People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 265: Heavenly Prison, Ghost Realm, the Gift of Rice

Entering the fourth level to explore the virtual world was Lu Ming's long-awaited plan.

It’s just that I have been busy with many things and really can’t get away.

At this time, Yang Zhi, the son of the world, was practicing in seclusion right under his nose, giving Lu Ming a lot of free time.

This day, Lu Ming's spirit suddenly moved, and he opened the fourth level of the virtual world, preparing to explore inside.

"It's going to come sooner or later anyway. Enter early and make the layout early. You can save some effort when collecting the boundary core in the future."

"And the speed of time in this world is comparable to that of the Spirit Sword World. The efficiency of studying the techniques in this world will not be low."

Time flow is good news.

This means more practice time and faster growth.

Looking around again and at the beautiful female ghost posing in front of him, Lu Ming couldn't help but complain.

"It's just the evil spirit in this world. Isn't it too strong?"

The female ghost was stunned.

"Sir, what did you say?"

Lu Ming immediately changed his words: "I would like to say that I am so lucky to see such a beautiful girl in the Midnight Temple."

The fierce sword suddenly groaned softly, and Lu Ming faintly heard the misty cold snort in the sword, and continued: "I just want to be martial and don't want to be tainted by women. At this late night, the girl will rest in this temple for a while. It’s late, Xiaosheng, I’ll take my leave now.”

As he spoke, he acted like a gentleman and turned around to dive deeper into the night.

The female ghost didn't know Lu Ming's strength, so Lu Ming pretended not to know that the female ghost was a ghost.

Suddenly I heard a faint sigh coming from behind.

"The young master wants to leave when he sees the little girl. Doesn't it make the little girl look very unattractive!?"

Lu Ming's face twitched, thinking that he was not the protagonist after all, and his personality charm failed to conquer the female ghost.

Feeling the dark wind blowing behind him again, Lu Ming rolled his eyes and simply fell to the ground.

The muttering of a female ghost could be heard faintly in my ears.

"Yang Yuan has long since lost his footing and is a man of excessive indulgence. Why do you pretend to be a gentleman and a martial artist?"

"Forget it, although the quality is not very good, it is probably more than enough to handle grandma's errands."

Saying that the ghostly aura was floating around, he rolled up Lu Ming and flew towards the deep mountains and old forests.

……

Integrating into the local environment and contacting the local indigenous people is a necessary process for exploring the virtual world.

Although he got into trouble at the beginning, he had to admit that Lu Ming's luck was quite good today. At least he didn't need to bother looking for the local people, and they came to his door automatically.

Being captured alive by the female ghost was actually something Lu Ming did intentionally because Lu Ming needed to get more information from the female ghost and the forces behind her.

At least now, Lu Ming has figured out one thing - although this world is full of ghosts and evil spirits, it is not without living people.

Moreover, the ghosts in this world are different from the ghosts in the main world and the Beast Mountain Realm.

Unless they are trained by monks, the ghosts in the main world have extremely low intelligence and are completely dominated by the desire to kill and destroy.

But the ghosts in this world are quite intelligent and even organized and disciplined.

They are more like ghost cultivators like Ling Piaomiao than ghosts.

A misty voice suddenly sounded from her waist, but the female ghost didn't notice it at all.

"Qi refining period."

"This is not a ghost, but a ghost cultivator."

One word difference makes a world of difference.

Lu Ming felt relieved and allowed the female ghost to take him flying away into the distance.

About half an hour later, a lush forest in the distance came into Lu Ming's range of perception.

Suddenly, a ghostly aura brushed across his skin, like a gentle breeze. The next moment the breeze blew by, Lu Ming suddenly felt confused, and the world suddenly changed before his eyes.

The blood moon hung high in the dim night sky, and the sparse locust trees bared their teeth and claws in the night, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Farther away, a towering giant tree could be vaguely seen rising from the ground, like the center of this place.

The female ghost was not surprised by all this and continued to lead Lu Ming towards the big locust tree. However, Lu Ming was stunned and became interested.

When the wind of ghostly energy swept past just now, Lu Ming noticed something unusual here - in other words, even with his second-grade martial arts and Nascent Soul Immortal Dao cultivation, Lu Ming didn't see through the disguise of this place!

If that's the case, it can be explained by the fact that the owner of this place is far more powerful than Lu Ming.

