Although Qiao Xi is not exactly a normal person now, what he cares about is that the other party is unfathomable hidden under the hearty voice.

- Anyway, even Qiao Xi, who has lived for hundreds of years, cherishes life very much.

Not to mention this unknown object that can't figure out the details, it is the flower demon who called himself Xingxiangzi who brought him over, and he is more powerful than Qiao Xi.

- Well, it seems that the cultivation has already started from the moment you step into the Dao.

Now Qiao Xi still has leisure and leisure to carry out such self-comfort.

In fact, as a god of nature, he doesn't need to deliberately go to practice to make himself strong, he just needs to stay in his shrine and ensure that there are always humans to worship him, then he will never disappear.

- But that didn't satisfy Joe.

Qiao Xi is not a natural god monster.

Although the memories of past lives have gradually blurred due to time, some things are always engraved in the bones.

This makes Qiao Xi unable to pin his future on humans who cannot be called reliable like other similar gods.

- Humans are always the most fickle and unpredictable, aren't they?

Qiao Xi smiled, and the whole person ...... The youkai seemed to be extremely harmless - it should be said that the gentlest and most supple human beings could not compare to the harmless aura he now exuded, like a small grass, a small flower, or the air.

The other party didn't know if he was more satisfied with his attitude or because there was no malice in the first place, and the words could be called a reminder, and after a conversation, without mentioning Qiao Xi's untraceable vigilance in his heart, he even had a feeling of unfinished.

Specifically, it should be the so-called feeling of "listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years".

However, this result made Qiao Xi feel even more strange in his heart.

After such a painful and happy conversation, Qiao Xi was very tired, and then he heard the unknown. Black fog. The meaning is unknown. The object's hearty voice suddenly hesitated.

"Qiao Jun ......"

The other party just called a name, and Qiao Xixin mentioned it.

- Hey, big guy, don't suddenly speak in such a gentle tone, it sounds like some conspiracy!

- And the word "gentleness" doesn't match at all, big guy, okay!

After listening to the big guy's narration, Qiao Xi ...... Qiao Xi's heart became more complicated.

Just as he had the first feeling when he first saw the unidentified object, he felt the same thing now.

This feeling was still there until Qiao Xi was sent out of the hut and actually started practicing, but soon, he didn't care about any other emotions.

The unknown man was very responsible and kept his promises, and he made a request to Qiao Xi in exchange for providing Qiao Xi with a way to practice - well, it should be said that the entrance is more appropriate.

According to his suggestion, the Yellow Spring was not a place that could be entered casually, and even if he wanted to practice there, it would not be enough at the current level of Qiao Xi.

So this person came up with a method that could achieve Qiao Xi's goal without causing too many surprises to Qiao Xi - the so-called Third World.

People in the world usually refer to the world as "this world", and Huangquan as "the other world", and in the gap between this world and that time, there is another world, which has no specific name and will not even be known under normal circumstances.

With the help of mysterious monsters and the unique power of Mrs. Yukikako, Qiao Xi came to the so-called third world.

Anyway, at first, Qiao Xi felt that this was simply a fantasy that he imagined could be used as the best place to practice.

The yellow earth stained red by blood, the corpses stacked on top of each other, the blood flowers blooming on the chest, the red, black and yellow staggered and scattered on the ground, the broken long blades rolled up, and the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke diffused in the air.

Qiao Xi couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and when he looked up, the sky seemed to be pressed very low by the setting sun, the vultures were hovering in mid-air, and the desolate cry of a crow came from somewhere unknown.

- There is no doubt that this is the battlefield.

The rich smell of blood filled the wings of his nose, making Qiao, who had been living in the fragrance of plants and trees, unaccustomed to raising the folding fan to cover his nose.

As a god, he could see the souls floating around the battlefield even if he didn't want to.

Qiao Xi's gaze swept over the ghosts around him who were either kneeling and crying or looking around in a daze, and sighed slightly, stimulating the spiritual power on his body.

- Even a samurai who died on the battlefield had the right to become a Buddha.

Although Qiao Xi is not very proficient in the skill of transforming ghosts, because the number of ghosts in the venue is relatively large, the atmosphere in the air suddenly relaxed a lot after Qiao Xi sent a wave of ghosts to become Buddhas.

The ominous red sky was dotted with white shimmers, not dazzling, but very gentle.

Qiao Xi breathed a sigh of relief, raised the fan a little nervously and a little relaxed, turned around, and then met a pair of dark red eyes.

- If Mrs. Yukako's eyes are as red and clear as if they had been washed out of blood, then the eyes in front of her are the eyes of evil spirits that have been soaked in blood.

Qiao Xi's fingertips holding the folding fan couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He soon realized that the eyes he thought were evil spirits belonged to a child—a white-haired child holding a long, bladed knife.

Looking at each other, the child's eyes flashed like a hungry wolf, greedy and full of malice.

The next second, the child was talking.

What he said was actually a bit unexpected by Qiao Xi.

"Are you a god?"

The child's eyes narrowed slightly, and his slightly long hair hung down from his forehead, hiding the expression on his face in the shadow of his hair, so that Qiao Xi was not sure for a moment what his attitude would be when he said this.

He paused, and gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes."

The malice on the child's body is actually very obvious, but Qiao Xi is not sure whether his malice is aimed at the battlefield in front of him or at himself, after giving a positive answer, Qiao Xi pinched the tip of the knife stabbed by the child, and there was a strange subtle feeling of "sure enough" in his heart.

The child really wanted to stab Qiao Xi's heart, but unfortunately even if he was in good shape, he was not Qiao Xi's opponent, not to mention the end of the strong crossbow at this time.