Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Chapter 216

But when the spirits on the car got off, Wu Qian's expression was not so good!

"Why are there so many people!"

He exclaimed, habitually wanting to hide his body, but when he thought of the existence of Yan Yan, he froze again.

At the same time, there are still ghosts who want to get off the train.

Originally, the doors of each carriage were opened, and the ghosts were about to get off the train, but they heard the movement in the air, and followed the sound to look towards Wu Qian and Yan Yan.

Then the ghosts showed terrified expressions.

They didn't dare to make a sound, but played back in slow motion, and retracted stiffly into the carriage.

"It really scared me to death." Wu Qian spoke out the hearts of the ghosts instead.

Although Wu Qian's cultivation level is much higher than that of ghosts, but like most dead houses, he obviously has serious human phobia, especially hates crowded places.

In fact, Nangong Qin is similar.

Now Wu Qian is very displeased when he sees the place full of ghosts: "Where did Nangong Qin find so many ghosts, let's just throw the whole magic weapon into the Yangling Water Fountain to purify it once!"

"Purification..." This doesn't sound like a good word for ghosts!

Yan Yan asked curiously: "What will happen to the purified ghost? Will it go to heaven?"

"What is heaven?" Wu Qian asked strangely.

However, although the old ghost doesn't understand what heaven is, "going to heaven" is still understandable.

"If the ghosts can fly up after soaking in the Yangling water, what are we still practicing so hard for?" Wu Qian said, "If these ghosts are soaked in the Yangling water, they will be like slugs scattered with salt, which is fun Already!"

Think it's fun to salt the slugs...are you an elementary school boy?

Yan Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.

The ghosts in the Skytrain over there trembled.

The ghosts of Bailu Mountain are different from ordinary ghosts. Most of them died due to the invasion of the demon world. Those who can leave their souls and form ghosts have special encounters, especially those who have been unable to reincarnate for hundreds of years. Wandering in the Bailu Mountain area, There are more or less lives on his back.

In other words, their cultivation level is higher than that of ordinary foundation-building monks.

Some are even on the verge of freaking out.

If it wasn't for Mo Bai in the Mahayana period who went to Bailu Mountain to maintain order, they might not be willing to leave.

Even if they are sent here now, many of them don't want to be reincarnated, and even plan to wait for an opportunity to escape back, but they don't expect that there is a greater existence waiting in the way of reincarnation than the Mahayana period.

- Yes, "great".

For the ghosts, the first time they saw Wu Qian, what they felt was not the fear of Wu Qian like the members of the Tiandao League and the female cultivators of Meishe, but more like the awe of seeing the boss of their own company .

How to put it, after all, Wu Qian really "ascended" to the Dao of Reincarnation.

Regardless of strength or qualifications, he can confidently say that he is the master of this place.

But hearing the owner here say that he would soak himself in the Yangling water, the ghosts were frightened, and some of the more daring ghosts wailed on purpose.

"My lord, I am wronged!" the crying voice said, "The little girl is a mountain resident of Bailu Mountain. She has never done anything bad in her life, but somehow she got into the belly of a monster. It's just that the monster doesn't eat souls, so I was vomited." I came out, but I was imprisoned in that land because of some evil spirits! Today, dragging the blessings of the immortals, I finally came to the path of reincarnation. I just want to practice hard and strive to enter reincarnation as soon as possible!"

"Chi Chi, this is the first time I've heard that demons cannibalize people and spit out seeds!" Wu Qian didn't believe the crying words.

Yan Yan asked, "Could it be that all the people on this train are the ghosts of Bailu Mountain?"

"Yeah!" the crying voice admitted eagerly.

They don't know where Wu Qian came from, but they know Nangong Yanyan.

After all, Yan Yan was still of Nangong Qin's blood, so when he heard that Nangong Immortal had brought his offspring to Bailu Mountain, there was even a rumor among the ghosts that eating a bite of Nangong's meat could lead to immortality.

It's a pity that Yan Yan never gave them this chance.

As a time traveler, Yan Yan basically didn't have the curiosity of being a time traveler. He basically lived between two points and one line between Bailu Village and Nangong Qindong Mansion. Couldn't find an opportunity to get close.

However, after Yan Yan made such a big noise in Bailu Mountain, the ghosts thought they knew something about him:

He will circle the children of Bailu Mountain into the village, and build a gathering array to produce food. It seems that he has a kindness and innocence that ordinary monks don't have.

Although these actions of Yan Yan made life difficult for the ghosts, the ghosts also concluded that he was a "good guy".

The kind that is easy to deceive.

Don't the villagers of Bailu Village think so?

——Although no one has really let Yan Yan suffer.

So the ghosts cried even louder: "Little Immortal Nangong, we are really innocent!"

Yan Yan still remembers the indifference of the children when they saw Jian Ru!

It can make such a young child turn a blind eye to the abnormality, which shows that this group of ghosts are not less demons in Bailu Mountain.

"But it's too cruel to throw them all away," Yan Yan said, "Maybe there are one or two that haven't done anything bad."

"No! Little Immortal Nangong! We are all innocent!" The voices of grievances in the train suddenly increased.

Wu Qian got a headache from their noise.

He snorted coldly, released the huge spiritual pressure, and eliminated those voices, including the crying before.

"You don't want to identify them one by one, do you?" Wu Qian looked at Yan Yan warningly, "It's too troublesome, Nangong Qin and I don't have time to play this with you!"

"It won't be very troublesome!" Yan Yan asked, "Lord Wu Qian is just like his ancestors, he is very good at spells and magic tools, so you can definitely make them? A verdict that records the sins of living people! It is called with feathers. A scale to measure crimes! A river to keep the guilty! A three-headed dog guarding the crossing of the Reincarnation Road, etc...?"

