The words were put down, sonorous and powerful, and the expressions of the rest of the people changed.

"You fart! How can ghosts and gods come in and out of Qinglong Burial Ground at will? Your thoughts are also evil. If this ghost brother goes in, he may be swallowed by the Qinglong Qi without even meeting him!"

The disciples of the Qianqi Clan suddenly laughed angrily. This boy from the Chongqiu Clan was also talking nonsense.

Everyone's expressions changed again and again, but the young man from the Chongqiu Sect calmly said: "Before Brother Guishen enters the hill of the gods, I will naturally ask a saint to refine the body of ghosts and gods for him. The attributes of ghosts and gods are similar to the ghost way. After all, there are four places in the world.

Among all living beings, the ghost realm is the most vicious and the lowest."

"You said I wanted to cheat him, but in fact, you are the one who cheated the most."

There are four kinds of living beings in the world: humans, demons, ghosts and immortals.

Humans are sentient beings, demons are non-human beings, ghosts are semi-sentimental beings, and immortals are heartless beings!

However, it is said that among the four living beings, humans are the main ones, and demons are fakes and supplements of humans. The remaining ones are only fifty-two immortals and thirty-three ghosts.

The real ghost is a man from Jiuquan, a disciple of Youmen.

In this world, ghosts are rare, and immortals are even rarer.

It’s not that there are no Tianmen disciples appearing in the human world, but that immortals are all ruthless people.

Living beings are at the foot of the mountain, ghosts are in the soil, and immortals are on the mountain, so they are rarely seen.

The young man from Chongqiu shook his head and sneered: "Qingtiantie, I took it when I was told to take it, and gave it to me when I was told to give it. Who do you think you are? If your saint knows this, he will cut off your head with an ax and drink it."

eat?"

The young man from Qianqi Clan looked sinister, and the ax in his hand buzzed and vibrated.

The Tongmen disciple chuckled and said to Chu Cheng Zhiyuan: "Brother, they are all bad people. In fact, none of them sincerely want to do business with you. Why don't you give me the fire?"

Cheng Zhiyuan did not look at him, but looked at the beacon fire. At this time, King You's beacon fire seemed to reveal a message.

Somewhat repulsive, it doesn't like Cheng Zhiyuan.

"Hiss!"

The yellow snake clung to Cheng Zhiyuan, resting its head on the young man's shoulder, spitting messages at the beacon fire, and judging from its expression, it seemed to be thanking him.

Because Li Changsheng opened up the relationship in the first realm, Cheng Zhiyuan's age has regressed a bit.

Fenghuo didn't respond. It still stayed on the canopy because the aura of the disciples on the other side made it dislike it even more.

It's too turbid, and... they are all rebellious people.

It is the Emperor's Fire left by King Zhou You. How can it be taken away by others casually?

A complete token of the emperor is not something as hazy as King Mu's Bajun.

So the young man knew that this ball of fire must have its own judgment and will.

It may not be able to speak, but it is neither a fool nor a dead thing.

Cheng Zhiyuan put his hand on his shoulder and touched Huang She's head. The latter narrowed his eyes comfortably and spat out a message, thinking that this big dog was finally alive. Fortunately, he knew that this was Jishi Mountain, and there were beacon fires and wine jars inside.

, otherwise the Tiangong (thatched cottage) would almost collapse, and it would definitely be dead if left outside.

Well, thanks to the big dog, I met this snake. You big dog, take a look, if this snake hadn't saved you, you would have died. Why don't you get some gold for me?

The golden knife has been chewed to bits, but it can still be eaten for a while. Now that the big dog is alive, I will follow the big dog.

Don’t throw away your long-term meal ticket, and the good days when you can eat and eat are waving to you.

"Hiss!"

The yellow snake felt that spring was approaching.

Click!

A thunder struck suddenly, as if it was a warning, causing the yellow snake to shrink its head.

Spring is here, but it slaps me on the forehead to show that I shouldn’t slap my nose in the face?

This is too heartless.

"Hiss..."

