I'm from magic door

() After swallowing nearly a hundred Yin ghosts, Xiang Wutian stopped "eating", and he has returned to the peak state of a first-level ghost pawn: "It doesn't matter how much these little ghosts eat, if you want to To level up, you have to devour ghost pawns or a large number of ghost spirits that are comparable to mine!"

"I'm full too. I don't have any memory or resentment, and I always feel like I'm missing something!" I don't know if it's the illusion of a teenager, but the "poor eating ghost" seems to be a little bigger.

"'Poor eating ghost', you said that you have been dormant for thousands of years in the magic pool, what happened? Why did you wake up suddenly this time?" Jiang An asked casually while sitting on the couch. .

"Hey, I'm ashamed to say this." The "poor eater" climbed onto the couch in an old-fashioned way, lay on his side at the boy's feet, and recalled the past, "I was still young at that time, and I was assigned to the Tongue Pulling Hell. Li Jinghun, who eats every day is either a picky gossip, or a cunning villain who tells the truth and slanders. I'm not a picky eater, but eating these rotten ghosts is really boring! I can't learn anything useful, I was always being laughed at by my brothers, which made me so boring!"

"What's so funny about this?" the boy asked suspiciously.

"Brothers can either deal with murderous and arsonous ghosts in the Knife Mountain and Blood Pool Hell, and learn the skills of burning, killing, looting, and plundering, or they can deal with corrupt officials who harm public wealth and private interests in Stone Mill and Volcanic Hell. A kung fu that confuses right and wrong and turns black and white, how can it be like me, who only learned to play tricks? It can be said that besides Brother Jiu who is in the oil pan hell, I am the most worthless person!" "Poor Eating Ghost" explained dejectedly road.

"Hahaha, why is your ninth brother not as good as you?" Old Freak Xiang laughed, but he didn't think that if he hadn't been stuck in the world, he wouldn't know which hell he would be suffering at this moment!

"Punishment in the oil pot hell is all seductive ghosts of women, wives and daughters. He is a majestic beast. Why do he learn such useless tricks? Even I look down on him!" "Poor eating ghost" has no heart Laughed out loud.

"Then which of your older brothers works in the Infernal Hell?" In the youth's impression, there was no "auspicious beast" that looked like the "poor eating ghost" in the dream.

"The most terrifying endless hell in the eight heat prisons you are talking about?" The face of the "poor eating ghost" changed, and a pair of front paws kept shaking from side to side. How can we purify a peerless and brutal powerhouse of the six realms? At that level, we can only deal with it with the burning fire of the three realms and six realms of nirvana!"

"Then you little monster, dare to say that you can eat any ghost? I was also a strong practitioner in my previous life!" Old Monster Xiang was amused.

"Huh! You living ghost, you have a lot of grievances, but it's a pity that your heart is not stable. Even if you don't die, you can't make a big deal!" "Poor eating ghost" retorted bluntly, obviously he didn't let old monster Xiang go at all. in the eyes.

"Then one day, Brother Di came, and he said that he had recovered his supernatural powers, and he could pass through the barriers of the Three Realms and Six Realms to play in other realms, so I followed him!" "Poor Eating Ghost" continued to tell his story, "Who would have thought that although the world of the human world is not as dangerous as the world of heaven and man and the world of Shura, there are actually many practitioners with powerful magic power! After a conflict, I was separated from Brother Di. No, I had to hide in a small pond nearby..."

"How many thousands of years have you been hiding?"

"So the yin energy in the phantom yin pool is so strong, is it actually emanating from you?" The young man and the old monster asked one after another.

"Don't mention it! There seems to be a mysterious power in the human world. During the thousands of years of dormancy, I have fed back the evil spirit that I swallowed before, forming that ghost pool. That's great, I'm even kidding I have almost lost all my abilities, and my body has degenerated to the level of a newborn. If not, your half-toned power of purifying the world will not be able to help me at all!" "Poor eating ghost" sighed helplessly.

"The power of purifying the world? Are you referring to the Nine Suns Divine Art?" The young man strictly abided by the oath he made to his master, never mentioning the Black Water Secret Art in front of anyone.

"Nine Suns Magic Art? Who came up with the name of such an earthen cannon?" "Poor Eater" laughed and lay on his back on the couch, with his feet facing the sky, and his four little claws were half bent and scratching non-stop.

"The power of purifying the world is the power of purifying the world. It is the opposite of the power of the yin from hell! I suddenly found that the human world is also good. If I can eat some ghosts and living souls of practitioners in the future, what a mess! If not, it will become even more powerful than Seventh Brother (Sword Mountain Hell) and Thirteenth Brother (Blood Pool Hell)!"

