And I have never touched my seniors with dirty hands.
Changsheng sighed helplessly, straightened up and continued to explore this world. After walking for a while, he did not encounter any danger, but Changsheng frowned.
"how?"
"Those monks who came down before...you didn't see any of them?"
Even if it fell in other directions, there should be movement, right? But now there is not even a sound, as if no one has ever landed.
Yuanji Wuchangli also felt something was wrong.
"How about we leave first?"
"Let's take another look and at least confirm whether those brothers and sisters are in this dark valley."
Yuanji Impermanent Carp has no choice. After all, this is the purpose of immortality. Even if he encounters danger now, he can only bite the bullet and go for it.
It's just that it feels a little regretful at the moment. If I had known better, I would have talked to the monks about this problem, and there would have been a way out. I don't know if Mr. Wu would have told them...
Wu Sishang, who was being cared about by Yuanji Wuchangli, was currently standing on the spiritual sword given to him by Changsheng. This spiritual sword was a gift given to her by her elders. The sword has spirit, and with the support of Changsheng's spiritual energy, it is enough to reach the destination.
In the city of Underworld Ghost Realm, those talismans are enough to protect you from safely reaching the place where the monks are.
There was no problem with safety at first, but for some reason, Wu Si Shang was in a bad mood. How could that female cultivator trust herself so much when it was just a chance encounter? And she still had to care about her own safety at this time? She obviously and she
She doesn't have anything to do with it, does she?
Wu Si Shang has always found it very strange. What on earth did she think that she would trust a mortal whom she had only known for three days? What a strange thing.
Seeing the city getting closer and closer, Wu Sishang's expression became more and more gloomy. His best choice at this moment should be to enter the city immediately. After all, when it gets dark, that thing will be less controllable.
Just before entering the line of sight of the gate guard, Wu Si Shang made a secret with his fingers, and the spirit sword that was moving at full speed suddenly stopped, and then immediately changed direction and flew in the direction it came from. This is not immortal.
She was born with the spiritual sword, so she didn't know when it changed direction. She didn't even know that Wu Si Shang, who could only be seen as a mortal even in front of Senior King Ming, could actually control the flight of the spiritual sword freely at this time.
"Little Immortal, please don't die prematurely."
The two guards guarding the city seemed to be aware of it. They raised their heads and glanced at the deserted place. A faint light flashed in their empty eyes. At this time, some people in the city had also received the news, and people were arriving one after another.
Out of the city, including Ming'an and other Buddhist cultivators.
After all, this is news about the true location of the underworld ghost realm. The monks who have been stationed here for a long time are originally in urgent need of underworld stone. Now that I heard the news, where can anyone sit down? I didn’t see even those monks who were famous for their Qing Dynasty.
Have almost all the Buddhist cultivators for the Lord been mobilized?
At this time, Ming'an was crying and holding a delicate baby hidden in his broad monk's robe. It was almost as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Uncle Master, why do you want to come with me? With your status, wouldn't it be better to stay in the temple?"
And even if you want to follow him out, you can go by yourself, why do you have to have him hold him? Poor him, a serious monk, he is like a thief now. Not only does he have to hold his master and uncle, but he also has to worry about his future master.
Will my great-uncle settle accounts with me? Is there anyone else in the world who suffers the same fate as him?
Ming'an sighed helplessly. Ming'an wanted to throw this hot potato away, but when he saw the cold eyes of his great-uncle, he was speechless and did not dare to say a word.
"Why hide your whereabouts when you can go comfortably? It's a waste of spiritual energy and uncomfortable. What? As a junior, what's wrong with you, hugging your master and uncle? Are you at a disadvantage?"
"That's not true."
Alas, I can't even say it.
Ming'an sighed, then held his breath and suppressed his voice, not daring to act like a monster again. The fellow apprentices behind him also had solemn expressions on their faces at this time. To be honest, their Western Buddhist country has been stationed here for hundreds of years, and it's not a little bit...
No information has been collected, but it has never been complete, so no one can confirm it. At this time, when there was an opportunity, even Ming Wangshi and his uncle were dispatched.
Looking at the always dim sky in the blue sky, Ming'an felt a little uncomfortable.
It would be great if everything could be done over again. That way, he could prevent some things instead of having to regret them afterwards.
Just when Ming'an was secretly feeling sad, everyone suddenly looked up to the sky in the distance, where a group of well-dressed monks descended from the sky. The leader of the group had three red moles on his eyebrows. His eyebrows were cold and his temperament was cold.
When he saw Ming'an and others, Lingguang stopped and bowed.
"I've met senior."
Ming'an couldn't bear Senior Brother Lingguang's salute, so he quickly turned away to avoid the salute. But then Lingguang spoke lightly, making him blush with embarrassment.
"Senior King Ming, I wonder if we can come with you?"
It turned out that he was saluting Master Mingwang, and he was really being sentimental. Ming'an blushed a little, and opened the monk's robe a little, letting Master Mingwang reveal himself and talk to him.
Prince Ming was actually a little impatient. He equally disliked anyone who looked down on him. And this rising star named Ling Guang was one of them. So he flew up directly. By coincidence, he was a head taller than Ling Guang.
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Now it was him who looked down at Ling Guang.
"Young boy from Shang Huan Zong, why are you here? Doesn't Shang Huan Zong value you more than your eyes? Why are you so willing to let you go? What do you want to do?"
Ling Guang's expression remained the same, but he was still cold.
"I was ordered by the sect to find Huang Quan Shi. However, on the way here, I heard that there was something strange happening three hundred miles away from the city. As an outsider, I thought I had to say hello to all the seniors, so I came here.
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"You are polite."
King Ming instinctively disliked this person, and his tone was not very good. But Lingguang was very well-mannered. Even though some Shanghuan Sect disciples around him looked a little angry at this time, he remained calm and even got out of the way.
People from Western Buddhist countries, please take the first step.
Seeing this, King Ming was not polite at all. He greeted his disciples and continued on his way.
"I don't know what the situation is. Isn't Lingguang the eyeball of Shang Huanzong? He has not gone to so many good places, but he came to this world in the blue sky? Even if he wants to need Huangquan Stone, he doesn't have to let him bring it.
Are you here?"
"Who knows, maybe they want to come? Geniuses' ideas are always different from ours."
"Okay, don't be sour. Since he's even here, it means there is indeed a treasure there. Keep your eyes open and take a good look at it later. Whether it's meat, soup, or even dregs that you can't find, just look at it for a while.
