The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"Oh..." Xuanyuan responded without much interest. He glanced at Guo Gan's expression of smugness and gloating, then curled the corners of his lips and smiled faintly, "Is it Yuntian?"

Guo Gan raised his head high, looking extremely proud: "Isn't it! I said he was not a good guy, but my father refused to believe it. Humph, now the facts are in front of him, he finally admits that I am right and he is wrong!"

Yuntian's father and Guo's father are close friends. Guo Gan knew Yuntian when he was very young. The two can be called childhood sweethearts. But for some reason, Guo Gan didn't like Yuntian since he was a child. He thought he was a smiling tiger.

Guo Gan felt that Yuntian was the kind of villain who smiled on his face, but he didn't know what he was calculating in his heart. He was full of conspiracy and intrigue. Anyway, he was not a good person. It must be said that although Guo Gan was a little bit second-year, he was actually very perceptive.

Perhaps simple people have this talent. They can always keenly find out who is sincere to them, who is false, who has evil intentions, and who is secretly calculating.

"What happened to Yuntian in the end?" Xuanyuan pressed his forehead. He was not in the mood to care about this matter, so he asked in a perfunctory manner.

In response to Xuanyuan's question, Guo Gan's handsome face suddenly showed a complex expression of gloating, depression, dissatisfaction, sarcasm and regret. He sighed and shook his head and said, "The evil ghost ran to Yuntian for revenge, but unfortunately he failed."

"Brother said that Yuntian could use this kind of ghostly means to harm us. There must be another mystery. It is very likely that he has several treasures on him, so he can escape the revenge of the evil ghost." Guo Gan was full of regret and depression. He was very unhappy because Yuntian was punished.

Xuanyuan chuckled, and a sharp look flashed across his brows: "Do you think he escaped this disaster? It's just that it's not that the time for retribution has not come yet." His thin lips were slightly hooked, and he was smiling and talking, but his eyes were dark and cold.

Xuanyuan has already comprehended some of the rules of the underworld, and naturally knows that some things are really done by people and watched by God. If it is not repaid now, it's just that the time has not come yet. Even if you can avoid these retributions in the dark when you are a human, after death, everything can't be covered up.

Because in addition to the Naihe Bridge, Mengpo, Wangxiangtai and Sansheng Stone, there is also the Sin Mirror Platform in the underworld. There are no good people in front of the Sin Mirror Platform. If the deceased has done many evil things in his life, he will be led to the Sin Mirror Platform, and all the evil things he has done in his life will be revealed without any cover-up.

The soul ascends to the Sin Mirror and shows its original form, subtracting words and stealing texts to secretly supplement the scriptures. The underworld law is selfless and real, and the living people who do evil will be severely punished.

The laws of the underworld cannot be shaken or changed by anyone. You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever.

After sending Guo Gan away with a few words, Xuan Yuan went to rest in the room prepared by Guo Gan for him. However, he felt that it was a bit inconvenient to stay in someone else's house, so he was thinking about whether to buy a house.

Speaking of which, this modern society is troublesome. In the past, in the world of cultivation, it was so easy to find a place to live. You could just find a mountain to dig a hole and build a thatched hut somewhere to occupy the land as your home. It's not like now, you have to spend money to find a place to live.

"Higanbana, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, the leaves fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never be seen again..." Half leaning on the soft bed, Xuan Yuan held the enchanting fiery red flower picked from the bank of the Forgetful River and the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore in his hand.

Although this Higanbana grows in the underworld, the breath of the flower is very clean. It is not contaminated with yin energy, nor is it resentful and dead. It doesn't look like a flower blooming in the underworld at all. The breath is so clean and fresh that it makes people fall in love with it.

"It's a pretty good spiritual material, but unfortunately I'm not an alchemist, otherwise I should be able to use it to refine a good elixir." Xuan Yuan sighed as he shook the red spider lily in his hand with a little regret.

But he thought about it and felt that there was nothing to regret. Anyway, at his level of cultivation, elixirs were just external things, and it didn't matter whether he had them or not. It was also good to keep this red spider lily as a souvenir.

After all, this was Xuan Yuan's first time to set foot in the Yellow Springs Hades and the first time he saw the vast and surging Forgetful River. In Xuan Yuan's original world of cultivation, the Hades and Hades have always been a legend, and no one has ever really set foot there, not even Xuan Yuan.

Because in the world of cultivation, once a cultivator embarks on the path of cultivation, there is no chance of reincarnation at all. When a cultivator dies, his soul is truly scattered. Unless the cultivator is about to die, his true spirit is taken and sent to the fetus, otherwise there will be no next reincarnation.

Xuan Yuan pressed his forehead, and felt the exhaustion that was constantly sweeping through his soul. He finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep. The road is long, and the forced interpretation and understanding of the road and the rules consumed Xuan Yuan a lot. At this time, he needed to rest well before he could recover.

