"Crunch!"

Squinting at one of his open eyes, his face was full of mud with the color of enjoyment, and he glanced at the right side of his side suspiciously. Something seems to have just pushed him?

Nothing.

Seeing this, he ignored it anymore. Continue to enjoy the offerings from the spirits, the ghost door is wide open once in a thousand years, and the next time you want ingots candles and spiritual incense, you can boil it.

Thinking of his former companions, who had passed away one after another in the dark space, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Alas!

I'm afraid I'll get to that point, it's just a matter of time.

After He Xiaotian saw that the other party just glanced at him suspiciously, he didn't notice anything, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a curvature.

Then his hand of sin stretched out again.

"Crunch!"

This time, he increased his strength a lot, and he was stunned to push the mud out of the queue.

“？？？”

Haunted!

But immediately, this ridiculous idea was thrown out of the head by the mud.

What about calves?

Before the ghost door closed, he was a ghost guarding the door.

What bastard would dare to do anything to him?

Of course, those who have succeeded in the battle before are not counted.

People are people with great mana and death, and their cultivation during their lifetime is extremely terrifying. The eighteen muds were all in unison, and with the help of the power of the Ghost Gate, they could not be captured.

There won't be another demon as strong as the undead before!!

Thinking of this, Nishuo shuddered.

Glancing at the seventeen brothers who were still enjoying the offering, he hesitated whether to make a reminder.

Although his strength is not good, he is still corrupt and bribery, and he goes through the back door for others without permission. But in the final analysis, he has always been one of the gatekeepers of the Ghost Gate, and he has to do his duty.

With a strong sense of responsibility, he struggled hard. Just as he was about to open his mouth to inform the other brothers, beware of the Great Mana forcibly breaking into the formation.

Then he saw a scene that he will never forget!

I saw that his original position, the green smoke from the burning incense, was not cut off because he withdrew from the queue.

Instead, they became thicker and thicker, burrowing into the void one by one.

“！！！”

One thing to say, Nishuo's scalp almost didn't fly.

Isn't the great mana cow better than just now?

A punch broke through the power of the ghost gate, and a glance swept it, making it eighteen gatekeepers and ghosts, and he was seriously injured when he landed.

If it weren't for special reasons, if they couldn't die again, they would have been scattered a long time ago, and they wouldn't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

But no matter how strong the opponent is, he will never be able to absorb the incense.

Except for the Yin God and the Righteous God who were once canonized by the Court of Ten Thousand Ancestors, no one can. Even if your strength is several times more terrifying than that of a god, you can't do anything to compete for incense.

And the spirits who go through the back door either get the spiritual fragrance by chance. Either with the help of the power of the family before his death, he got the rare road guide, the incense candles left over from ancient times, or the moire ingots that were once the universal currency.

Perhaps once when the Court of Ten Thousand Ancestors was still there, these things were nothing.

They want to make, it's easy.

But now that the Divine Court has fallen, some things have been scattered in the mountains and rivers, and even more have left the former central domain and gone to other stars, bringing them over.

With one less than one, the original big road goods have become priceless consumables.

Does anyone want to imitate?

Yes, it's still very powerful, and it can be called heavenly!

But without exception, all failed.

Incense candle ingots are mixed with many unknown substances and special refining methods.

Imitation things, no matter how realistic and close, fake are fake after all.

I've encountered these ghosts more than once, and I can't absorb them at all.

Even if it is exactly the same, the inner essence cannot be the same as the real thing.

So before the ghost gate closed, I don't know when a god came?!

Nishuo was so frightened that he almost forced a cold sweat out, as far as he knew, this side of the broken world. Although there are gods and spirits remaining, most of them are survivors.

Many guys have arranged countless back-up hands in order to turn the dead back to life and reverse yin and yang.

Those who are a little better off are either asleep or withering in their slumber, losing their strength little by little, and their authority returns to heaven and earth.

And the god who can awaken and walk freely on the earth makes Nishuo's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Maybe it's the 10,000-year-old silver coin!

As for whether it will be a ghost like him, a heavenly soldier or something?

Don't make a fuss, with his strength, he hasn't been able to see the other party yet, so you can imagine how terrifying it is.

What's more, he knows more things, even the gods are almost dead! Similar to himself, he is basically a little stronger than running errands, if it weren't for the ghost who could maintain a little consciousness by relying on the ghost gate, how would he survive?

Stone hammered!

I don't know which god it is.

Nishuo calmed down a little, and then pretended not to know and stood honestly, not daring to return at all.

Anyway, this wave he has almost saved enough for a thousand years, so bear with it a little bit, and it won't be a problem to wait for the next ghost gate to open.

It's not like a hard life hasn't passed, and only then will a second stunned person provoke a god.

Even if it's a god who has just woken up not long ago!

He Xiaotian was sucking the incense vigorously, and his eyes were full of puzzlement when he looked at Nishuo.

Why did this thing change color since he pulled it out?