The yellow snake looked at the endless sky covered with dark clouds with some resentment, as if there was an eye staring at it.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting closer and closer to the earth, reaching a height of twenty feet.

"Flowing water does not rot, and door hinges do not suffer from beetles."

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly spoke. He looked at the Tongmen doll and suddenly smiled: "They have already said what they can give me, what about yours?"

When these words came out, the expressions of the other disciples of the Holy Sect changed.

What do you mean, this boy has never promised anything, so this is a deal?

Everyone's eyes are gathered in one place.

The boy chuckled: "I have Jiaguo."

Jiaguo is an exotic tree in the world. Its fruit is like a peach, but more rosy. Its leaves are like dates, its flowers are yellow, and its calyx is red, like a blazing fire.

The fruit grows to the end of the sky. If you eat it, you will have no worries, live forever, and will not feel tired, suffer, or suffer from injuries.

This fruit sounds so beautiful, but after hearing about it, many disciples’ expressions changed.

Everything in the world is boring to ordinary people, but to the Holy Sect, it is very interesting.

Tongmen themselves don't dare to eat this fruit, but they go around taking it and giving it away to others. The consequence of getting a little happiness is that their descendants will be wiped out and their future will be lost. Because this fruit is so carefree, isn't it death?

When you die, you will have no worries, you will live forever, you will not be tired, you will have no pain, and there will be no injuries.

Those who eat sweet fruits and want to be free will have a narrow chance of death.

Who dares to eat this?

"Come on, even your own saints dare not eat this fruit. Although the way of Tongmen comes from Jiaguo, your naive heart is too fake and too scary in the eyes of the rest of our saint disciples.

Already."

"No one in your family has been able to cultivate the heart of an innocent child from the first generation of ancestors to the present. This kind of heart must be born. People who acquire it are contaminated by the filth of the world, and their innocent hearts are covered with dust, and they have a black heart."

The young man in white from Lion Gate spoke calmly, then suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "So many people are still raising the price of Youwang Beacon Fire. Do you all look down on me?"

The young man from Shanhaimen sneered: "You are the guy who looks down on you and can only get a piece of land. What else is he to say if he is not poor?"

Everyone ridiculed each other, and after a few exchanges, they gradually became silent and all looked at Cheng Zhiyuan.

"Brother Guishen, you need to make a decision."

The young man in white spoke, his tone unquestionable, as if he was giving an order to Cheng Zhiyuan, firm and decisive.

If you don't comply, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave peacefully.

But Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder, and finally stopped when the disciples of the Holy Sect frowned.

A surge of blood energy burst out from his body.

The dark clouds in the sky also dispersed slightly.

Just a little.

But it has already changed the expressions of all the disciples.

"No! With this blood, aren't you...are you..."

The young man in white's eyes suddenly widened, and as soon as this blood energy burst out, all the disciples of the Holy Sect understood that this person was not Li Changsheng.

Ghosts and gods have no blood. Even if they take away the body of a living person, they would not dare to circulate such a huge body of blood for a while!

"You are the original owner of this body!"

Chen Zhong's eyes turned cold, and at this moment Cheng Zhiyuan drew his sword.

The iron sword buzzed with a hint of fierce sword intent.

Chen Zhong narrowed his eyes: "Are you... a disciple of Jianmen?"

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't reply, but raised his sword toward the sky.

The tip of the sword is pointed upward.

A thunder struck suddenly.

I heard that the young man in front of the golden chariot on Daze hesitated for a moment, seemed to be considering it, and finally tested it. At the end, he spoke firmly, and his voice became loud and ruthless.

The roar of the wind resounded through Qingming, but no one could hear clearly what was said.

Just with unknown words, a mighty... ferocious green wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth.

It penetrates from all directions, like a sword cutting through a body.

The boy in white was the first to bear the brunt, and a wound was blown by the wind on his handsome face.

Come and go without a trace, dripping with blood.

All the disciples of the Saint Sect were startled, and then the expressions of several of them suddenly changed!

"Who...are you?"
To be continued...