The ladies of the Queen's Tomb are undoubtedly ghosts of the ghost prince.

However, the Witch God also said that Yun Ling has now restored some strength, so the enchantment of the former Kunlun site has been strengthened. The two emperor's tombs have been damaged successively. The ghost prince seems unable to make waves, but whether it is Ye Lingyue or Jiu Ming Buddhas don't think that Ghost King is a good man to give up.

"There is no news from Zitang ..."

Ye Lingyue thought.

The purple leaf bodhi in the Abandoned City of Thousand Buddhas has already opened, she wanted to inform Zitang.

Looks like it's not the time.

"You still count on that boy, he has already trusted in Ghost King."

Speaking of Zitang Su, Jiu Ming Buddha is full of resentment.

Ye Lingyue smiled and didn't say much.

She always felt that Zitang was not a ghost prince who had run for the so-called special runes.

Ghost Mountain City has been a little too peaceful recently.

Even the blue Buddha and Gu Yinglong, who are inside, feel the same way.

That night, after they caught someone back.

After the ghost king painted the ladies with the blood of those captives, there was no movement.

After the blue Buddha and Gu Yinglong, they noticed that the ladies on the wall were gone.

Not only that, the ancient artisans who used to carve the murals of ladies day and night also disappeared, and even Ghost Jun himself was gone.

The whole ghost mountain city looks more quiet, like a dead city.

Without the orders of the Ghost King, Gu Yinglong and the devout blue Buddha did not dare to go out.

"It's been the fifth day. The Ghost Prince hasn't appeared yet, and I don't know what's going on outside."

The godly blue Buddha, like an ant on a hot pot, paced in the narrow and dark room.

She couldn't help but found Zitang.

Zitang was very calm. He spent all day in the room, meditating and meditating.

"What is the matter with us outside?"

Zitang is still so cold and indifferent.

"That's because you don't know what happened that night."

The devotion of the godly blue Buddha was absurd, but he did not dare to say it.

She managed to pull Zitang into the Wraith King's camp, and if he told him the truth, he was afraid he would retreat.

What the ghost prince did, looks no different from Liu Qi.

The Pious Blue Buddha now also doubts whether the true identity of the ghost monarch is related to the Red Moon believers.

But she did not dare to think too much and did not want to admit it.

She now joins Ghost Mountain City, and even if Ghost King is a true believer in Red Moon, she can only follow, and she has no way back.

"It's not a trick for us to be trapped here. I heard that Yang Feier has entered the Queen's Valley, and I don't know if they have found anything. I plan to sneak out and see. Why not go with me?"

Said the blue Buddha.

In this dead mountain city, she felt no different from the dead.

"Don't go."

Zitang refused directly.

After all, he started meditating again.

"you"

The devout blue Buddha was so depressed that he flushed his face and went out with anxiety.

After the devotional Buddha left, the Purple Hall was still sitting still.

Just under him, a flash of purple light flashed.

The scriptures lingered beside him, and there was a gust of wind around them.

I saw a lot of grieving spirits coming towards the purple light.

Under the light of purple light, the resentment dissipated, and eventually turned into nothingness.

"Three hundred and sixty-seven."

Zitang meditated in his heart.

"It is worthy of being a Buddhist."

I heard a chilly sound coming from behind it.

Zitang was not alarmed, he nodded slightly.

"Ghost King."

Ghost Jun, who disappeared for several days, stood behind Zitang.

Cold eyes, looking at Zitang through the bucket.

This look is enough to turn people into stone sculptures.

But Zitang was indifferent.

He just calmly greeted the phantom's gaze.

These days, in this small room, Zitang has surpassed a lot of grudges.

The godly blue Buddha was not found, and the ancient Yinglong was not found either, but all these things were clear to you.

This is the city of 'his' and he knows everything that happened here.

"If you were me, wouldn't your life be left?"

Ghost Jun arrived in front of Zitang. 'He' raised his hand and landed on Zitang 's shoulder.

A cold, temperatureless hand.

"There is no conflict between Me and the Ghost King. These grievances will be against you."

Zitang's tone was normal, as if he was discussing with Ghost Jun at this moment, but it was a common topic like "the weather is good today".

In the cramped dark room, the tide was rough.

The silent wave tumbling between the two.

"So, should I still thank you? You don't even know who I am, but dare to say a word and help me?"

The cool sound accompanied the cool sight and fell on Zitang's face.

The ghost prince is thinking about what would happen if this beautiful skull was broken into a ball of plasma with the death of heaven.

Ghost Jun sneered.

No one can help him, and he doesn't need anyone to help.

"Long grandson, why are you obsessed?"

Zitang's thin lips moved slightly and uttered a sentence.

"you!"

The next moment, there was an extra hand on Zitang's neck.

It was a cold, temperatureless hand.

A petrified hand.

He choked Chang Zitang's neck, and under the influence of the reading power, Zitang's bones made a creak.

But the next moment, Ghost King's hand was empty.

Zitang is gone.

There was only one bodhi leaf left in the place of meditation in Zitang.

There was a flash of light in his eyes.

On his face, Douyu fell to the ground.

A stone sculpture stands in front of Zitangsu.

Although it is a stone sculpture, it can be said to go.

The stone sculpture looks like a middle-aged man.

Even if it is petrified, he can still see that he has a deep outline and is quite handsome. Before being cursed by petrification, he must be a handsome middle-aged beautiful man.

If at this moment, Chang Sun Xuezheng and Ye Lingyue were present, they would certainly recognize this person.

In front of him, this ghost prince, who caused headaches to Tiandao, Ye Lingyue and others, was actually the former chief of the Tianming clan, the grandson of the grandson.

"court death!"

Seeing that his identity was discovered, Changsun was furious, terrible anger, such as a flash flood.

The whole room, no, not even the whole ghost town shook.

"What happened?"

Both the Pious Blue Buddha and Gu Yinglong were sensed.

The blue Buddha panicked and rushed in.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Ghost Jun is actually a stone sculpture.

"Ghost King ... he ..."

The Pious Blue Buddha never imagined that the ghost monk who looked like a ghost would be a stone sculpture.

Under the curse of the Red Moon, the petrified stone sculpture.

It's just different from the stone carvings in Erhai Lake and even Tianli, he can walk and think.