I have a promise with the beauty

Roushuizhenren is a strange flower. He accidentally entered the underworld when he was in the Nascent Soul stage, but he was lucky enough to land just outside the indigenous people's territory. He was approached by the territory, and he has lived a life of seclusion and practice ever since.

, the life was dull and boring, the people I saw every day were all indigenous people, and the occasional cultivator would also start to get involved as soon as they met. As time went by, Master Roushui came up with the idea of ​​a brother who likes men, and his life suddenly became leisurely.

A lot, but it turned out that Roushui's fake show was really done.

On the first day Yang Qingshan arrived, Yang Qingshan was spotted by Master Roushui. He looked like he hadn't used it for a long time and pestered Yang Qingshan for half a night until Yang Qingshan returned to the thatched cottage and laid out the trap outside.

After going through one hundred and eight formations, he painfully stood on the thatched house all night, waiting for Yang Qingshan.

"Brother Yang." Master Roushui said with a painful look on his face: "Brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Haha, don't wait brother, I'm a slut." Yang Qingshan said pretentiously, and quickly flew out and released the Spider King, leaving countless spider webs along the way to block the soft eyes of Master Rou Shui, and escaped.

Born.

After crossing the prairie, Yang Qingshan saw the territory of the indigenous people. They were a group of primitive people with a backward civilization. But the indigenous people were not only that, they had a different civilization, which was sacrifice. A Yang Qingshan had thousands of

A complete sacrifice that I didn't expect, offering sacrifices to heaven, earth and ancestors.

The leader of the indigenous people walked over shakily, holding a dragon-bone crutch. He looked at the newly arrived living person Yang Qingshan, looked up and down, and his wrinkled face suddenly deepened, and he said with a smile:

"Xianren Yang will stay here for a few more days."

"You're welcome, I have something to do. I came to see how you are doing this time. I have to go out." Yang Qingshan said respectfully. He had to be respectful, because the old man in front of him was definitely an immortal.

"Do the indigenous people have immortality?" Yang Qingshan's head kept thinking, staring at the old man, and did not speak for a long time.

"Do you have anything to say, Immortal Yang?" the old man asked, seeming to see something, so he smiled calmly and said: "Haha, the indigenous people are also a kind of immortal cultivators, but our cultivation is different.

We don’t have many magic tricks, and we don’t have strong spiritual power, but we have the power of faith that is comparable to divine power.”

The old man said, using his crutch to point to an altar in the distance with a flame-like totem on it: "This is the Flame Tribe. We believe in flames and get the power of faith from the flames, but we have no gods. If there is a god, our

The power of faith can resist spiritual energy and death energy."

"The power of faith." Yang Qingshan stared at the flame-like totem without blinking, and suddenly smiled: "Where is your god?"

"Dead."

Yang Qingshan was stunned and didn't know what to say, but looking at the old man's expression, it seemed that he didn't care at all that their god was dead. The old man saw Yang Qingshan's thoughts and said with confidence: "Gods are also cultivated by humans.

If you become a god, you will die when you die. As long as people are practicing, new gods will appear sooner or later, but...it has been many years, more than a million years, and there is no one who has become a god through cultivation."

"How to practice to become a god?" Yang Qingshan asked curiously.

"God is not an immortal, but a godhead. He combines all the spiritual energy in his body into one body and smelts it into a grid. The grid is the only existence in the world that can store the power of faith. Having a godhead is a god. He has the power of thousands of faiths and is refined into divine power.

"Xianren Yang, what level of cultivation are you at now?" the old man said with a smile.

"The integration period is..."

"I know that there is a good situation in the adult stage. Under that situation, it is the only opportunity to understand the power of faith. If you miss it, you will lose the opportunity forever." The old man said mysteriously.

"What's better?" Yang Qingshan leaned over and asked. As a result, the old man chuckled and walked slowly towards the altar with a cane.

"Brother Yang..." Rou Shui's soft voice, which could melt anyone's bones, sounded. Yang Qingshan felt his arm being hugged, and immediately shivered and asked if something was wrong?

"It's okay, I just want to tell you something."

"If you have something to say, please say it. I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid." Master Rou Shui said heartbrokenly, hugging him tighter: "This old man is the leader of the Flame Tribe. Every time a new living outsider comes here, he will talk about the power of faith and godhead.

, Haha, I don’t know what the plan is. Anyway, there are at least hundreds of people here who heard what he said, but none of them have cultivated the godhead. It’s a pity. Brother Yang, what exactly is the godhead?

.”

"I don't know, who knows? The old man stopped talking after he said it, pretending to be cool." Yang Qingshan said contemptuously.

"Yes, I despise him. Brother Yang is sincere, kind and cute. Come on, let's go have a drink and eat some mutton." Master Roushui smiled and hugged Yang Qingshan and was about to go to his house.

Yang Qingshan wanted to resist, but Master Roushui was a weirdo. After entering the underworld and changing his gender, his cultivation level improved rapidly. He became an immortal in the Nascent Soul stage. Although Yang Qingshan was in the combined stage, he was invincible in the Dacheng stage, but facing

He was still a bit weak against immortals, so he was kidnapped by Master Rou Shui and taken to his home with a bitter look on his face.