"Then you have to be obedient in the future!" The young man was still frowning and thinking about what "the power to purify the world" is, and Old Monster Xiang quickly took the opportunity to admonish the "poor eater" who was still lying on his back and giggling.

"Jiang'an, open the door!" The gate of the outer courtyard rang suddenly.

"Senior Brother Mixuan should not come until tomorrow, who will come to see me at this time?" The young man wondered to himself, and quickly put Old Monster Xiang and "Poor Eating Ghost" into the storage ring.

"This kid! Why close the door in broad daylight!" The voice outside the door was very familiar, it was Master!

"Here we come!" Jiang'an hurriedly ran to the outer courtyard to open the gate, and standing outside was his master Qi Diaochen.

"Have you rested well, did you go to the Sutra Pavilion to pick up two martial arts books and come back to practice?" It turned out that Qi Diaochen came to urge his disciples to practice.

"I went there yesterday and picked up a book of Black Wind Fist and a book of Xuan Yin Finger." Jiang'an replied respectfully.

"Hey, you are much more diligent than I imagined! Have you practiced, and have you encountered any difficulties?"

"I only practiced the Black Wind Fist, and I haven't practiced the first form yet." The young man was very honest, without any explanation, and just talked about the result.

"What? Black Wind Fist is such a rough style, you can't practice it well?" Qi Diaochen knew that the boy was an honest person, so he immediately believed it, "This is not possible! It's a pity that your elder brother only likes swordsmanship and can't teach you. Boxing. Let's go, master will take you to the third senior brother, just to check if he is practicing well!"

After Qi Diaochen finished speaking, he pulled Jiang'an to the northernmost courtyard of Tianhong Villa. In order to save time, he used the kung fu of shrinking the ground into inches, but within a few blinks, the master and apprentice came to the small courtyard. The gate of the courtyard.

"Hush, don't move!" Jiang An was about to knock on the door, but Qi Diaochen grabbed him, and then made a gesture of silence, signaling the young man to stand still and not act rashly.

Just when the young man was at a loss, he suddenly felt his body lighten, and he flew up like a cloud and fog, and when he landed again, he had already arrived in a vibrant and colorful world.

Although the scenery of the six peaks of Jiuyoumen is different, the difference is only in the natural shape of the several peaks. The overall tone is still gloomy and depressing. After all, it is a sect of refining corpses and raising Gu. There seems to be an indelible smell of blood in the grass!

But it is completely different here. The pond is full of water lilies, and colorful fish are playing in it; , colorful; there are even a few blooming epiphyllum, which are telling the strongest fragrance of life with the most beautiful blooms!

The path among the flowers leads to an exquisite gazebo. The beams and columns of the gazebo are covered with vines, and the small purple flowers are all over the long vines. From a distance, it looks like a waterfall of flowers, with a touching beauty !

And on the bench in the gazebo, there was an incomparably handsome young man in brocade clothes who was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

"I guessed that you, a slacker, were sleeping again!" Before the boy could react, the lacquer carving dust beside him had already angrily stepped across the flower path, breaking off a large thick branch from the oleander tree beside him, It's a slap in the face of young people!

"Ah, master... why are you here? Didn't you accept a young disciple recently? It's more important to care about him!" The young man in brocade clothes was sleeping soundly, when he was suddenly awakened, his handsome face instantly turned into a sad face, while Quickly dodging the lacquer carving dust's whipping like a gust of wind and rain.

"Qiu Huang, your talent is so good, it's time to practice diligently and work hard! Every day is spent planting flowers, drinking tea, sleeping and spending time, how can you be worthy of your lifetime magic?" Qi Diaochen's movements became faster and faster, In his hand, a small branch is like a long whip that is as nimble as a snake. There is a chill hidden in the gorgeousness, and a sharp edge is hidden in the flexibility.

However, no matter how the branches in Qi Diaochen's hands changed, the young man in brocade clothes was always able to avoid every danger dangerously, and even had the time to defend himself: "The warm wind makes people fall asleep, and I can't do it! "<The warm flowers are blooming, you want to visit the garden to enjoy the flowers, but you cannot practice; the summer is scorching, you want to take a nap to avoid the heat, and you don't want to practice; Weak, still unable to cultivate!Chong Qiuhuang, today you have to give me an accurate word, when will you be able to practice with all your heart and have no other distractions? "Qi Diachen fired a real fire and used the kung fu of shrinking the ground into an inch. The young man in brocade clothes could no longer avoid it, and was drawn several times in a row.

"Master, don't hit me, I'll practice, I'll practice!" Qi Diaochen hit hard, and within a few moments of effort, there were several blood marks on Chong Qiuhuang's face and hands. He was so scared that he had to beg for mercy repeatedly. "Master, who is the boy who came with you? Could it be the new junior brother?"