For such a family, Shang Luo is really a little curious, and always feels that the brain circuit is different from normal people, and this kind of family that is obviously different from everyone will definitely be strongly rejected in theory.

Seeking common ground while reserving differences, if it was really that easy, Premier Zhou would not be so great.

The predecessor was rejected by his peers because of his study of literature and reading, and the Wen family should not have a good end in this kind of thinking.

But the fact is that the Wen family was not only not excluded by the Xingluo Hundred Clan, but instead became the leader of the north and squeezed into the inner circle, which is also quite thought-provoking.

According to his guess, the Wen family must have a relationship with the five sects of Xianmen, maybe it is the Ziyang Sect that is the first in Xianmen, after all, the Ziyang Sect is the first in the thunder law, and everyone knows it.

But a disciple of the Wen family who cultivated the Thunder Law worshiped the White Bone Dao, which was simply interesting.

......

"What's your name?"

"Fang Dong. ”

Shang Luo was stunned, this name is quite strange.

"But in the future, you should call me the landlord. ”

In the storage ring, the gray and black brilliance flows, and the next moment, the soul nourishing gourd appears in the hand, and the upper and lower belly are engraved with a word, "raising" and "soul", the tentacles are cold and delicate, and there is a sense of woody texture.

The thumb of his left hand picked up the jade plug at the mouth of the gourd, and the spiritual power urged, and a suction force suddenly gushed out from the mouth of the gourd, manifesting the image of a gray and black whirlpool.

Fang Dong was still wondering the meaning of Shang Luo's last sentence, could it be that the other party was also called Fang Dong? This was to make him change his name?

It didn't take long for the trade-off between name and life to be heard, only to hear a "whoosh", Fang Dong's entire ghost body suddenly became smaller, and then, all of a sudden, he was taken away by the soul cultivator.

Heaven and earth reversed, and when he woke up again, Fang Dong was stunned, he actually came to a gray-black space, the space was gray, there was no color, no sound, no time, as if there was nothing, except for a gray-black strange air current.

This air flow gave him a strange sense of familiarity, and after a little thought, it turned out to be somewhat similar to the ghost mist, after all, he was also a monk who had practiced the White Bone Mound in the Eight Classics before his death, and he was naturally very familiar with the energy of the ghost mist.

This also made him feel more and more strange, when he was taken away just now, due to the suddenness of the incident, he didn't react at all, he didn't see the soul nourishing gourd, and he didn't know that he was sucked into the gourd.

"Anyone?"

There was a cry, and it was empty, and there was nothing.

At this moment, Fang Dong suddenly felt a chill behind him, his scalp was numb, and when he turned his head, a pair of red and crazy eyes were staring at him.

"Hell!"

The blue-purple brilliance instantly erupted in the soul nourishing gourd.

......

"It's quite lively, I hope two people ...... Oni can get along amicably. ”

Sensing a faint fluctuation erupting from the inside of the Soul Nourishing Gourd, Shang Luo shook his head and put the Soul Nourishing Gourd into the storage ring, he was not afraid that the Soul Nourishing Gourd would be destroyed, such as this kind of magic weapon, there may be a possibility of being destroyed from the outside, and the difficulty of destroying it from the inside is more than a hundred times that of the outside, which is almost impossible.

After all, the design direction of this soul cultivator from the beginning is to raise ghosts, and the first thing to consider is the riot of internal ghosts.

Although he has not yet practiced this soul cultivation gourd, he can only barely play a basic role of the magic weapon, but just relying on the magic circle engraved on the inner wall of the gourd's body, it is not a problem to trap the two newborn ghosts.

You must know that at the beginning, Yang Yue raised ninety-nine powerful ghosts in this soul-raising gourd, even if these powerful ghosts were all defective products that were spawned, they were not as high in quality as his two, and they could be quantitatively transformed into qualitative changes, and the ninety-nine together would definitely be more powerful than Zhou Hongyun and Fang Dong.

Of course, failing to practice also means that other functions cannot be activated, such as urging the soul nourishing gourd, so that the internal ghosts kill and devour each other.

With the brutal personality of the ghosts, although they will also be hostile to each other, they are not fully sure of devouring each other, and the possibility of being safe and sound is relatively large, and this effect of the soul nourishing is to make the ghosts completely zombie sanity, stimulate the ferocity in them, and help the winning ghosts to perfectly devour the origin of other ghosts.

"Smell the rules?"

After everything was over, Shang Luo raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Ze, just now he seemed to be busy with other things, but his perception had never left the figure wearing a blue and purple suit, and the Nine Shocking Divine Thorns Dao Dao was aiming, always ready, once he heard that there was a change, he would immediately usher in the thunder blow of the Nine Terrifying Divine Thorns.

He still remembered the temptation in the Bone Hall before, and this smell seemed to have a spiritual protective spell, or a magic weapon.

But again, he didn't believe that he could block the nine terrifying thorns, you must know that Yue Fengshan, Yue Fenglin, and Yue Shuihua were so strong, and they couldn't resist a terrifying thorn.

"Forest marks?"

Wen Ze did not answer, but asked directly, not wanting to give up the initiative in the conversation.

"It's me. ”

Shang Luo admitted it calmly, but it made Wen Ze's face have a different color.

"I took the things, how about I accept your affection?"

After a little hesitation, Shang Luo immediately said.

This statement is not that he is afraid of Wen Ze, but in fact, this Fang Dong is the prey of Wen Ze, or a crippled prey, theoretically speaking, his behavior is suspected of snatching people's heads.

Although, in the Demon Sect, it is right to do whatever you want, and you can just grab whatever you want, but since the other party did not show malice to him, and there are not necessarily any priceless treasures on him, he will not easily have the idea of killing them all.

Not being afraid of making enemies does not mean that you have to have enemies all over the world.

Other than that, he wasn't without other thoughts.

Shang Luo really wanted to see Wen Ze's follow-up development in the White Bone Dao, thinking about it, a disciple of the Wen family who studied the majestic Lei Fa and might have a relationship with the Ziyang Sect, the first of the five sects of the Xianmen, turned out to be a sworn enemy, the White Bone Dao Sect who was known for his crazy and evil nature in the five sects of the Demon Gate.

Of course, the basis of everything is based on Wen Ze's knowledge, otherwise, once Wen Ze shows hostility, he will definitely kill him here.

The memory of a weak enemy is no better than the secret peeping of a strong man.

"Yes. ”

Wen Ze nodded, although the black-shirted young man in front of him snatched his prey as soon as they met, but he didn't have much anger, and he didn't feel offended.

To put it bluntly, a ghost is of little use to him, and Lin Zhen wants to save his spiritual power.

Of course, the principle of the Wen family is to eliminate evil.

In a sense, if it were according to the clan rules, he should have fought with the black-shirted young man in front of him, and although the heavy bloody aura was washed away a lot, he still smelled it.

The blood of each creature tasted different, and the smell of blood emanating from the black-shirted boy was at least the smell of hundreds of creatures mixed together, mixed, bloody, and rich.