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Chapter 139 Ghosts and Gods Yin Changsheng (Subscribe)
At that time, Yin Chuankong was only at the late stage of the second rank, and he knew that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Daxuan, if he attracted a rank one monk, he might not escape death.

He deliberately escaped into the human book and turned the human book into an ancient book, which Roland accidentally picked up.

Then the ancient book was given to Zhang Zhaojun by Luo Lanxin, but Yin Changkong released a wisp of yin energy, entangled day and night, Zhang Zhaojun soon fell ill with tuberculosis and unfortunately died.

After his death, he was introduced into the space of human books by Yin Changkong. Sure enough, in a short period of time, Zhang Zhaojun cultivated from an ordinary person to an eighth-rank ghost cultivator.

Just when he was about to devour Zhang Zhaojun, the immortal master of the Palace of Longevity discovered that Luo Lan's heart was abnormal. Finally, the immortal master entered the world of ancient books and brought Zhang Zhaojun out.

Although the immortal master was only a sixth-grade Taoist cultivator at that time, Yin Changkong was worried that after he killed the immortal master, Daxuan Dynasty would send a more powerful immortal master.

So he put up with it, until the matter of Zhang Zhaojun was over, Yin Chuankong bewitched an immortal master of the Hall of Longevity in Mian County, refined and devoured him, and then transformed into the appearance of this immortal master, walking in the world.

Later, Yin Chuankong made Li Yuanming, the school lieutenant of Changshengdian, into a ghost servant, and the entire Mianxian Changshengdian guard house had actually become a ghost house.

Until eight years ago, he became more and more courageous, and found that he had refined nearly a hundred ghost servants, devoured nearly ten thousand dead souls, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the first rank, but no one came to trouble him at all.

Until a dark and windy night of one month, he couldn't help his greed for human flesh and blood and dead souls. Overnight, using human books, he turned hundreds of thousands of people in Mian County into dead souls, and turned the entire Mian County into a ghost town. Ghosts on earth.

Then he borrowed these dead souls, and his cultivation quickly reached the half-step ghost fairy.

If there are another three years, I am afraid that Yin Chuankong will be able to truly step into the realm of ghosts and immortals. At that time, He Pingan will hold a human book in his hand, and it will be extremely difficult to take him down.

And the huge gray eyeball that appeared in the Nether passage is the body of Yin Changsheng, one of the three great ghosts and gods in the Nether.

Yin Chuankong's last desperate fight was actually to activate the fragments of human books, so that the two fragments of human books could interact with each other.

That's why Yin Changsheng suddenly appeared and attacked He Pingan across the boundary.

It's a pity that the power of the interface has a great influence on Yin Changsheng, otherwise if Yin Changsheng came across the boundary, He Pingan would be discovered, and he had nowhere to hide, so he could only fight.

He Ping'an could sense this ghost god Yin Changsheng who appeared suddenly through the nether passage, which was several times stronger than Song Baihong, the ghost fairy back then.

Even with his current strength, he may not necessarily be the opponent of Yin Changsheng.

According to the division of cultivation bases in the Netherworld, above the Transcendence Realm, it is divided into three realms, which are ghost immortals, ghost gods, and ghost emperors.

Houtu, who was seriously injured back then, is only a half-step ghost emperor, and he has ruled the Netherworld for more than ten thousand years.

This is the reason for the Nether Rebellion.

He Pingan flew up and glanced at a deep pit with a radius of hundreds of miles and a depth of hundreds of feet.

Perhaps after many years, this place may instead turn into a lake of hundreds of miles because of the low terrain, giving birth to life.

Thinking of this, He Pingan couldn't help sighing slightly, the world is so big, there are countless uncanny workmanship, and now it seems that many of them are created by these detached monks.

The figure turned into a golden light and flew towards the void.

Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles!

As early as when he first came out of the Drug Testing Department, he tried to fly above the void, wanting to explore whether there was a boundary above the void.

Even, is this world also a world created by being cultivated as an unfathomable power?

But at an altitude of eight thousand miles, he had to give up this idea.

The reason is very simple. Above the sky, the fierce wind is everywhere. At the height of three thousand miles, the wind begins to turn into wind blades that are comparable to those sacrificed by a first-rank monk, and they continue to cut towards He Pingan.

