Shuttle between Two Worlds: Establishing Ancestral Family from the World of Nine Uncles

"I have put a spell on you. If you practice in seclusion in the future, it will be fine. If you dare to harm others, I will definitely react. No matter how many thousands of miles away, I will kill you. Do you understand?" Ji Ping?

said sharply.

When the two demons saw that Ji Ping would not kill them, they were overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed: "Don't worry, young hero, my husband and I will return to the mountain to practice and never step into the human world again. Don't worry!"

Ji Ping shook his head, not knowing whether this was right or wrong.

Zhao Ling'er, on the other hand, held his arm with a smile and said with a smile: "I knew my brother was kind-hearted and would let them go."

Lin Yueru saw the two demons leaving and looked at Ji Ping suspiciously: "Did you really cast a spell? You didn't want to scare them, right?"

"You have to take care of it!" Ji Ping said angrily, thinking that he didn't have a good impression of the person who almost killed him.

"My benefactor, thank you for your help! Our home is not far away in Baihe Village, and we have invited three benefactors to come and serve tea at the humble residence." The bold girl stepped forward and said.

This was a necessary step in the plot. Ji Ping did not refuse. After saving the other girls, he and Ling'er left with the girl named Huiniang.

As for Lin Yueru, she also followed behind.

"Miss Lin, why don't you go home and follow us?" Ji Ping frowned.

Lin Yueru snorted and hugged Huiniang's arm: "I am also a benefactor. Huiniang also invited me. Who is following you?"

Ji Ping ignored Lin Yueru. This girl was spoiled by her father, so it was better not to talk back. He was afraid that he would be the one to suffer in the end.

After arriving at Baihe Village, the girls' parents thanked the three of them and treated them warmly.

After having a full meal, Ji Ping was ready to move on, but Zhao Linger's expression changed slightly as she looked into the distance.

"Ling'er, what's wrong?" Ji Ping asked quickly when he saw this.

Zhao Ling'er pointed to the distance and said: "Brother, there seems to be something there, and it seems to be calling me to go there."

"Oh, benefactor, we can't go there." Hui Niang said quickly, "Heishui Town on the other side of the river is full of zombies. They are very powerful. Fortunately, they are afraid of water and cannot come to our Baihe Village. Otherwise, we would have moved there long ago.

Let’s go.”

Zhao Ling'er wondered: "Since there are zombies, why don't you ask an expert to eliminate them?"

Huiniang's father replied: "My benefactor didn't know. There is a Jade Buddha Temple in the northwest. It is a solemn ancient temple. There are eminent monks in it. But none of the people sent to invite the master to subjugate the demons came back, so we are dead."

This idea."

Zhao Ling'er felt something was wrong as soon as she heard it. She was afraid that the Jade Buddha Temple was not a clean place either.

"Brother, let's go there and have a look."

Ji Ping naturally had no objection. He knew that there was an earth spirit bead in Zombie Town, and it was something he had to get, especially after listening to the fortune teller's words.

"Ling'er, let's go back tomorrow. Let's have a good rest today." Ji Ping saw that after three days in the dungeon, it would be almost dawn outside and he must leave.

Zhao Ling'er nodded, and the two of them stayed at Hui's house today, including Lin Yueru who had been following her.

…

After returning to the main world, Ji Ping took a look at the sky. It had just turned dark and Jiang Li was still asleep, so there should be no problem.

"I'll have to sleep in separate rooms from now on to avoid her finding any flaws." Ji Ping thought thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, he began to explore this harvest.

He and Zhao Ling'er probably killed more than two hundred little snake monsters, bringing back 3520 points of strange aura, 854 points of cultivation and merit, and as much as a thousand taels of silver, but they couldn't bring them out because they were all left behind by the two big monsters.

property under.

Name: Ji Ping

Lifespan:22/88(17/100)

Qualification:Fan (60/100)

Realm: Middle stage of Qi training (2817/4000)

Kung Fu: Huang Di Nei Jing (Fan)

Accumulated merit: 7447

Merit:3077

Strange aura:3260

Ancestral Court Functions: Blue Star (permanent copy), General Tomb (archive copy)

Lingtian: one acre, 80 Linggu plants (1/10th day), 2 Lingzhi plants (1/20th day)

Weird Ranch: Weird in White (1)

Ancestral Court Advancement: Small Achievements (7447/10000)

[When the cumulative merit reaches 10,000, the Humanity Pavilion can be opened]

"It's a pity that those two monsters were not killed, otherwise they would probably be promoted to a higher level."

Ji Ping slept in the dungeon world for a while, and now he was not sleepy at all. He carefully got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left the room.