Yan Yan casually reported the underworld props in the mythology that he had seen before.

"You're such a mess!" Wu Qian was obviously reluctant, but he seemed to find something interesting when he heard it halfway.

After all, many of those stories have been passed down in the Yanyan world for thousands of years. For short-lived humans who cannot practice, they are not interesting enough, and it will be difficult to spread and pass on.

Wu Qian touched it: "If you want to judge the book, you can do it by adding a soul-reading technique. The point is that you can't hurt the ghost. It's very interesting to weigh the soul with feathers. Let me think about it, if the evil spirit in the soul If it's weighted..."

Wu Qian really started to think seriously.

"What I just said was an artifact from my original world!" Yan Yan smiled: "I have more detailed information about my artificial intelligence at the Sky Ferry... Pagoda Spirit. You are so powerful, you must be able to restore it!"

"You're only looking for trouble!" Wu Qian said impatiently.

But he didn't refuse this time: "However, even if I can restore the things you said, it will take a long time-although the concept of time in the Tao of reincarnation is not particularly strong-but you plan to do these ghosts? They are all locked in the magic weapon in?"

"Well, it's a pity to keep them?" Or, they are too cheap.

Yan Yan looked at the air train, if the ghost inside that met Nangong Yan Yan's eyes directly, he would definitely not think that he is some kind of deceitful young master, but would regret why he came to the Dao of Reincarnation by a mistake.

Yan Yan clapped his hands for the last time: "By the way, Mr. Wu Qian, please lend me your giant skeleton to be my instructor!"

"Instructor?"

"It's okay to be idle anyway, let's give them military training first!" Yan Yan laughed.

Transform first, judge later.

For those who have been reformed, it is right to be a ghost messenger for hundreds of years to atone for their sins.

Anyway, the Dao of Reincarnation is empty and lacks "popularity".

When Yan Yan said this, he didn't notice that Wu Qian's eyes widened, he looked at him, and then at himself.

Huge merits are coming down without money, like a thick silk cloak, draped over Nangong Yanyan and Wu Qian.

Wu Qian couldn't help but muttered:

"I see. I have been waiting in this ghost place for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for this 'fate'?"

"This is impossible!"

At the same time, Jiuding Tianjun said angrily.

He looked at the astrolabe beside him in shock, and watched the companion star of Bailu Mountain getting brighter and brighter: "Under the erosion of other planes, this world is obviously about to die! Where did so much merit come from!? "

"Chi Chi! It seems that the choice of the world is the opposite of what you think!" The voice laughed.

Jiuding Tianjun grabbed a handful of chess pieces and wanted to throw them into the deep air as before, but suddenly, as if he sensed something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

The voice also subtly quieted down.

After a while, the walls of the room they were in became wrinkled like the bark of an old tree, and these wrinkles formed the appearance of the old man's face.

"Master Tianjun," said the wrinkled face, "the gods have passed down the destiny."

"I see." Jiuding Tianjun nodded.

The face of the person split open and turned into a screen-like spar.

But Jiuding Tianjun did not go over, but knocked on the astrolabe, and a shadow came out from the astrolabe.

At first, this shadow looked like an eroded "Mo Fan", its whole body was covered in sewage, and every step it took would leave behind stains.

But as he walked, his appearance became more refreshing. Finally, when the sewage was completely removed, when he walked in front of the screen, he looked like an unreal young man with good looks.

The beautiful young man touched the "screen", and there was no figure on it, but a dull voice:

"Proxy account XXXXX has been verified."

"Send message now—"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

Then there was a continuous "ding ding" sound, making people a little impatient.

"Then, what orders do the 'Gods' adults have?" Jiuding Tianjun asked sarcastically.

"They seem to be ready to finish! Let you hand in the spiritual power and magic tools you have collected all the time," said the beautiful young man, his voice seemed to be the voice of provocation with Jiuding Tianjun just now, "and it is about the For 'Master True Immortal', he seems to have violated the rules of heaven, I hope you can catch him and hand him over."

"Huh? This is the end? I thought you would give this world a flood of divine punishment!"

"The flood will wait until all the materials are removed," the beautiful young man did not deny, only looking at Jiuding Tianjun, "but you don't seem to be planning to hand over the 'True Immortal'?"

"How could I catch the 'True Immortal'? He awakened the gods of this world and tried to command him!" Jiuding Tianjun sneered, "It would be nice if I could figure out his whereabouts."

But "Mo Fan" was standing in a corner of this room.

He has no expression, and his body is covered by black sewage, almost becoming a shadow.

The beautiful young man glanced at "Mo Fan" and said to Jiuding Tianjun: "You mean, let me ask for help from above?"

"Can't you?"

"Of course, but I suggest changing 'Awakening of the Gods' to 'attempting to awaken the Gods'," the beautiful young man said with experience, "If the higher-ups think the price is too high, they will give up directly."

"Tsk! How stingy!" Jiuding Tianjun snorted coldly, "Then do this! But let them realize the possibility of the god's awakening, and give more assistance."

The beautiful young man nodded, and began typing quickly on the screen.

But he said with a smile on his face: "But when you mentioned 'gods', you have made up your mind to start a war with Nangong Qin! How dare you... Anyway, Nangong Qin is also preparing for the gods!"

"He is a god, and I also represent the consciousness of the world!"

Jiuding Tianjun said, his expression quickly became nothingness:

"This world has long been bored. Whether it's an intruder or a creature parasitic on it! It just wants to destroy everything!"

Then, why does the world consciousness still send down merits and speak to Nangong Yun?

The beautiful young man thought so.

However, as a captive, although he has long betrayed the original world, there is no need to wake up the current "master".

He was happy to see this farce to the end.