He Ping'an practiced eight or nine profound arts and turned into a golden man of thousands of feet, which can easily resist the wind.

But at an altitude of six thousand miles, the wind blade transformed by the wind can not only break through the defense of the Eighty-nine Xuangong, but can even affect He Ping'an's soul.

He Pingan endured the pain of thousands of cuts and broke through to the altitude of [-] miles. He felt that the wind blades were all blows from the transcendent monks.

After barely blocking it twice, his whole body was bloody and bloody, and his soul was stabbed in pain, so he had to retreat to the ground.

But ever since he succeeded in alchemy, He Pingan hadn't tried it again.

Today, he wants to try again!

Half an hour later, a flickering golden light escaped from the void, revealing a bloody figure, it was He Pingan.

On his golden body, there were horrible wounds, deep bones were visible, revealing the internal organs and bones that had turned into pale gold.

With a thought in He Ping'an's mind, the golden light flickered, and his injury recovered quickly.

The golden light on the ground is fast, but it can't escape the endless wind in the void.

This time, He Pingan broke through to [-] miles.

It was broken by the endless wind blade and had to retreat to the ground.

Fortunately, he didn't die, otherwise, he would be ashamed to see others even if he fell into the netherworld.

You can't tell others that if you try it yourself, you will die.
He also learned from the soul search that after Zhang Zhaojun died, although Luo Lanxin was banned by the soul restraining technique, he was depressed all day long.

Later, the magistrate of Luo County went to Hanchuan County due to the transfer of official positions. The father and daughter of the Luo family escaped the catastrophe of Mian County.

It's time to go to Hanchuan County and meet the heroine of the "play"
On the second day, Liangzhou, Hanchuan County.

An immortal Taoist appeared in the county town, asked a few passers-by for directions, and then appeared outside a mansion that seemed to be in decline.

On the lintel of the mansion, there is a huge plaque hanging on it, with two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes written on it, Luofu!

"The iron mouth is broken, fortune-telling and healing."

In front of the gate of Luo Mansion, an old Taoist with white hair and childlike face yelled, and his voice spread far into Luo Mansion.

I saw this old Taoist holding a gray-blue cloth banner and writing four simple and desolate characters: "The iron mouth is straight."

The young man at the gate of Luo Mansion lazily glanced at the old Taoist in the blue-gray gossip robe, without saying a word.

These gatekeepers, I don't know how many Taoists and monks who walk around the rivers and lakes every day, pretending to be divine fortune tellers, but they are basically deceiving.

Master Luo reminded me thousands of times, beware of fraud, the young lady was hurt only when she was deceived.

"This little brother, do you want to tell your fate?"

The old man asked with a smile.

"No, no, let's go."

Seeing the old Taoist approaching, Menzi hurriedly waved his hand away.

The old Taoist was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "That's really a pity. The old Taoist is still counted. Brother, what you asked for recently will be accomplished. Unfortunately, there is still a hurdle. If no one guides you, you will fall short in the end." .”

"What are you talking nonsense, old man?"

Menzi scolded angrily first, then rolled his eyes, seemed to think of something, glanced at the old Taoist, and asked: "If you can tell me what I want, I will give you two coins, how about it?"

The old Taoist pinched his fingers and said, "What my little brother is asking for is in the backyard of the Luo Mansion."

"If my calculation is correct, it should be a matter of marriage between a man and a woman. I wonder if the old saying is right?"

"Hey, you are an old man who still has some skills, so tell me, what is the level of what I am asking for this time?"

The young Menzi continued to ask.

The old Taoist chuckled, with confidence in mind: "The checkpoint should be between the upper and lower masters and servants. If the upper level is clear, the lower level will not be hindered. If the upper level is hindered, the lower level will be blocked."

The young doorman was stunned by the old Taoist, and his expression changed immediately, and he asked quickly: "If that's the case, what should be the explanation?"

The old Taoist said calmly: "This matter is simple, as long as the poor Taoist enters the government to resolve it, both master and servant will be happy."

The young doorman glanced at the old man, but suddenly thought of something, his face suddenly became serious, and he shouted angrily: "You old man, you dare to lie to me, don't hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)