The enthronement and credit granting ceremony of the ghost king of the cloud clothes lasted for an hour. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the ceremony, the crowd dispersed, and almost everyone's face was filled with indescribable emotion.

These inhabitants of the Divine Realm, in fact, have been praying year after year since the last few generations that the unfortunate ghost people can one day rise again and re-enter the Six Realms as strong men, but they can only watch them die one after another.

Now that the savior has appeared, the traditional ghost clan is hopeful, does this mean that the evil fake ghost king and her master are coming?

These kind-hearted residents only wanted to celebrate the birth of the Manifest Ghost King, but they didn't anticipate how the fake Ghost King would deal with them in order to regain the ghost throne.

A storm is quietly hitting the Bearded Divine Clan, and a battle to defend the Divine Realm is about to begin.

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Early in the morning, Ling Xuanluo was awakened by the chirping of birds.

He opened his eyes, opened the tent embroidered with camellias, and saw a piece of sunlight as thin as the silk wings of a golden cicada, slanting through the bamboo window lattice.

The sunlight made him in a trance, thinking that he had returned to Jiluo Mountain, and called twice in a row, but no one answered, and then rubbed his eyes to see the furnishings in the room, and then remembered where he was.

He patted his head and laughed at himself: "Hey, homesick and crazy, such a different style of alien god realm was actually confused between me and Jiluo Mountain. With that, he sighed softly and floated out of bed.

After freshening up, he left the guest hall, and he went to visit Zhuxing first.

The Bamboo Star Immortal has lost his body, and now he is just a mortal who is about to die. Last night, he played crazy with a group of Protoss children for most of the night, and he was so tired that he was still snoring like thunder until this time.

Ling Xuanluo sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him motionlessly, causing him to fall asleep.

Uncle Xing, who once loved him infinitely, can't come back. Only three years have passed, and he has been damaged by the immortal yuan, showing a sluggish old state.

Except for the silver thread, which he had when he bumped into him at the edge of the Valley of Fallen Thoughts when he was five years old, and now the furrows at the corners of his eyes and mouth were all newly born after escaping the Netherworld Valley last time.

This mentally deranged old man, from the first time he saw him in the phantom talisman, has become a child that he loves, and he just wants to take good care of him and not let him be hurt by anyone again.

"Uncle Xing, you shouldn't have fallen to this point! Although you are timid and afraid of death, you also have chivalrous courage and integrity. The former Xingyue brothers, in the world, eliminated demons and guarded the way, protecting the safety of the world, and then the lonely and helpless water bell was loved by you as the root of your life. In front of the Xuanbing Cave, in order not to let him be punished, you even did not hesitate to violate the military regulations of Jiluo Mountain. These piles and pieces, Xuanluo still remembers vividly, all of them can prove the love in your heart. But you were persecuted and became what you are today. Not only that, but we don't even know what happened to you, so how can we uphold justice for you? Xuanluo has the heart to avenge you, but where should he start......

He whispered painfully, Zhuxing in his sleep, but drooling and smirking, probably dreaming of something interesting.

Ling Xuanluo thought he was going to wake up, so he hurriedly leaned over, hoping to talk to him and him, but he smashed his mouth and turned over, and continued to sleep soundly, and pointed the back of his head at him.

He sighed helplessly and was about to get up and leave, only to find a figure flashing on the window paper.

"What who?" he snorted, and strode out the door, but no one saw him, but he met Long Xiang at the corner of the porch, talking to a samurai, and as soon as he saw him come out, he sent the samurai away.

Was that the figure just now? Ling Xuanluo was suspicious, and was about to speak, but Long Xiang took the initiative to walk towards him.

"Lingliuxian, did you sleep well last night?" he asked with a smile. (To be continued.) )