When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw Xiaoyu guarding the door.

"Master, I'm back." Xiaoyu stepped forward to report, "Yesterday I went to Jiangjun Mountain to investigate all night, and finally I found the zombie's lair, but it seems that there is more than one."

Ji Ping snorted and asked, "How many did you see?"

"Probably, there are three of them. One of them is so powerful that he almost spotted me." Xiaoyu said with lingering fear.

Ji Ping frowned. The person who could scare Xiaoyu was definitely not an ordinary white zombie. Could there be a more advanced existence?

Where there is Uncle Jiu, there must be zombies and ghosts, but this is probably too much.

"I understand, you go and have a rest." Ji Ping nodded.

Xiaoyu, however, still stood in front of the door and said with a smile: "Master, I am weird and don't need to rest. I will help you guard your wife here."

"Okay, don't mess with her, or she will kill you." Ji Ping reminded.

After walking out of the house, Ji Ping heard a cry of death and took a closer look. Ergou and Xiaosaner were already taking Qingzhuang for training.

Seeing the clan leader coming, everyone hurried forward to salute.

"Have you had breakfast?" Ji Ping asked with a smile.

Ji San'er replied: "Chief, with the golden rice you gave us, we don't have to eat!"

"It's okay not to eat staple food, but you can't skip the meat. Don't train too intensively, and balance work with rest." Ji Ping didn't know much about training, but he was also afraid that Ji San'er would wear down these loyal and fanatical fans.

Ji San'er nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

Now that the whereabouts of the zombies have been found, the situation is far beyond expectations, and I don't know whether Uncle Jiu is clear about the situation.

With Ji Ping's current strength, he can handle Bai Zhan alone, but according to Xiaoyu, there is a stronger zombie among them, which he may not be able to handle.

After thinking for a while, he was going to talk to Uncle Jiu to see how he should deal with it.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Jiang Li, still wearing red clothes, coming in a hurry, holding a long sword in his hand, and his face was full of evil!

"You, you killed Xiaoyu?" Ji Ping's first thought was of Xiaoyu, but when he took a closer look, he saw a floating figure following Jiang Li, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Li glared at Ji Ping and said sternly: "I know the female ghost who is thinking about you! Don't you feel the strong death aura?"

Death energy? Ji Ping didn't practice Taoism or anything like that. He could only use his true energy to detect and sense it in the direction pointed by Jiang Li. He did feel the strong smell of blood!

"Many people died, probably no less than a few hundred." Jiang Li said coldly, "Xiaoyu, you go to investigate the situation first. The young master and I will be there soon."

"Oh, okay, ma'am." Seeing that Ji Ping had no objection, Xiaoyu drifted away.

Ji Ping had no magic weapons and could not use the Xuanyuan Sword. He could only hold an ordinary stainless steel sword in his hand, and together with Jiang Li, they quickly flew in the direction of the bloody smell.

After about three or four miles, the smell of death and blood became stronger and stronger. If he hadn't killed many monsters in the dungeon during this period, Ji Ping would have vomited it out.

It had just dawned, and there were few pedestrians on the road, so no one seemed to have noticed anything unusual.

After another two or three miles, Ji Ping and Jiang Li finally arrived at their destination!

Zhangjiacun!

It was deathly quiet. Except for the gentle breeze, Ji Ping didn't hear any sound. It was abnormal, this was too abnormal.

He hurried into the village, and as soon as he stepped into it, a strong smell of blood came with the north wind, making his stomach churn!

Immediately afterwards, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the situation in front of him made even a man who kills monsters like hemp couldn't help but tremble!

Dead, all dead!

Hundreds of corpses, both men and women, old and young, all turned into extremely twisted forms, stacked together to form a huge Beijing view!

Ji Ping looked around and saw that there were several people he had just met yesterday, including the head of Zhangjia Village!

Even Xiaoyu, who was so weird, turned even paler and hid in the ancestral world with a cry!

"Who did this?!" Ji Ping's hands couldn't help trembling, and his mind went blank. He had only seen this kind of situation once in the history books.

"The method of gathering souls is coming soon on July 15th. The gates of hell are wide open. Some people want to disturb the world." Uncle Jiu also arrived. Looking at the situation in front of him, he said in a calm voice, "This is not the first one, and it will not be the first one."

Last together."

Ji Ping sat down on the ground and took a handful of dirt, which was still stained with solidified blood.

"Will our Ji family also have such a day?" Ji Ping murmured.

When Ji Ping saw this scene, he vaguely understood what Zhao Ling'er was thinking. Perhaps the situation she had seen when she was a child was ten times more tragic than this.