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Based on the dragon's body, build a ghost city in the underworld.

Bai Yujun understood everything almost instantly after hearing the word Longjiaofeng. This ghost city of Fengdu was clearly built with the body of a dragon god. No wonder the city wall is winding and non-linear, winding and undulating, like a snake coiling its body to protect its head in the middle .

The hill in the center of the city is the head of the dragon, and the palace is also built according to the positions of the dragon's eyes and other five sense organs.

Shuangyin Mountain is exactly the double horns of the dragon.

Fengdu Ghost City occupies a vast area, with huge hills, Longjiao Peak soaring into the gray mist that seems to prop up the sky of the underworld, and the black city walls are thousands of miles thick, Bai Yujun can't imagine how strong this dragon is.

Standing on the street and looking back and forth, Moubai felt that he was still young.

"The ruins are tens of thousands of years old. What did the beasts eat to grow so big in ancient times?"

He should be dead, otherwise other creatures would not have built buildings on his body, and countless ghosts would live there. Who killed the giant dragon and used its corpse to build the ghost city of Fengdu?

After the fall of the dragon, the body and soul slowly returned to the origin of heaven and earth.

With the power to strengthen the corpse with mana, build the strongest central ghost city in the underworld, making it difficult for foreign enemies to break through the underworld.

A certain white slender jade finger touched the slightly protruding pretty bridge of the nose, wondering if the analysis would be beneficial.

"The fallen dragon must have hidden treasures. Others can't find the treasures and can only take some worthless things in the end. The treasures must be hidden somewhere in the dragon's head, hidden by secret methods."

Look around.

He went to the base of the wall and sat down to rest against the wall, pressing the stone bricks on the ground with his little hands.

Where there is land, there are leylines. Where there are leylines, dragon energy must be bred to form dragon veins. This is true no matter whether it is a plain or a mountain. Bai Yujun wants to try to find the location of the leylines of the ghost town.

Long Qi went deep into the ground and continued to search.

Close your eyes, calm down...

Naihe Bridge.

The stooped Po Meng smiled, scooped up a ladle of water and drank it, but couldn't taste anything.

Turning his head to look at the ghost city, he seemed to be waiting, muttering something in his mouth that he couldn't remember for thousands of years, the first time a living dragon came to the underworld.

The black-gray palace in the ghost town on the hill is full of candles, and the king wearing a mighty official robe flips through the incomplete ancient books, but looks at the streets down the mountain, with a girl in fairy armor leaning on the wall in her pupils.

Eighteen layers of hell, filled with black and red, the eerie horror cannot be described in words.

A golden cassock monk raised his head and stared quietly...

Bai Yujun couldn't sense too much at a low level of cultivation, but she vaguely knew who was peeping from a distance, and the dragon's energy that went deep into the ground did find the dragon's skeleton, but she couldn't tell other specific details.

I wanted to investigate carefully, but pondered for a moment.

Take back the dragon energy and give up the search.

Stand up and clap your hands to dust off the paper dust, pick up the little doll who made a ghost with grandpa's grandpa's father and throw it beside him, what a poor family, passed down through several generations and finally wiped out.

"The Immortal General...the Immortal General will take me to the Heavenly Court~"

"Little brat, how nice it is to stay honestly in the underworld. To you, the yin energy is like honey, and the yang energy is like poisonous. The sun and the moon shine in the sky, and the yang energy is heavy. If you want to be burned to ashes, go and see."

The little old ghost followed up again.

"Then where are you going now?"

"Go back to the heaven to bask in the sun. If you want to go, you can follow. Be careful that you will not be able to climb up the Wangchuan River if you fall. Honestly, if you are a ghost in this hell, you may become a ghost fairy in the future. You can only go to the heaven after you get a priesthood."

Bai Yujun gave up touching the earth's veins and planned to go back to the heaven to rest and take a bath. No matter who wants to make trouble for herself, I don't!

The little old ghost doll sighed.

"Forget it. If you really do a bad job, you will be really tired. It's not fun to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup and jump into reincarnation and reincarnation."

A certain white head waved his hand without returning.

"Goodbye little brother~"

Passing through the gloomy and dim ghost city at a faster speed, he hurried back to the heavenly soldiers to rest and rest, and called all his men by name to return to the gate of hell to go to the heaven.

...

Fuliang country.

In the palace, the fourth son of the emperor, Zhong Qi, looked at the eunuch who read out the imperial edict in a daze.

Become a prince? Everything feels very unreal? It's unbelievable like a dream.

"His Royal Highness still not accepting the order to thank you?"

The eunuch kindly reminded.

Zhong Qi took a moment to react, and hurried forward to take the imperial decree. In terms of etiquette, there is no need to kneel or kowtow, just thank you and accept the imperial decree. You are dizzy, and you don’t know until your palm touches the imperial decree. It's not a dream, what the white armor goddess will say is true!

"At the beginning when our family saw His Highness, we knew that there must be today. It is true, only His Highness is the real candidate for the crown prince~"

"Gong Zhongguan has worked hard, and a small heart is not enough to pay respect."

"Your Highness, don't do this, the old slave is too late to be happy, absolutely not~"

The old eunuch didn't dare to accept the money, so Zhong Qi had to give up, saying that he would have time to drink tea and wine and sent the old eunuch out of the gate. The wife and concubine at home wept with joy, and the old servant sobbed.

And the prince also sat on the ground after closing the door, afraid that he was dreaming.

Everything is so unreal, before I was at home helplessly waiting for the nightmare to come, several brothers died, honorable ministers and aristocratic family members dared not say a word, Nuo Da's court became a hall of gods, and the people only knew the gods but not The imperial court even cursed the old father until he became old.

It is very strange to say.

Before, the father wanted to designate a few brothers as princes to inherit the great line.

The strange thing is that someone who is unlucky to see who is going shopping is hit by a carriage while shopping and lying at home to recuperate, someone who is hungover in a brothel, someone who participated in the court meeting and was dismissed because of a mistake, something inexplicable that caused the crown prince to hang for a long time, and his reputation is getting better and better in a daze. .

In the end, the candidate for the prince fell on himself.

It doesn't matter if you don't choose, the rest of the brothers are unlucky enough to miss the throne.

Suddenly, he remembered what the white-armored general had said.

"Does any of you still remember where the guest master lived? Hurry up and prepare a gift, I will go to see you in person, by the way, bring all the money at home!"

For people in the ancient times, it would take many days to waste a seemingly short distance.

The Crown Prince of Fuliang Kingdom went to the countryside with gold and silver. He spent more than a month wandering around to find the legendary Zhuquan Temple in Feilai Peak.

The three old Huixian returned with a dozen or so taels of silver they had finally obtained through alms, and they were very happy. After all, they were one step closer to rebuilding Zhuquan Temple.

The wish of the three of them is not to become a god, an immortal or a Buddha.

I just want to repair Zhuquan Temple, and have a shelter from the wind and rain where I can cook and practice.

The silver was circulated and covered with black matter all the year round, and Lao Huixian was too lazy to wash it or was unwilling to wash it clean, fearing that it would lose the scale, so he carried it in his arms and went back to the mountain happily.

Little Shitou, who was walking in front, saw many people at the gate of the temple, and suddenly became anxious.

"Stop! Let go of that broken door!"

Zhong Qi, who was bending over to support the rotten wooden door, was taken aback for a moment, the strength in his hands was out of balance, and he grabbed the wooden door into rotten wood residue and slipped down between his fingers...

"This door... really needs to be repaired."

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