The yellow mud face was stunned like the face of the current Sichuan drama, and all kinds of emotions were complicated and tangled together.

A good show for him!

Then Nishuo seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized.

Then I quietly lowered my head, as if I hadn't noticed anything, as if I was afraid that I would be humanely destroyed.

【40.89%...... 40.88%...... 40.87......】

Since the other party is so knowledgeable, he is not a big villain who is unforgiving.

Standing in the mud, he took a closer look at the waves of spirits that had walked through the back door as he eased the pollution.

Lingxiang is the most numerous, but the amount in each person's hands is unknown.

One stick of incense and three sticks of incense account for about 80 percent.

Five incense, seven incense, nine incense seventeen or eighth.

In the end, there are thirty-six pillars of incense, very few!!

A pillar of incense needs to be inserted in the incense burner, and the ghost gate is stepped on empty-handed.

Three-pillar incense, just light it, no need to insert it in the incense burner. Smoke wafts all the way and steps into it.

The five-pillar incense also needs to be lit, and a vague human figure flashes away between walks, and a familiar and inexplicable force protects the person holding the incense.

Seven pillars of incense, non-combustible. There are seven stars faintly twinkling on the illusory incense, and there is a starlight under your feet when you walk, which is very strange!

Nine pillars of incense, extravagant!!

There is a golden avenue under the feet of the incense holder, and no ghost dares to ignore its edge.

The group of spirits that had been standing in front of the Ghost Gate immediately withdrew three or five miles away, for fear that they would be accidentally swept away by the golden light and end up in a dispossessed end.

He Xiaotian was so greedy that he couldn't wait to pounce on it and take the incense away!

But he didn't do it after all, anyway, he had the most spirits holding a stick of incense, so he didn't need to make trouble before the ghost gate closed.

It's definitely not that you can't grab it, absolutely not!

As for the thirty-six pillars of incense?

That's the bull (broken sound).

In the gloomy world of despair, the stars twinkled in the sky, reflecting each other with the incense in the hand of the incense.

Every time you take a step, you will inevitably see the Starry Sky Ancient Road under your feet.

He Xiaotian felt like he was traveling in all directions in the universe, and after thirty-six steps, he had learned astronomy.

It's just a few sticks of incense, which actually attract dazzling stars.

Who made this thing?

The second is the mist-shrouded, immortal cloud pattern ingot.

He received about 20 pieces, although he didn't know what it did, but it was cheap, why not?

The least is the red candle!

For most of the day, only two people passed by with candles in hand.

Then that feeling of becoming an immortal, He Xiaotian experienced it again, a sense of transparency from beginning to end.

He felt that if he had a complete candle lit, he might be able to sublimate his spirit and transform it to a higher level.

If it weren't for the ferocity of the red candle in his heart, if he snatched it, there was a high probability that he might capsize in the gutter, and he would have been unable to restrain his nature for a long time!

I don't know how long it took, He Xiaotian glanced at the pollution progress.

【25%】

Wait, something isn't right.

If you read it right, it was 25% a few minutes ago.

How is it that after all this time, it is still this number?

After another moment of waiting, he looked at the information in the upper left corner of his line of sight and fell silent.

[Pollution progress: 25%]

He Xiaotian suddenly had a very bad guess, the reason why the spiritual incense in front of his head can get rid of pollution is more because the source of pollution he suffered is not very terrifying.

And the remaining 25%, it is estimated that he glanced at the evil god Mengye, and the spiritual incense cannot be removed.

Or rather, a stick of incense will not work.

He needed to test whether the higher incense could continue to remove the pollution.

Otherwise, you're in big trouble.

'Alas! ’

At the same time, He Xiaotian glanced at martial arts, and it was still 50% polluted, without the slightest reduction.

It seems that the body is the body, and the attributes are the attributes.

He breathed a sigh of relief at this, fearing that with the decline of his own pollution, his martial arts attributes would plummet along with him.

And [Constant Attribute: Breath of the Evil God. Sleeping Realm: When you enter sleep, you have a 10% chance of entering the dream of the evil god Yumeya. Remember, don't look at each other. There are many secrets in dreams, and if you're lucky enough, you can grow up quickly and learn some ancient secrets. 】

Will you continue to encounter pollution in your sleep?

Once you see and look directly at Mengye, the pollution level will not be a wave of skyrocketing!

So robbery is imperative!

Thinking of this, He Xiaotian always has a feeling that he has been forced to become a prostitute.

'Oh, I'm sorry. I really want to be a good person! ’

But He Xiaotian's expression looked not only not annoyed, but full of excitement?

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

He has extended his hand of sin to the realm of Hades.

I hope that the lonely ghosts and ghosts can hold on tenaciously.

Just like Mr. Jin, it can be called a small strong that can't be killed, and a leek that can't be cut.

The stars were shining brightly in front of him, and a spirit with a big dog carved on his head passed by.

He Xiaotian's eyes gradually lit up, brother, the lucky one is you!

So, he twisted his hands and feet and followed.