The sky is blue and the grass is green.

The wind has a gentle fragrance of flowers, and the rotten smell in the air... Guixu.

At night.

In the Crystal Palace, Wang Wenran stood alone in the hall.

He didn't know why he was called, just as he didn't know how this palace, which was like the residence of the Dragon King in a mythological story, appeared in this academy.

Shangyin Academy, listening to the name should not be a place for teaching and educating people?

Why do such luxurious affairs occur in such a cultural holy place?

Wang Wenran didn't understand.

It was as if he didn't understand, even though the captain had already completed the orders issued by the top and bottom, why did he smile bitterly and be taken away by a group of people?

In the corridor, footsteps sounded.

Wang Wenran looked up and saw a man wearing a black black robe walking out of it.

Judging from the man's face, he was only about seventeen or eighteen years old.

This is... a prince-like figure in this country?

Thinking of this in his heart, Wang Wenran hugged and clasped his fists at the man in the dark robe.

"Wenran, a scattered overseas man, has met noble people."

Wang Wenran chose a pleasing title.

Noble man.

This title will not appear abrupt no matter who you are facing.

This is a smart person, otherwise he would not have been the prefect during his lifetime.

He is still the only one who can be an official who can earn two thousand stones!

Unfortunately, Wang Wenran's words seemed to have no attraction to the man in front of him.

The man walked to the birch seat, sat down, and then looked up at him.

A little frown.

It seems that he is a little dissatisfied with Wang Wenran.

"Um."

He nodded gently, as if he was a promise. Later, the man said in a cold tone: "When can people from the underworld run to the living room?"

Did the ghosts and gods who were responsible for watching the watchtower have omissions, or did the Tenth Palaces judge the wrong case?”

He said a cold joke that no one could understand. Looking at Wang Wenran, a feeling of powerlessness gradually arose in Zhao Yang's heart.

He was not saying anything to Wang Wenran, but venting his dissatisfaction!

From the first glance of seeing Wang Wenran, Zhao Yang saw his essence.

Ghost Cultivation in the Underworld!

Ghost cultivation can become a saint after three thousand calamities!

The saint mentioned here is not as powerful as a saint, but rather a ladder for ghost cultivators to advance.

As long as you go through three thousand tribulations in the dark sea, experience the thunder tribulation, and eliminate the impurities of the yin energy, you can become an immortal in the soul and turn into a body of a celestial immortal!

The meaning can be expressed in two words.

Return to the sun!

That's right, it's just a return to the sun!

The essence of the soul is the trinity of the true spirit, soul and body.

The reason why ghost cultivators are ghost cultivators is because they do not have the right body to warm up pure yang.

If a ghost cultivator wants to become a celestial immortal, there is almost no hope of going forward.

However, the underworld has powerful powers to open the way for ghost cultivation, prove themselves three thousand kalpas, nourish the soul body with thunder tribulation, and create pure yang with pure yin!

In this way, there is also the method of ghost cultivation.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Yang recognized Wang Wenran's identity at a glance.

A ghost cultivator who has gone through thousands of disasters!

In terms of realm, it is not inferior to that of ordinary primordial cultivators!

However, how difficult is it to attain enlightenment by the side door?

If you use your soul body to nourish pure yin, your own soul body will naturally undergo many changes...

The cow's head, the horse's face, the blue face, the long tongue, the four arms...there are countless changes here.

People who practice practice can see their identity as ghosts and gods just by taking a look.

How could a ghost cultivator who has experienced tribulations not endures in the dark sea?

Do you think the game world is not chaotic enough?

Zhao Yang doesn't have to hide his dissatisfaction.

Looking at Wang Wenran's at a loss, Zhao Yang said coldly: "Or, did you run up from the underworld privately?"

Wang Wenran: "???"

What's going on?

Returning to the sun?

Still running up?

"Isn't this the other side?"

With his face twitching, Wang Wenran asked about the doubts he had been holding in his heart.

"the other side?"

Zhao Yang looked around and looked at Wang Wenran again: "Where did you know that this is from the other side?"

"We'll go through the sea of ​​suffering..."

"You should enter the Nether Sea by crossing the Sea of ​​Pain. It is the chassis of ghosts and a place of training that is specially used for the hiding of ghosts and gods of two thousand tribulations."

He interrupted Wang Wenran's words expressionlessly, and Zhao Yang sneered: "Just the broken ship you built? It's almost the same if it was replaced by Wutong Fairy Boat!"

Wang Wenran was speechless.

There is no way to talk about this day!

To be honest, a fairy boat made of wood as a whole will become a broken boat when it comes to your mouth?

Look at your look of contempt and a look of contempt?

After opening his mouth, Wang Wenran wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak.

On the other side, seeing his appearance, Zhao Yang rolled his eyes: "Don't tell me how expensive it is. That thing is not a material for shipbuilding. It had already withdrawn from the market in the Earth Immortal Realm eight hundred years ago.

Now, it looks like a woody person, and is used by some gods and Buddhas as materials to make their own wooden Dharma bodies!"

Meow Meow Meow?

I said I have been wandering in the sea of ​​suffering for more than a thousand years. Do you believe it?

Zhao Yang retorted again, and Wang Wenran had only the urge to die.

Is it because he is out of date or is the world developing too fast?

Wang Wenran still had a bit of a bad temper in his heart, otherwise he would not have taken his brothers to the north to join the army in anger!

So, in anger, the Yin Qi, which was originally in a depressed state on Wang Wenran, burst out...

His face gradually turned green, his eyes were stained with greenness, and his body was raised nearly half out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, a blue-faced ghost who was more than two meters tall but had an arm above the knee appeared in front of Zhao Yang...

The next second, a sword light lit up in the crystal palace.

coax!!!

"Let's go down!"

Bang, Wang Wenran was pressed to the ground like a paper man.

The bigger soul body was still filled with green smoke like barbecue...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A miserable howling sound came from Wang Wenran's mouth.

Three inches above his head, a sword was emitting a glimmer of light, and these lights were first born to restrain his ghost body, making his powerful ghost aura unable to play a slight role!

"I said you are quite tempered, your teacher has never told you that when Gui Cultivator meets a Taoist priest Chunyang, you must walk around the road?"
To be continued...