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The waves hit the rocks and splashed with white foam.

The thousand-foot-high cliff is like a strong wall, blocking the sea water here. No matter how strong the wind and waves are, it is impossible to cross it.

"A land of dangerous mountains and dangerous waters..."

Qin Sang climbed to the top of the cliff, looked ahead, and thought to himself.

He crossed the sea and found the land Tianmudie had seen without much effort.

Looking from a distance and looking up close, the scenery is very different.

From the top of the mountain, one can see mountains and ridges dotted all over the place. The edges are as far as the eye can see. The mountains are steep and there are countless similar high cliffs. The mountains and rivers are covered with clouds and fog. The dangerous places are no less dangerous than the two southern barbarian states in Zhongzhou. .

"I'm afraid there are quite a few spirits here, and they are not suitable for mortals to survive. I wonder if the people in this world are as weak as the Storm Realm..."

The way forward was unclear, so Qin Sang deliberately restrained his aura, and since his true energy was controlled, it was inconvenient to use his spiritual consciousness to awaken the Heavenly Eye Butterfly to observe the weather in the mountain.

Before the demons and spirits developed wisdom, only a few of them instinctively understood the magical power of breathing. Most of them did not know how to restrain the breath. Moreover, among the monsters, strength was respected. Not only would they not hide it, but the stronger their strength, the more public they would be.

If you look at the clouds in the mountains, you can get a glimpse of it.

Unexpectedly, at first glance, the result surprised Qin Sang.

Although the front is surrounded by clouds, mountains and fog, it is all formed by the condensation of water vapor, so it is extremely clear.

The Demon Island where he has lived for more than ten years has hundreds of spirits and monsters inhabiting the jungle, but there is almost no demonic aura here. It is really strange that there is such a huge gap between the two lands.

This kind of scene may mean that there is a big demon entrenched nearby, and the demons are trying to change things. Either there is someone who kills demons and subdues demons, and cleanses the mountains and rivers.

The Celestial Eye butterfly has excellent eyesight and can see very far away. As far as the field of vision can reach, the mountains in front of it are endless, and the end of the land is not visible. Looking left and right, it seems endless.

Qin Sang did not stay at the top of the cliff for too long. He jumped up and rushed down the mountain like a ferocious tiger, quietly flying through the forest.

He was flying extremely fast, traveling through deep mountains and dense forests without making any sound. His figure was like a ghost, and his breath was weaker than before, relying solely on his physical body.

The Tianmu Butterfly stood on his left shoulder, guarding the surroundings. This caution was to prevent the big demon from appearing.

After climbing dozens of lofty mountains in one go, there was still no big demon or human beings in sight. There was a strange sense of tranquility in the mountains. Qin Sang couldn't help but frown slightly. He paused at the top of a mountain in front of him, the tip of his nose twitched, and suddenly he stared at the front left, his eyes Slightly coagulated.

After pondering for a while, Qin Sang slightly changed his direction and headed straight there. When he was almost close, he slowed down and raised his hand to form a seal. His energy and blood surged slightly, and there was a faint layer of golden light flowing on his skin.

This is the sixth seal of the Seven Masters Buddha Seal, the Golden Gangtian Stomach Seal. Once used, the skin is as strong as a stomach and is extremely strong. It is an extremely powerful defensive magical power.

"Celestial Demon Refining" entered the middle stage of the fourth level, and Qin Sang gradually mastered this seal.

The seventh seal is the Vajra Great Freedom Seal. Because Qin Sang had just broken through it not long ago, he has not yet understood the subtleties of this seal.

As soon as this seal came out, his figure suddenly became a little thicker. He stepped forward and soon saw two rocks facing each other in front of him. There was a gap in the stone for two people to walk side by side. There seemed to be a lot of space inside. .

He stepped forward, jumped into the crevice, and walked a few steps. Sure enough, there was a valley in front of him.

