That scroll appeared out of thin air, emitting hundreds of millions of Xuanhuang light, compared to Ning Qinghua's divine seal, the power is amazing, and the comparison between the two is like a firefly compared to the moon.

In the face of this sudden scroll, the red-faced little ghost's originally triumphant face turned dead in an instant, and a pair of copper bell-like protruding eyes glowed with terrifying light, and he knelt down on the spot with a pop, his hands and feet spasmed, and he paused again and again, obviously extremely afraid of the scroll.

Ning Qinghua seemed to be familiar with that scroll, and when the Yuan Shen flew to the side of that scroll, he immediately felt a familiar and abnormal aura. Holding the two ends of the scroll with both hands, and gently spreading it, the entire inner heaven and earth suddenly stirred up countless Xuanhuang mist, shrouded like a fairyland.

The scroll is about ten zhang long, after being unfolded by Ning Qinghua, it is suspended in mid-air, there are mountains and rivers on it, like a long axis of scenery, at the end of the scroll, is a scripture of thousands of words, all written in divine script, every character, is overflowing with wisps of yellow light.

Although it is impossible to read these characters, the meaning of each character on it is clear to Ning Qinghua, and this scripture is the "Fu Zheng Shen Gang". Obviously, the scroll in front of him should be the Dao Tong Heavenly Book handed down by Zhang Fu.

Seeing that Ning Qinghua was able to open the scroll, the red-faced imp kowtowed like garlic.

"The immortal spares his life, the immortal spares his life......"

"Do you know this scroll?"

Ning Qinghua flew above the red-faced imp with a scroll in his hand, and asked in a deep voice.

The red-faced imp was obviously extremely afraid of this scroll, and as Ning Qinghua approached, his whole body trembled even more, but he didn't dare to move slightly, and even the voice of the reply was intermittent, which showed the panic in his heart.

"The small, the little one doesn't know that the immortal is the heir of the god of good fortune, and the little one ......"

Obviously, this little ghost must know some deeds about Zhang Fu, and from his current appearance, Zhang Fu's original Taoism must be much higher than that of the little ghost in front of him. Otherwise, just a hand-down Dao Tong Heavenly Book would almost scare it away.

"Tell me everything you know about this scroll, and if it's a little untrue, destroy your remnant soul immediately!"

Although the threat in Ning Qinghua's words was very strong, when he heard this, the red-faced little ghost sighed secretly. Looking at this Zhang Fude's heir, it is still useful to his own place, it seems that he can still fight for it, and if he is lucky, he may be able to keep this remnant soul consciousness.

One person and one ghost, one standing and one kneeling, in the inner heaven and earth of Ning Qinghua, the two of them continued to ask and answer for about an hour. Tong Guò's red-faced little ghost's answer, Ning Qinghua did understand a little bit about the situation of the land god.

In ancient times, there were already cultivators in charge of a region such as the land of the mountain gods, and these cultivators had the ability to communicate with the earth's leylines and detain all things. Within the scope of their spiritual sense, all living beings and souls are under their control. Of course, these so-called land and mountain gods are extremely weak in their Taoism, and in front of those cultivators who have established religion and adopted their beliefs, they are almost equivalent to ants.

It's just that nearly 4,000 years ago, a strange person created a "Compendium of Blessings and Righteous Gods", which not only condensed the land god seal, but also made its cultivation even more unfathomable. It's just that later, for some reason, Zhang Fude disappeared between this world and the world.

Naturally, this red-faced imp is really not a character among the ancient cultivators, and many secrets are not known to him, and he only talks about some more general things.

"What is this place?"

Regarding Zhang Fude's matter, he couldn't ask too many other things, so Ning Qinghua changed the topic. …,

"This is the Mountain of Corpses!"

"Mountain of corpses?"

Hearing such a strange name, and then thinking of the huge abyss that rushed into the sky, Ning Qinghua felt that the hairs on his body stood on end.

"The place in front of the main hall is the abyss, which is used by the lord of this hall to detain the ghosts!"

The more I listen to this, the more infiltrating it becomes, and I won't enter the Netherworld for no reason.

"What the hell is the origin of this place? And you, what kind of cultivation did you make? ”

"This is Lutai, as for the villain, it's just a ghost cultivator."

Ghost cultivation, Ning Qinghua can understand. A large number of cultivators, after the end of their yang life, abandon their bodies and cultivate with yin spirits, and eventually become ghost cultivators. And after the ghost cultivates and disperses the soul, it will condense into the legendary blood jade. Because of the cultivation of the Yin Soul, if it is rare to live forever, there will definitely be a day when the soul will be scattered. Obviously, such a yin soul cannot be reincarnated, so that drop of blood can only be condensed into a rare blood jade.

Of course, before the soul is dispersed, if the ghost cultivator can get a new body and take away his body, then he can live a second life, but this method can only be used once. The red-faced imp had thought this before, wanting to snatch Ning Qinghua's body, but he didn't want to kick it on the steel plate.

"Lutai? Isn't that the palace of the king of Shang? ”

"Our king's name is Dixin, and I have never heard of this name."

Ning Qinghua inquired in detail again, and seeing that a moment was approaching, the red-faced little ghost lay on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging Ning Qinghua to let him live.

This red-faced imp used to rely on the formation in the ring to maintain his body, and that formation Ning Qinghua also knew that it was the "Spirit Gathering Array" that he had arranged in Shi Longchong before, but he could arrange this formation in a small ring face gem, and Ning Qinghua couldn't do it before it was condensed into a divine position.

It's just that now the red-faced little ghost is imprisoned in the same place in Ning Qinghua's hands, but he can't return to the ring face gem, so he can only kneel on the ground and beg bitterly.

In fact, the aura in that gem is already extremely rare, although there is a spirit gathering array, but there is no aura in this heaven and earth, and it is difficult to attract aura when there is an empty formation. It was precisely because he knew that he would not be able to stay in the gem for a long time, that when Ning Qinghua touched the ring with his spiritual sense, the red-faced imp who woke up from his slumber chose to give it up for the first time.

"You don't have much aura in that place, even if you are allowed to go back, you will not be alive soon!"

Hearing Ning Qinghua say this, the little ghost's red face turned pale with fright, thinking that Ning Qinghua had made a killing move, although he had the intention to resist, but the book of heaven in the other party's hand firmly suppressed him, and there was no other way in front of him except to kill him.

Seeing this little ghost's reaction like this, Ning Qinghua also knew that the other party had misunderstood him.

"I can let you go back to that Spirit Gathering Array, and I can also take you out of this world and to my dojo so that this ring can reabsorb the aura."

The red-faced imp is also a clever and abnormal person, and immediately kneels and kowtows.

"If you are rescued, I am willing to drive the immortals before and after!"