If it was a vicious battle, it didn't last long, and when Yao Duanzong personally ended it, it was only early in the morning.

Zhao Qianjia, who was exhausted, didn't wander with the Yijin ghost anymore, he was too tired.

Residence, Zhao Qianjia pushed open the door alone. Ye Guhong has already settled down, Ma Changtian doesn't have to worry about it, after all, the injury is lighter.

He sat on the edge of his bed, pondering what had happened tonight. That water-shaped god is a little outrageously strong, if this is not the human world, if Yao Duanzong and the other strong people can't arrive in time, then don't say it's him tonight, even if you add Ye Guhong and Ma Changtian, you will only be killed.

The pearl of the gods was not in his hands, and the matter of restoring Yuan Qing's cultivation could only be put aside for a while, and the most headache at the moment was how to explain to the Forbidden Immortal Alliance.

A ghost suddenly appeared in the room, dressed in high-crowned clothes and silent, which startled Zhao Qianjia.

Its eyes formed by points of light looked directly at Zhao Qianjia, and the situation was like a resentful ghost who came to ask for a soul.

Zhao Qianjia was half angry: "You bastard, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The ghost thing was still silent, its eyes were slightly confused, and it drifted a little farther away.

It's even more scary...

Zhao Qianjia was speechless, knowing that he couldn't control its actions at all, so he simply didn't care about it anymore.

In a daze, his consciousness began to trance, and in the haze he saw an incomparably vast land, with no peaks of mountains, no bottoms of rivers, and a black hole hanging in the sky, devouring everything around him.

His perspective, looking down on the land, was at the level of the black hole.

"Howl..."The indescribable ghost roar sounded faintly, adding a bit of weirdness to this space.

Immediately after, there was a "snap", like a whip on the flesh, interrupting the ghost's roar alive, and the place fell into dead silence again.

Zhao Qianjia tried his best to widen his eyes, wanting to see more clearly. He was horrified to find that the high mountains were all covered with bones, mixed with broken armor and weapons, and that the bottomless abyss was flowing with black water, like ink.

Decay, silence, and immutability are everything in this world.

A sense of resentment rose in his chest, which was unwillingness, anger, and resentment.

These emotions made him want to roar loudly, but he couldn't make a sound at all, so he could only hold it in his heart, as if he could not be extended for eternity.

He didn't know that at this time, the ghost in the room was prostrate on the ground, trembling.

......

Yao Duanzong was actually very puzzled, how did that immortal demon-level mountain and river god appear in the human world out of thin air? You must know that since the establishment of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance, this kind of thing has almost disappeared in the human world, and the hostility of the camp is one of the reasons, and more importantly, these guys have a fatal temptation to human cultivators.

The body of the gods who were born and raised, and the qualifications that are innocent and traceless, are destined to be the best tonic, and there is no market for it.

He twisted the bead and put it in front of him, only to see that it was restrained and sufficient, and even the surrounding air was a little moist, obviously with extraordinary effects.

If this Zhao Qianjia can get more gods of mountains and rivers, does it mean...

Wake up!

Yao Duanzong immediately disappeared and appeared in Zhao Qian's room, but it was empty.

Damn, a step too late!

The picture went back to a minute ago, Zhao Qianjia was lying on his bed, surrounded by black mist, and the ground was trembling in brocade clothes.

A white but powerful palm poked out of the void, wanting to grab Zhao Qianjia.

"Hum..."

The yin and yang pisces appeared, tailed each other, and slowly turned, shaking the palm of the hand open.

In the void, someone said angrily: "Zhang Zhidong!

Another voice sounded from the yin-yang diagram: "The time has not come!"

"Pretending to be a ghost is bad luck for Lao Tzu!" The voice in the void suddenly faded away, and there was no longer any movement.

The next moment, another palm wrapped in the sleeve of the robe stretched out from the void, and with a gentle support, Zhao Qianjia's body floated up and moved towards the void until it disappeared.

The clothed ghost that watched the whole process couldn't feel the breath that made it tremble, but returned to normal and slowly floated out of the room, disappearing.

......

Wudang Mountain, Zhang Zhidong frowned slightly, looking at Zhao Qianjia lying flat on the stone bed.

Is it really still not working? Is the ancient Qin Shi Huangdi's will to penetrate the darkness still so strong that it has not dissipated for thousands of years, no matter where it goes, no matter who it is, it must be applied to it?

Emotional obstacles turn into attachments, and it doesn't help in big things!

A mighty idea appeared here, turning into an old man's phantom, full of fairy wind and charm, looking at the appearance, it was somewhat similar to the old man master of Zhao Qian's family.

"This kid is the best one, and if he can't do it, I'm afraid there's not much we can do. The old man said.

Zhang Zhidong nodded, how could he not know? In the past thousand years, not to mention mortals, beggars, barbarians, and even beasts, they have all tried, but the king's will is terrifyingly strong, and he is not shaken by foreign objects at all, these people are simply dead and unreasonable.

As an old man, it took twenty years to settle down in the heart of Zhao Qian's family, hoping to use this to play with the will of the king to clean up the mess left by ancient times, what a great importance this is!

Looking at the world throughout the ages, who deserves it?

The Three Qingdao Saints are just three short-sighted people who can't be reused.

Barbarian Divine Lord: An unexpected product, what is the heavy responsibility?

The second son of Buddhism is vain and whimsical, and deceives himself and others.

As for his Pangu real body, Zhang Zhidong, a half-dead cripple, how to clean up the mess he caused?

But even so, why can't he suppress the obsession of Yingzheng? How many years has he been dead for a little human king, and he is still so ghostly?

In Zhao Qianjia's consciousness world, the anger and unwillingness infected him, and he wanted to swing his sword to the sky and stab it in a big hole.

I don't know how long I was tortured, but a pair of wonderful eyes emerged from the black hole, crying with tears and hatred in my eyes, and disappeared.

Since then, we have met and not lovesick...

Endless sorrow replaced anger, which made his heart sad and full of guilt.

"Hu Ji...," Zhao Qianjia on the stone bed murmured.

Zhang Zhidong sighed, the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, the most vivid example in this world is none other than in front of him.

It's just that woman, when she was determined to live and die in the past, she said, "Give up three lives, don't stay, don't pity or admit it", think about it at that time, this emperor of the ages, should have heard it in his ears, right?

Late at night is not as cold as my heart, ruthless is still your joys and sorrows.

Why bother?