"Scared me?"

Fahai Zen Staff pointed horizontally: "I dare to be arrogant in front of me even if I am in a illusory state."

Unexpectedly, the red ghost also transformed into a mind.

He looked at Fahai's Vajra Zen Staff, waved his hand and said, "You have a magic weapon in your body. This thing will defeat me. If you don't do it, don't do it. If you really have the ability, put down the Zen Staff, and I will compete with you?"

Didn’t Fahai know that he delayed time and was not talking nonsense?

Carrying the dragon's back, he scattered golden light, like a flying ray, flying around the Fahai for several circles, the dragon's body, the dorsal fin, the dragon scales and the claws were condensed in turn.

The ferocious dragon head gradually became clear and the dragon's eyes opened.

It's like breaking a glass.

The surrounding illusions were shattered layer by layer, and the sea of ​​fire under your feet no longer existed.

But it was strange that the boiler was gone, but the three red ghosts were still standing there.

Like myself, floating in the air.

The red ghost holding a hacksaw rubbed his eyes, his movements smoothly and looked very intelligent: "I ask who you are? Your little dragon is not a magical illusion. Have you really subdued a dragon?"

The three red ghosts block the way, isn’t it illusory?

Fahai frowned slightly and started to use the soul and Dharma eyes.

He smiled embarrassedly, "It's actually a wisp of soul traveling through the illusion."

After laughing, my face gradually became ugly.

These three ghosts have many demonic shadows. Even if they are just a trace of soul, they are far from comparable to that smoke.

These three ghosts...

He is the righteous god of Yan Po hell.

Fa Haitou turned and looked at the direction of the black fog that was escaping from afar: "It seems that I underestimated you and actually asked someone to help you."

The other two red ghosts also stood up and looked at the golden dragon entangled in the sea of ​​Fa.

The red ghost holding the axe shook his head, without fear in his eyes: "Tsk tsk, it's really awesome. It's not easy to get it. Hello, can you give it to me?"

Fahai was not anxious and replied with a smile: "If I dare to give it to you, would you dare?"

Red Ghost swayed his axe and said with a smile: "I'm just a real spirit. If you dare to send it, I will dare to slaughter."

"You haven't replied to me yet, I'll ask who you are? Have you really subdued the dragon?"

Fahai raised his palm and said, "I am a disciple of the Western Paradise, Amitabha Buddha, Venerable Kashyapa, and a dragon-subduing Arhat."

The red ghost who used graphite to draw lines is extremely scheming.

At the beginning, I pretended to be stupid and heard Fahai report his own home.

It jumped out of the brush.

He looked quite disdainful and waved his hand and said, "It turns out that he is an Arhat. He dares to shout even if he has a little magic power. He thought you are so old. Boy, it may not be that easy for you to leave today."

The red ghost with the hacksaw was very impatient: "Why are you talking halfway, you are like a toad, and you have to poke and jump. I ask you, have you really been descended from a dragon?"

“So what?”

The red ghost was still stern, but at this moment he was full of smiles and sat down with his hands cross-legged: "How can you give me a way to surrender? Can you tell me?"

He also sat cross-legged with the graphite, and supported his chin with his hands: "Tell me, if you want to speak beautifully, you will die more happily."

These three ghosts have their own ideas, but they are extremely stubborn.

The one holding the axe raised, and said in a fire: "Ask you the price?"

Fahai's face became increasingly ugly after being so funny by these three ghosts.

In terms of realm, now that I have attained the first fruit, I am already an Arhat on earth.

It is the highest level of monks on earth.

However, because of reincarnation and re-cultivation, in terms of actual magic power, he has reached the Western Arhat.

And these three ghosts control the black rope hell and belong to the righteous god in the underworld.

Strictly speaking, it is one level higher than yourself.

But just a wisp of soul came across the border. If I were truly here, it would be no problem to deal with them.

But the problem is that I am just a drop of golden blood, wrapping my soul.

I really can't tell if I have to go together three of them.

He smiled, but sat down cross-legged.

Take a look at the Three Ghosts.

"Who did I listen to?"

The one holding an axe and a hacksaw were all pointed together.

Point to the one holding the graphite.

"Listen to him first."

The one holding the axe pointed at himself: "Listen to me again."

Finally, the one holding the hacksaw: "Let me last."

Fahai nodded secretly.

These three ghosts obviously have superiors and inferiors.

At this time, the ghost holding the graphite was more concise in its entire body, and it was obvious that its magic power was deeper.

The rough work of drawing lines with graphite in hand, and the saw and axe must be left to the subordinates.

It cannot be rigid at this time.

Fahai put aside the Buddhist rules, but instead learned from the people in the world, clasped his fists at the ghost holding graphite: "I guess this is the warden of the Black Rope, lucky, lucky."

The ghostly eyes lit up with graphite: "Oh, the little guy is very polite and actually recognizes me as the warden, which is not bad."

Fahai bowed and said, "Who doesn't know the name of the warden?"

He was proud of the graphite: "So what if I tell you? I'm still afraid that you will come to me, what about the ghost-eating Siam?"

"What about these two?"

He said with a hacksaw: "The evil ghost Zhai Luo."

The person holding the axe said, "Pu Gui Zheluo."

"Happy, I'll answer the warden's question first. You asked me to talk about the dragon subduing, but after you talk, you made me die happily. Then the question comes, I'll die after talk. How can I answer the other two questions?"

The three ghosts looked at each other.

"It seems to be."

"This is reasonable."

"What should I do?"

Fahai said: "It's better for us to change the topic. You three are great gods in the underworld. They are in charge of a prison alone. They have extremely noble status and are highly powerful. They can be said to be in heaven and earth, even the Jade Emperor of Yama, have to give him three points of thinness..."

The three red ghosts were deviated by Fahai's half-word words.

This flattery made the three ghosts laugh.

The language that the three ghosts listen to every day is a command of the top of the peak.

When have you heard of this compliment?

The warden Siam had a golden light in his eyes, and he suddenly realized that even though he was only concerned about the two prisoners: "Yes, in this way, I am also the lord of the world?"

The other two ghosts are even more useful.

Two of his little prisoners were always called by Yin Luo ghost messengers. When did they become known as great gods?

All my heart is very open and fast.

However, Fahai's face turned stern.

"But I don't know where the black fog is sacred? He actually sent you to come and block the road?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two jailers laughed loudly.

Warden Siam sneered: "What sacred? It's just a black thread under my ink pen, not even an old ghost fart."

"A black line?" Fahai nodded and knew it.

It must have been to escape from prison while they were unprepared.

In just a few words, I pinched the handle in my hand.
Chapter completed!