However, the moment he saw the big locust tree, Lu Ming realized that the vision here was caused by the big locust tree, and its cultivation was only in the late stage of pill formation.

With his advanced cultivation of pill formation, he was able to deceive Lu Ming's perception.

Not to mention anything else, if Lu Ming can master this method, this trip will be worthwhile.

The female ghost took Lu Ming and flew into the locust tree.

Passing through the tree hole several people high, Lu Ming was soon brought into the heart of the tree.

There was a faint sound of noise in my ears. Not far away, in the place with the strongest ghost aura, there seemed to be hundreds of ghosts feasting and it was very lively.

The female ghost did not take Lu Ming to join in the fun, but led Lu Ming deep underground in various twists and turns.

Ahead, a green will-o'-the-wisp flickers on and off, and two zombies wearing armor guard the door.

Seeing the female ghost, the gatekeeper zombie immediately turned sideways, revealing the locked door behind him.

The next second, a feeling of dizziness came over me.

Lu Ming was thrown into the gate, and he felt the force of gravity quickly fall to the ground.

With a groan, Lu Ming slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a dark dungeon.

"Amitabha, is the donor okay?"

The sound of the Buddha's chant rang in his ears. Lu Ming turned to look at the source of the sound and saw a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged on the ground. A pair of bright eyes were looking at him unblinkingly. There was no malice in his eyes, but there was compassion hidden in them. .

Lu Ming pretended to be weak and struggled for a few times before standing up and bowing to the great monk.

"It's okay, it's just that this place..."

As he spoke, he rubbed his forehead, as if he had forgotten about the ghost encounter just now.

Another voice sounded from behind.

"If it falls into the hands of the tree demon grandma, the young man will not struggle anymore. He can live here for as long as he can."

Lu Ming looked back blankly and saw a middle-aged swordsman with a beautiful beard muttering while wiping the sword in his hand.

But his eyes were not as desperate as in his words, and there was a hint of cold light splashing out.

Lu Ming said blankly: "Grandma Dryad? What is that?"

More voices came from all directions.

There are many living people in the dungeon, naturally not just the great monk and the swordsman with the beautiful beard.

It's just that the attitudes of other people are probably not as peaceful as these two.

"Grandma doesn't even know? You deserve to be caught and fed with blood!"

"Forget it, he's probably a stranger again, why are you telling him so much?"

"I don't have time to take care of myself... I'm counting on my luck..."

It was the great monk chanting the name of the Buddha, and then other sounds in the prison gradually subsided.

The great monk spoke again.

"Grandma Dryad is the great ghost king in Qingping Township. No one can control her wreaking havoc, so the court can only let her wreak havoc..."

Having said this, the great monk sighed.

I don’t know whether he feels that his fate has been sealed and is destined to become the blood food of the tree demon grandma, or he feels that the imperial court is weak and the people are in dire straits.

The swordsman with the beautiful beard snorted coldly.

"The imperial court is inherently unreliable. To kill monsters and evil spirits, we still have to rely on the sword in the hands of a certain family!"

Lu Ming looked impressed...

nonsense.

This swordsman with a beautiful beard seems to have outstanding temperament, but in fact he has no cultivation at all, and the sword is just an ordinary sword...

Who can look at such a person and kill demons alone with one sword and not call him a hero?

Yes.

Neither the swordsman with the beautiful beard nor the great monk is a monk or a warrior.

In the entire dungeon, there is not a single person with cultivation level, and even the strongest swordsman with a beautiful beard has not exceeded the limits of a mortal!

After reading this, Lu Ming pretended to be dizzy, found a stone and curled up.

It seems that he is pretending to be sleeping and recuperating, but in fact he is meditating on the Yuan Ying stage method of Tai Shang Qing Yuan Yang Jian Jue in his mind.

In this world, spiritual energy, ghost energy, and evil spirits are strangely mixed together, but the rules of immortality still exist.

In other words, in this world Lu Ming can also practice and understand the magic of immortality, and this is one of the main purposes of Lu Ming coming to this world.

……

A few hours later, the sound of the cell door opening woke Lu Ming up.

The cell door is located about two meters above the head. The door opens, and the zombie doors at both ends throw several large buckets of food into the cell.

The food was poured out of the barrel and scattered all over the floor, but a rich aroma emanated from the food, making people salivate.

