Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 306 I'm a casual cultivator, and I can't get on the stage

Inside the inn, there was a cry for help, and the three of Zijun immediately set off and pushed open the door.

I saw four or five Raksha ghosts chasing a man and a woman but did not kill them immediately, as if deliberately playing tricks on them.

"It should be caused by the aborigines living in the inn, should we... take care of it?" Cuicheng looked at Zijun and asked.

To be honest, Zijun really doesn't want to care, but in order to set an example for Ziming, he has to!
The ancients said that one should lead by example, one cannot just speak the truth without putting it into practice.

You have to do it yourself to have the experience to teach others.

With this in mind, Zijun raised his pointer in the void.

Immediately!

Five dark purple spiritual powers carrying the law of destruction instantly pierced through the heads of the five Rakshasa ghosts.

Haw!

The five heads exploded in an instant!Red and white unknown objects splashed all around!

"Master... this rakshasa ghost will turn back into an ordinary person during the daytime. If we just kill him like this, does it count as killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

Ziming lay on the railing, looked at the five corpses of Raksha ghosts in the lobby of the inn and murmured.

Ziming's words really caught Zijun and turned him into a Rakshasa ghost, the people themselves didn't know it.

But can justice in this world really be forgiven on the grounds of ignorance?

No!That's not how the world works!Heaven is even more so!
Even if you commit a crime unintentionally, you must still be severely punished!

Otherwise, people in the world will use this as an excuse to excuse their guilt!Maliciously shirk responsibility!
From another point of view, if he, the Raksha ghost, had never hurt anyone, or even killed anyone, then Zi Jun beheaded him today, killing innocent people indiscriminately!

And the innocent person is the one who has nothing to do with you.

If there is no cause and effect, but commit murder!The cause and effect of this life or the next life must be tied to you alone.

"The internal organs are empty, and he can still survive in the world, all because of that strange immortal energy, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a walking dead."

Turning around and walking back to the guest room, Zijun paused, looked back at Ziming and said again.

"Evil in the world cannot be judged by appearances, and the same is true for good. Rest early and leave for Tanyue City tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Zijun's room door closed by itself, Ziming and Cuicheng looked at each other, knocked on the door hurriedly and shouted.

"Master! I dare not sleep alone!" Ziming said anxiously.

"Master Immortal! I don't dare!" Hearing Ziming's words, Cuicheng didn't care about face, and immediately shouted.

crunch!Boom!

The door opened and closed, the two got up from the ground, took a look,
The bed that can only accommodate one person can only snuggle up to the wooden bed and fall asleep soundly.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the two, Zi Jun waved his hand, and two quilts appeared out of thin air and covered them.

Tanyue City!The capital of the ghost country!

In a courtyard full of maple trees, the red leaves paint the asphalt tiles in a beautiful fiery red.

Da da!There was a sound of footsteps, passing through the courtyard in an orderly manner, and a slanting stone staircase came into view.

On that ladder, a majestic and majestic building!The magnificent palace is located there!

Look down from above!Rakshasa ghosts stood on the hundreds of meters long stairs!
Inside the palace, a ball of bright red meat spread out on the ground,
On every surface of the flesh, there is a scarlet human hand, and the nails on the five fingers are like curved claws.

There are so many hands like this, covering the entire meatball like hair!
In the center of the navel of the meatball, there is a huge abyss mouth full of double rows of sharp teeth, which is wide open!

Puff!

As the Rakshasa ghost walked into the huge mouth that was big enough to accommodate an adult.

Visible to the naked eye, the lump of meat grew into a naked woman with no clothes on.

As if receiving an order, the naked woman's eyes were dull.

Walking out from the side door of the main hall, she bathed in the moonlight, her face was rotten!It looks like it stinks!

It is almost the same as that Rakshasa ghost!
In the alleys of Tanyue City, dozens of mysterious people wearing bamboo hats, black robes, and swords in their arms stood randomly in the alley.

"Eating has begun. If you can't get the Tanhan Lingzhu this time, you can't stay here anymore."

The leader, a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, murmured, drew his sword first, and flew towards the deep courtyard of the imperial city.

The palace hall!The strange meat ball spat out a scarlet meat ball and fell to the ground.

Haw!

In the blink of an eye, he grew into a handsome young man with long blood-colored hair hanging behind him.

On the surface of the skin, the lumpy red flesh grows into a fleshy armor covering the whole body.

"Kill..." A hollow and hoarse voice came from the huge mass of flesh.

Hearing the sound, he turned around, and the black-haired man walked into the meatball, raised his arm and inserted it fiercely into the meatball, and drew out a bloody long sword!
Scarlet slime dripped from the sword to the ground, and the black-haired man in flesh armor walked out of the palace without saying a word.

The next morning!
The three of Zijun woke up slowly, and they slept comfortably last night.

"Are you awake?" Zijun beside the dining table was drinking tea leisurely, with a delicate spiritual fruit in front of him.

"Thank you Immortal Master for saving your life. I don't know if Immortal Master is here to hunt for treasure?" Cui Cheng clasped his hands in salute and asked.

Wrapped in a quilt at one side, lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, Ziming with water stains hanging from the corner of her mouth slowly woke up.

"Ha~" Ziming, who was furious, rubbed his eyes, lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Where are you going to go next?" Zijun poured two cups of tea, put them on the table, and asked casually.

After receiving the tea that Zijun had poured, Cuicheng pulled up the stool and sat aside, sipping the spiritual tea and responded.

"Go to the Cold Moon Lake to try my luck. If I can find the Flower of the Cold Lake, I will have a chance to break through the Composite Realm and step into the ranks of transcending tribulation."

"I've seen people who are greedy for money, but I've never seen someone so desperate. A little fit Taoist priest dares to go here to hunt for treasure. Where's your master?"

After waking up, Ziming got up, walked to the dining table and sat down, muttering something while holding tea and sipping it in his mouth.

Scratching his head and laughing, Cuicheng told the family teacher in detail.

"My master is Yang Jian, the third elder of the Shushan sect! He is a closed-door practitioner, and he will be able to leave after another thousand years."

Ziming has heard of this Shushan School before, Old Ghost Qiu told him that this Shushan School is the head of the Jiuliu sect!

Although it is not comparable to the Three Religions and Three Emperors, it can be regarded as a decent family!

The speaker of the Shushan School today is the second sword cultivator in the world!Jian Chen!
An invincible sword cultivator whose strength has reached the peak of the Profound Immortal Realm!
If the Three Religions and Three Sovereigns hadn't been passed down to the sage's lineage, his Shushan School would surely be able to keep pace with each other and become the stream of the Three Religions!
"Yo ho! The beginning is not small, but it's a pity that it can't compare with my master's sect!"

Hearing that the other party's status is higher than him, Ziming couldn't help but feel compelled to compare, but it's just a pity,
Zijun has no sect and no sect, so Ziming naturally...not even the Nine Streams sect.

"No wonder! Master Xiaodao and Immortal Master must belong to those three religions."

Cuicheng looked at Zijun with a face full of admiration, and raised his hand to kill the Rakshasa ghost in the killing wonderland,

Such a person must at least be an elder of the sect above the earth immortal.

"Ahem!" Zijun coughed awkwardly, and waved his hands to stop Cuicheng's flattery.

"Think about it too much. I have no family or sect. I work together on my own. It's just a casual cultivator."

(End of this chapter)