Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 158
the other side.

Just when the two of them swept away many forces in the northern part of the outer city and practiced quietly.

now.

In the palace that originally belonged to Elder Qian.

I only saw two old men in Liuyun robes, one with black hair and one with white hair, standing in it and looking around
Among them, the white-haired old man with a white jade hairpin on his head first took a look at the environment here.

Afterwards, the whole person couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said:

"Xiaoqian was opportunistic when he first stepped into the top-rank realm. Later, because of his unfavorable work, he was assigned here as a guard."

"Right now, judging from the situation here, he should also be at an absolute disadvantage when facing those two comrades."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk... an old guy for decades. He can still be beaten like this by a young man who just broke through."

"We really lost face in Luoxia Mountain~"

Hearing this, the black-haired Taoist opposite, who was also wearing a flowing cloud robe, but had a gloomy temperament, couldn't help but snorted coldly:
"It's just that he doesn't have eyes."

"Not only have we failed to achieve anything over the years, but we have ruined the reputation of Luoxia Mountain for countless times."

"If he hadn't taken care of it, he had really entered Luoxia Mountain back then, and the old man would have personally cleaned up the house."

It seemed that he was very disdainful towards Elder Qian.

heard this.

The white-haired old man wearing the jade hairpin smiled slightly, and then asked the gloomy old man in front of him:
"Well, did you find anything?"

Hearing what the white-haired old man said, the gloomy old man in front of him couldn't help but snorted coldly:
"It's indeed the breath of a new ghost market."

"And the aura is very strong, vaguely, with a very heavy majesty, it seems that he has really offended someone."

Hearing what the gloomy old man said, the white-haired old man wearing a jade hairpin seemed to be gloating:
"It's not called the Raptors Crossing the River."

"Since our old man didn't make a move, it means that there are really people behind him."

"It's just a matter of haste."

"Now that we have found another handle against the Great Elder, I guess the group of people from the second faction should be much happier."

"Maybe it's really exciting to watch."

When it came to the end, the white-haired old man wearing a jade hairpin seemed to be a big deal when he watched the excitement.

That is to dare to say anything outside.

However, after hearing this, the slightly gloomy old man couldn't help but nodded slightly:

"Then suppress this matter and treat it as if it didn't happen. Anyway, this kind of thing has happened a lot in the past, and I'm used to it."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man wearing a jade hairpin seemed to be very curious and approached the old friend in front of him:
"You said our old man, have you ever seen that ruthless man from Bian Huang?"

"Why do I feel that there is a problem inside?"

"After all, our old man really came to the fore and showed his fangs after that ruthless man disappeared."

Hearing this, the slightly gloomy old man turned his head, and looked at the white-haired old man wearing a jade hairpin with the eyes of a dead man.

Immediately afterwards, he spoke very calmly and said:
"If you want to court death, don't take me with you."

After finishing speaking, all he could see was that the whole body turned into a gloomy light in the blink of an eye, and flew away towards the distance.

saw this scene.

The white-haired old man wearing a jade hairpin seemed to feel very bored, muttering in his mouth:

"We all know that there are many ruthless people in the frontier, and each of them is so arrogant and domineering. I feel that I can control them."

"But how can a really ruthless person be manipulated at will?"

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, your brain is really muddled. It seems that your brain was made stupid by practicing evil kung fu."

When it came to the end, the white-haired old man wearing a jade hairpin waved his hands, and then sighed:

"Forget it, everyone is dead, and there is nothing to say, let's go quickly."

"If this is another ruthless person like those ruthless people in the past, maybe my life will be in danger."

Thinking of what happened here, his whole body turned into a white light and galloped away into the distance.

He has already thought about it.

Find a chance to sneak into the mountains and lock him up for 100 years first, presumably this way you won't be caught in a catastrophe.

the other side.

It took a few days to digest all the little benefits I got.

Fang Xin found that his practice had once again entered the slow grinding time.

But at this stage.

It can be said that it has really come to that kind, the so-called time when everything is ready and only the east wind is owed.

The three-treasure jade gourd has a bright aura.

Just after suppressing a top-ranking monster, he could gather enough aura.

And the nine-fold golden whip has also become more solid and heavy at this moment.

The two treasures already have a deep foundation, and he only needs to step into the realm of enlightenment and lift them up.

But there is no rush to grind kung fu.

The only treasure that can be contacted, and who can practice with him, is to practice the Enlightenment Pill in the golden elixir fragments.

Thinking of this, Fang Xin suddenly realized that the big seal of the ferryman in front of her house seemed to be shining brightly.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly remembered something:
"Is it the night of the full moon again?"

He would go to the underworld every month to ferry living people into the ghost market.

But honestly.

Judging from his experience as a ferryman who has been on the ferry nearly ten times in the past year, it seems that few people have a relationship with Fengdu Ghost City.

If you don't intercept other people's predestined relationship, then you probably won't have a single guest.

Because for more than a year, he has been ferrying so many times, and every night when the moon is full, he goes to the underworld to ferry someone who is destined.

But none of the guests were received.

If he hadn't really held the seal of the Ferryman, and had really seen the Fengdu ghost market, he would have thought he had encountered an illusion.

thought of here.

Fang Xin walked out of the door very calmly, and then went to the distant mountains.

Practice has transitioned smoothly.

But the line of this ghost city cannot be dropped.

Although all the things he has done before, there is a feeling of pulling a tiger's skin to make a banner, and pretending to be a tiger.

But it feels so cool to have a backstage!

Came to this deep mountain forest near Yingshui City.

All I saw was that Fang Xin suddenly took out the big seal of the ferryman hanging on his waist, and then tapped it lightly:
"brush!"

