Reward and punishment envoy

At the beginning of other people's solo exploration of the world, the sun is in the east and the sky is clear, implying that you will embark on a bright and smooth road.

But Du Yuan left Mengjiao Port before the curfew.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the murderous night is high, the mass graves in the silent dense forest.

That's right, the first stop of Du Yuan's departure from the city was the mass grave outside Yixiantian Valley, the closest to Mengjiao Port.

"Huhuhu, it smells so good!"

"This is the taste of fresh meat!"

The inland night is the world of ghost cultivators. Except for the official roads, cities and other territories, ghost cultivators wander around, hunting and killing at will.

No one dares to come to cemeteries, cemeteries and other places at night.

Tonight, there is a guy with a glowing head who came here alone.

It was as if a little sheep ran into a pack of wolves, causing the ghost cultivators who had just awakened to dance all over the sky with excitement, roaring and howling.

Du Yuan strolled to the middle of the mass grave, took out a chair, a tea table, and a teapot with a strong aroma, and sipped tea leisurely.

The ghost cultivators looked at each other in astonishment, thinking that this unscrupulous kid was a junior from the ghost king's family.

Before they could communicate, a vermilion door suddenly appeared behind Du Yuan.

"It will be done in five minutes."

With these words, the rich door slowly opened, and the Yin Qi that made all the ghosts intoxicated burst out.

Those low-level ghost cultivators, fascinated by Yin Qi, with red eyes and tears streaming down their face, swam against the wind from all directions, rushing towards the gate of the underworld, crowding into a river of souls.

The strange thing is that the Soul River, where ghosts danced wildly, passed by Du Yuan, as if encountering a rock, it separated automatically, and after it came behind, it merged and moved forward.

Ghost cultivators below the ghost king don't know why, but those ghost kings can see it.

When the vermilion gate opened, several giant ghost kings who were fully armed to the teeth, holding huge shields, formed a circular formation around the bald young man, protecting his place so that no water could enter.

Ghost cultivation relies on the aura of the yin attribute, and can also devour the soul and nourish the soul with the soul.

There are not many natural gathering places in the world, but there are many people.

Cultivating in the way of nourishing the soul is fast and refreshing, so ghost cultivators wandering in the world will practice in this way.

When ghosts cultivate to the ghost king stage, they can also rely on devouring the flesh of living people to create a Yin body, killing two birds with one stone.

However, killing evil will cause great damage to luck.

Fortunately, there is no catastrophe in the world, otherwise ghost cultivators in the world would not be able to survive the catastrophe.

Although the Yin Physique Ghost King is strong, he is still not on the right path of cultivation.

The yin life of ghost cultivators does not increase but decreases. Only by breaking through to the Underworld Sage can the yin life be increased.

In order to break through to the Underworld Sage, ghost cultivators will hide back in the Nether Cave, meditate to eliminate karma, and accumulate luck. Without special events, they will never leave the Nether Cave.

Therefore, the highest level of cultivation in the Mass Burial Mound is only a few ghost king stages. After all, the most stable structure is the pyramid structure, and the masters will not be concentrated in one place.

The mass graves near Mengjiao Port have existed for an unknown number of years. The ghost kings headed by them all have high-grade Yin bodies, and their strength is not at all comparable to that of the monks of the Void God Stage.

But the tiger couldn't stand the pack of wolves.

After so many years in Du Yuan's underworld, no ghost king with a high-grade Yin body has appeared, and it is not easy to give birth to an underworld sage. However, under the full supply of pure yang peach wood, ghost kings with Yin bodies can be found everywhere.

Especially the two armies of the underworld, after countless expansions, have long been different from the past. It is true that there are as many ghost kings as dogs, and their yin bodies are walking all over the ground.

Seeing all this, these high-quality ghost kings felt uneasy.

While they were still hesitating, the low-level ghost cultivators all entered the gate of the underworld, and the Dingsheng army had surrounded the mass graves and ordered the death cavalry to charge.

After all, Du Yuan only gave him 3 minutes, and it took more than a minute to accept the low-level ghost cultivators. The Dingsheng army had no time to waste, so they fought without declaring martial arts and launched a surprise attack.

