I overturned the car after being scumbag

Netherworld.

The nether world does not distinguish between day and night, and is always in a state of dim light.A wide river divides the Netherworld Fengdu, and both sides of the Minghe River are covered with exotic flowers and plants, but they all exude a strong breath of death.

The netherworld is a realm without a master, and there are many ghosts and ghosts gathered here. It seems that there was a master of the netherworld a long time ago, but although there is no exact time for this master to fall, he is indeed gone.

In today's Netherworld Fengdu, apart from wandering evil spirits and ghost cultivators passing by, the order is maintained by wandering gods enshrined in the world. One of the ways of cultivating these Shinto monks who are incensed by the world is to maintain the Netherworld It's just that in the final analysis, Shinto monks are ghost cultivators without substance, but the way of ghost cultivation is to develop in the direction of Shinto.

In a sea of ​​flowers on the other side in the upper reaches of the Styx River, the flame-like flowers are connected together, and the fiery red is bright. Although this place is beautiful, there are few evil spirits or ghost cultivators. Because this famous ghost cultivator lives here, Temperament is cloudy and cloudy, very weird.

At this moment, this ghost dressed in plumage was sitting by the Styx River fishing. The fishing rod in his hand had no bait, and the hook was straight. However, there were no usable fish in the Styx River.Yuyi Guixiu closed his eyes, as if he felt that the time had come, he opened them slowly, and said with a smile: "The devil is awake?"

As these words fell, it seemed that the flame-like flower of the other shore had come to bloom. With a gust of cold wind blowing, the red petals fell all over the ground. The middle rotates and gathers, the light flickers for a moment, and the falling flowers condense into a human shape.

Jiang Yuanhan just got out of the state of mind, his mind was unstable, he half-kneeled among a clump of green leaves without flowers, he slowly took a breath, sat down simply, reached out and brushed the stain on his sleeves. of dust.

This is his real body that has been repaired without injury and has broken through a small realm.

"The devil has been sleeping for so many years, but the outside world is turned upside down." Guixiu Yuyi put down his fishing rod without turning his head to look at him.

Jiang Yuanhan didn't know that after his body was dissipated, he directly entered the state of mind, and he didn't know how many years he had wasted before he came back. He didn't dare to ask directly, but glanced around. Noticing nothing had changed around him, he said, "How long has it been?"

"12."

12 years...not bad.It's not hundreds of years, this kind of state of mind has existed for a few years, and also for hundreds of years. If it's stuck on the line of life and death, it's not unheard of for thousands of years. Yes, it is not without.

Jiang Yuanhan's mind was in a mess, he really wanted to ask about the little uncle, but it seemed too deliberate to do so, so he resisted the thought of asking, stood up and sat beside him.

Yuyi Guixiu's name is Crane Wangxing, and he is a crane under the half-step golden fairy seat, but he was trapped in a calamity, failed to practice, failed to pass the level of asking the Taoist heart, and almost lost his true spirit.It's just that he is really unwilling, and the remnants of resentment almost rise to the sky. A few years ago, he was an evil spirit that everyone could punish, but now he has awakened, and has become a fisherman on the edge of the Styx River that will never yield results.

Crane Wangxing stopped fishing, turned his head and glanced at him, wanting to take a good look at the Demon Lord Hanyuan after returning from his practice, and just took a look at his face, he was caught by this compelling beauty that he hadn't seen for a long time, and was stunned for a moment , Then pretended to be angry and said: "It's amazing to have a successful cultivation base, and come to take souls from my wild crane?"

When Jiang Yuanhan used to rely on his beauty to commit crimes, he was not uncommon. When this demon was unwilling to do something, he raised his eyes, and some ghost cultivators with insufficient knowledge and skills would be captured immediately. Of course, there was a blessing in magic, but You must also have this unparalleled beauty.

Jiang Yuanhan was taken aback by what he said, and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, I didn't..."

As soon as he stopped talking, he raised his hand to touch his face, and suddenly found that the originally sealed breath of the heavenly spirit body came out again.

His celestial spirit body was inherited from his father, and although he did not inherit it completely, he would not have the magical ability to conceive descendants.But it is indeed a rare spirit body. The purer the spirit, the purer Shinto monk, and the more profound the demon and the spirit of the world, the easier it is to be attracted.

He Wangxing used to be a crane, but now he is a ghost cultivator with a pure mind and a cleansed sin, so he was dazzled by his eyes.

Jiang Yuanhan glanced at him, and mocked lazily: "The thousand-year-old ghost, that's all he has to hold on to."

It's far away from my little uncle.He thought quietly.

