The ghost people are looking forward to the appearance of the orthodox ghost king, and they are looking forward to it for hundreds of years. As soon as the three www.biquge.info of them entered the Golden Silkworm Realm, they couldn't wait, and the enthronement ceremony was going to be held that night, supporting the cloud as the new monarch of the ghost realm.

Although the ghost clan is small, its position in the Six Realms is very important, and the weight of its clan head is not comparable to that of the immortal head or the god head. Therefore, this ceremony is connected with the sacrifice to the heavens, and it is naturally very grand.

Yun Zhishang has always been difficult to adapt to the fact that as the heir of the Mandate of Heaven Ghost King, he is about to be promoted to the Ghost King, and he always wants to delay it for two more days, but it is difficult to resist the evil spirit, so he has to agree. In fact, the worry of that one is that if he doesn't worry about it for a day or two, but if he dreams a lot all night, and some moth is born in the middle, this hope that he has finally seen will be disappointed again.

At sunset, Yun Zhishang was brought into the dormitory arranged for him by Namtso, and was waited on by two ghost maidens, entering the hot spring water of the Tang Mu Pavilion to bathe and change clothes.

The light in the Tangmu Pavilion is dim, and the steam is swirling between the gorgeous mountains and rocks, which is quite similar to the fairyland on the top of Song Mountain.

He soaked in the sprinkling of flowers, leaned against the smooth cobblestone, smelled the fragrance, recalled the feeling of standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the mortal dust when he was still a Songliu immortal, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and whispered: "The world is gone, and I am no longer visible, only I smile in the breeze." The clothes of the clouds, the clothes of the clouds, you have loved the colorful clothes all your life, but in the end, you will put a wisp of ghost into a layer of black veil forever. I knew that this day would come so quickly, so why didn't I go back to Songshan first and take a second look......

At night, when he reappeared in the public eye, people found that his cherished cloud silk brocade robe had been replaced, and at this time, he was wearing a jet-black brocade robe.

This is the robe of the ghost king, the whole robe is connected up and down, and the edge is inlaid with extremely delicate gold wire locks. Around his waist was a bright topaz belt buckled by a ghost's hand, wrapping around his slender waist just right. In order to press the hem of the robe, a dark red silk silk hung down and was hung with a skull-shaped jade pendant.

His black hair, which has always hung down from his waist, has also been coiled high, and a pitch-black hosta, replacing the once amorous hairpin, wears his hair upright.

People who love cloud silk brocade clothes so much, in order to protect the last lifeline of other clans, do not hesitate to give up everything they once had, and become ghosts from immortals. How can this kind of affection not be appreciated?

However, at this moment, in the hearts of Ling Xuanluo and Duan Xiao, there was sadness and reluctance, and the two of them turned around in unison and quietly wiped the tears that kept falling.

The child hour is stipulated by the traditional ghost clan, the time of the day to open the ghost door. Only then can all ghosts leave their abode and go to the world.

At the beginning, the ghost clan made this opening time a regular rule, just because the ghosts could not touch the daylight, and they did not have this taboo in the Golden Silkworm Realm, and the gods and people had deep sympathy for them since the time of Dawa Yangji, and never regarded them as outsiders, so this rule had long been abolished, and the ghost people could go out here at any time.

However, the succession ceremony of the ghost king must be held in the time of the son, and this sacred law of the ghost clan cannot be broken at any time.

When everything was ready, just in time, Yun Zhishang dragged the hem of his long robe and walked up to the altar with bright candles.

In the center of the altar, a large circular pedestal is filled with black water, and a flaming gate burns on the water, symbolizing the rekindling of the fire of hell, and from now on the six realms have masters, and ghosts can no longer travel freely in the passage between life and death.

Yun Zhishang walked to the flame gate, and the ghost body shook twice, and then it turned from real to virtual, becoming a phantom with a black dark light. He raised his arms and flicked the flames to either side, then passed through smoothly and stood on the other side of the Blackwater Altar.

As soon as he passed through, his body changed from phantom to solid, which meant that he had pushed open the gate of the ghost clan, strode in, and from then on took over the scepter of domination, and would lead the ghost people to prosperity.

The evil man was prostrate on the ground, and in front of his black and oily pointed head was a sandalwood box containing the seal of the ghost king. He instigated a pair of ghost ears, and when he heard that Yun Zhiyi had pushed the flame door in, he straightened up and held the sandalwood box high above his head.

Yun Zhishang walked up to him step by step, stood quietly, and then got up, but he leaned down and bowed down.

Facing the blue sky, holding a sandalwood box in his hand, he recited words, as if he was praying to the sky.

The spectators followed his gaze and saw a meteor with a bright tail of light streak through the sky, like a dancing flame, and fell straight down to the Blackwater Altar.

(To be continued.) )