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As the words came, everyone's feet lightened, and their bodies were as if they were flying into the sky. The surroundings were covered in gray and they could not see anything clearly.

There were screams and screams around him. This situation lasted for a few breaths. Li Xianyuan suddenly encountered a hard object in the sole of his foot, and then fell to the ground. The sound of falling and pain also sounded around him.

It seemed to fall from a high place, but it didn't hurt. It just didn't stand firm. Li Xianyuan got up from the ground, slapped the dust on his robe with her sleeves, and looked around strangely.

Everyone fell into pieces, and only seven or eight people stood there without falling. Two of them were women, one big and one small, with delicate silk skirts and delicate appearance.

Speaking of which, Li Xianyuan has not seen anything too ugly since he went up the mountain. The worst is that he is a middle-aged man. If it weren't for his temperament and ink seals between his eyebrows, Li Xianyuan would be the same as others.

Most of his eyes were focused on the people who didn't fall down, and Li Xianyuan also fell down, so no one paid attention to him.

Li Xianyuan got up, slapped the dust and looked around. It seemed to be at the bottom of the furnace, and the surrounding fire walls were like domes. The land under his feet was soft and full of messy footprints.

Everyone hurriedly got up, and hundreds of people formed a small circle - many of them came with friends, and some of them had no spiritual roots to join in the fun. Anyway, if they performed well, they could still study at Chunyang Academy.

A smear of gray mist appeared, obscuring the sky. For a moment, there was a lot of darkness around, like dusk after sunset.

A hundred feet away is a village. The wind branches shock the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold twigs. Weeds grow on both sides of the dirt road, which is desolate and quiet.

Li Xianyuan thought about it and took off three jade plaques from his waist and put them in his sleeves. Since he was competing for gold, the more outstanding he was, the easier it was to be targeted. The second level was the highlight. The better his performance, the easier it was to be noticed by the senior management of the Chunyang Sect and then be accepted as a disciple. I believe that his every move was probably under observation by some people.

A young man in brocade suddenly rushed out of the team and rushed to the Netherworld Village ahead. The others woke up like dreams and rushed forward in a crowded manner.

In half an hour, more people say more and less. Four or five hundred people rob eighty-one gold pieces, and more monks have less porridge. I think seven or eight out of ten monks will be on an empty stomach.

After a few breaths, the birds and fishes scattered around him. Li Xianyuan stood there, not being tepid.

There are a few people who have not left, and you can see that they are all left without falling.

Several people looked at each other, and a few gazes swept over Li Xianyuan, nodding slightly to say hello.

Li Xianyuan took a step and walked away without any rush. Before he could walk far, he saw a faint cheer from the entrance of the village ahead.

A dark and strong young man in a cloth dress, holding up gold particles and two rows of white teeth, was overjoyed. As soon as he entered the village, he saw a flash on the ground. He was curious to pick it up and found that it was gold particles and he had good luck.

The crowd around was full of envy, but no one dared to rob it. Some people who were flexible in their hearts wanted to buy it, and then another person raised the price. The shouts came one after another. In the blink of an eye, they raised ten thousand taels.

However, if it can be accepted by the Chunyang Sect, it will be worth 100,000 taels.

A thousand taels of money is enough to spend a lifetime. The honest young man looked at the golden grains in his hand and then at the man Xu Nuo. He was confused and his thick lips were bleeding without knowing it.

"Forget it. I'm lucky to lose my life. But if I become a Chunyang Sect in the future, remember to take care of my younger brother." Seeing him like this, the young man couldn't bear to soften his heart. Then he smiled and patted the honest young man on the shoulder: "If you were not taken in by Chunyang Sect, please invite you to drink after you go out."

The honest young man focused his head, and his two rows of white teeth were exposed again.

Li Xianyuan came to the entrance of the village, and most of them gathered here. Most of them were women. I heard from the old Taoist that there were many monsters here, and they didn't dare to enter.

The old Taoist did not say there was danger inside, but he did not say there was safety inside.

A row of fences surrounded the village, stepped into the Netherworld Village, and burned black soil under their feet. The two sides were covered with simple grass walls and houses made of mud and stone. The fog was filled with a bit of gloomy and deserted. The wooden door was wide open, and the black holes inside it were chosen to devour.

Li Xianyuan walked through the crowd, and his face turned into the venue and stepped into the Nether Village.

I don’t know if I have an illusion, but as soon as I step down, the cold and cold air enters my forehead along the soles of my feet.

Li Xianyuan's black eyes, Ancient Jing Wubo glanced lightly. After stepping into the Netherworld Village, he always felt like he was staring at him. This has always been what the old Taoist said about ghosts and evil spirits?

The people behind him walked tremblingly, fearing that one or two evil spirits would rush out of the hut on the roadside. The people at the entrance of the village gritted their teeth and rushed into it with their teeth.

On the other side, Li Xianyuan had already walked out a hundred feet away, and suddenly heard someone calling him behind him. He couldn't help but look back and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing a black and green brocade dress, starry eyes and a brilliant appearance.

The boy walked over quickly and bowed, "Let's go to Liu Xingchen."

"Li Xianyuan."

Liu Xingchen opened the right path and smiled slightly: "I think Brother Li is not an ordinary person, can you walk together?"

"Oh?" Li Xianyuan looked around. The Netherworld Village seemed not big, but four or five hundred people entered and were dispersed in a blink of an eye. Only a few figures could be seen shaking in the distance, but they didn't know whether they were humans or ghosts.

Retracting his gaze, seeing that Liu Xingchen was still waiting for a response, he pondered slightly, "If you get the gold particles, how can you divide them?"

"If you only get one, it will belong to Brother Li."

Li Xianyuan nodded and walked with him briefly.

Liu Xingchen was good at talking, while Li Xianyuan was speechless. So he heard him talk all the way, but it was somewhat dispersed.

After half a cup of tea, the two of them who kept moving forward slightly slowed down because there was a crossroad ahead, and a blue brick ancient well stood in the middle.

Liu Xingchen stopped, walked one step behind Li Xianyuan, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Li, that well is weird, we must not get close to the past."

Li Xianyuan stopped and looked back at him strangely: "Are you thirsty?"

Liu Xingchen was stunned, confused by the question, and shook his head and replied: "I'm not thirsty."

"Since you are not thirsty, why should you approach a well?"

"..." Liu Xingchen thought it was the same. Only idiots would be like this in such an environment that they were approaching unknown things.

He was about to speak, but he saw that the surroundings became hazy, and the houses that were originally visible were hidden in white fog. He looked up again, and the gray fog above his head had completely covered the furnace mouth and blocked the sky.

Li Xianyuan also noticed this and said, "It's foggy, go to the house next to you to avoid it."

I think the half hour given by the old Taoist is not that simple. Half an hour is for two incense sticks, and it is not far from the first incense burning. It seems that... this second incense stick will be a time of change.

"Enter the house?" Liu Xingchen glanced at Li Xianyuan with a strange expression and turned toward the thatched hut on the roadside.

The fence is surrounded, and the thatched house is dark. The black holes are like choosing a person and devouring them. If there are no ghosts inside, no one will believe it.

Liu Xingchen turned around and was about to say something, but suddenly he saw that Li Xianyuan was gone. He quickly turned around and found that Li Xianyuan had already stepped into the yard and walked towards the thatched hut.

"I really don't know how to live or die." A sharp look passed by, Liu Xingchen cursed quietly, and then turned into an anxious look and chased after him.
Chapter completed!