He Wangxing withdrew his gaze, handed him a pot of wine that he had prepared for a long time, and said, "You have made a breakthrough, half a step away from the Golden Immortal, and you are only two mental state catastrophes away, right?"

"One more time, Jiu Lei asked the heart." Jiang Yuanhan took a sip of strong wine from the flagon, and pointed to his heart, "The soul was shot by that old pervert, and only this wound remains."

"Penglai Xianzun really can't let you go." He Wangxing teased.

"Do you want this blessing for you?" The strong wine slid down the throat, Jiang Yuanhan put down the jug, looked at the faint blue Styx River, and the countless innocent souls floating in the Styx River, "If you step smoothly Half a step into the Golden Immortal..."

This is a bit far, the world is vast and boundless, the world is boundless, there are more than tens of millions of living beings, and less than five fingers have stepped into the realm of the golden fairy, and you have to count Aunt Qinglin who is half-crazy and unstable. Half-step Golden Immortal.

The road is long and the road leads to the sky.

"Don't put other people's lives on your shoulders." He Wangxing seemed to have a feeling, and turned his head to look at him, but he didn't dare to look at the other person's eyes, but landed on the corner of the Mozu's forehead, "That's just a The life of a mortal is only a few decades, so how can you stir up bloody storms, hundreds of years of ups and downs, dragging in the lives of countless benefactors, and even come back to life?"

Jiang Yuanhan didn't get angry with him after hearing this, but just smiled casually: "Guihe, you don't understand."

His thoughts and the root of his actions may be absurd in the eyes of others, or they may be nonsense. There is really no need to offend the true immortals in the Golden Immortal Realm. They don't understand, but Jiang Yuanhan intuitively feels that , if he told this matter to the little uncle, the other party would definitely understand.

Cultivate the Tao and ask the heart.If you can't overcome any mentality, you can't continue to practice.

He Wangxing didn't want to talk to him, so he didn't mention this matter anymore, but instead said: "Although I don't know your real age, I have known you for 1000 years, your devilish body, why does it look like... …no change?"

Jiang Yuanhan glanced at him expressionlessly, and said, "How would I know."

He is the real body now, apart from the peerless skin bestowed by his parents, he also has some indescribable "hidden diseases", but it's not that problem, but that his magic horns don't grow at all.

Generally speaking, the horns of demon males are more obvious. Jiang Yuanhan's father is a demon king, and the demon horns are dark purple with blood streaks on them. Not to mention murderous, they are at least majestic, ferocious and wild. The peak demon general, although he is a unicorn, is also full of blood, dazzling and imposing, not to mention other demons.

But Jiang Yuanhan, although he is of the royal blood of the Demon Realm, but... his real body does not have any ferocious aura.

On both sides of his forehead, there is a transparent horn, which is very small, about the size of a finger bone, or even a little smaller than that.The tip of the magic horn has a light blood color, and has a very tender and fragile feeling of new life. It doesn't look hard at all, it seems to be a gelatinous texture, and it seems that it will hurt him even if it is blown.

At the beginning, He Wangxing really thought that he would hurt the other party. After knowing the Lord Han Yuan all these years, he really didn't dare to touch his horns at first, but later he found out that Jiang Yuanhan's horns would not grow up at all. , has always been such a small couple, and it almost reveals a feeling of pity that is completely opposite to his personality and behavior.

Jiang Yuanhan was troubled by this at first, but later he got used to it. Anyway, those who dared to laugh at him were buried in the soil.

"It's too small." He Wangxing said, "I heard that the demons all have barbed bone tails. The prototype reaches the sky and the earth. It looks like a strange beast, which is extremely terrifying."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Yuanhan's "extremely terrifying" small body.

"Ghost Crane, you are here to protect me, aren't you just waiting to laugh at me?" Jiang Yuanhan appeared in a half-demon body with only horns and tail exposed, and at this time he closed it angrily. back.

His tail is often mistaken for a fox clan by others, because it has grown into a big ball of fluff, hiding the poisonous thorns and bone whips under the harmless fluff, although it is very lethal, but Appearance... Well, let's not mention it.

It really made Tianxuan attack silent, and Peerless Mengyi shed tears.

Jiang Yuanhan was too lazy to reminisce with him, but directly asked, "Did anything happen in the past 12 years?"

He didn't directly ask questions related to the little master uncle. Since he wanted to select this person strictly, he shouldn't expose him here. I won't bother with the follow-up anymore.But those old perverted subordinates are used to "guessing what they want", if those bastards know about it, it will be difficult to say the safety of the little uncle.

