Chapter 291 Black King
As soon as they entered the main hall, the maid arranged everyone according to their positions.
The monk's invitation was actually very close to the throne, closer than Nie Quanjiu's.
Nie Quanjiu, who was sitting a few meters away, was surprised at first.
After that, there was no expression at all, but the eyes were a little more meaningful.
Ma Lu, who followed Nie Quanjiu in, had no idea. He had not attended the banquet before, but now he only came with the monks and Taoists.
After all, this invitation was supposed to be from him, but who would have thought that he would have to read Mr. Nie's post before he could get in.
There are less than fifty demons in the inner hall. Except for those who were brought in by invitation because of their relatives, those with the lowest cultivation level are all in the middle stage of foundation building, and they must be powerful monsters and evil spirits in the middle stage of foundation building before they can step in. This is the gate.
Sixteen towering pillars support the hall.
The oil lamp hovered like a dragon on the pillar, illuminating the originally dark hall, so that the specific appearance of the monsters in front of him could be clearly seen.
Although they probably all have humanoid shapes, they are not specific. Even the demons and monsters that build the foundation maintain their own unique forms.
Just like the black bear who originally wanted Nie Quanjiu to bring the demon in, he was wearing thick armor like a bear man.
Neither the claws nor the fur have faded away, and no specific illusion has been cast on oneself to cover up one's figure.
The most human-like ones are the evil ghosts, because most of them are formed after death, and the demons that become ghosts have not fully transformed into humans.
On the contrary, it was the monk's aura of a living person that made many demons look over.
Tushanjun uses the body of an evil ghost. Even if they transform into the appearance of a red-haired Taoist, their own foundation will not change. They only think that the Taoist is a new and powerful ghost, and do not use the spiritual eyes to explore.
Jue Fa's concentration is really good, and he can still recite sutras calmly in the face of so many demons.
On the table in front of you are meat dishes cooked in cauldrons, fine wines, melons and fruits from the mountains and forests...
Tu Shanjun was not interested in the meat on display. He picked up the wine glass and looked at the decoration in the hall. It looked very luxurious, but it was actually because of the materials used. The building itself made people feel gorgeous.
A huge chime in the corner blared music.
Groups of yinji danced in the field.
The fragrant breeze hit me, and my tense nerves couldn't help but relax.
"Array or technique?" The red-haired Taoist's eyes flashed, and he could tell.
It's not a formation, but those Yin Ji's spells, which have some charming abilities. They are not very harmful, but can adjust the atmosphere.
The cultivation level of this body is really low, so Tushanjun can only use some small tricks.
It was easy to be discovered by using tricks. The eyes of Yin Ji, who was leading the dance in the field, couldn't help but glance over. Although she was covered with a veil and could not see her expression, those eyes did not move away from Tushan Jun's body.
These are all trivial matters. On the contrary, when the black bear spirit who was far away saw the monk and the Taoist, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and open his mouth. He was surprised and suspicious and said: "Is it possible that Old Ghost Nie is so generous that he even gave up his own invitation?" go out?"
Turn around and look, drink!
Old ghost Nie was also sitting there.
Looking at Malu next to Old Ghost Nie, the black bear suddenly stood up.
I just wanted to ask that girl Long'er to argue with me, but after thinking about it I decided not to.
Although Malu doesn't have a quota, he is the big monster of Shengyun Yuan after all, and it doesn't matter if he adds two seats. If he goes to make trouble, he will offend three parties at once. The gain is really not worth the loss. It can only be said that there are more people this time.
"Ma Lu is very unorganized, old ghost..."
"Very strange."
After muttering a few words, the little bear next to him looked at him. The black bear spirit grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp without saying another word.
Loud noises.
Another half hour passed, and all eighty seats in the inner hall were full.
In addition to Jufa, there are actually other living monks.
There was a bit of coldness in Tu Shanjun's brows, and murderous intent flashed through him: "The Blood Evil Sect is really lingering. I can meet your people here."
The monks were very sensitive to murderous intent. The monk of the Blood Evil Sect in black robe suddenly raised his head and looked for it. He clearly felt a killing intent directed at him, but the other party hid it very well and disappeared in an instant.
However, he was still certain of the general direction.
The monk who raised his head looked like a crown jewel, his eyes slowly swept over, and finally settled on the gray-robed monk.
