Chapter 648 Promise
The ghost lord had a handsome face and was dressed like an ordinary farmer. He even held a tattered straw hat in his hand to fan himself. Compared with the gorgeous clothes of the royal family, his plain brown robe could hardly be described as presentable.
Except for a few powerful outsiders, the whole place was filled with ghosts, and no one dared to look directly at the Ghost Lord's face.
The name of the ghost master cannot be spoken; the true appearance of the ghost master cannot be seen.
Zhu Chuideng's mere appearance can make everyone feel great fear from the depths of their souls.
The whole place was silent, and an invisible pressure swept over with Zhu Chuideng's entry, like a huge wave pressing down.
The cultivators with weaker cultivation bases, like all the ghosts, knelt on the ground with a bang, while the cultivators with higher cultivation bases had devastated expressions on their faces, trying their best to maintain basic decency.
Ji Wenyi felt as if an invisible big hand was strangling his throat, and a bloody feeling rushed between his lips and teeth.
The figures in front of him flickered and turned into twisted ghosts. Those dark shadows suddenly turned their heads and crawled on the ground and walls like giant pythons, suddenly opening their bloody mouths and pouncing towards him.
Ji Wenyi's pupils dilated.
"His Majesty!"
The old ministers behind Ji Wenyi took action at the same time and lifted the pressure from the Ghost Lord.
Ji Wenyi narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and the secret guard handed him a white silk handkerchief.
Ji Wenyi was calm and elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He threw the handkerchief to the secret guard beside him, stood up, and Ji Weiming and his close ministers followed him.
No one dared to move forward. All the ghost kings crawled on the ground, and their vision suddenly became empty. Under the fearful gazes of millions of people, he walked steadily towards Zhuchuideng.
"Ghost Lord."
As soon as Ji Wenyi opened his mouth, he realized it belatedly and felt extremely unhappy because he had broken the agreement with Ye Xiaoman.
Zhu Chuideng stopped fanning himself with his straw hat, raised his thick eyebrows, and turned towards Ji Wenyi.
Zhu Chuideng was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat on his wheat-colored chest. He had just finished a battle with Jing Zhui and had just rushed over to scout the scene.
When the God Emperor and the Ghost Lord faced each other, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Zhu Chuideng had never attended any Ghost King's inauguration ceremony before.
Everyone thought at the same time that Zhu Chuideng came specially to attend the event just to deal with Ji Wenyi.
The Ghost Lord cannot tolerate the recent reckless behavior of the gods in the ghost world, no matter how magnanimous he is.
However, the current combat power of the Divine Realm is almost overwhelmingly powerful. If the Ghost Lord wants to deal with Ji Wenyi, he must not only restore face for the entire ghost clan, but also leave some room for the ancestors of the Ji family. The operating space is difficult to grasp, and the Ghost Lord is worried.
If everyone takes a step further, it is easy for them to come up with a perfect strategy for the Ghost Lord - just deal with the new Ghost King Cherry Jam.
He killed Cherry Jam, the puppet of the God Clan, dealt with all the traitors of the Ghost Clan who were in cahoots with the God Clan, killed a group of powerful God Clan members, and established a new Ghost King of the Ghost Realm on the spot, which was a slap in the face of the God Realm and a blow to the Ji family.
In short, Cherry Jam is doomed today.
Even if you don't die, you will be skinned alive.
Having said that, the Ghost Lord has appeared, but Cherry Jam has still not come to pick him up. Does she think her life is too long?
Ji Wenyi had the same idea as everyone present. Not only him, but after Zhu Chuideng appeared, all the men including Ji Weiming, Xiao Chujing, Sikong Qing, Jiaying and Yue Mushan changed their expressions drastically.
It’s not that I haven’t thought that the Ghost Lord would come to settle the score, but when a strong enemy appears, even though I know that there is a possibility of winning by giving everything, I still feel heavy-hearted.
Ye Xiaoman's relatives and friends, including the eldest sister and eldest brother, were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. Not to mention that the grandmaster Li Jiumo was not here, even if Li Jiumo came, he would not be able to withstand the ghost master's attack.
