The Dorahu deity is a great monk of the Jindan level, and after leaving the Endless Abyss with the help of a small rift, he has been wandering around the underworld. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but after a **** devoured a ghost soldier who died in vain, he found that he seemed to have opened his mind, and the power of divine thoughts skyrocketed, much stronger than ordinary ghosts.

Since then, his deity has been hidden, dividing the incarnation of the five ghost soldiers, and taking root in the vicinity of the five vain dead cities of humans, beasts, birds, fish, and insects. These avatars are divided into different parts, looking for people to go out outside the city of vain death. The humane incarnation has also succeeded in more than a dozen over the years, and its strength has reached the verge of promotion.

But lately, fewer people have been going out, and he hasn't seen anyone out in years. There was no way, so he set his eyes on the ghost on Huangquan Road.

Although these Yin Spirits are weak, as people who died in vain, they have an inexplicably powerful nature, and he feels that they may be able to help him break the barrier. And after being promoted to Jindan, who is the master and who is subordinate between him and the deity will have to be re-discussed.

However, the reality is always not as beautiful as imagined, and the more expectations in my heart, the more unsatisfactory the results are. The ghosts of the new dead are muddy, and the spells they are good at confusing the gods and fascination are not so easy to use. And the black and white impermanence who is responsible for escort protection is also very closely guarded, and he has not been able to get his hands on it for several months.

Cui Jiu is also lucky. He died of a woman, and although he died, his nature remained the same, and he was in the right place to have an appetite for cunning magic, but he was tricked.

However, Cui Jiu himself was a ghost, and the little mana he transmitted all the way through the air was only enough to break free from the shackles of the soul chain, and he didn't dare to leave Huangquan Road at all. Because of the existence of the three major natural disasters, as soon as you leave, it is a death, and it is too late for the humane incarnation to respond.

After some thought, Dorohu decided to take a risk on the moat bridge outside the city of vain.

The weak water in the moat flowed, although it was not deliberate, but the power that escaped invisibly suppressed the three major natural disasters. Therefore, compared to other places, the power of natural disasters here is much weaker. As long as the response is fast, it is quite certain.

As for the moat god, after so many years, Dorohu has not seen him move, and it is estimated that he is also a corpse vegetarian. Even if he really intervenes, he is not afraid, because he is confident that his strength is stronger than that of the river god. As long as you don't get dragged down by it, everything will be fine.

Du Xuan had not seen anyone for many days, and he felt quite strange, so he was not in a hurry to leave, so he watched a group of ghosts go up to the stone bridge.

The bridge has a guardrail, so you don't have to leave, and the black and white impermanence that has tensed your spirit all the way has also been relaxed. At this moment, the black light in Cui Jiu's eyes flashed, and with a "bang", the whole exploded into a cloud of black smoke, breaking away from the soul chain. After that, with lightning speed, he flew out of the flower barrier on the other side.

"Whew-"

The black wind was raging, and it was about to sweep over Cui Jiu's recondensed form. A black cloud the size of a foot appeared out of thin air and enveloped it in an instant.

This pair of black and white impermanence had never experienced such a thing at all, and they were stupid there for a while. But he just can't help it if he's not stupid, his cultivation is not enough to be a ghost soldier, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to leave Huangquan Road.

This scene was seen by Du Xuan underwater. Although he didn't know what the situation was, there was no doubt that the black group in front of him was the enemy of the underworld.

The river patrol general patrols the inside and outside of the river, which is exactly what he should be in charge of.

Although the black cloud was far superior to him, he had no fear. For he himself is in the perfect place, in the weak waters.

He waved the river patrol flag at the first time, and the mana surged like a tide, without hesitation, the big waves were like a waterfall rolling upside down, and the torrent was across the air, instantly rushing into the air, and swept towards the black clouds.

Where do you dare to contaminate the power of weak water?

The two great uses of weak water are to disturb the consciousness and to decompose all things. Even if the magic weapon of the divine weapon falls into it, it will be dissolved, not to mention his formless cloud qi. Fortunately, the cunning demon clan is good at confusing gods and fascination, and their resistance is also quite strong, otherwise, I am afraid that they will be willingly bumped into it.

He immediately moved across the air to avoid this weak wave, but just after avoiding it, another big wave hit, this time stronger and more powerful, and Dorohu could only dodge again.

"Bang, bang, bang、......"

Weak water waves are like volcanic eruptions, emerging endlessly, covering an increasing area, almost filling the space around it. Faced with this, Dorohu could only find the weak point of the weak water waves and rushed through.

"Stop, this is your blessed land, the place of promotion!"

The moment he touched the weak water, Dorohu couldn't help but be in a trance, but he finally regained his consciousness and rushed over.

"Sneer—"

Dorohu, who had just broken out of the weak water circle, collided head-on with ten filaments forming a snare.

It's the hand of a thousand silks!

Snares are a great barrier to those who have a substance, but they are of little use to a cunning demon without a substance. Dorohu only felt a little pain, and then rushed over, but instead corroded a lot of the thousand threads of true qi.

He was about to continue to escape, but suddenly found that Cui Jiuyin, who he had worked so hard to get, was gone.

It turned out that Cui Jiuyin's soul was too weak, and when he hit Qiansi's hand, he was almost killed directly. It was Du Xuan who realized that something was wrong, and withdrew his power before rolling him over.

Doro called back to his senses, just in time to see the thousand silk hands forming a round ball, wrapped in Cui Jiuyin's soul, like a meteor flying down, falling towards the moat.

After looking at the distance, Dorohu could only give up in pain, but he was unwilling in his heart, but he yelled loudly, "River God, you wait, if I come back, I will definitely torture you to survive, you can't die!"

"Why should I wait?"

Immediately after, another clear voice remembered, and correspondingly, a black trident broke through the water, with the thickness of the arm and the length of the zhang.

The trident was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it was stuck above the black cloud.

"Bang-"

There was a loud explosion, and the black clouds exploded, wisps of wisps, like strips.

The trident moved again, pointing diagonally towards the river, and the weak water steamed, like fog and wind, and the void was filled, and all the black remnant clouds were swept away. At this point, the trident turned around and re-submerged into the water.

"Du Xuan, bring the demon-dyed Yin Soul to my main hall!" Immediately after, a majestic voice sounded from the divine seal, reaching the heart.

"Yes!"

After Du Xuan replied, he nodded at the black and white impermanence on the bridge, waved the command flag, and the water escaped.

"Respect God, return Cui Jiu's Yin Soul to us, we still have to make a difference!" Black and White Impermanence shouted almost at the same time, making the Yin Spirits next to him look sideways, but the river was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.

The black and white impermanence of the immortal heart waited for a full quarter of an hour before he walked towards the city of vain with the remaining yin spirits with a helpless face.

"Half ninety miles of travel, this time it's miserable!"