Master Roushui's home was simple and innocent, with only simple flowers, plants, birds and animals, and two little medicine boys inside, which surprised Yang Qingshan.

"Haha, this is a talented indigenous person found among the indigenous people. I begged the old man to be a medicine boy for me. Brother Yang, I also have four female medicine boys. Do you want them?" Master Roushui laughed.

He said hehe, and clapped his hands, and four female medicine girls walked over.

"You're not..."

"I am, but these female medicine girls are just here to entertain me. To be honest, in this place, there are really... too few people with good looks like Brother Yang." Master Roushui burst into tears and stretched out his hand.

He wanted to use his hands and feet against Yang Qingshan.

"No, no, no, please help..."

"It's no use shouting until your throat is broken." Master Roushui laughed evilly, but he retracted his outstretched hand. With a wave of his hand, the four female medicine girls retreated. Then Master Roushui said with a smile: "Yang

Brother, I’ve found out exactly what you’re here for, do you want me to help you?”

"Oh?" Yang Qingshan suddenly discovered that Master Roushui was normal. The sharp contrast shocked Yang Qingshan, and he was speechless for a while looking at Master Roushui.

"Haha, is it weird? It's too boring here, let's have some fun." Master Roushui said seriously: "Brother Yang, how is it outside?"

"There's a war going on."

"A war? Who is fighting whom? Are the four divine beasts fighting? Or have the demons found an exit and entered the outside?" Master Rou Shui said.

"Log Realm." Yang Qingshan said these three words lightly. Master Roushui was stunned and said: "Going to the Log Realm to hunt for treasures so soon? Ridiculous, ridiculous, the treasure is in the underworld, not in the Log Realm."

Yang Qingshan could hardly believe his ears. What does it mean that the treasure is in the underworld but not in the log world?

"I have been trapped in the underworld for more than 600,000 years. I have survived until now by relying on the power of faith in the flame totem. However, the price is that my cultivation has grown slowly. I have learned a lot about the underworld in 600,000 years.

My secret, Brother Yang, do you want to hear it?"

"Senior, what do you think?" Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly.

"Okay, let me tell you, but don't be surprised, because I don't believe it either. This is just the most mysterious legend among the thousands of legends in the underworld." Master Roushui said with a smile: "The underworld and the log world are...

…It’s connected.”

With a bang, Yang Qingshan's head seemed to explode. This legend was too mysterious. The most mysterious world in the world was connected to the log world. Yang Qingshan's face could not help but change colors. It looked very similar.

I was asking something, but I endured it.

"Don't be surprised. This is just a legend. No one has really gone from the underworld to the log world, and no one has really gone from the log world to the underworld. No." Master Roushui smiled and waved his hand. The table was already full.

After the food and wine were served, Master Roushui, who had been serious just now, became excited again and moved his hands and feet towards Yang Qingshan.

Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly. Only he knew what happened to him. He entered the underworld by mistake when he went to the log world through the cracks in space. At first, Yang Qingshan only knew that it was the old man Tianyue who did it, but now that he thinks about it,

Old man Tianyue's strength has not returned to the immortal level. Now he can't even defeat himself. Why should he do anything? He must know the secret that the log world and the underworld are connected, so he can easily send himself away while he is traveling.

Arrived in the underworld.

"Old man Tianyue, how much are you hiding from me?" Yang Qingshan secretly scolded old man Tianyue, and drank a lot with Master Roushui back and forth before escaping.

As soon as Yang Qingshan returned to his thatched cottage, he saw several indigenous people waiting for him. When he went to ask, he learned that the clan leader was going to hold a ceremony for him to sacrifice heaven and earth and ancestors, saying that he wanted to see if Yang Qingshan would become a god.

Hope, this is a process that every newly arrived living person must go through, and no one can escape it.

Yang Qingshan suddenly realized that after entering the indigenous territory, he smiled bitterly more and more often.

The entire aboriginal territory became busy. Not only them, but also the fighting immortal cultivators and demon cultivators stopped and rushed to the altar to watch the fun. The smiles on their faces were obvious.

I know it's schadenfreude.

"Why are they laughing like this?" Yang Qingshan asked an indigenous man next to him.

"They're not serious enough."

"Oh, I understand." Yang Qingshan said depressedly, and began to pretend to understand. He walked towards the altar in the ancient dance of the indigenous people. He saw a huge snow-white lotus at a glance. He smiled at the patriarch beside the lotus and said: "It's so huge.

The lotus flower will not let me sit in it."

"Exactly."

"Then...I'm going in."

Yang Qingshan did not hesitate much. He walked into the huge snow-white lotus as the Romans did, and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform like a boy. He looked stupidly at the indigenous tribe leader who began to offer sacrifices to him. Then the lotus rose to the sky amidst the singing, and returned to the sky.

A raging fire was lit.

"Haha, another one is being lit." The cultivators laughed evilly. Yang Qingshan's face turned dark in the lotus. Could he be a sacrifice? The elder's head was so stupid that he wanted to escape, but found that the lotus was trapped.

Yang Qing couldn't help but be shocked by all his cultivation.