Zhu Chuideng looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes standing three steps away from him and asked, "Are you the God Emperor?"
He remembered the name Ye Xiaoman mentioned, "The one with the royal blood called Ji Wenyi?"
Ji Wenyi smiled, "You are the first person to call me by my name."
He said, "Zhu Chuideng, Senior."
The name of the Ghost Lord echoed in the ears of the ghosts present, and wailing was heard everywhere.
Zhu Chuideng smiled, not angry at all. He said admiringly, "You have the aura of an emperor, much more courageous than your father."
He looked around the scene and found that Ye Xiaoman was not there, so he chatted with Ji Wenyi for a few more words.
"Tell me, the God Emperor has gone to great lengths to see me. What is your request?"
Ji Wenyi said: "Please ask the Ghost Lord to open the Ghost Gate."
Zhu Chuideng's smile suddenly disappeared, "What if I don't agree?"
Ji Wenyi took a step forward, trying to persuade Zhu Chuideng.
Zhu Chuideng blew away his straw hat, and a black rice field emerged from the ground like a ghost. The wheat ears were like ropes that bound Ji Wenyi, Ji Weiming and a group of powerful people from the Divine Realm and threw them into a corner.
From the perspective of others, Ji Wenyi and others suddenly solidified like stone tablets. In fact, they were trapped in the nightmare created by Zhu Chuideng, and were fighting with the ghosts summoned by Zhu Chuideng in their spiritual consciousness.
Zhu Chuideng dealt with Ji Wenyi without saying a word. He was distracted by Ye Xiaoman's request to throw Ji Wenyi into the ghost prison. He wondered if it would be too late to do so today, and asked slowly:
"Is there anyone else who wants me to open the gates of hell?"
"I." Yue Mushan put the tray in his hand on the table, walked out from the crowd crawling on the ground, stopped at the place where Ji Wenyi had just stood, and performed a demon clan greeting to Zhu Chuideng.
"Yue Mushan, the young master of the demon clan, asks the ghost master for a favor."
Sikong Qing and Jiaying also stood up.
"The Sikong clan of the Demon Realm."
"Yongning Temple, Jiaying."
"Please ask the Ghost Lord to open the Ghost Gate."
The Holy Son is elegant and otherworldly, the future Demon Lord is peerless and magnificent, and the great demon is handsome and charming.
The three men standing side by side, each with his own style, form a rare and beautiful scene that makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.
Everyone present thought that with these three people making the joint request, the Ghost Lord should give them some face even if it was because of the power they represented.
Zhu Chuideng laughed out loud.
He pointed his straw hat at the three young men who came to ask for orders, and pointed at them one by one.
"If your elders were here instead, they would know that using their status to pressure me is a big taboo."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Qing, Jiaying and Yue Mushan were also tied up with rice ears and thrown into the corner to keep Ji Wenyi and his brothers company.
Zhu Chuideng asked loudly, "Who else?"
Smart people already know that they should not touch Zhu Chuideng's reverse scale again.
The Ghost Lord's attitude is very clear. If he gets unhappy, he dares to kill even the God Emperor.
In the silent atmosphere, a high-spirited voice was heard.
"The mortal cultivator Xiao Chujing wishes to greet the Ghost Lord."
Zhu Chuideng smiled but said nothing. Seeing Ye Xiaoman's ambiguous objects putting life and death aside one by one, he felt complicated because he had tested that these young people would one day grow up to be people who would stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Xiao Chujing held the Emperor Sword in his hand and confronted the Ghost Lord from a distance.
There was also a trace of blood at the corner of his lips.
Zhu Chuideng asked, "Do you also want me to make an exception?"
Xiao Chujing gave an unpleasant fake smile: "No, I want to ask the Ghost Lord to fulfill his promise."
"promise?"
Xiao Chujing said: "Your promise to my Xiao family."
A past event flashed through his mind, and Zhu Chuideng collected the wheat ears with interest.
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