The pain disappeared, the ghost energy disappeared, and the ghost shadow disappeared.

Maloen breathed heavily and lay on the ground, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

He stared at the top of the tomb and turned over with difficulty.

Tears and snot are constantly gushing out of the mouth and nose, which is the physical reaction after just enduring the pain, which is the sequelae.

My own black death curse hurts me?

Maloen shook his head, stood up with difficulty, and looked at Qin Kun incredibly, his eyes were astonished, or fearful, or both.

"Five ghosts are here..."

Maloen muttered to himself dryly, the five ghosts were beyond his own perception. Where did so many ghosts come from? Why are those ghosts so strong? In some aspects, Qin Kun is impeccable, and behind the ghosts, they are also impeccable. This is the most terrifying place!

Judging from the exhausting battle just now, the other party is the leader who can easily test his weaknesses, and he has been exhausted to deal with it!

I don’t even know where Qin Kun’s weakness is.

Is this just a host of the Styx? Only forty-four?

Is Mu Shen blind!!!

Maloen found that Qin Kun's eyes were twitching unconsciously, smiling nervously. In order to show that he had no intention of being an enemy anymore, he bowed to Qin Kun: "Teacher, I've been taught."

Qin Kun had a strange expression, as if his face was uncontrollable, but he felt relieved.

Maloen burst into tears, why didn't he?

The black death curse makes people feel that the soul is necrotic after being cursed, and the physical skills are instantly lost control. The pain of bone necrosis and the pain of the Five Ghosts beings are still fresh in memory.

However, compared to Maloen's embarrassment, Qin Kun survived!

The existence of the Ten Death Altars constantly provides merits. A little ghost is 100 points and a big ghost is 200 points. He has never lacked merits. If it weren't for the Taoist technique that needs to be carefully studied and exchanged, Qin Kun might have more.

These mixed martial arts and Taoist techniques, as well as increasingly powerful ghosts, are the key to their own victory.

After fighting with Maloen, Qin Kun gradually touched the strength of the Huangquan-level host and smiled at him: "If you don't steal my territory anymore, just find a place to live next to you."

Qin Kun's head pressed against Maloen's head: "My patience is limited."

...

Maloen is gone.

After leaving, the system in my mind prompted, "Welcome the host to the Ten Dead City."

Qin Kun sighed. After that change, the binding force of the Ten Death Rules became weaker and weaker. In the past, others would have greatly reduced their personal attributes when they entered their territory. Now, after they woke up, their disciple Silver Bat came to grab it once, and Maloen came to grab it once. There was no sense of security at all in this territory, which was too bad.

All the ghost messengers were released and settled.

All the ghost messengers are familiar with Kunlun Tombs, and only the newly collected princess corpse ghost looked at everything curiously.

“Where is this place?”

"It seems to be more than the yin energy of the Six Dragons Road?"

"The aura of the dragon? It seems not..."

"Master Qin...oh no, master, where is this?"

The corpse vine ghost Yaoyao followed Qin Kun and asked questions in a chattering manner.

The beloved daughter of Gushan Ghost King became vine fertilizer after her tragic death, so that when she appeared, the roots of vines were still tied in her body, which seemed to be more terrifying than the peeling of grass in her belly. Some vines were rooted in Yaoyao's head, crawling in and out of her eye sockets, and even blooming flowers, with a very unique shape.

The wedding dress ghost grabbed her: "Shh, this is a secret place. The master can take us to many secret places, so you can't ask more."

"Why?"

The wedding dress ghost smiled: "Master won't ask us more. Don't you think it's good to respect each other? Everyone needs to have their own little secrets."

Niu Meng's iron chain, skinned ghost's human skin, the cause of death of the monk Shui, the family of the headless ghost, the loneliness of the hanged ghost, the small bottle of the smiling ghost, the terrifying poison pattern on the face of the sixteenth prince, and the wedding ghost's knowledge exceeding the knowledge of mortals. These are their secrets, or they don't want to mention it or think about the past.

