Zhou Tai wiped his hands in cold sweat when he saw the Demonic Mountain Ghost Lao jumping off the spirit ship!
“What is the identity of this old man that makes you so scared that you break into a cold sweat?”
Chen Ping looked at Zhou Tai with a smile and asked!
Zhou Tai no longer boasted, but said: “This old guy is a ghost from the mountain, a dragon that never sees its end, and its methods are very cruel. I heard that this guy eats the hearts of children, which is terrible… ….”
“Eating a child’s heart, could this old guy be transformed into a monster or a demon cultivator?”
When Gao Qilan heard this, he asked in surprise!
After all, eating a child’s heart is too appalling. If it were a human monk, no one would do this!
Zhou Tai shook his head: “I don’t know, no one knows whether this guy is a demon or not. The aura on his body is very weird…”
“Weird?” Chen Ping was also stunned!
He didn’t understand what was so weird about this aura!
“The aura of this Demonic Mountain Ghost Old Man is almost ever-changing. If you feel his aura today, if it were tomorrow, his entire aura would have changed.”
Zhou Tai explained!
After hearing this, Chen Ping couldn’t help but frowned. Is there still such a situation?
You must know that the aura of a person has its own characteristics. When you meet someone you know well, even if the person is covering their face with a gauze, if you don’t deliberately hide the aura or change the aura, you can know who the other person is by just detecting the aura.
But if the other party can change the breath, then there is no way to determine the other party’s identity by detecting the breath!
Could it be that this guy, like me, has the auras of three races in his body?
While Chen Ping was thinking, the Devil Mountain Ghost had already jumped up and landed firmly on a holy turtle!
“Baby, take me with you for a nice tour…”
Devil Mountain Ghost Lao sat cross-legged on the holy turtle, looking relaxed.
And the holy turtle let out a low roar and quickly began to sprint and jump, trying to shake you, the devil-mountain ghost, off your turtle shell!
But the devil mountain ghost sat firmly on the tortoise shell, as if it was glued to it, motionless!
In this way, the Holy Turtle struggled for half an hour. In the end, its speed became slower and slower, but it still couldn’t shake the Demon Mountain Ghost off its back!
Although exhausted, the holy turtle did not give in at all, struggling and rolling its body hard.
At this time, the Demon Mountain Ghost Old Man exuded a faint white light. This white light was very soft, just like the rising sun, shining warmly and comfortably on people!