A little inspiration fell.

Then, he saw the ferryman in front of him, Da Yin, suddenly changed into the appearance of a ferry boat in the river.

Looking at his old buddy who has been with him for more than a year, Fang Xin grabbed the two oars with ease, and then leisurely swayed into the Hades.

Of course.

Before that, he also put on the gray coir raincoat on the boat.

The same old equipment.

After all, it's a bit of style.

However, just when he was about to hang out for another day, he suddenly felt that his boat seemed to be inspired by something.

Immediately afterwards, he looked into the distance with some surprise:
"There is really a predestined relationship?"

Thinking of this, he didn't care about the doubts in his heart, but quickly rowed the boat over, he really wanted to see what was going on with this predestined person.

brush!
The boat pierced the sea of ​​ghosts.

Then, it stopped in a foggy place.

Looking forward.

Only seeing this place, there is not only one predestined person, but more than a dozen at a time.

The sudden performance made Fang Xin feel a little numb all of a sudden:
"This is really a big customer."

But it's okay, although every full moon night, he will fish in the sea of ​​ghosts for a day.

But it didn't do nothing.

At least he has figured out some very useful ways to use the ferry boat in front of his house.

Fall with the thought.

Only a dozen different villains were seen, jumping off his body:
"Swipe!"

As the villain fell, the ferryman's boat also suddenly appeared one after another shadows beside him.

But in the blink of an eye.

In the sea of ​​ghosts in front of him, he changed from a single boat with a boat to a dozen or so boatmen who couldn't see clearly in coir raincoats, each with a boat.

After getting ready.

I only heard Fang Xin suddenly shout loudly:
"Get on board~~~"

With his loud shout, it fell down.

The black mist that had been lingering around these many predestined people from different places gradually dissipated.

As the black mist dissipated.

One by one, the boats have already arrived in front of the many visitors from the world who are dressed in black and whose faces cannot be seen clearly.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xin spoke to them in a very neutral but hoarse voice:
"Everyone, get on board~"

"Everyone, get on board~"

"..."

More than a dozen of the same boat, the same coir raincoat man, the same movement, and the same voice echoed here.

a time.

Even many practitioners who have heard of the strangeness of this ghost city in the underworld can't help but be surprised:
"When did he arrive?"

"..."

Immediately afterwards, they stepped on the ferry very obediently, not daring to move at all.

I saw everyone boarding the boat.

Fang Xin gently paddled the oar in his hand and kept shaking it forward.

I didn't feel it when there was no one before.

But when he actually picked up practitioners one after another, he felt the difference in his whole being.

Although very tired.

Very mana-consuming.

But every time he rowed the oars, he could feel the extremely low vitality that was suppressed in the surrounding practitioners one after another, easily dissipating into the boat.

Although this trace of anger is very weak, even so weak that many practitioners cannot feel it in this environment.

but.

Fang Xin, who carried more than a dozen guests at a time, felt that the spirituality of his home's Linghu Lake, which required a little practice, seemed to have increased a little bit.

Feeling the changes in the boat and the benefits her family has received, Fang Xin couldn't help but feel his heart move:
"Only carrying it once can be worth more than ten days of practice, which is much faster than simple practice."

"If you come a few more times..."

Thinking of this, Fang Xin seems to understand the operation of this ghost market, and some of the internal secrets.

Although they have rules.

Although he can't rob guests at will.

But the benefits gained from these rules are more than those ghosts and gods who only know how to do it.

Silent.

With his whole body, he used his mind and mana to slowly push the oars, carrying the dozen or so first batch of guests, towards Fengdu Ghost City.

In fact, he didn't know Fengdu Ghost City, specifically where it was in the dark.

But just follow the boat.

Although it seems that he is rowing the boat, but he is only providing power in it, and it is the ferryman's boat that really determines the direction.

As he rowed longer.

Although the increase in spirituality is not obvious, he has understood more things:
"Yangjian all the way to the ghost market, everything in between is a kind of sacrifice where Yin and Yang collide with each other."

"People in the yang world come from the yang world and provide vitality, and people in the underworld provide death energy and bring them to the ghost market for various transactions."

"Then, this kind of growth from the spirituality itself may not be deprived from living people like them."

"It was adopted in the dark, some kind of air mechanism in the world."

"Looking at it this way, the job of being a ferryman is really a slow job."

Follow this growth rate.

Even if he honed his kung fu, he only spent more than ten years to achieve top grade, but he really has the feeling of accumulating Yin virtue.

However, he hadn't waited for him to think about it.

He rowed the whole body to this dark but also mysterious Fengdu Ghost City.

however.

When I first saw this Fengdu ghost market, let alone many predestined people and practitioners who came to the ghost market for the first time.

Even Fang Xin, who has been here many times, couldn't help but widen his eyes:
"When was Fengdu Ghost City built? Why is it different from last month?"

Look around.

I can only see that in the dark space where the entire Fengdu Ghost City is located, there are layers upon layers of palaces and houses.

All the halls looked extremely dark.

But from the silent atmosphere of the wandering ghosts and spirits, one can feel a trace of mystery.

The entire Fengdu Ghost City is extremely majestic.

Fang Xin didn't come here at all, the kind of grass-roots team.

More like a mature ghost market.

Suddenly, Fengdu Ghost City should have discovered a big change that he didn't know about during the month he left.

Many Taoists have already entered the ghost market.

And Fang Xin, who was about to go down to have a look, only felt an inexplicable air pressure on his body.

Immediately afterwards, a big black hand fished out from the sea of ​​ghosts, and grabbed his whole body into it:
"Whoa!!!"

(End of this chapter)