As for who has murderous intentions, the demons in the hall have nothing to do with him, and the red-haired Taoist is a ghost, so he is probably the gray-robed monk.
But the monks of the Blood Evil Sect could never remember when they had turned against each other.
Juefa noticed the black-robed monk's hostility, but he didn't show it because he knew what was going on.
It was clearly the red-haired Taoist next to him who showed his murderous intention. The slight or even inaudible killing intention was as solid as the red-haired Taoist's will.
"Senior, do you have a grudge against the Blood Evil Sect?" Juefa was about to ask, but stopped when the words reached his lips. Because the Soul Reverend Banner in his sleeve robe has already explained a lot of things. The Demon Sect knows how to refine this kind of magic weapon, but the most famous one is the Blood Evil Sect.
"What happened?" came the voice from the person next to the black-robed monk.
The black-robed monk turned to look at the man. It was an evil ghost that had transformed into a human being.
The evil ghost looked indifferent, and his slightly scarlet eyes turned slightly.
"It's nothing." The monk of the Blood Fiend Sect shook his head. Although the sect said there was no problem, this person was too dangerous and he could not tell him that he sensed murderous intent. This would not do any good.
The dance pavilion and singing stage are very romantic.
Let's see the yin concubine dancing and the demon eating meat, all making wine in the cup.
Tu Shanjun didn't intend to cause trouble, he had more important things to do today.
He raised the contents of the cup and when he was about to drink it all, a tall figure appeared in front of him. Blocking the surrounding lights, the red-haired Taoist was shrouded in shadow.
"Is something wrong?"
The red-haired Taoist asked indifferently.
"Beihang Mountain City, Chihu, is my younger brother."
After finishing his words, Tu Shanjun raised his head slightly and looked at the tall monk in front of him.
His ears stood up, fur grew on his body, and his round face turned into a tiger face. His tiger eyes stared at the Taoist who was drinking wine, and all his magic power was ready to go.
The white tiger in front of me breathed clean, without any fishy odor, and its magic power also had a clear spirit.
The red-haired Taoist smiled lightly and said, "You and your brother are very different."
The White Tiger Demon Xu heard Tushanjun's teasing. He was not angry, but said seriously: "I don't like him eating people. If you want to become a big monster, eating people is an inferior method."
"This is also my fault. Our brother suffered a big change when he was young. Later, I struggled with spiritual practice and inevitably indulged him, which led to him becoming like that."
The white tiger demon continued: "But you shouldn't kill him. He is my brother after all."
"The child does not teach, the father too."
"An elder brother is like a father. If you don't educate him, others will help you educate him."
Hearing what the red-haired Taoist said, the white tiger demon finally changed his expression, opened his bloody mouth, and lowered his roaring voice with a ferocious expression: "I expected that he would die, but did you expect that you would die too?"
"Amitabha……."
Before the monk could finish his words, the white tiger demon interrupted him: "He has the Yin God of Sword Cultivator as his accomplice. It's you, the monk, who should take action."
Although it is a question, it is absolutely certain.
He asked the Lord of Black Mountain to send down the life-saving Yin God, and even let Chi Hu die. From this point of view, Chi Hu was not to blame, the monk's cultivation was indeed profound.
Moreover, the red-haired Taoist must have hidden his cultivation, and the plainness in those eyes was not fake. What's more, the shell inside this body doesn't look like a red-haired Taoist, it's just an ordinary ghost cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.
"Tiger Lord, today's banquet is not an opportunity to seek revenge."
Nie Quanjiu looked at the white tiger demon standing in front of the red-haired Taoist's desk, and he also stood up.
The changes here also attracted the attention of other demons.
The Yin Ji's singing and dancing in the scene are indeed beautiful, but for the demons, they are really not interesting. On the contrary, such revenge drama makes them more interested.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the white tiger demon did not move away, but directly released its own aura. The pressure from the late stage of foundation building condensed into a tiger claw and went straight towards the red-haired Taoist's heavenly spirit, seeming to want to suppress it with its mighty aura. .
It's just that the tiger's claws dissipated as soon as they were about to fall.
The white tiger demon glared at the person who made the move: "Old Ghost Nie, you want to stop me?"
