Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

Feng Zixiu naturally wouldn't be in trouble with himself, so the face of Lord Wushen still had to be given.

He watched his eyes, nose, nose and heart, the old **** was waiting for the Lord Wushen to lecture, as if a disciple was listening to the sect master's admonition, and his attitude was so respectful that he could not cross the line at all.

Lord Wushen looked at him with hatred, with a lot of unwillingness in his eyes, and he was still in a hurry, so complicated that several disciples on the side could see that he was praying.

However, when I met Feng Zixiu, I was a lump of elm wood. If the enemy didn't move, I wouldn't move.

The two were deadlocked for a long time until the air had frozen.

In the end, Lord Wushen was the first to be unable to hold back, breaking the tranquility, "You go, don't come again in the future, I won't see you, you won't be eligible to come in again."

Feng Zixiu's originally silent expression couldn't help but move, as if he didn't expect Lord Wushen to be so decisive.

"So... Anyway, Lord Wushen, take care... Thanks for the care of the past years, may Lord Wushen be at ease and freedom as soon as possible."

"Humph! Great freedom... Great freedom... Is it possible?"

Lord Wushen sneered, "You clearly know that I'm only one step away from achieving perfection of merit and virtue, but you refuse to help me. You have been guarding an unworthy woman, Xiu... You are really blind, you will regret it. Yes, time will tell!"

"I, Chen Jiang, must have done too many sins in my past life, and I will have this end in this life. I admit it, you... get out!"

Feng Zixiu's heart was like a rock, and he wasn't moved by these words, but a sad expression appeared on his face involuntarily, "Lord Wushen, take care!"

Saying goodbye is easy, but seeing each other again is extremely difficult.

How can there be so much happiness in life, and more regrets for not getting what you want.

Feng Zixiu turned around desolately and left with his apprentice.

The Witch God Temple behind him closed with a bang, and if he wanted to open it again, it would be a hundred years later, and at that time, who knew how much changes would happen in this world.

In the vicissitudes of life, things are different, and a person's life can last for hundreds of years.

After leaving the Wushen Temple, the next stop was the Underworld Temple.

The hall master inside is a man who is more beautiful than a woman. His face is as white as snow, and he is wearing a complicated red wedding dress. Lord Underworld.

"Master Mingshen, everything is working!"

Following Feng Zixiu's name, Ren Yi never thought that this man who was neither male nor female was actually called the God of the Underworld.

Is it really a god?

He couldn't bear to cry out in horror, and he saw the man who was neither yin nor yang, with his head spinning like a top.

It doesn't look like a human anymore, and I don't know what this Underworld God wants to do.

All the disciples involuntarily took precautions, including any one, who was also extremely nervous. Under the large sleeve robe, he involuntarily pinched the hammer in the palm of his hand.

The head turned around for a long time, and finally stopped, but the face was in the opposite direction of the body, and he smiled strangely at the crowd, "Come on, old rules, have you brought money for the road? Hehe..."

The laughter was creepy, and several disciples involuntarily moved closer to Feng Zixiu, just like a weak chicken would seek the protection of its mother chicken when it was in danger.

Feng Zixiu pushed the disciples away angrily, "Look at your cowardice, shame on you, let the teacher stay away."

After scolding everyone, Feng Zixiu took out a wooden box and threw it at Lord Mingshen, "The freshly baked offerings, please accept Lord Mingshen with a smile."

Lord Ming Shen stretched out his withered claws, grabbed the wooden box, and opened it impatiently in front of everyone.

It turned out to be a box of black liquid, which looked like ink, but had a strong stench that made people vomit.

Even Feng Zixiu couldn't help covering his nose with a piece of cloth.

As for any one, as a world lord of the great world of the dead, he said that he saw this kind of thing a lot, so he didn't think it was strange.

The so-called black water was just the black water that was formed after a person died, and was collected by Feng Zixiu.

It's just that this collection is not legitimate, so it's not good to evaluate it here. After all, the other party has only been his master for a month, so how much can he know.

