Of course, Chi You's choice is also considered, not to mention whether he can resurrect his group of stupid brothers, even if he can be resurrected, you can expect them to kill people everywhere, but you can't expect them to recover their bodies and heal with their heads, this is a high-tech job, and it is not possible to have a low IQ.

Looking at the sleeping Chi You head, Yang Chenyu had a thought in his heart, but at the same time as this thought was born, the phantom of the Tiger Spirit Knife appeared above the head of Chi You.

Yang Chenyu snorted lightly, and hurriedly dodged, and at this moment, a light flashed in the tiger sword, and with a bang, the water mirror suspended in mid-air suddenly exploded, not to mention, Yang Chenyu only felt a chill on the top of his head, but a long hair fell, and at the same time, countless short hairs fell, plus a broken black wooden hairpin.

The sword intent of the Tiger Spirit Knife actually cut Yang Chenyu's bun through the water mirror, although the knife intent was weakened through such a long distance, but the weakened knife intent actually cut Yang Chenyu's hair bun in half. Although the black wooden hairpin is not a top-level treasure, it is also a good magic weapon, and it has also been cut in two.

In fact, this wooden hairpin is broken, Yang Chenyu is not surprised, but his hair is stronger than this wooden hairpin.

What makes Yang Chenyu speechless the most is that this is really a bit cheeky, although in addition to himself, I'm afraid even that Chiyou doesn't know that he did this kind of thing, but if his face is damaged, it is damaged, and it can't be fake.

A trace of anger flashed in Yang Chenyu's eyes, and his previous thoughts became more and more firm.

Chiyou is certainly a great power in ancient times, but feng shui takes turns, and now is not the time of antiquity.

Yang Chenyu then took out the green gourd from the spirit pool, and took a look, the damage on the green gourd had repaired a lot, and it seemed that it would take time. It's not impossible to fix everything.

Sighing lightly, Yang Chenyu put away the green gourd, wiped his right hand on the top of his head, recovered all the broken hair, and took out a wooden hairpin to tie the hair.

And the broken black wooden hairpin was discarded by Yang Chenyu, and I don't know which immortal will pick it up. Perhaps for those immortals, the place close to the Taoist temple is really a treasure place to pick up treasures.

In a square in the lower courtyard of the Qinglong Dao Vein of Fengming Mountain, thousands of outer disciples gathered here and talked to each other.

They are the latest outer disciples, but they have been getting started for three years, and their foundation is relatively solid.

Yesterday, they were notified. Today will go to the Land of the Dead to train.

In this regard, it can be said that there are all kinds of living beings, there are those who are so excited that they can't sleep, there are those who are in a calm state of mind like stopping water, and they are even more afraid, but they dare not say it, so they can only hold it in their hearts.

"Zijun, don't eat it. You're very good at studying those miscellaneous books, tell me about it. What is this place of death?"

An outer disciple asked his better companion.

The man who was questioned looked about fifteen years old, his face was a little dark, a yellow gourd less than the size of a finger and a Qiankun bag hung from his waist, and he was holding a roast chicken in his hand and eating it with relish. He refused to take his attention off the roast chicken.

If Yang Chenyu had set his eyes here, he would have found that this young disciple was the old friend of the Seven Cultivators of the Ba Snake, the greedy little Taoist boy.

Seeing Wang Zijun swallowing roast chicken, his companion couldn't help but stroke his forehead, as if he had a headache. Immediately, his right hand grabbed a handful of white sand from the Qiankun bag, and he was about to throw it away: "Zijun, if you don't speak again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing this, the prince's attention finally shifted, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the appearance of his companion, and casually stuffed the remaining half of the roast chicken into the Qiankun bag, and wiped his greasy mouth on his sleeve, quite like a wine and meat Taoist: "Uncle Shao, what are you doing? Let me tell you, friends are friends, if you want to steal my roast chicken to eat, I will turn my face!"

Looking at Wang Zijun's slashing look, Shao Bo felt that the two eggs under his stomach were a little painful: "Zijun, don't worry, no one will grab the roast chicken you have gnawed." ”

"Well, what did you ask me before?"

Hearing Uncle Shao's words, Wang Zijun's face suddenly became normal, and he patted Uncle Shao's shoulder with a smile and asked.

Wang Zijun finally passed the assessment three years ago and entered the mountain gate, and since then, he has lived a happy life, here, you can eat as much as you want, for him, it is already heaven.

And this Shao Bo is his friend, who entered the mountain gate in the same period, a completely orthodox Taoist boy, but the name his parents gave him seems to have taken a lot of advantage, and everyone has to call him Uncle when they see him.

Wang Zijun is more deviant in the eyes of everyone, who has ever seen a chicken leg in his mouth even when he meditates?

Therefore, the two became friends, which made many people unable to understand.

"I ask you, what's going on in this place of the dead?"

Hearing Wang Zijun's words, Shao Bo really wanted to punch him in the nose, and he talked to himself for a long time, but this kid really didn't listen to a word.

"Oh, you said this, isn't there a book of death on the 173rd bookshelf on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion?"

Wang Zijun couldn't help scratching his head, looking at the greasy fingers that had not yet been wiped clean and disturbed on the top of his head, it really made people lose their appetite at all.

It is impressive that this prince can remember the books placed on the shelves.

However, for a guy who likes to nibble on food anytime and anywhere, it doesn't seem to be difficult to stay in the Scripture Pavilion for ten days and half a month, at least Shao Bo knows that two-thirds of the volume of this prince's Qiankun bag is probably filled with all kinds of food.

"The Book of Death, I know, if I read it, will I ask you?"

After all, there are too many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, in addition to all kinds of Taoist classics, Taoist classics, and side door books originally owned by the Daomen, there are also some books or pamphlets written by the inner uncles and uncles when their hands are itchy.

Of course, these books and pamphlets are relatively simple types, and if they are more precious, they need to be exchanged at the merit tablet.

Because there are so many books, not many people are willing to read them.

They also knew that the Book of Death was written by the Taoist Master himself, and it recorded the situation in the Land of the Dead, as well as the characteristics of various undead creatures.

However, few of these outer disciples are willing to go to see it, in their opinion, this place of death has nothing to do with them, even if it is an experience, it is the inner disciples who go first, and the outer disciples may not be easily sent in.

Who would have thought that they would be sent in so soon. (To be continued.) )

PS: I have a fever today, I have a fever of 39.3 degrees, my nose is like the Yellow River overflowing, I am struggling, my brain is dizzy, I want to go to the infusion, and the code word is delayed. For the sake of the poor road with a high fever and not being in the line of fire, the brothers and sisters who did not subscribe held a personal game, thank you. Those brothers who stole the stickers, if you don't change this sentence, don't blame the poor road for cursing you.