"I've been fishing here all the time, and I'll watch you come back." He Wangxing said confidently, "How do you know what's going on outside? Why don't you go to Fengdu Tea House and ask?"

Jiang Yuanhan also knew that Ghost Crane seldom left the Styx River, so he really got up and prepared to leave. He stopped for a moment, turned his head to look at the fishhook submerged in the water, thought for a while, and deliberately drew out a trace of heavenly spirit The breath of the body was condensed between the fingers, and he snapped his fingers and let it go.

That breath escaped into the still water of the Styx River. Within a short period of three to five breaths, the underwater situation of the Styx River almost changed dramatically. All the water spirits and resentful souls gathered here, and the chaotic breath mixed together, and even the spiritual creatures at the bottom of the water Treasures were also attracted together by this overflowing spiritual breath, and the fishhook that sank into the water began to vibrate rapidly, causing layers of waves on the water surface.

Crane Wangxing let out an "Ouch" and lifted the rod suddenly, hooked straight without bait, and unexpectedly caught a large transparent fish formed by the condensed water spirit from the Styx River!

He is also a ghost cultivator. At this moment, he flicked the fishing rod and opened his mouth to inhale, the watery air was immediately swallowed by him.Crane Wangxing narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and said, "The reward is good, when will Jiang Mojun continue to practice?"

Before he could finish his question, he saw Jiang Yuanhan waved his hands casually. He didn't know if he hadn't decided yet or there were other things, but his figure had disappeared.

After half a candle, Fengdu Tea House.

The Fengdu Tea House was opened by a Shinto monk who was known as the "Nashan Empress" among the people. People from many places visited and prayed for blessings, and set up many temples and shrines.With enough incense and vows to deepen her spiritual practice, she opened a teahouse in the ghost town of Fengdu in the middle of the Netherworld.

The news here is extremely fast and well informed.Empress Nashan has made good friends with many Shinto monks. The news network is mediated by incense and vows, which can almost be said to spread widely in the human world. The cultivation world and the demon world overlap and connect with each other, so the six worlds Many powerful forces often come to Fengdu Tea House.

Jiang Yuanhan didn't hide it, but entered the building in real body.He knows that as soon as he shows up, the news will immediately flow into the ears of many people, but it doesn't matter, since he has started to practice "Explore the Heart", he needs to change his identity again, and obtain love, hatred, anger, and ignorance. way out.

In the originally noisy teahouse, as Jiang Yuanhan stepped in, it suddenly fell into a surprising silence.Many ghost cultivators watched him walking all the way, and the thoughts echoing in their hearts kept ringing: "He's not dead yet?!"

"Hasn't the cold abyss demon Lord been forced to the Tianyi Valley? That is the place where the Penglai upper court kills demons..."

"Although the Penglai Sect is one of the top ten sects of immortals, hasn't the upper court been hidden for a long time? Even though the cold abyss demon is famous, he won't be strangled by the hidden sect..."

"What do you know, I heard it was..."

"Is this not dead? Is this still alive? The bull-nosed Taoists in the Penglai Upper Court are not vegetarians!"

Ghost cultivators have their own skills of silent communication and transmission of spiritual thoughts.Although Jiang Yuanhan could sense it, he didn't bother to care about these things.He pulled away the chair, sat lazily and casually, and looked over with a pair of demonic lavender eyes with a smile, which made the ghost cultivators who were secretly discussing in the teahouse stop talking.

The storyteller in the center of the teahouse stood up and said respectfully: "The demon king is here, and none of the wandering gods guarding the boundary knows about it. I have neglected you."

Most of the guarding wandering gods in the Nether Fengdu are Shinto monks, and they are either subordinates or cooperatives with Empress Nashan. With so many eyes and ears, they don't even know that Lord Hanyuan appeared in Fengdu, which is really unbelievable.

Jiang Yuanhan casually poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "If the wandering gods knew about it, I'm afraid you and the lady Nashan behind you would have already packed up and ran away overnight?"

The storyteller froze for a moment, then smiled apologetically, "Don't misunderstand the devil, how could this happen..."

It really will.Whether it is the Penglai Shangyuan, the master of the hermit cultivator, or the unpredictable and moody Hanyuan Demon Lord among the demons, ordinary monks cannot afford to offend.You must know that although the realm is the same, the gap between monks is huge.If it is purely based on combat power, the cold abyss demon is already recognized as No. 1 in the realm of golden immortals. Hundreds of places fight with the same realm.

Don't say that among these ghost cultivators, there are no ghosts in the Void Realm, even if there are, they may not be able to go through a few tricks under the hands of Jiang Mojun.I'm afraid that only a few immortals from the upper house of Penglai and ring-bearers from the demon world can fight him for a long time.

