"Who said I miss my daughter? I don't want to do it at all! She is practicing happily every day and living happily. What's there to think about?" Ouyang Jing said with an indifferent look on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of Xuanmen slapped him in the face and slapped Ouyang Jing in the head.

In fact, she only used 10% of her power, and even so, Ouyang Jing's head was still distorted.

"Call your daughter!" The ancestor of Xuanmen roared again.

"Haha--" Ouyang Jing's deformed head made an extremely strange laugh. He looked at the ancestor of Xuanmen with contempt and said, "I, Ouyang Jing, can be regarded as number one in this half-ghost world. How could you, an ugly ghost, be threatened!"

Without saying a word, the ancestor of Xuanmen slapped Ouyang Zhi's body with one palm, which was still only 10% of the strength, but half of Ouyang Zhi's body was taken into a photo.

"Call your daughter, otherwise I will crush him to ashes!" The ancestor of Xuanmen threatened again.

"Haha, brother, it's okay. We will die at the hands of a super-level half-ghost, and there is nothing wrong with it. Brother will just die with you." Ouyang Jing looked at Ouyang Zhi and said.

"Brother, I said, yes, our brothers have entered the outer periphery of Xuanjie, and the Taoist lord's mansion has also lived. Before dying, they still enjoy the mid-level massage service of the super level. It's a pleasure!" Ouyang Zhi said this and glanced at the ancestor of Xuanmen and said, "What a pity, this massage, little sister, too, he, mother, ugly, too, too old!"

"There's no other choice, brothers, and only this kind of guy can serve us. I don't know how to pick on her appearance. If she could be a super-level peak, she would die more happily." Ouyang Jing said with a smile.

The two of them were old and brothers, and they were just as good as others, and they were still talking and laughing.

"Let me see if you are really not afraid of death, or if you are false, you are not afraid of death!" The ancestor of Xuanmen said, taking out a burning ball from his pocket, and suddenly threw it on the ground. The half-meter-high fire ball rose up.

"I'll burn your brother first, see if you care or not!" said the ancestor of Xuanmen, preparing to capture Ouyang Zhi.

"Hey hey hey, old lady," Ouyang Jing shouted hurriedly, "It's not that I don't want to call, but I really don't know where my daughter is."

A sneer appeared on the lips of the Xuanmen ancestor: "If you can't contact your daughter, you can always contact Li Xian! Call Li Xian and say you have something to ask him for help and let him come here to see you!"

"This is OK." Ouyang Jing smiled, "But you patted my head for this virtue, my body lost coordination. Even if I wanted to make a phone call, my hands couldn't control it."

Ouyang Jing said, his right hand shaking, trying to get his cell phone in his pocket, but his hand couldn't be stuffed into his pocket like he lost control.

"Big, brother--" Seeing Ouyang Jing like this, Ouyang Zhi shouted quickly.

"Forget it, we finally got to this point. It's a pity that we died. Wouldn't we just call me?" Ouyang Jing glared at the ancestor of Xuanmen and said, "Hey, old lady, if I call Li Xian, you have to let us go."

"Depending on your performance, I'll dial the phone for you." The ancestor of Xuanmen said, and his arm grew two or three meters long again, reaching towards Ouyang Jing's pocket.

When she was about to approach Ouyang Jing's pocket, Ouyang Jing's lost control of his right hand suddenly aimed at the ancestor of Xuanmen. The phantom of the soul-devouring insect flew towards the ancestor of Xuanmen.

They were only two or three meters away. If they were ordinary half-ghosts, the soul-devouring insect could easily rush into the other party's body.

But the body of the super-level half-ghost was so agile that the ancestor of Xuanmen turned around several times in the air and then dodged lightly.

The soul-devouring insect cannot fly in the air for too long. After chasing for several times, it did not enter the body of the ancestor of Xuanmen, and then flew back to Ouyang Jing's fingertips in disappointment.

The moment the soul-devouring insect flew into Ouyang Jing's right fingertips, the ancestor of Xuanmen flew in front of him like lightning, slashed Ouyang Jing's right arm with a palm, slashed his right arm down, and threw it into the fire ball as fast as possible.

Ouyang Jing's right arm immediately caught fire, and the "squeaking" screams of the soul-devouring insect came from the blazing fire.

When the broken arm turned into ashes, the screams of the soul-devouring insect disappeared.

Ouyang Jing's eyes widened in shock, and his circles suddenly turned red.

When he was still a human, he started raising this soul-devouring insect and was always inseparable from him. He unexpectedly was burned to death today.

Although it was painful to get burned with broken arms, the soul-devouring insect was burned, which almost cost him half of his life.

"Old witch, I'll fight with you!" Ouyang Jing bumped into the Xuanmen ancestor.

The ancestor of Xuanmen raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, leaving a footprint dozens of centimeters deep.

"Burn that soul-devouring insect, it depends on what methods you have!" The ancestor of Xuanmen said sternly, "Call Li Xian or Ouyang Ting quickly!"

"Do you think I don't know why you are looking for my daughter? In order to restore your strength, you have to peel off the one-tenth of the Yuanhun from her body. If that's the case, she might have died in your hands!" Ouyang Jing said angrily, "If I had known today, why would you exchange Yuanhun with her!"

"I'll just ask you one question, will you call?" Xuanmen ancestor asked with a cold face.

"There is no door!" Ouyang Jing gritted his teeth.

Xuanmen suddenly rushed over, pulled Ouyang Jing's other arm and threw it into the fire ball.

"Brother--" Ouyang Zhi, who had recovered slightly, burst into tears.

"Can you call?" asked the ancestor of Xuanmen again.

"Beat your mother!" Ouyang Jing cursed.

The ancestor of Xuanmen cut off his left leg with a palm and threw it into the fire ball.

"Brother! Big Brother!" Ouyang Zhi burst into tears, "Brother, why don't you call me? Li Xian will definitely have a way to come--"

"Silly brother," Ouyang Jing still had a smile on his face, "You think this old witch will let us go after calling! She will die even if she calls. Besides, I, Ouyang Jing, have always been soft but not hard in this life!"

"Brother, why bother with this!" Ouyang Zhi looked at Ouyang Jing's broken body, and shook his head while crying.

"Brother, stop talking!" Ouyang Jing looked at the ancestor of Xuanmen with contempt and said, "Hey, old witch, you just have the fucking tricks. I have something to do to give me something more satisfying!"

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In the Ghost King space, Ouyang Ting, who had just finished her cultivation, was suddenly shocked.

Inexplicably, she wanted to cry.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Ouyang Qingyu asked hurriedly.

"I don't know why, I suddenly missed my dad." Ouyang Ting murmured, "Actually, the one I'm sorry about in this world is my dad. He spoiled me so much. No matter what I do..."

"Miss?" When Ouyang Qingyu saw Ouyang Ting's eyes full of tears, she hurriedly handed her a tissue.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!