This valley is sandwiched between three mountains. Because the rock walls of the three mountains are all curved, an oval sinkhole is naturally formed. The river flows in from the peaks to form a pool.

Seeing the scene at the bottom of the sinkhole, Qin Sangtong shrank slightly.

There were countless corpses piled up in the sinkhole. The water was contaminated when the water came in. The bones were stacked in countless layers. The lower layer was soaked in the foul-smelling corpse water. The upper layer of bones was exposed to the sky, revealing the pale bone stubble.

It’s like a sacrificial place!

The sinkhole is dead silent and the scorching sun is high. It is obviously the time when Yang Qi is at its most abundant, but it is extremely cold inside.

Qin Sang waved over a piece of white bone, examined it, and murmured: "Demon bone!"

Not only this one, the sinkhole is full of corpses of various monsters!

But these bones cannot be used to refine treasures. The essence has been sucked dry, and many corpses have been disemboweled, with their internal organs missing.

Only then did Qin Sang understand why there were no monsters running rampant. It turned out that they were all killed.

There are only corpses of monsters and beasts here, because after their spirit bodies are swallowed up, the vegetation and monsters are no different from ordinary dead vegetation, so there is no need to deliberately throw them here.

This is not like the method of slaying demons, but more like monsters devouring each other, and the murderer's intelligence is not low.

Qin Sang threw away the bones, jumped out of the sinkhole, and headed towards the hinterland. He didn't find any other monsters along the way.

Continuing forward, after climbing over an unknown number of mountains, the mountains finally began to slow down. After walking hard for a while, Qin Sang flew up to the sky to look, her expression slightly moved, and she looked to the right, where there seemed to be a house attic.

He immediately changed direction and sped up to make sure it was really a city.

Halfway through the journey, Qin Sang saw humans in this world for the first time.

An old man and a young man were walking in the mountains. They were all mortals. Their limbs, facial features, and seven orifices were the same as those of the humans in the Storm Realm.

The old man has a long beard under his chin, his steps are vigorous and his energy is strong.

The young man followed, about twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a book bag, shaking his head and reciting some kind of scripture, and asking the old man something from time to time.

Qin Sang listened carefully for a while, then separated a ray of consciousness, reached into the young man's book bag, and read a few books inside, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The text in this world is actually the same as that in the Storm World. He can roughly understand the contents of the book without using any magic!

This was far beyond Qin Sang's expectation. The states in the Storm Realm belong to the same realm, so it makes sense to use the same words. Could it be that the different Small Thousand Worlds all originate from the same Taoist tradition?

Qin Sang lowered his cloud head and turned into a wandering Taoist, turning out of the forest.

The old man and the young man were startled, and the old man stopped the young man behind him.

"This old man is so polite."

Qin Sang nodded and imitated their tone.

When the old man saw that he was a Taoist priest, his alertness suddenly disappeared. He didn't even dare to say anything and hurriedly returned the courtesy.

The status of Taoist priests here seems to be quite high?

Qin Sang secretly said something, and then said: "The poor Taoist wandered here and accidentally lost his way in the mountains. He finally saw strangers, but he didn't know where he was."

Hearing that he was a wandering Taoist priest, the old man became more respectful and said, "Taoist Master Qi, there is a ferry crossing more than ten miles ahead. You can reach Bailongdu shortly by boat. From Bailongdu, you can go directly down the river to Fulong City... "

Qin Sang looked back and secretly thought that although these two people were stronger than the mortals in the Storm Realm, they could not be the opponents of the monsters. If they could survive here, they must be protected by monks in the city.

He thought for a while and asked, "I don't know where you two want to go. Can I go with you?"

"Reporting to the Taoist Priest, a relative of Xiaomin passed away in Bailongdu, and he is about to go to the funeral..."

The old man replied hurriedly, not daring to refuse Qin Sang's request.

The three of them walked together on the dirt road. The old man behaved cautiously, but the young man was full of curiosity.

