Chapter 1120: Purple Lingqiu

Ye Shaoyang was completely unaware of what happened afterwards.
He walked through the capital city with Sibao and others.
Since the success of this trip, Xiao Yiyun also resigned. In his capacity, it is impossible to ask about human affairs, so he can't help Ye Shaoyang, but he can only wish him success.
Ye Shaoyang took a group of people and planned to return to the world after leaving the city.
"You are still worried about what you just did?" The four treasures saw Ye Shaoyang not making a sound for a long time, knowing that he still remembered the previous things and screamed.
"I think that Ten Niang said, I think it makes sense..."
"That is a well. It may not be true, and there are many explanations for the vision. It is not necessarily so bad..." The four treasures comforted.
Ye Shaoyang shook his head: "Ten Niang said, I believe, but I don't think it is enough."
He spread his hand and put a golden glittering mother in the palm of his hand, then clenched his fist into the four treasures: "As long as I keep clinging, who can take away the things in my hand?"
"I don't care what fate is, I will grasp what I have in my hand, I want to take it away, well, I have the ability to take my hand down!"
Sibao looked at him, his expression slowly stretched out and slammed his fist on his shoulder. "This is the little leaf I know. Men must dress up, but also cattle. In order not to know the fate of the so-called fate." , what a man!"
Ye Shaoyang laughed.
The pedestrian walked under the gate of the city and suddenly heard a burst of energy behind him: "Give me a stop!"
Looking back, a dark-skinned guy is rushing, with two blacks under his feet, long and weird, very ugly, with a layer of red and green ghosts on his body, the color is very deep.
"The third-class ghost first!" Ye Shaoyang and the four treasures face each other, at this time, the six guards under the city came forward together, each spread their right hand, do not know what ghost technique is used, palms light up a white point, gradually Expanding, looking far away, it seems like holding a small mirror in your hand.
Countless white light, shot from the six people's palms, formed an enchantment, far from the point of view, is the word "bound".
The shook his body, and his body was black and condensed. It seemed like a shuttle. He slammed it hard. The ground enchantment only supported it in less than a few seconds and was shattered.
The six defending ghosts shook their bodies, and it was too late to catch up.
The looked back at the six people, screaming, ridiculing, then flying on the tower, smirking down.
But his pride only lasted for a few seconds:
A dark gold charm, with six roads to the thunder, head-on.
A nigger, only a hard fight.
A loud bang, Ye Shaoyang fell on the tower, but it was a smile, looking at the that was blown from the air opposite.
The is also watching him. He thought that he was a big man in the Yin Shi. As a result, he was such a teenager. Looking back at the power of the attack, it was clearly human.
When is the human mage, when is it mixed into the ghost domain?
Ye Shaoyang jumped up and stood at the gate of the city. He rushed to the and waved his eyes. He said, "I don't accept it, come here, I will wait for you!"
Heavenly teacher...
How can there be such a strong mana?
After landing, the jumped up and screamed and screamed. One hand, like a giant snake, greeted the storm and bite at Ye Shaoyang.
Ye Shaoyang sacrificed the Tianfeng Thunderfire flag, and his hands were printed. It was a hard fight and the was shaken again.
Although his body has also shook, the body is somewhat uncomfortable, after all, it is a third-class ghost.
The leaps like a thunder, once again leaping, wanting to compete with Ye Shaoyang, but no chance:
When he flew up, he felt the wind behind his head. When he looked back, a huge hand grabbed it and hurriedly cast a place of ghosts. For a time, the wind whistled and rolled toward the hand.
"He is strong and he is strong, and the iron ropes block the river!"
A violent drink, the master of the big hand gently squats, produces a hurricane, and the wind is off, the other hand takes out a huge wooden sword, slams hard, slams into the The body, lifted up, seems to be sent to the mouth like a string of scorpions, the right hand buckled off the two eyeballs, directly stuffed into the import and chewed.
"It's delicious, what about him! Haha! The meat of the third-class ghost is a chewing!"
The third-class ghost wanted to transform the shape for the first time, but he was firmly held in his hand, unable to move, and screaming in his mouth, very miserable.
Ye Shaoyang and others stood on the city tower of at least ten people, looking up at the head in a foolish way, looking at the person in front of this higher than the tower - it should be a ghost.
This ghost is wearing a black gauze, wearing a big red flower robes, a waistline, a brocade, a black riding boots, and a gourd at the waist.
Look at the appearance, look dark, long leopard eyes, forehead and chin are protruding to the front, a ugly but domineering face, full of a beard. Holding the third-class ghost in his hand, it seems like the neck of Jingwu duck, the mouth full of blood is blood.
Finally, I knocked my head open, took the ghost brain together with the ghost blood, sipped it, licked my mouth, and untied the wine gourd from the waist, and sipped a few mouthfuls.
"Happy and happy! Hahaha..." The big ghost smiled and gave a loud noise like a thunder, and drank a few mouthfuls of wine. It seemed to be drunk. He sat on the ground and sang loudly in his mouth: "The underworld The ghosts are overcast, the wind is blowing, the ghosts are bloody, the little ghosts can't finish the blood, and the big ghosts can't finish!"
A few people behind Ye Shaoyang, suddenly reached the extreme, Mu Qingyu took Ye Shaoyang's arm, the whole body could not help but tremble, the tragic scene before, and the atmosphere of the big ghost, people dare not look up.
"Clock... Zhong Tianshi, see Zhong Tianshi!" The six gatekeepers also came back to this moment and quickly squatted.
"Well? I can't stop even a little devil, a bunch of waste!"
Zhong Rong’s sleeves waved, and a hurricane blew the six people to the east. They rolled on the ground for a while. After they got up, they still lie on the ground and dare not watch Zhong Rong.
"Zhong Wei...Amitabha, this big devil..."
Sibao murmured, no matter whether it is a ghost field or a human being, no one does not know the name "Zhong Wei", but most people have only heard it, never seen it, even Ye Shaoyang, it is only the second time, the first time Or with Qingyunzi, he went to the yin and played with Zhong Rong once.
Zhong Rong likes to eat ghosts, and the ghosts he eats are immediately scattered and turned into fine. It is said that he ate ghosts during the day and when he was resting at night, Jing Jing flew out from the nose and mouth...
Zhong Rong as if he heard the words of the four treasures, looked up and looked at the city building, his expression was very angry.