The monster with horns on its head and covered in scales gathered its gaze: "It is said that a group of monks appeared under the jurisdiction, doing chivalry and righteousness, breaking down temples and attacking doors. The mirage monster who commanded the outer court has led several foundation-building monks to take action. I thought I would meet a monk here."
"The mirage must be dead!"
"Old ghost Nie, why do you want to protect these two monks and Taoists? Could it be that you have some complaints against the king?"
"Well, it's quite lively today. Even the rightful owner, who has been making a lot of noise recently, came to the main hall and the inner hall. It's really a worthwhile trip."
"Tiger, you're afraid of a bag."
"If my brother dies, I have already found someone to bury him with, wouldn't Mr. Tiger take action?"
"..."
I don’t know what the psychology of the demons in the inner hall is, but most of them have meaningful looks in their eyes.
Some of them were still talking and cheering, urging the white tiger demon to take action as soon as possible.
However, they themselves did not take action.
Even if the monk is really the two people rumored recently, they are just watching the fun quietly.
The white tiger demon originally planned to kill the monk, but now that he was stopped by the demon's words, he was even less able to back down. The palm that originally looked like a human suddenly turned into a tiger's palm, roared loudly, and moved like the wind.
…
"boom!"
The body flew backwards and hit the pillar hard.
But it was not a red-haired Taoist, nor a monk, but a white tiger demon whose body was half tiger.
He coughed out a mouthful of blood, looked up suddenly, his anger disappeared, and he quickly raised his hand: "Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
The noise of the other demons suddenly stopped, and they all stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty!"
The tall figure landed on the throne, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Baihu, are you so impatient? How dare you be so presumptuous at my king's banquet."
"I don't dare, little one." The white tiger demon quickly kowtowed to the ground.
"go back."
Tu Shanjun raised his head and observed that it was the evil ghost king with a blue-black body that was only about ten feet tall. He was dressed in a light golden feather robe and decorated with white jade, just like the one in the temple.
However, the Daheishan Ghost King has a pair of very beautiful eyes.
Those eyes should not be born on the body of such a ferocious evil spirit. If he was really allowed to comment, they should be a pair of phoenix eyes born on the body of a stunning beauty.
…
The Great Black Mountain Ghost King turned to look at Juefa and said, "You are here."
At this time, Juefa put down the one hundred and eight blue-gray Buddha beads in his hand, took off his cassock, and said calmly: "You knew I would come."
"If you don't come, the invitation will not be accepted."
As he spoke, the tall black evil spirit in front of him slowly melted away, leaving only a piece of rough old skin.
The ghost claws tore open the green-black ghost skin in front of him, and his black hair spread like a waterfall, revealing his beautiful face.
‘The Ghost King of Daheishan is a female ghost. ’
Tu Shanjun was very surprised. Looking at Juefa who looked as usual, many possibilities ran through his mind.
Tu Shanjun is not a person who likes to use foul language. He always maintains a sense of mystery. In front of outsiders, he is often cold, arrogant and withdrawn and rarely speaks harsh words. But now he really wants to grab the monk and greet him properly.
"No wonder." Tu Shanjun felt that he had fallen into a misunderstanding. When he saw the stone statue in the temple, he mistook it for a big head. It should be noted that he has his own incarnation. What's wrong with the ghost king of Dahei Mountain disguising his body.
Moreover, the signs were already obvious later.
Of course, such misunderstandings are understandable, because although there are many female cultivators, banshees, and female ghosts in the spiritual world, the number of mature cultivators is only one-tenth or two-tenths compared to male cultivators.
With so many peak mountain masters in Wanfa Sect, how many female monks are there?
The ghost king of Daheishan showed his true form, and the incense and desire that had been suppressed boiled instantly.
However, her mind was not significantly affected. She glanced over and said softly: "Let's get started."
…
"Something's wrong."
"Senior, what did you discover?"
"The one in front of me is not the true form of the Ghost King of Daheishan at all."
He saw the flow of incense and aspiration, and although some of it was gathering, more of it was not gathering here, but the huge temple behind him.
The true form of the Great Black Mountain Ghost King should be there.
"The power of incense still has an impact on her, and coupled with her own problems, her actions are not as convenient as she imagined."
Tu Shanjun suddenly looked at the monk beside him: "Juefa, why did she invite you?"
"because……"