Lu Ming opened his eyes and scanned the food, and found that the food was not poisonous and harmless, but rather tonic.

After thinking about it, I laughed to myself.

“The piglets must be kept white and tender so they are easy to eat...”

After the cell door was closed, the hungry prisoners rushed forward, scrambling for food like wild dogs.

But the swordsman with the beautiful beard got the cleanest part by virtue of his strong body and long sword in his hand.

But he did not enjoy it alone. Instead, he took the food and placed it in front of the monk. Then he distributed the food to the old, weak, women and children in the prison. Finally, he came to Lu Ming and stuffed a piece of pastry into Lu Ming's hand.

After giving food to Lu Ming, the swordsman with the beautiful beard didn't have much food in his hands, at least not enough to fill his belly.

This surprised Lu Ming and he quickly thanked him, but the swordsman with the beautiful beard waved his hand.

After a few chats, Lu Ming learned the name of the swordsman with the beautiful beard.

Zhang Feiyan.

……

Three days later.

It’s dinner time again.

Lu Ming, Zhang Feiyan, and the great monk named Fa Zheng sat together, eating, drinking, and chatting to pass the time.

Life in prison suddenly felt quite boring after getting used to it.

It's not dangerous either.

This group of ghosts headed by Dryad Granny fed Lu Ming and his group of blood food with delicious food and drink, but they did not move a single person for three consecutive days.

But today, when Master Fazheng opened his mouth, he revealed the inner reason for this matter.

"The Fengdu Ghost Festival, which takes place once every ten years, is about to take place. Grandma Dryad kept me in captivity to wait for blood food to prepare for this event."

Then he counted with his fingers and sighed: "Calculating the time, there is about more than a year left."

Zhang Feiyan's face darkened, and her right hand unconsciously tightened the sword at her waist.

On the contrary, Lu Ming should be eating and drinking, but he already understood a lot more about the world in his heart.

After all, Lu Ming's cultivation level is much higher than that of the owner of this place, Grandma Dryad. She can't even detect what she is doing secretly.

During these three days, Lu Ming used the dream-entrance technique to continuously invade other people's dreams, and even quietly stole the memory of a female ghost in the Qi-refining stage, finally completing the world view of this world.

‘The realm of Yin and Yang. ’

‘This realm is called the Yin and Yang Realm, which is so appropriate! ’ ˆ ˆ Because in this world, there is a dark side of the world—that is, the underworld, which can also be called the underworld, or the Nine Netherworld.

Fengdu is the entrance and exit between the Yang world and the underworld.

In the Yang Realm, the imperial court was weak and humans did not have any extraordinary means - even from Fazheng's dream, Lu Ming knew that the emperors of various countries in the Yang Realm were secretly controlled by ghosts.

Ghosts do dominate!

The reason why we don’t kill them all is similar to raising pigs...

The yang energy, flesh and blood of human beings are all loved by ghosts, so instead of engaging in genocide, the ghosts have their hands in sustainable development.

But in fact, these ghost kings and their ilk in the world of the underworld have no place at all in the underworld.

Based on the cultivation level of the tree demon grandma, Lu Ming estimated that the upper limit of the ghost king's strength was around the Nascent Soul stage.

But Hades is different.

There is more evil energy and more spiritual energy there, so the ghosts are stronger. There are even underworld and Hades guarding them, and their strength is immeasurable.

‘That’s understandable. ’

‘This world is divided into two parts. The overall strength of the underworld is much weaker than that of the Spirit Sword Realm, but the strength of the underworld seems to be even higher than that of the Spirit Sword Realm. ’

‘As for whether the strongest person in this world is Pluto, and if so, what kind of strength this Pluto has, we don’t know. ’

Pluto has a noble status, and his rank is similar to that of the original sword master of the Spirit Sword Realm. How can he be something that little Karami like Dryad Granny can see and understand?

‘The other thing is quite interesting. ’

'That is the secret technique that ghost cultivators in this world are good at...'

After reading this, Lu Ming's eyes flashed.

‘Ghostland. ’

The ghost realm is the realm of ghosts.

Starting from the pill formation stage, ghosts in this world can condense into the ghost realm.

The principle of this, in Lu Ming's opinion, is similar to a super weakened version of the Realm Lord. The essence is to create your own home court. In your own home court, the combat power of ghosts will be greatly improved.

