Butterflies staggered and flew in front of He Cheng and others.

But suddenly it turned into two wisps of soul floating hand in hand.

"Brother, we can finally be together after we die!"

"yes!"

Liang Shanbo raised his head and sighed, "Affectionate hatred has been empty since ancient times, this hatred is endless, I can go to Huangquan with Yingtai you, it is worth it." ”

The two ghosts flashed, disappeared into the ground, and disappeared.

The aura is rich, and there is a world of underworld.

"There are immortals..."

There are immortals and demons who will kill, but he still needs to be careful, this time he must act cautiously, slowly improve, and avoid killing chickens and eggs again.

However, with his character of not liking to suffer, it is difficult to say whether he can bear it.

"This Liangshan Bowen didn't expect it to be so bad" He Cheng was not a reading material back then, but he knew that the next sentence of "amorous hatred since ancient times" was "good dreams are the easiest to wake up"

The last sentence of "This hatred lasts forever" is the must-memorize poem "Long Hate Song" in the nine-year compulsory education.

"Min'er, look at the road..."He didn't know what unreliable world he had come to again.

Bai Min'er nodded, swept her eyes, and then raised her hand and pointed to the northwest: "There is a village fifty miles away." ”

The four of them flew up, but they were afraid of encountering a strong enemy, so they flew very low, and the height of the bird's flight was close to the top of the canopy.

Fifty miles was a blink of an eye, and it fell to the ground.

They don't need to change, they can't spend all the money they have, the town is not big, but the roads can be walked side by side, and they are very spacious.

There are low-rise houses and tiled houses all around, and most of the people walking on the street have the face of vegetables, and they can't stand the wind when they walk.

Of course, there are also rich people with red faces, no matter which world, the gap between the rich and the poor is an indisputable fact. COP> Sitting north and facing south, there is a three-story building.

The smell of wine and tea wafted into the alley.

Yuntun Tower,

There are also couplets on the left and right of the restaurant.

Write on the right: Guests come like clouds

Written on the left: Yuntun fog set

"Four, four, please! Inside please! ”

As soon as He Cheng stood at the door, Xiao Er bent over and trotted out, he was wearing jute clothes, white and yellow oiled socks wrapped around his calves, a certain felt hat on his head, and a rag on his shoulders.

The shopkeeper knows how to be proportionate, knowing that the three women are pretty, but he still lowers his head and doesn't look at it. He led the four of them up to the second floor to find a table of eight immortals by the table.

The rag rubbed against the table and chairs, and the shopkeeper bent down again, turned over his sleeves, and revealed Bai Lizi to wipe carefully on the stool.

Bang~

A piece of silver was thrown on the table, and the shopkeeper was busy collecting the money, "Please take a seat!" You may be seated! What would you like to eat? ”

Such a piece of silver is enough for the income of the restaurant for three days.

"If you're not in a hurry to eat, I'll ask you" He Chengyi lifted the hem of his robe, straddled the chair, and pointed to the ground, "Where is this?" ”

"Anle County, how many people are from other places? Behold, your clothes look very much like those of the Rakshasa Kingdom. ”

The clothes worn by the four of them were like the clothes of the Ming Dynasty, especially the three women of the Green Snake, wearing short vests, dresses, and gowns. And in this world, women's clothes are characterized by topless breasts, long skirts, wide clothes and large sleeves.

"What country?"

"There is a red-haired Rakshasa country in the north, just north of my Tang border, it seems that a few people don't know" Xiao Er scratched his head, and the Rakshasa country is just what he usually hears from other diners.... COP> "Datang ......"

"Let me ask you again, which emperor reigned?"

"Of course, it's the founding emperor of my Datang" The shopkeeper hugged his fists and bowed to the east, and when he looked at He Cheng and the four of them, his eyes were even more suspicious, a person didn't know who was the emperor of Datang, it was too strange.

"Bai Juyi was a poet during the reign of the eighth emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and he published "Song of Long Hatred" when he was Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty?"

He Cheng patted his head:

"Let's bring all the good wine and food in the store."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper nodded happily.

"How?" The green snake lay on the table, holding his cheeks with his hands, "This place has a lot of aura, I want to find a place to cultivate." ”

Except for He Cheng, they all swallowed the sun and the moon, absorbing spiritual energy to improve their cultivation.

"Min'er, look at the radius of thousands of miles, is there any cave blessed land?"

Bai Min'er nodded.

Through the window, his eyes looked at the boundary where the white clouds met the ground, and after a long time, he turned his head to look east, and then to the north.