When the death cavalry ran halfway, the sky was full of pure yang arrows, like a waterfall of stars, pouring down towards the intermediate and high-level ghost cultivators.

"No!"

"I surrender!"

"I don't want to die."

……

There was a burst of ghost crying and mourning, and after the horses rode rumbling, several high-grade ghost kings in the mass grave were trampled to pieces by the death cavalry.

There were only some incomplete corpses that could not be identified, hanging on the cavalry horses.

The strength of ghost cultivator's yin body is not only to make ghost cultivators no longer afraid of Yin-restraining aura, but also to provide strength, defense and recovery beyond ordinary body-training cultivators.

If the yin body is broken, although it will make their yin body downgrade, it will not kill them.

As long as they are willing, they can condense the broken corpses at any time and regain their lives.

These are all well-known things, so those corpses were thrown in front of Du Yuan.

"Hee hee, my lord, let me come!"

When Du Yuan put down the teacup in his mouth and was about to ask, Tang Guiwang twisted the water snake's slender waist, and Pingting moved to his side.

The purpose this time is to find out where the ghost city is, and to find suitable mortals to seize the house. Of course Du Yuan will bring the queen to interrogate.

"Go ahead and save time."

Du Yuan picked up the tea bowl that he had just put down, and after nodding in agreement, he used the lid to draw the mouth of the bowl, and continued to sip tea.

Afterwards, under Tang Ghost King's sinister and charming smile, Mass Burial Mound Ghost King was imprisoned by a special device and escorted into the gate of the underworld.

After a while, he walked back.

"My lord, I have already asked you what you need to know, but don't be angry!"

Tang Guiwang stood beside Du Yuan with a sad expression.

"Speak!"

Du Yuan grabbed the tea bowl and temporarily stopped tasting tea.

"The ghost market is on the official road, and it only appears at night."

"There is another black market there. Any living person can enter as long as they hold a black market token. All shady transactions are there, including the trafficking of living people."

"The dignitaries in the inland all like to go there and enjoy all kinds of perverted pleasures."

"The degree of nausea is even worse than Duanhunpo..."

Tang Guiwang's words became softer the more he said, for fear of offending the kind-hearted and domineering Palace Master himself.

With a click, Tang Guiwang immediately stopped narrating, and stepped forward to wipe the tiles and tea in Du Yuan's hands.

"No wonder, the inland people will obediently accept the curfew. It turns out that the red light district is in a ghost city!"

Du Yuan knows that it can make people get the ultimate happiness, either great good or great evil.

Everyone in the world is chasing power, wealth, sex, and strength, but for the truly powerful, these are within easy reach.

What can satisfy them has become incredible.

Are works of art really valuable?

No, what really matters is that they understand what others don't understand!
Is luxury really valuable?

No, what really matters is that no one else has, they have!
Everyone is suffering, but he is happy alone. True happiness is always based on the suffering of others.

Are those who go around doing charity really good?
Not necessarily!
Perhaps, they are just pursuing the feeling of being worshiped by thousands of people and condescending.

Are those monsters that wreak havoc in the world really evil?
Hard to say!
Perhaps, they just want to return to their homeland occupied by others, and live their own life quietly.

Therefore, it is a paradox at all for Du Yuan to be rewarded and punished by the Dao of Heaven.

What Du Yuan really wants to do is to take the people he cares about to the top of the world, and then set the rules according to his own preferences.

"Hehe, step back, I'll go to the ghost market to see and see!"

With a wave of Du Yuan's hand, the Dingsheng army returned to the underworld.

He took the token that Tang Guiwang handed over, which was as black as ink, like wood but not wood, iron but not iron, and flew towards the official road with Yujian.

Originally, the caravan traveled overnight and only dared to walk along the official road. Even flying at low altitude would attract the attack of ghost cultivators.

And as long as you see a ghost market, you must stop no matter how urgent you are. Anyone who breaks into a ghost market without a black market token is a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

But the gathering place of ghost cultivators near this section of the official road has been taken over by Du Yuan, so he can fly freely.

Du Yuan flew along the official road in the middle of the night, and finally saw a foggy, green fluorescent place ahead.

So, he hung the black market token around his neck, landed on the official road, and strode in.