The old man hesitated to speak. After all, he did not dare to scold the young man in front of Qin Sang. His face was full of worry, for fear that the young man's words would be incomprehensible and he would offend the Taoist priest.

Qin Sang used some tricks to get them to let down their guard and tell them everything they knew.

After some exchanges, he learned that the area he was currently in was called Jiulong Kingdom. Most of the areas in the country had the word "dragon" in them, and the big city ahead was called Floating Dragon City.

As he expected, the Taoist priests were respected in the Kowloon Kingdom and were enshrined by the royal family. They were also respectful to the wandering Taoist priests.

According to what the old man heard, this is the case in several nearby countries. Taoist priests not only do not need customs documents when entering and exiting the customs, but the chief officials will also take the initiative to come to see the ceremony.

As he spoke, the ferry was in sight.

"My father-in-law lives outside the city. Aren't you afraid of monsters in the mountains?"

Qin Sang looked at the old man and asked.

The birds, beasts, plants and trees in this world are very susceptible to spiritual practice, and even mortals will definitely see them often.

Before the old man could speak, the young man said crisply: "With the City Emperor and Bailong Lord protecting us, the monsters don't dare to step beyond the thunder pond!"

When talking about Cheng Huangye and Bailongjun, the young man's face was full of reverence.

Qin Sang has also learned that the so-called City Emperor refers to the god enshrined in a City Emperor Temple in Fulong City.

Bailongjun is the river god of the river in front.

The Kowloon Kingdom worships Taoism and gods, and everyone in the country does the same. Every year in Fulong City, there are sacrifices to honor the city emperor and the river god. Even the villagers who live outside the city must worship every year. There is even an order in the country not to worship. The person shall be punished as a serious crime.

Such situations are not uncommon in the mortal world of the Storm Realm.

However, the gods are all false, mostly for the purpose of amassing money. Even if there is a god who protects one party, it is done by the monks under the pretense of the gods.

Although the Kowloon Kingdom worships gods, the good thing is that the rituals are led by the government, and the subjects do not need to hand over valuable offerings, so they all sincerely worship the gods.

Qin Sang secretly thought in his heart that gods may not be real, but they must have the ability to deter demons and protect others, so worshiping gods is not false.

Unfortunately, although the two of them had heard of many deeds of divine gods, they had never seen them with their own eyes. Qin Sang could not tell where the Cheng Huangye and Bai Longjun came from.

At this time, the old man touched the young man's head and said: "As long as you don't go to the mountains, there is no need to be afraid. Xiao Minsheng has never seen monsters dare to enter Zhuangzi, but after entering the mountains, you can't tell. I heard that Many people who collect herbs and cut firewood have disappeared in the mountains for no reason. Our Zhuangzi is not far from the mountains, and sometimes we are awakened by strange sounds coming from the mountains in our sleep. However, it has been much quieter recently. It must be the Emperor Cheng and Lord Bailong again. The Faxian soldiers are on a crusade..."

If it were really the work of gods and immortal soldiers to conquer monsters, would they swallow the monsters' internal organs and essence so brutally?

By this time we had arrived in front of the ferry.

A awning boat was docked in front of the wooden pier. There were already several villagers on the boat. The boatman was about to set up his oar when he saw another person coming and shouted loudly to urge him.

Seeing Taoist Qin Sang dressed up, the villagers were in awe and would rather crowd together to make way for him. The boatman was also respectful and did not dare to accept the boat fee.

The boat went down the river.

Qin Sang ignored the eyes of others and silently thought about the next trip.

He had imagined various scenarios, and even suspected that this place might be a demon world with no human traces. He never expected that it would be like this.

If there is a human race, there must be practitioners, and there must be a solution!

"First go to the city to see who Bailongjun and the City Emperor are."

After flashing this thought, I saw the boat turning around a river bay. The river was straight ahead, and Bailong Crossing was at the end of this section of the river.

