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Inside the county seat.

Chen Peng and Cui Xiancheng came to a courtyard together.

"The desolation, the netherworld."

Cui Xian turned around and spoke, looked at the queen of the shadows, and said with some uncertainty: "You are also the descendant of the Netherlands?"

Confused, curious.

You said it before, and Cui Xianling had some guesses after hearing it.

"In the family heirloom book of this county, there was a record of a period of desolation and seclusion."

In the midst of the wilderness.. There is a ghost lord:

Palm Netherlands.. Lead the world's demons and demons to cultivate..

However, after Cui Xiancheng, who was young at the time, saw it, he thought it was just an ignorant memory of the ancients.

"How can there be such a thing in the world?" Cui Xiancheng was disdainful when he was a teenager.

After all, literati don't believe in ghosts and gods, not to mention that he is the only son of a county.

Although the town is remote, there are also foreign teachers in the town, who have been reading poetry since childhood.

But when a few years later, when his father cherished him, although Cui Xiancheng disdained what he remembered, but when he saw his father's stern gaze, he was not afraid that his sick father would be annoyed, so he kept it carefully, but he never read it.

Spring goes to autumn, and a few years pass.

When Lao Xiancheng passed away, Cui Xiancheng may have missed his father, so he found the dusty Jane from the bamboo slips under the bookshelf.

"Nether."

He muttered, perhaps missing his father, and for the first time he sat quietly in his study and began to read carefully.

The book is profound, incomprehensible, and unseen in the text.

Over time, in order to understand the curiosity in his heart, he would sometimes ask people from the outside world to help him find some ancient translations to expand the volume.

But the years have passed, and a few years have passed.

"The words recorded in the bamboo slips were not available at all in ancient times, or no one will get them today."

Cui Xianling sat in the study, looking at the Netherworld that had been poorly interpreted in the past few years and shook his head.

Disappointment in my heart, after curiosity.

He shook his head, and was about to give up, but six years ago, an old man traveled here and found him after hearing about it.

"The old man knows some ancient texts, if you don't mind, why don't you let the old man take a look?" When the old man saw him, he spoke.

And Cui Xiancheng was overjoyed when he heard it.

"Whether it succeeds or not, the old gentleman should be worshiped by the students."

Before the Netherworld Formation was opened, Cui Xiancheng at that time was still a scribe who knew the etiquette and law.

And the old man did not disappoint him, and it only took one day to translate the entire Netherworld...

"After that, the old gentleman disappeared."

Cui Xiancheng recalled, only to know that the old man was called Mr. Shui Jing, Sima Hui...

From then on, a year.

Because of Sima Hui's translation to solve the puzzle, Cui Xiancheng found a strange thing from it.

"According to what is recorded in the text, can you really cultivate to become an immortal?" Five years ago, he cast a spell for the first time, although it only made the brush float...

"They call this a qi practitioner.." Three years ago, there was a swordsman named Wang Yue who traveled the world and passed by here.

"Qi practitioner.." Cui Xiancheng muttered to himself, looking at the background of Wang Yue's departure, and his belief in cultivation became more and more firm in his heart.

Because he feels that he is not the only one in the world who knows the way.

"As long as I cultivate to a high level, I will definitely be able to find more like-minded friends."

Cui Xiancheng's heart was full of longing, and he spent every day in cultivation.

But the daily progress is getting slower and slower, and five years later, his cultivation has not changed.

Anxiety, irritability.

It wasn't until one day two months ago that that that changed.

"The aura mentioned in the article seems to be thicker?"

Ecstasy, ecstasy.

His emotions seem to have been magnified a lot...

"I will definitely be able to become an immortal!" He laughed maniacally.

"Immortals, ridiculous?"

A few days ago, several generals with yellow turbans on their heads came here with a strong man with a horn and disdained him.

"This is what you call the Immortal of Youshan Town?" Zhang Jiao laughed and waved his hand.

"Cultivation is too low and unworthy of being complicit in me."

Cui Xiancheng didn't say anything after hearing this, and looked at the sky in a daze.

He only remembered that Zhang Jiao had said before leaving.

"Don't corrupt the word immortal.."

After Zhang Jiao looked into the distance, his face became solemn.

"If you let me know again, you dare to use the word immortal."

..

"I'm going to leave my bones behind."

Cui Xiancheng thought about it, looked at the dark queen in front of him, and said with some caution in his heart: "I'm afraid that this person is also the so-called Jindan stage qi practitioner."

Originally, he had invited Chen Peng and the four of them to come here, but he didn't know the depth of a few people, and he was afraid of offending the Jindan monk who was like Zhang Jiao.

"And it's possible."

Cui Xiancheng looked at Youshi, and after remembering his words before, he guessed in his heart: "It is possible that this person is the same as this county, and he is also the descendant of the Netherworld."

Thinking in his heart, Cui Xiancheng was puzzled.

"Cui Xiancheng."

