Pick up a ghost king boyfriend

Chapter 67

Miaomiao was in the arms of the locust tree spirit, and heard a crackling sound, a spark burst in, splashed in front of him, was blocked by a leaf, the smell of burnt permeated, and Miaomiao coughed chokingly, he unconsciously Curled up tightly, hugging the locust tree spirit's waist tightly.

It wasn't until the faint green juice fragrance gradually diluted the burnt smell that Miaomiao relaxed, but the crackling sound became louder, and the locust tree spirit was trembling all over. Miaomiao hugged her gently again, and his mind A passage flashed in: the picture of his mother reaching out to pat him on the back and singing to him.

Following the picture in his mind, he stretched out his chubby little hand, gently patted the locust tree spirit, and hummed a song to her.

The condition of the locust tree spirit is not good, she just wrapped her spiritual power outside, turned into a rattan ball, and rolled over quickly.

But the magma was so hot that even the oldest vines couldn't resist it for a while, sending out bits and pieces of flame.

Finally couldn't hold back and splashed inside, the locust tree spirit didn't want to control Miaomiao, she was almost burnt.

Feeling Miaomiao hugging me, I once hoped that after the little locust tree transformed into shape, I could hold myself like this and call: Mom.

The locust tree spirit trembled, stretched out its leaves unconsciously, blocked the sparks, then moved its spiritual power inside, wrapped around Meow, gritted its teeth, and sped up the speed.

The surface without the protection of spiritual power quickly scorched black, and the branches and tendrils that lost their moisture could no longer play a protective role, but burned instead.

The locust tree spirit felt that she couldn't hold on anymore, she couldn't roll anymore.

Xiaohuaishu's laughter began to ring in his mind, why don't he go with them, it's over, and there will be no more pain.

The soft humming sounded, the little boy's immature voice and the out-of-key tune, but the locust tree spirit could hear clearly

"Baby Baby,

my dear baby,

mom loves you

love you forever..."

Along with the tune, the voices of the little locust trees rushed into the mind of the locust tree spirit: "Mom, run away, the devil thinks your energy is suitable for refining the split souls, so he baked your habitat with lava. Mom, Run away! Run away!!!"

The locust tree spirit was shocked, and opened her eyes. In the depths of the palace in the distance, a pair of red devilish eyes were staring at her.

The locust tree spirit stopped, secretly hid Meow Miao in the tree trunk, then stood at the door, looked at those eyes, stretched out her hands, and made a gesture of worship to those eyes, her outstretched hands were already charred , faintly with blood clots and blue inner stem color.

"Locust Tree Essence, what are you doing here?" Behind the eyes of the red devil is the devil's left guardian. He didn't find a suitable host, so he possessed the entire palace and never left the devil's swamp.

"Greetings to Protector Zuo, the pariah met a ghost in the west, the energy is powerful, the breath is consistent with the demon king's announcement, and I am here to report." The locust tree spirit could not kneel down, and the burnt branches lost their flexibility. It is difficult to bend over.

"If you don't worship me, you are extremely arrogant." Around the gate of the palace, where the locust tree spirit was standing, a large amount of lava gushed out instantly, directly onto the locust tree spirit's feet. Roots stretched out to support her falling body, but they were quickly scorched again.

The locust tree spirit fell into the lava, and felt that his internal organs were about to be roasted into charcoal, and he couldn't even utter a sound.

Guardian Zuo didn't look at her any more, and the magma stretched from the swamp all the way, rolling westward, forming a long line of fire.

Miao Miao broke free from the pagoda tree spirit's arms, hugged the pagoda tree spirit, then took a deep breath, puffed herself up, pulled the pagoda tree spirit, and floated to the top of the hall.

"Little ghost, you don't have to be hypocritical, let me go and escape by yourself." The locust tree spirit left the magma, opened her eyes for a while, and saw Meow Miao, who was pulling her and her belly bulging, closed her eyes again, mocking road.

"Persist a little longer, and I'll go to Qingshan to save you." Miaomiao didn't know why the locust tree spirit gave up temporarily and handed herself over, but he didn't hate the locust tree spirit so much now, and he didn't want to see her die.

"Don't save me! It was I who killed my own children, and I deserve to die." The locust tree spirit was turned into carbon, and tears were still in his eyes.

The drops dripped on Miaomiao's hand, and flowed through Miaomiao's whole body like an electric current. Countless fragments flooded into his mind, and his whole head was about to explode.

The magma billowing in the distance soon swept back, igniting a higher and bigger flame.

"Locust tree spirit, how dare you lie to me, everyone in the ghost city saw you grabbing the ghost king and coming in." A hoarse voice came, and Meow didn't continue to fly because of a headache. on the beam.

With the return of the Demon King Zuo Dharma, the locust tree spirit left behind a trace of spirit, wrapped Meow Miao, spread her air roots along the beams, and fled towards the bottom of the hall.

The red eyes opened again, and the red light penetrated to every place in the hall, and then along the beams and pillars, they saw traces of the aura of the locust tree spirit.

