New White Snake Asking Immortals

Bai Yujun is very serious in his practice and enlightenment.

Specializing in the ability to increase a sense of security and facilitate predation, making money and keeping money is considered a hobby, and other simple dabblings are too lazy to delve into, resulting in half-baked skills from time to time, such as the half-hearted sword control skills.

Butian had secretly arranged his tactics before, and had spread out many clones.

Including the dragon-scale clones who assisted Zuo Zhenbei to suppress the ancient battlefield, due to certain dragon biases or simply not caring, they had nothing to do after completing their tasks. As time went by, they gradually developed self-awareness.

Just some scales or even a breath of dragon energy, full of spirituality, it is easy to give birth to oneself.

Bai Yujun was frozen in Tianzhu Peak and could not move. Most of the many clones that were scattered were at ease, and only a few of them dissipated.

At this moment, in the underworld.

A slender figure with a knife on his shoulder was wandering around the underworld, dressed as an ordinary swordsman, dusty with travels, complaining about the dust and lifelessness everywhere in the underworld. He could only eat some flowers from the other side to satisfy his thirst, and stared at a few shadow trees. I have been using fairy grass for a long time, but it is a pity that it is difficult to obtain it with the help of ferocious beasts.

Wandering around in boredom with a flower stem in his mouth.

He raised his foot and kicked away the stupid lonely ghosts, passed through the underworld recruitment office where ghost soldiers were recruited, and tried to dodge the surrounding ghost soldiers and generals as much as possible.

Anyone who can roam the underworld in flesh and blood is not easy to mess with.

Since the chaos, the underworld has also been in chaos, with evil spirits everywhere causing chaos.

while walking.

I saw a beautiful female ghost on the roadside, wandering around and refusing to leave. I remembered seeing her here two years ago, but I didn't expect that she was still there after such a long time.

Leaping Dada walked up to the female ghost, tilted her head and vomited out the flower stem.

"Hey, that ghost, what are you doing here?"

The sudden question startled the female ghost. She glanced at the girl carrying the knife and quickly lowered her head. Although she was just an ordinary little ghost, over time she would always know what kind of beings were not easy to mess with, such as the flesh-and-blood person in front of her. A strange man who runs rampant in the underworld.

Especially since she didn't look human.

"What are you doing with your head down? There is no money on the ground. Even if you pick up paper money, you can't buy anything. Keep your head up."

It looks like an idle villain in the underworld teasing a female ghost.

I was too lazy to pay attention to her at first, but the underworld was full of ghosts and was in turmoil from time to time. There were ghosts everywhere, but I didn't know why I suddenly felt something when I saw her.

The female ghost raised her head tremblingly.

The clone looked at the female ghost's appearance, holding the knife in one hand and holding her chin in thought.

"I seem to have just learned your story. It's me and it's not me. It's me. Forget it. You don't understand anyway. Anyway, I know your story. Don't wait. He won't meet you. The fate is over. Do whatever you have to do.”

After saying that, she walked straight past the stunned female ghost. All that needed to be said was said, and the rest was her own business.

Wander along the long, lifeless and underworld streets and enjoy the unique and sleepy street scene.

I have been to the underworld many times before.

When he first served as a priest, he escorted criminals to the underworld many times, and participated in the heavenly army entering the underworld to put down rebellions, so he was considered rich in experience.

Those days when I was in such a hurry that I didn't have time to appreciate the scenery of the underworld, now I can take my time to see it.

There is no sunshine, the sky is dim and hazy, there is no wind, and the khaki streets are full of ghosts, men, women, old and young, or mutilated figures, different in appearance and reality, appearing and disappearing as they wander around.

There are dull gray houses on both sides of the street, and the open doorways are dark.

Most of the ghosts lack intelligence and are mostly confused. There are also many ghosts who keep whispering or crying and laughing, cursing behind their backs or even having cunning and sinister eyes. These ghosts who have some spirituality can still maintain their appearance in life, and they are just confused. Ghost energy and will-o'-the-wisp.