When she finally reached the west, she came to a sharp stop.

The ears shook slightly, and the dexterous little ears had begun to eavesdrop on all the sounds within a thousand miles.

"What, what do you see?"

"Hmm" Bai Min'er's face changed slightly, and she exhaled lightly to soothe her mood.

"There is a man lying on the river stone in the west, very ugly, with angry eyebrows and evil eyes, but his mana is extremely high, comparable to his master!"

"How far?"

"It's five hundred miles away!"

He Cheng's immortal strength is not comparable to that of the heavenly immortals, but the immortal realm in the previous world is also at the level of Wude Xingjun, and he can be the captain of the security guard of Nantianmen, and he can also be a secretary of the four major secretaries when he goes to the underworld.

Although he is one step away from becoming an Arhat, only he knows how much difference he is between himself and Arhat, if it wasn't for the sneak attack on the mortal Fuhu back then, he would have died.

But it's already strong to be on par with yourself.

"Is it a demon or a fairy?"

"It's supposed to be a demon, but it's ...... He lay on the stone and did not dare to move, and suddenly seven arrows were shot from the sky, piercing through his heart, and he was already seriously injured......"

"Seven arrows pierce the heart, is it a way to fight with people?"

Great opportunity.

"You wait first, I'll take a look" He Cheng stood up and prepared to go over to pick up the leak.

"Master, I'll go with you" Ying Ying looked at a powerful snake demon, and then at the cold-faced female cultivator on the other side, feeling uncomfortable sitting here.

"Come here"

He Cheng raised his hand and grabbed it, pressed the demon on the shoulder and pinched it gently, and a moth with a big fingernail fell on his palm and was thrown on his shoulder.

"The ability of a person who can hurt a demon with seven arrows should be extraordinary."

"Master, after receiving seven arrows, the monster kowtowed to the sky and jumped into the river."

"Just right for picking up leaks!"

He Cheng no longer hesitated, raised his feet and paced, and jumped out of the window.

The wind exploded violently behind him, blowing the pasted windows wildly, and the pedestrians on the road were also staggered by the wind, unable to stand steadily.

In an instant, He Cheng has crossed dozens of miles, the nose of the zombie is the most agile, the low-level zombie has no sense of hearing, sight and touch, and can only chase people with his nose, and the nose is also his housekeeping skill.

In front of a big river, He Cheng fell.

The river rolled, and the waves carried quicksand, hundreds of miles wide, and the birds skimmed by, and their feathers fell into the water and sank.

There is a stone boundary monument next to it, on which are written three large characters.

"Quicksand River?"

"Journey to the West, Monk Sha?"

He Cheng secretly had a headache, how did he come here, but when he turned his head and thought about it, this place was not bad, the demons in the world that could not be killed, and the gods and Buddhas who could not be slaughtered, but he had to think carefully before he started.

If you are pierced by an arrow, you don't have to think about it, it must be a sand monk.

He turned around and was about to leave, everyone knew that Monk Sha was an insider, if he killed the monk Sha, wouldn't he just provoke the two big forces of Heaven and Lingshan on the first day he came?

Any Heavenly King, Arhat, can easily destroy him.

In the quicksand river, there was a "splash" sound.

A demon jumped out of the water waves, very ugly. Green is not green, black is not black, obscure face; Barefoot. The eyes shone brightly, like two lamps at the bottom of the stove;

Fangs support the blade of the sword, and the red hair is unkempt and fluffy.

There is a text that reads: "A roar is like thunder, and the feet are running like a rolling wind." ”

Before this was over, the water "splashed" and tore apart, and with another sound, a white dragon pecked at He Cheng.

"Brother Sha, this person is good, why don't we eat him?"

"Dragon Prince, I've already said it, it's not that I want to eat people!" The black demon raised his hand and rubbed his saliva, picked up the crescent shovel, and rushed towards He Cheng.

"White Dragon, Sand Monk, what configuration?" Can these two people still entrench themselves in the quicksand river together and discuss cannibalism?

The crescent moon shoveled in front of his face, and He Cheng couldn't let him beat him.

Raising his hand and dragging it, the big gun took off its sleeve and came out, and the "dingdong" hit the crescent shovel, swinging its tail and hitting the top of the pounced white dragon's head.

Sparks fly.

He Cheng Tengteng took seven or eight steps back, the white dragon's cultivation was too poor, "oops" screamed, was swept to the ground by the tail of a gun, and rolled on the ground twice like a dead snake.