shen Luo frowned slightly, and heard something unusual in his words.
But before he could ask any questions, several figures flew out from the opposite valley and chased after Zhong Kui.
When Shen Luo took a look, he saw a person flying in the front. He was wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe and a lotus crown on his head. He was a little thin, with a very elegant face. There were three long white beards floating on his chest, and he looked like an old immortal with a fairy-like deity.
As soon as he saw this person, for some reason, Shen Luo always felt that his figure and features were somewhat familiar.
Following closely behind that person was a tall man in a yellow monk's robe. Although he was dressed like a Buddhist, he did not shave off the thousands of strands of hair on his head, and just casually tied his hair into a simple bun.
This man was also a strange person with an unusual appearance. He had a broad mouth and ears that hung down to his shoulders. He had a pair of round eyes and two thick eyebrows that were both golden in color. He looked very peculiar.
But the person who came side by side with him was not unfamiliar to Shen Luo, it was the Bull Demon King.
However, at this time, the Bull Demon King had a gloomy expression and looked very injured. One of the two curved horns on his head had been broken off, leaving only an inch-long stump, looking quite miserable.