For example, in the case of Dryad Granny, within his ghost realm, even if a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul from the main world fights against him, the outcome is only 50-50.

Of course, this thing was useless to Lu Ming, but Ling Piaomiao was determined to get it.

But let’s not discuss the secret method of the ghost realm for now. It is the logic of this ghost realm that makes Lu Ming feel a little weird...

‘Where does this secret technique come from? ’

'I always feel that the similarity with the Realm Master is too high...'

shook his head.

Before obtaining the method of cultivation in the ghost realm, Lu Ming could not determine whether this incident was a coincidence or whether it was related.

If he wanted to acquire the secret technique of the Ghost Realm, Lu Ming currently had two ways.

One, the brain of Grandma Dryad.

Second, Fengdu.

If the ghost cultivator reaches the point of forming the elixir, he can enter Fengdu and visit the underworld, Black and White Wuchang, who will teach him the secret method of ghost cultivation in the ghost realm - needless to say, Lu Ming will definitely have to choose one...

'But there's no rush. ’

Gently patting the fierce sword on his waist, Lu Ming spoke like this, as if to comfort Ling Miaomiao.

Then he turned to look at Zhang Feiyan, and a series of plans came into being in his mind.

If you want to seek the core of the world, you must cultivate the people of this world.

Whether it was Lei Hong and others from the Zhenwu world or Yuzi Xing from the Spirit Sword world, they all brought huge help to Lu Ming.

But at this moment, meeting each other was fate, and Lu Ming could tell at a glance that Zhang Feiyan was destined to him.

From his dream, Lu Ming had gained insight into this man's life.

In fact, it is the life of a cheerful hero, so there is no need to elaborate.

From his life experience, Lu Ming was able to conclude that this person had a good character, high fighting spirit, integrity, and was a good person.

‘This way, no one will cheat you. ’

‘Just teach you the method of cultivating immortality with swords, and it can be regarded as repaying your kindness for giving me meals these days. ’

……

That night.

Zhang Feiyan received a teaching from an immortal in a dream and entered the path of the Sword Immortal.

The sword he carried turned into a spiritual sword overnight and became the foundation of his immortal path.

The so-called immortal is naturally Lu Ming.

Using the characteristics of Daitian to shield Tianji, no one can detect what Lu Ming did.

That spiritual sword was nothing more than Lu Ming's Nascent Soul cultivation level, which he modified at will, turning it into a Qi-training flying sword.

And this Feiyan's character is not as gross as it appears on the outside, but rather quite intelligent.

After receiving the teaching from the immortal, Zhang Feiyan did not make any announcement, just practiced silently and began to cultivate the sword.

If you want to enter the sword cultivation immortality, you need to cultivate the sword for a hundred days. This process cannot be shortened by any means.

Fortunately, there is still more than a year before the Fengdu Ghost Festival. This more than a year is the time for Zhang Feiyan to grow.

It was also the time when Lu Ming was studying Taishang Qingyuan's Sword-raising Technique.

If you have books, you will be long. If you don’t have books, you will be short.

One hundred days go by in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Zhang Feiyan finished raising her sword and officially entered the immortal path. Lu Ming also used the characteristics of Daitian to cover up his aura, leaving Zhang Feiyan enough time to develop.

Another good news is that a few days ago, Lu Ming's Tai Shang Qing Yuan Yang Sword Technique also broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Increase the number of flying swords in Taishang Qingyuan Sword Code to 50.

Started researching the Nine Turns Sword Pill again.

In short, Lu Ming is not in a hurry about the core of this world.

When the gods have arrived and achieved first-level achievement, whether it is the fourth virtual world or the fifth, sixth or seventh virtual world, it will be much easier to handle.

……

A year goes by in a blink of an eye.

The Fengdu Ghost Festival is getting closer and closer.

There were gradually more and more blood foods in the dungeon, and the small dungeon seemed overcrowded.

But Zhang Feiyan's cultivation level has just reached the second level of Qi training.

Without the MLM method of dividing swordsmanship, the speed of practicing the Sword Plant Immortal Path is actually no different from that of the Spiritual Root Immortal Path.

After breaking through from the first level of Qi training to the second level of Qi training in one year, Zhang Feiyan is already considered a genius.

No time to wait for him.