After seeing the black water, Lord Underworld God couldn't wait to drink it, as if it was some kind of nectar and jade liquid, the delicacy of Nanxun in the world.

"Ah... the exhausted soul, finally waiting for the nourishment of Ganquan, I... come back to life again, hahaha..."

Lord Ming Shen stretched out his arms and laughed wildly, his hair and clothes all over his body were carried by his aura, and they flew together with a depressing beauty.

"I'm very happy to be able to help Lord Mingshen, I wonder if I can go in?"

"Jie Jie... go, go, good luck! Hehe..."

Lord Mingshen didn't mean to be embarrassed, he waved his hand, and a dark wall behind him suddenly pulled away to both sides, revealing the joy of being able to allow one person to enter and exit.

"You only have four hours. If you exceed one breath, you will be trapped inside, and you will only be able to come out in the next hundred years, understand?"

Feng Zixiu looked surprised, "Master Mingshen, why is this world so short?"

And it's getting shorter and shorter.

At the beginning, there were still more than ten hours, but now it is better to cut more than half of it directly. This is really bad news for those who seek opportunities.

Lord Ming Shen was full, stretched his waist lazily, and casually said, "The chance is always limited, this is the blessed land left by the ancient gods, and it will be exhausted one day. At that time, if the opportunity As soon as it is empty, it will be completely closed and will not be opened again. Are you sure you will continue to ask this nonsense and waste a lot of time?"

"Don't ask, let's go in here, thank God of the Underworld for clarifying the doubts."

Feng Zixiu didn't dare to neglect, and dragged a few apprentices into the crack in the wall.

As their figures disappeared, the wall slowly closed together again, and the surroundings returned to silence and darkness again.

And Lord Underworld's body has been integrated with the darkness, and no one knows what he is doing now, whether he is lying down, sleeping, or dormant.

That wall looks ordinary, but when passing through, there is a feeling of squeezing the space membrane. If it wasn't for Feng Zixiu who has been dragging a few of them, they would have no chance to break through this obstacle and enter. .

With a sense of relief, they finally entered a mysterious little world.

In this world, the vegetation is lush, and the wildflowers on the grass are blooming in pieces, beautiful in color and red, dense and seductive, which is very different from the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the underworld just now.

"Ah... this is the human world, that place scared people to death just now."

102 said in a good mood.

Feng Zixiu stepped forward and patted him on the back of the head, "Stinky boy, don't yell, be careful!"

Immediately, he said to a few people: "This place contains ancient theology. What spells you can learn depends on your own chances. Hurry up, time waits for no one."

Several people did not dare to relax, and once again spread out, looking for their own opportunities.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. There are many flowers blooming on the road of any choice. Inside each flower, there is a secret book suspended. From a distance, it is densely packed, and nothing fails.

After picking up a few books at random, he went to see a few of his classmates, and found that they seemed to be very difficult, with anxiety on their faces, and directly turned a blind eye to the books on the flowers.

Or rather, you can't see it at all.

Ren Yi tilted his head, thinking about the library in Guiling World, and the fact that there are so many people who are attached to him. These books are not disliked at all, but they are not enough to read.

So, instead of dawdling, he started to scavenge.

At this time, he was holding a short blade in his hand, like a ruthless harvester, constantly harvesting those books. Wherever he passed, there were no grass, and all the flowers and plants were swept away by him. The scene said no. Outrageous.

With such a big movement, he naturally alarmed those fellow students.

"Wow...you can still do this, 101 is stupid!"

There are so many flowers on this earth, and there are harvesting efforts. Isn’t it good to find a few more cheats?

"He's not a fool, he's brainless, tsk tsk tsk... Leave him alone, let's hurry up and find our own chance. Don't be spoiled by him."

The contempt of everyone did not affect Wei Ge at all. He has no time to manage anything, and a large field of grass is waiting for him to harvest.

If it wasn't for the fear of being seen, he even wanted to release the people in the spirit world and let them solve the world.