You opened his mouth, looked at the puzzled Cui Xiancheng, and replied without asking: "Can you live here for a long time in your family?"

"What is recorded in the Chinese book at home is that they all live here." Cui Xian Ling replied.

After all, he had already cultivated the third layer of Qi, and at this time, he couldn't figure out the reality of the person in front of him, so he was as high as the truth.

"That's you." Yu laughed when he heard it.

"What is this county?"

After hearing the person in front of him laughing, Cui Xiancheng was even more puzzled, but saw the person in front of him take out a thin sheet from his sleeve.

"Your name is Cui Ming?" Ask yourself.

"It's this county."

Cui Xiancheng subconsciously replied, but he was a little angry in his heart.

"Everyone in this town knows what the name of this county is."

The local officials are the parents of food and clothing.

And although the people in the town hate Cui Xiancheng, they dare not remember their county name.

So after Chen Peng and the others learned about it, Cui Ming was not surprised, after all, he didn't know how long they had been here.

"Maybe you already know." Cui Ming thought to himself.

On the contrary, after the previous few people did not answer his words, and after asking himself questions all the time, he was a little angry.

"The county was kind enough to ask, but you didn't answer." Cui Ming looked at the queen and said with some anger: "Could it be that you can't play with this official?"

"What's the joke?" Yu shook his head.

"Why is that?"

Cui Ming said, quietly gathering aura.

"I'm afraid it's a fraud!"

The atmosphere was a little depressing, Cui Ming thought to himself, and was about to get out.

"Just look at it."

You opened his mouth, turned around, and after seeing Daozu nodding, he waved his hand, and the thin account floated to Cui Ming's hand.

"See it at a glance?"

After Cui Ming saw the book floating, he cautiously took it.

Start, as if there is nothing.

"It's up to the person to see what they want."

Puzzled, thinking in his heart, Cui Xiancheng showed caution on his face, and carefully opened the room, but saw his name...

"This.." He was stunned, and saw what was written on it...

Cui Ming, Chinese New Year's Eve.

Yangshou still has six years and two months left.

At the end of his life, he died of the loss of arrows.

Life and History.

At the age of three, he studied with his father.

The twenty-eighth Youshan County Cheng:

Three years ago, I saw one of his swordsmen, named Wang Yue...

I saw Zhang Jiao seven days ago, because he was intimidated by his magic, and his heart was uneasy.

Today, meet its vendors...

What is written on it is strange, as seen with one's own eyes.

The biographies are included in this booklet one by one.

"Why is this!?"

Cui Ming's eyes widened, and his heart felt like a river and a sea.

He muttered, puzzled, confused, trying to find out.

"Why is this.."

His eyes were red, as if he was crazy, and when he wanted to look down, after what he had just written in the book, it was a change.

Today, there is nothing to do, and I am still cultivating in the house.

"I'm still cultivating at home?"

Weird, he lost his voice, wanting to ask the smiling Yu Shi in front of him.

"Open what you wrote."

An ethereal sound came...

At this time.

Fuchu stroke rises..

"Before?" Cui Ming looked confused and lowered his head.

He saw the pages of the book moving with the wind, forming pictures that were imprinted in his eyes.

..

A young child, born in a secluded mountain, traveled the world, wanted to find something, but in the end, when he was old, he didn't find it, so he returned to the secluded mountain.

..

In the middle of the river, the boat will sink, and after a scholar talks and laughs and takes out the orb, the boat floats on the water, but it has not attracted the disaster of death.

But I don't know how many years have passed, when the big man hid with the enemy, he hid at the bottom of the sea, but he didn't expect to be killed by a sea beast between the deep-sea rock crevices.

In the end, the orb was missing.

..

When a teenager broke through, he felt in his heart and found a pearl in the sea.

..

A wealthy merchant dressed in brocade asked for a treasure in front of a huge dragon, but after the treasure was obtained, he died at the hands of a beast armor man.

But in the end, the Great Han also died at the bottom of the deep sea in a big battle...

..

"I've finally found you."

Above the sky, the sun and the moon rose together, and when a scribe walked with the vast earth, he was sealed in a mountain by a dying black-armored man for no reason.

"Cause and effect have ended, reincarnation is about to turn, although my body is dead, your soul will not be destroyed.." The voice of the man in black armor came...

..

A judge dressed as an old man, and fought with the previous black-armored man in a dark place with all the saints.

The sky is dark, and the ground is cracked.

In order to protect the lives of the people in black armor, the old man stopped the saints alone, but finally died in the dark land.

"The judge can die, but you can't die!"

..

Netherworld, the Great Hall.

A middle-aged man who is similar to Cui Ming's seven points, under the first place of the black armor, and a black and white thin book, the pen is written..

"The cycle of life and death is all under my pen.."

Eventually, the picture stops there.

..

Like a dream, like an illusion.

Scenes slipped through the pages.

The wind falls.

Cui Ming muttered..

"Life and death documents. . . Lord of the Shadows.."