Qin Kun never asked the truth. For a Taoist priest who raises ghosts, if he dares to raise them without knowing the details of his ghost servants, he will dare to raise them. That is trust.

For Yin people, Yang people can give the greatest trust!

Qin Kun gave it to them, so they never wanted to inquire about Qin Kun.

The vine ghost crossed his hands in front of his chest, and was so angry that the vine tentacles on his head grabbed his head: "But... I have no secret!"

The ghost of the wedding dress was amused. This ghost king who was offered was just like a child in some of his mind. In fact, it is quite good.

Qin Kun went out for a walk, and Niu Meng followed behind him.

As soon as the two left, the tomb became lively.

"Amitabha, headless, have you noticed that the master has become stronger again?"

The monk Shui clasped his hands together and looked at the headless ghost. The headless ghost was carved with wood carvings and slashed his head.

Next to the sarcophagus where he lives, there are about thirty carved heads piled up, all of which are his treasures.

A dull sound came from the chest, and Wutou said, "Isn't this normal? Five ghosts are on the body."

The hanged ghost hung on the top of the tomb chamber, and the ropes could be long or short. He hung down, stuck out his tongue, and stared at his eyes, "It's so abnormal! Ghost art requires people to react correctly when suffering. I don't know how painful your way of death was, but my way of death was absolutely difficult."

Monk Shui nodded: "Indeed, five ways to die, six personalities gather together, normal people have long been crazy... Last time in Gushan Ghost City, my master was still in a daze, and now he can bear the pain when we are on our upper body."

The skinned next to him held the grass branch in his mouth, recalling the scene of his tragic death back then, he couldn't help but shivered.

"Damn... I don't want to recall the pain I had when I died back then. Master is so strong, I will endure five kinds of things at once..."

"Four kinds? That cow is not dead!" said the hanged ghost.

Monk Shui curled his lips: "Brother Niu was born a dead ghost."

There is a dispute here.

Xu Tao was playing cards.

The braid was bitten on his mouth, and there were smiling ghosts in front of Xu Tao, the sixteenth prince, Shi Snake Ji, and the four major guards of the sixteenth prince.

Xu Tao was in the bank and started a bet. He looked at a circle of people and sneered, "See, this is the strength of our master! What is that Malohn? The sky fell and Niu Meng and the others were holding on. What can we do? Of course, we are just legs, maybe one day they will be cannon fodder! But I, Xu Tao, have this awareness, the master is delicious and delicious, and we must play a role!"

"So, since we will die calmly or even be wiped out one day in the future, we must have fun in time! Let's not say anything, start a gambling."

Eunuch Chang and the Tea Fairy Ghost were drinking tea next to him, and the old ghost in Jinyi and his subordinate Wang Laocai served the flowers and plants.

Eunuch Chang curled his lips and said contemptuously: "The family has never heard of gambling as heart-stirring as it can be described. It really embarrasses the master."

The wedding dress ghost came over and sat next to the coffin. The tea fairy ghost politely brewed her a cup of tea. The wedding dress ghost thanked her for taking it.

"Don't be angry, father-in-law, this is what Xu Tao is like. Just don't take the leads of two little kids."

The corpse vine ghost also followed and saw the old ghost in brocade clothes waiting for the flowers and plants and came over: "Hey, are you planting flowers?"

The old ghost in Jinyi is like Wang Laocai and a flower farmer. He feels good to be with everyone, but he is useless and doesn’t want to waste his time on gambling. He has always taken planting flowers as his responsibility.

"Haha, yes."

Jinyi Old Ghost smiled politely, but was not too humble. Even if the other party was a ghost king, he was Qin Kun's subordinate. It would be great if everyone got along in harmony.

The corpse ghost nodded with a pout and said, "But it doesn't seem to like staying here."

"Ah?" The old ghost in Jinyi and Wang Laocai were stunned, "What does it mean?"

“It wants to get out and get some air.”

"Who told you?"
Chapter completed!