The red eyes closed again, and the red magma spread towards the bottom of the swamp. The cold and dark swamp suddenly boiled, and the corpses of countless creatures turned over to the surface of the swamp. The red magma was still pouring in, reflecting the deep Orange.

The tumbling magma rushed out of the swamp in a short while, wrapped in a piece of charcoal, and threw it directly to the roof of the temple, where the magma was the hottest.

The magma did not find Miaomiao, and the eyes in the hall opened again, and the magma moved into the hall, spreading all the way from the bottom of the hall.

Miaomiao was still holding her head, and kept spinning on the thick beam. The pictures that flooded into her mind were both strange and familiar:

The long-haired woman hugged him and sang to him;

The family went to the park together. He secretly climbed a tree and was caught by a man;

The young uncle took him out for fast food and was almost beaten by his mother;

favorite doll;

climbing wall in the room;

The slide in the yard...

Those lost memories flowed in like a rising tide, and he didn't realize at all that the magma had already flowed to his side...

**

Daoist Qingshan rode on a wooden horse, looked at the Demon Realm in front of him, no more spells, pulled out the mahogany sword from the brocade bag, and split the barrier.

The ghost market is at its busiest time:

There are food stalls selling skewers, snacks, and baking cookies, and there are demons, ghosts, and demons who sit around and patronize in twos and threes;

There are also quite a few stalls selling spiritual weapons, some are weapons, some are magic weapons that are modified to beautify or psychedelic others, and some are just spiritual things such as cleaning for daily use;

There are also slave markets that sell low-level demons and ghosts. Demons and ghosts with different spiritual powers are fixed in the formation, waiting for the employer to select and form a spiritual contract;

Next to the building demon, there are a group of little banshees, who sing songs across the stage, and a group of male monsters below are drooling, applauding and giving gifts to the banshees.

Daoist Qingshan slashed in with his sword, and the entire portal trembled. Before all the monsters and ghosts had time to scatter and escape, a ray of light passed in front of them, leaving behind the sound of "dede" horseshoes, and hair blown away by the wind , Yipao, stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to continue screaming or continue to run away.

A frog spirit mentioned by Daoist Qingshan didn't have that kind of unsatisfactory sense of loss at the moment, it just screamed desperately, because it was strangled by the neck, the voice was weird and funny.

"Shut up!" Daoist Qingshan always liked to be quiet, but at the moment when he was called, his temples suddenly swelled.

The frog spirit was so frightened that its tongue was still curled out, its mouth was already closed, and the painful tears came out, but it didn't dare to make a sound.

"Did you see the ghost of a little boy and was caught?" Fang Chuhan poked his head out and asked.

Frog Spirit looked at Taoist Priest, saw that the Taoist Priest's eyes were flashing with lightning, and nodded immediately: "Over the devil's swamp, the pagoda tree spirit is going to the Demon Palace to invite rewards!"

Daoist pointed two fingers at the center of Frog Jing's eyebrows, and then pointed at the top of the wooden horse's forehead, and the wooden horse immediately adjusted its direction and galloped towards the swamp.Frog Jing was thrown by Qingshan into the pond by the roadside, and sank with a bang.

"Chu Han, you drive the wooden horse. I want to control the sword." Daoist Qingshan finished speaking, and before Fang Chuhan could reply, he threw the mahogany sword into the air and jumped up. Fang Chuhan fell suddenly and almost fell. , Grasping the flying rope with his right hand, he stabilized, and responded loudly: "No problem."

Watching Qingshan Road go far away.

**

When Daoist Qingshan Yujian arrived, he saw the magma billowing above the Demon Palace, and a charcoal was about to fall. He realized that there was still a spirit alive inside, so he immediately pointed his finger over, covered the charcoal with a golden mask, and put away the charcoal. come over.

The locust tree spirit originally thought that she was about to perish, but a golden light covered her whole body as if immersed in spring water. Knowing that a great power appeared, she immediately exhausted her last bit of spiritual energy and begged: "There is still a ghost child inside, please invite the gods save him."

Taoist Master Qingshan saw that it was the locust tree monster, he didn't want to care about it anymore, but when he heard the cry for help, he knew something was wrong, so he took the other party into his bag and flew towards the hall.

With the golden mask closed, Taoist Priest Qingshan felt the blazing heat, and he felt a little admiration for the locust tree spirit in his heart. It is really rare for a low-level fairy to have a tenacious heart even though she has been demonized.

Inside the hall, the eyes of the left guardian were shining red. He had already found Miaomiao, and the lava rolled up directly. The trace of the locust tree's soul power left behind was not enough to stop him, but he needed to explore Miaomiao's breath and energy. Is it the clone of the demon king, so it didn't break through the protective barrier for a while.

When Daoist Qingshan saw Meow Miao curled up in a ball in the center of the hall, on the top of the lava mountain, his heart tightened.

Seeing that the monster hadn't hurt Meow Meow, he relaxed.

Immediately, a golden mask passed over, wrapped Meow Miao up, and read another mantra, just as he was about to pull Miao Miao over, the demon king's left guardian directly turned lava into tidal water and rushed towards Taoist Qingshan.