In addition to human ghosts, there are many birds and beasts on the roadside. Not many of them remain the same as before, most of them are ghosts.

If it were normal, these ghosts would go where they should go, but the passages to the underworld were intermittent.

To catch up with such a world, we can only endure the time and wait for the world to be clear before we can go on the road again.

There are little fluorescent stars floating in the corners and in the sky. They are birds, animals, fish and insects that are not very intelligent, floating everywhere.

Except for these ordinary ghosts, those who can live in houses are those who are capable.

For example, the soul of a monk or a great demon.

The appearance of this kind of ghost is almost the same as that of a living person. The soul is solid, the intelligence is intact, and it understands the magic of the ashram.

The underworld likes to recruit monks and ghosts of great demons to work. They are strong and do not require a long time to train. Those with low cultivation will be ghosts and those with high cultivation will be ghost generals. Those who do not want to eat public food and cannot be reincarnated can simply find a house to suffer and wait. On the day when order was restored, the door was closed and he sat in meditation to wait for the time.

In addition to spiritual ghosts, there are also many famous figures living in the house.

For example, some important people who have far-reaching influence and improve people's livelihood, literati who have written articles for the ages, filial sons who are praised by the world for their filial piety, beauties who are known by the world for their beauty, officials who have done good things for the people and are praised, There are also ordinary and ordinary characters whose stories are passed down, as well as monsters and monsters who are offered incense and good deeds by mortals.

Although he has no cultivation base, the countless mental powers added to his body have strengthened his soul, which is much stronger than ordinary ghosts. It is useless to run a network of relationships in this underworld, and all things are dominated by strength.

Emperors and generals are rare, after all, this kind of ruling class commits crimes and kills more.

As for birds, animals, fish, shrimps, insects and ordinary people, they can only enjoy the vastness of the underworld on the roadside in the wild.

The streets are neat and orderly, the main roads have high-walled courtyards, and the houses are no different from the mansions of wealthy families. The remote streets are shabby and shabby, with only one house and even only walls and straw mats left.

In the past, the avatar would even sneak into the courtyard to see what was new.

Get to know some influential people by the way.

I didn't bother to go to the courtyard where the ghosts were cultivated, so I specifically went to hang out in the courtyards of literati and beauties.

I have learned some literary skills and can speak a few words in complicated situations.

Carrying a knife and wandering around, I occasionally stopped to poke my head into the dark house door. I passed by a few haunted houses and didn't find many new faces. I was looking forward to meeting an actor who is famous for his singing. I couldn't satisfy my thirst for words and could only seek spiritual entertainment. .

However, world-famous actors are hard to come by, and we can't expect living people to die quickly. After all, it's not very kind.

The dragon-shaped city wall is huge, and interesting ghosts are hard to come by.

The clone has nothing to do and can only have fun everywhere. Among the three realms, only the underworld is the boring, dark and gloomy.

"I really admire the immortal officials of the underworld, they are all the ones who can endure the boring and ultimate hard training."

I thought that if it didn't dissipate in the future, I would have to find a way to leave the underworld.

As I walked, my steps suddenly stopped.

Without moving his body, he turned his head and looked at the dilapidated courtyard. The nervous ghost in the courtyard looked familiar.

That ghost is very timid. He is not a monk, a demon, or a virtuous soul, nor is he a positive figure praised by the world. It is strange that being in a hospital means that he is protected by the underworld, otherwise he would not even be able to get into the corner.

After thinking for a moment, I finally remembered who he was.

Zeng's voice jumped to the door, frightening the ghost to retreat and fall. This time he could see it more clearly. He had seen it before and it was very familiar.

"It turns out it's you. When I took my turn to patrol the mortal world, I happened upon you and the fairy getting married under the locust tree. You asked me to wait for the heavenly soldiers and generals to have a good time!"

The knife didn't come out of its sheath, so he thrust it into the floor tiles and pressed his neck diagonally to prevent him from moving.

"Boy! How does this dark underworld feel?"