At this moment, in the Guiling World, there was a rain of petals, accompanied by countless magic tricks.

In the past, when they practiced, they only had a single exercise. In terms of moves, they didn't mix and match, and they needed to innovate and research on their own.

Now, it has provided so many spell books, which is simply a stroke of genius, don't be too surprised.

Everyone was boiling, rushing over from all directions, in order to participate in the sorting of this book.

There are a lot of repetitions, which can't hold up to many people, and it is not enough for one person to read a book. Therefore, they are all piled up according to various attributes.

In the blink of an eye, it was already as high as a hill, with hundreds of thousands of books. The original library could not hold these books at all.

Fortunately, there was a steward in the library. He was a well-known and learned man. He immediately organized the manpower to rebuild the No. 2 library according to the specifications of the library.

It can be said that because of any of these sudden adventures, the entire quiet world of returning to the spirit has become very lively again.

After an hour of harvesting, he gradually mastered the tricks of harvesting. At this time, he has been able to do half-hearted, that is, from hand to eye to heart, to block all similar books, and try his best to collect those he has never seen.

All this went well, until when he came across an indestructible flower, the short blade in his hand cut out sparks directly, which startled him.

When I looked back, it turned out to be a dark book with only a mysterious and mysterious black character on it, "Fa!"

This book is very thick and distinctive. The rune decoration on it has a golden light edge. Compared with ordinary books, I don’t know how many grades it is high-end.

Ren Yi was overjoyed and left the "law" alone, preparing to have time to study it carefully in the future.

In the days that followed, he discovered twenty or thirty books of this kind one after another, each with a different color, name, and rune. However, these books all had a set of original Feel.

It's just that for some unknown reason, these books will be scattered and thrown into these flowers by people.

When the three hours passed, the rest of the class had the most to gain, only three books on magic, namely Senior Brother No. 9.

The worst harvest is still the waste wood of 102.

I don't know why he was so unlucky, and he didn't get anything one after another. At this time, he could still laugh, and he almost didn't cry.

As for any gains, it was too much, and 90% of the books in it were swept away by him. However, when it was his turn to report the results, he hesitated for a while, not too good to show himself, and chose a comparison Books that are in the middle of the rules are exposed.

There is nothing outstanding about this, so there is no emotion in the crowd.

Feng Zixiu checked the books one by one, and said with some regret: "Alas... it's the same again, our Tiandu Peak has not had any new spells for two hundred years, and if we continue like this, we will compete with the disciples of other peaks. .Ugh……"

No matter how reluctant it is, the countdown to finding the chance for magic is imminent, and there is nothing to wait for, otherwise, you will be trapped here, without food or drink for a hundred years, and there will be no one but ghosts who can survive.

Therefore, a few people rushed out towards the door of light.

Back at the Underworld Temple, Lord Underworld was sitting on the throne of Underworld God, as if he was dozing off, his head a little bit.

Feng Zixiu took a few apprentices and did not bother too much, but chose to quietly withdraw from the hall and headed for the third station.

It was a place called Demon Temple.

If the Underworld Temple makes people feel flustered and frightened, then the Demon Temple is a place that makes people sick and especially destroys the three views.

From the moment they stepped into the door of the main hall, a strong demonic energy was like a mist, shrouding several people, and visions began to appear in front of everyone's eyes. Some people saw innocent children being abused, and some saw girls. Being bullied by demons, with those numb and empty eyes, some people saw a man crawling in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and some saw countless beasts pecking at the corpses of the human race...

Under the same illusion, everyone's stimulation is different. Any illusion you see is actually a blue spirit. She is like a big blue bird, with wings growing on her body and covered with dense Blue feathers.

At this time, she was already inhuman, and with the cold killing intent in her eyes, the history Ren just looked at her, and she couldn't help being stared at.

Cold, cruel, ruthless, plundering...

The various labels of the devil can be reflected on her body.

"No……"

Either collapsed and shouted with all his strength.

The breath of despair was maddening, and he shouted loudly, "Lingling..."