On this day, the dungeon door finally opened. Different from the most common zombie goalkeeper in the past, what appeared at the door this time was a foundation-building female ghost in green clothes and a skirt.

Seeing the white and fat adopted blood-eaters, the female ghost lightly licked the corner of her mouth, showing her appetite, but thinking of her grandma's instructions, she still kept her patience.

She waved her little hand, and as the ghostly aura spread, the blood-eaters stiffened and flew up involuntarily, controlled by her like zombies, and lined up behind her.

Pass through the complex tree path and arrive at the spacious main hall.

In the main hall, there are more than ten female ghosts lined up on the left and right. On a large chair built from a tree branch at the top, there is an old man with a face covered with white powder, and it is impossible to distinguish between male and female.

This ghost is the tree demon grandma!

Seeing the blood food enter the scene, the tree demon grandma let out a strange and strange laugh.

When he spoke, his voice was as sharp as iron scraping against each other, harsh and astonishing.

"With so much blood food, it's good food."

"Grandma, I have to rely on you this time to get a lot of good things in exchange~"

Cultivation resources in the upper world are scarce and cannot compare with the underworld in all aspects. Only this blood food is a specialty of the upper world. It is also the most valuable thing for the great demons of the upper world such as the tree demon grandma. It can be called hard currency.

It's not that human beings are some incredible treasure to evil spirits.

It just belongs to the category of "delicious food". It is more honorable to entertain guests, and it can also bring you a happy time when you enjoy it yourself.

As soon as the words fell, the tree demon grandma smiled evilly.

"But grandma, I am the most generous. The children have been raised by you for so long, and I have to let the children eat."

"Children, is grandma right?"

"Thank you, grandma, for your kindness."

The female ghosts laughed and laughed, their complexions gradually turning blue, their eyes glowing red and looming ferociously, no longer as beautiful as before.

At this moment, Zhang Feiyan sighed softly.

"no solution anymore."

As a knight, Zhang Feiyan has her own chivalrous spirit. Now that she heard that the female ghosts were about to eat people, even though she might not be eaten, Zhang Feiyan still couldn't hold back.

What's more, he doesn't have any killing methods.

The long sword in his hand suddenly groaned.

The violent sword energy surged out from the long sword instantly!

And see that Zhang Feiyan broke free from the shackles of the Foundation-Building Female Ghost in the blink of an eye. Under the guidance of the spirit sword, the aura of the second level of Qi Training on her body climbed to the level of Nascent Soul in an instant!

It sounds like Zhang Feiyan is very awesome.

But in fact, it was nothing more than Lu Ming giving Zhang Feiyan his sword energy in the name of the immortal in his dream.

At this moment, Zhang Feiyan drew out his sword, which was equivalent to Lu Ming using his Immortal Dao cultivation to activate the sword with all his strength. The momentum was so strong and the ferocity of the sword energy could be imagined!

The laughter and laughter of the tree demon grandma and the female ghosts instantly froze on their faces.

The next second, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the cold light shook Kyushu!

A huge sword light penetrated the towering tree and tore apart the ghost realm before gradually dissipating.

Taking advantage of the remaining power of this sword, Zhang Feiyan rushed out decisively with everyone without even looking at the outcome of the battle!

It wasn't until Zhang Feiyan and others left the big tree and ran outside the ghost realm that a male-female voice sounded from where the big tree was.

"you you!"

"You make me angry!!"

Grandma Dryad's voice was weak, and she was obviously seriously injured - but under Lu Ming's immortal sword, he didn't die, which showed how powerful the ghost realm was.

But there was no possibility of pursuit.

In the dilapidated hall, Grandma Dryad lay on her back and spit out blood. She looked around and was about to cry without tears.

The blood eaters ran away completely, and the little devils were completely wiped out by the sword just now.

The worst thing is that his own body - the towering tree is the body of the tree demon, but most of it was damaged by the sword just now.

It will take eighteen hundred years to recuperate, and there may even be no hope of Nascent Soul in this life...

Under the mixture of grief and anger, he suddenly saw a person appear out of the corner of his eye and stand in front of him.

Grandma Dryad remembers this person.

It was one of the blood eaters just now.

Suddenly he saw this person reaching out his hand and grabbing the top of his head.

A clear voice rang into the ears of the dryad grandmother.

"Now, I am Grandma Dryad."

(End of this chapter)