This sleep was very long. When Xuan Yuan woke up, he saw that it was pitch black, as if it was midnight, and the cold air was lingering on the earth. No, this cold air did not come from the sudden drop in temperature at midnight, but because -

Xuan Yuan's eyes were like lightning, looking at a pitiful ghost child curled up in the corner of the room. It was a child about five or six years old, with slightly curly black hair, a pale face, and big and dark eyes. He was wearing a cute children's clothing, but there were a few bloodstains on his clothes.

The child looked extremely gloomy, his eyes were wide open, but there was not a trace of light in his dark eyes, it was pitch black and dead silent. He curled up in a corner, staring at Xuan Yuan with his eyes open. His expression was one of fear and panic. His thin and pale arms were holding himself tightly, and he looked at Xuan Yuan with extreme vigilance.

This is a ghost child who died in childhood and never experienced all the beauty, tenderness, and brilliance of the world. The resentment of the child is extremely huge. Because of this, if a ghost child appears in the world, it will be more terrifying than a fierce ghost.

Xuanyuan sat up from the upper half of the soft bed. His dark eyes were deep, and there was a cold and sharp light in them. His thin red lips were slightly hooked. He was obviously smiling, but there was no softness at all. Instead, he was very sharp, with overwhelming pressure and power.

"Are you here to deal with me?" With one hand supporting his chin, Xuanyuan smiled faintly, his long eyebrows slightly raised, and his expression was indifferent and calm, as if he didn't care about the ghost child who appeared here at all.

The ghost child curled up in the corner with his arms folded and buried his head deeply, burying his slightly curly head in his arms, trembling slightly because of fear, and didn't dare to look Xuanyuan in the eye. He was very scared. Although Xuanyuan was asleep when he came, the terrifying pressure was still there, like a thorn in his back, making him dare not act rashly.

As Xuan Yuan woke up, the pressure that seemed to freeze the entire space was even more terrifying. He wanted to shrink into a corner to avoid this pressure. It was not that the ghost child did not want to leave, but the people who drove him wanted him to deal with Xuan Yuan.

He could not resist the ban, but he did not have the courage to attack Xuan Yuan, so he could only stay in the corner in a cowardly and pitiful manner, hoping that Xuan Yuan would not find him and let him squat here to raise mushrooms forever.

"Are you driven here again?" Xuan Yuan saw the ban that imprisoned the ghost child at a glance. He sneered, and the breath around him suddenly became sharp and cold.

He originally ignored the provocation of the ant, but if the ant did not know what was good for him and jumped around to cause trouble again and again, Xuan Yuan was not a man without temper, and would really indulge the ant to keep jumping around.

With a wave of his hand, Xuan Yuan directly untied the restrictions on the ghost boy. When he was confused by the sudden freedom, Xuan Yuan slightly curled his lips, and the smile on the corner of his lips was mischievous, as if with a little malice: "Go, go find the person who drove you here."

The ghost boy raised his head and screamed. The originally slightly pale and gloomy face suddenly turned purple, and the nails on his hands suddenly became longer and sharper. The ten fingers were purple, sharp and terrifying. The ghost boy suddenly disappeared from the spot, obviously looking for Yuntian.

Xuan Yuan curled his lips slightly, and disappeared in the room with a move. He had planned to follow the ghost boy to find Yuntian. Since he had provoked him again and again, he had to be prepared to pay the price.

The ghost boy was very fast, and gusts of cold wind blew. Of course, the path taken by this kind of ghost is different from that of ordinary people. With the help of the shadows everywhere in the city, the ghost boy went to a high-end apartment complex in City A at a very fast speed and with a clear goal.

"Is this the place?" Xuan Yuan was suspended in mid-air, looking at the room behind the window through the glass with a deep and cold gaze.

When Xuan Yuan stopped outside the window, Gui Tong had already appeared in the bedroom quietly. At this time, he had changed a lot. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was purple, and his fingernails were several inches long, sharp and pointed.

Looking at Yun Tian who was still sleeping on the bed, Gui Tong's eyes flashed with deep hatred and fear, but the next moment, hatred overwhelmed those fears, and he instinctively rushed towards Yun Tian who had always driven him to do evil.

Ding Ling Ling! ! !

Just as Gui Tong rushed towards Yun Tian, ​​a very piercing bell suddenly rang. Shocked by the bell, Gui Tong, who was originally fierce, suddenly let out a wail. He seemed to be suddenly forced back by a mysterious force, wailing and flying away.

"Even with the Soul-Calming Bell here, you little ghosts dare to attack me?" A cold and cruel voice suddenly sounded. Yuntian, who had been sleeping, sat up at some point, and looked at the ghost child who was lying on the ground and wailing with a pair of cruel and cold eyes.