"Why do you have to leave so early since you've come all the way."
When the Snake King was about to speak, a clear and faint sound suddenly sounded in the air, and everyone looked at the speaker at the same time.
I saw a light white man in Chinese clothes standing above, like a jade-like, suave and handsome man, suppressing the bright color of the setting sun behind him.
His thin lips that were even brighter than a woman's were slightly raised, with an imperceptible and demonic arc, like a ghost Shura suddenly widening his eyes, and like Manzhu Shahua all the way to Huangquan, slowly flying down from the air , The pale white clothing floats with the wind like a god stationed in the harsh winter, arrogant and cold, with peerless elegance.
"Who is he?"
Mo Lingxuan asked suspiciously, not knowing when this person said it.
"Ghost King!"
Situ Wuyou said in a cold and somewhat blunt voice.
Mo Lingxuan's expression changed when she heard it. She thought that the rumored ghost king would be a person with an extremely ferocious and terrifying face, but she didn't expect it to be completely different from what she thought.
"Long time no see, Demon Venerable!"
"It's only three days!" Situ Wuyou said directly.
"Haha, I really remember it clearly. People who don't know will think you have something to do with me, but my interest is still pure. What do you mean by Qingcheng? Oh~ I should teach you Ling Xuan now?"
After hearing what he said, the Ghost King couldn't help laughing. His voice was as gentle as jade but with a hint of laziness. After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Mo Lingxuan.
But the latter didn't have a good impression of him, and when she thought of what happened at the inn, she hated her teeth.
Mo Lingxuan ignored him and didn't want to, but the Ghost King didn't seem to be angry with Mo Lingxuan's attitude, and instead saw the divine scepter in her hand, with a hint of happiness on his face:
"Sure enough, it's still something that recognizes the Lord!"
"Feng Qijing! If it's not you, she will naturally not follow you!"
There was a meaningful wave of light in You Ruo Mingyuan's eyes, and it was sharp, like a sharp dagger looking straight at Situ Wuyou, but the latter also looked at him the same way.
At this moment, the two of them gave her the feeling that one was the snow of an iceberg, and the other was the flame of a volcano. night.
"Situ Wuyou has been around for thousands of years, why don't you still know me? I, Feng Qijing, have always disliked obedient things. As long as I like them, I generally like to use strong ones!"
"It also depends on whether you have this ability, but I seem to have forgotten that you have always been unable to rob me of what you like!"
The handsome face has changed a little, and at this moment, he seems to be covered with a layer of cold, arrogant and solitary, which makes people not dare to feel close.
The red pupils became sullen, and the hostility filled the air, as if stained with ice.
"Nothing is doomed!"
"When you meet me, it is doomed!"
As soon as Situ Wuyou finished speaking, he saw a white figure coming towards him. Situ Wuyou let go of Mo Lingxuan's hand and walked out in a blink of an eye. Then he saw a white figure and a purple figure fighting in the air. up.
At the same time, the sea water on all sides began to surge, and then they saw a group of people from the ghost realm appearing in front of them. Before everyone had reflected, they saw the same people from the devil realm appearing behind them. The leaders were Mu Qing and Zuo Yan.