Qin Sang was about to get up and go to the bow of the ship to take a closer look, when the Tianmu butterfly hidden on his shoulder suddenly fluttered its wings.

His eyes flashed, and he looked calmly at a lonely peak by the river, then glanced at Bailongdu, and sat still.

The river surface was smooth and the boat was very fast. We arrived at Bailongdu in a short time.

Qin Sang seemed like an ordinary person and followed the young and old off the boat.

At this time, there was a sound of gongs and drums among the noise at the ferry, and a guard of honor came from a distance.

In front of him was a Taoist priest in light yellow Taoist uniform, holding a ghost torture stick in one hand and shaking a golden bell in the other.

The people behind the Taoist priest lined up in two lines. The first few held three animal offerings and flags to summon souls, and the rear held several pairs of official title plaques. The two following closely held a pair of large gongs, followed by a group of drummers.

Behind the drummers, someone was carrying a black-topped soul-returning sedan, paper-made lantern pavilions, stove pavilions, flower pavilions, etc., and there were eight matching embroidered umbrellas, and the flowers were so gorgeous.

Then there is a coffin, with thirty-two people carrying the coffin poles. A large number of filial sons and grandsons wearing mourning clothes came to mourn. There were also people holding paper figures and horses beside them. The number was actually more than the descendants wearing mourning clothes.

The Taoist priests are walking on Gang steps, reciting scriptures, ups and downs, and shaking their heads. To outsiders, it looks like a dancing master, which looks a bit funny.

All of a sudden, drums, gongs, and bells were playing in unison, and they were walking towards the river with wind and pipes.

Seeing the guard of honor, the old man said anxiously, "Why is it so early today?"

He quickly grabbed the young man and stepped forward.

At this time, Qin Sang took a deep look at the coffin and suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, "I want to find some food to thank you for leading the way. I hope I won't refuse."

The young and old were originally eager to go to the funeral, but they were distracted by something. They followed Qin Sang and turned around, entering a restaurant with their usual expressions.

Qin Sang asked for some food.

The young and old completely forgot about the purpose of their trip and started gobbling up the food.

Qin Sang held the wine glass and looked through the window, just in time to see the Taoist priest leading the ceremonial guard and continuing along the riverside avenue until he stopped in front of a stone temple.

The temple is only half a person tall, and there is no statue of god inside. It only houses a spiritual tablet, which presumably is the throne of Lord Bai Long.

The Taoist priest ordered people to place the incense eucalyptus as an offering, stand the soul-calling flag in front of the eucalyptus, stand in front of the eucalyptus, step on the pole, and recite scriptures.

The sound of gongs and drums stopped, and the filial sons and grandsons also stopped crying, and only the sound of bells echoed on the river.

He heard the meaning of the Taoist priests reciting scriptures and performed confession rituals for the deceased. He also wanted to invite Mr. Bailong to enter the altar and testify, to guide the deceased and relieve the blame.

The Taoist priest's methods are precise and smooth, which is enough to scare ordinary people.

It's just that for a long time, Qin Sang didn't feel any fluctuations on the river or in the temple.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the ceremony.

The Taoist priest looked back and stared with a displeased look on his face. He was about to scold him when he suddenly heard the sound of 'Dongdongdong' being struck.

‘Kacha! ’

The iron nails nailed to one corner of the coffin lid fell apart.

The Taoist priest's face turned pale, he threw up his clothes and ran away. The others were even more horrified and screamed: "No! The corpse has been raised! The corpse has been raised!"

'boom! ’

The coffin exploded.

The wood chips flew away, and a black shadow rushed out, rushing towards the nearest person. It looked like a human, but its face was actually covered with green hair.

Bailongdu was in an uproar.

At this time, Qin Sang's arm holding the wine glass paused slightly, and his gaze that was originally directed at the lonely peak on the other side and a grassy swamp outside Bailong Crossing suddenly withdrew and focused on the throne of the temple.