It's just that the demon world has been closed for a long time, and even the storyteller in the Fengdu teahouse doesn't know what the fighting power of the famous peak demon generals thousands of years ago is now, so they can't sort them out.

The storyteller touched the sweat on his forehead, completely forgetting that he was already a ghost, so he tried to calm down and said, "Is there anything the devil wants to hear?"

In fact, if it wasn't for the property here, he really wanted to run away quickly. While resisting the beauty that came directly in front of him, he also had to persuade himself not to look too much. This was a very torturous thing.

"In the past few years when I was away..." Jiang Yuanhan played with the tea cover casually, lifted the paper-folded tea cover, and gently put it on the pot, "Is there anything interesting?"

He desperately wanted to know the news about Li Chengshuang, but he restrained himself, as if ants were gnawing at his heart densely, enduring it very hard.

The storyteller cheered up, glanced at the ghost cultivators who were quietly retreating, sat down a bit cautiously, thought for a while and said, "There are some..."

While observing Jiang Yuanhan's expression, he slowly told anecdotes or news about the past few years, and when a cup of tea cooled down, he was almost alone in the entire Fengdu teahouse.

My empress Nashan, he couldn't help crying in his heart, what should be done about this, if something is wrong, wouldn't it be his own life!

After being a ghost cultivator for a long time, it is easy to forget that he is dead.The storyteller talked for a long time, but he couldn't tell what the other party wanted to hear. No matter what he was talking about, the other party just looked lazy, playing with the tea cover and teacup in his hand.

"So Cuiming Mountain is still full of red leaves so far, and it may not grow green leaves in the future." After the storyteller finished talking about the soaring snake and half-demon severing grievances and blood raining all over the sky, Jiang Yuanhan seemed to be fine. Interested, he quickly changed the subject, but before he could open his mouth, he saw that the movement in the hands of the demon king stopped.

He heard the other party ask in an extremely pleasant, bewitching, joking tone.

"Confused the blood of the monster race, is Qinglong Zhenjun still not moving?"

The outside world never knew about his relationship with Aunt Qinglin, and naturally he didn't know about his relationship with the Demon Realm, and even knew little about the Demon Realm, which had been neutral for a long time, let alone seeing or hearing about Master Daozu.

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, his mind was running fast, and he replied: "Qing, Qinglong Zhenjun... Zhenjun is busy with the affairs of the demon world, and probably has no time to pay attention to it."

"Something about the demon world?"

This person has some friendship with Linglusu from the demon world, and Taoist Linglu is a disciple of Lord Long, so it is normal to care about him.The storyteller immediately said: "It's the hatching and resurrection of Zhenjun Xuanwu!"

Jiang Yuanhan nodded without saying anything, when he was about to raise his eyes to look at the other party, the storyteller in front of him suddenly turned into a paper man, and was put into the curtain behind the teahouse with a wisp of green smoke. A neutral and kind female voice came.

"The devil wants to see him, Mr. Storyteller is going to be scared out of his wits by you. I am a good concubine. If you have important matters to ask, please come in and see him."

Although Jiang Yuanhan could see that the storyteller's practice was following suit, he didn't point it out. Now that the other party took the initiative to show his appearance in front of him, he stepped into the back of the curtain and saw a circle of dharma behind his head. Empress Nashan of Hua Jinguang.

The other party was wearing a sacred monk's cassock, met with a golden body, was quite sincere, with a slight smile on his face, and said slowly: "Please rest assured, the devil, the spiritual sense is isolated here, and no one will probe what you and I say. "

She is a Shinto monk, and every sentence carries the sandalwood fragrance condensed by the power of incense and fire.

Jiang Yuanhan stared at her for a moment, then weighed Empress Nashan's cultivation in his heart, evaluated the safety of this place, and personally set up an enchantment. Then he didn't turn the corner, and asked straight to the point: "I I want to ask for my friend, what happened to the Soaring Snake Demon Lord who broke out of the encirclement?"

Empress Nashan gave him a surprised look, as if she felt that this question did not involve cultivation secrets, hidden sects or peerless treasures. There is no easy thing, so I let go of my doubts and replied.

"The devil is asking Li Chengshuang, the God of Jade Heaven?"

"Exactly."

"He is dead."

For a moment, Jiang Yuanhan thought that there was something wrong with his ears, which caused such auditory hallucinations.

The author has something to say: the snake sloughs into a mountain without breaking its cocoon, and the Styx flowers bloom for 12 years.

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