The atmosphere is so good, it is not as terrifying as I imagined.

For Chu Moyu's many years of experience in carrying corpses.

The practitioners had already taken a break, and they stayed where they were and closed their eyes to recuperate.

When you gather in groups, you can tell who is from who's sect.

A few Shan Ding cultivators estimated that his sect members were almost dead.

They had no feelings, and they didn't open their eyes to the death of their fellow disciples.

Only Chu Moyu carried the corpse in front of him onto the backpack, and the lonely person stepped into the deep snowdrift step by step, and the Daomen Flying Armor backpack made a creaking sound.

The night is not dark.

It's hard to walk.

The avenue goes straight ahead.

The Daomen flashlight is only an aid.

The street lights installed at the gate have been brightened.

The flying mosquitoes are concentrated in the light and extinguished, and there is a divine array to kill mosquitoes underneath.

A little mosquito, how could the Daomen let him fly around arrogantly.

"The insects that heaven and earth do not tolerate, only by killing them can we be peaceful and far-reaching!" Teach spoken English.

When the disciples of the sect and the Daomen were disciples before, they must have been bitten by mosquitoes, which affected their spiritual cultivation.

Otherwise, how could the mosquitoes end up like this, and their souls were destroyed.

Chu Moyu moved forward silently, and it was impossible to rest at this moment.

There were still more than a hundred or so corpses outside the array, and he couldn't bear to rest.

Yes, Chu Moyu carried the body to the designated burial pit.

Yes, I can't bear to wonder if they still have any unused elixir treasures on them.

From this corpse, it can be seen that he is in his thirties, and his ability should be very strong, his palms were shattered, his internal organs burst out of his body, and the clothes on his body were stained with blood.

The pocket was empty, but his front tooth was gold.

Chu Moyu was excited.

Turning around, he found a granite oval stone.

He was so hungry and thirsty that he didn't care about the wolf eagle staring at him, and he didn't care if there were still cultivators urinating around him.

He picked up the corpse and looked at the front teeth to smash it!

The corpse's teeth were gone, and they were gold teeth.

couldn't care about other people's faces, and smashed the head of the corpse in front of him out of the hole, and blood splattered three feet.

The phantom rat that smelled the flesh of a dead man, woke up from the hole, and was a phantom rat in captivity in Daomen, this phantom rat devoured human flesh very strong and fast, and it was a bone that could be bitten.

It is a Taoist priest who has successfully tamed a phantom rat from the Northern Wilderness Fantasy Realm.

The name of this priest has not been left in the Daomen classics, and it is very old, and the old masters of the Daomen have not been able to find the general volume of the Daomen.

There are too many things in the Daomen that can't be explained.

Chu Moyu picked up the gold tooth at this moment, and under the light of the double moon, his eyes kept staring at the gold tooth for a moment.

"My darling, I will be in the bag, Moses Moses!"

Chu Moyu put the gold tooth into the space ring.

Chu Moyu wiped the blood stains on his face, and a cultivator happened to see this scene opposite.

Hao Yu Du, a disciple of the Wanjia Sect, shook his head and shook his head, and he couldn't see what to do.

He just whispered timidly to himself behind his back and left.

What else could he say, Chu Moyu had long been used to being known.

"He's crazy, he doesn't even spare the dead!"

This sentence has been a familiar comment since the first year he entered the Dao Gate to carry corpses.

Chu Moyu's muddy hair was covered in blood, no wonder he didn't like to dress up in the past, he was unkempt all day long, and he didn't take a bath.

Last night, he changed into a set of Vajra Realm robes, and he washed them once.

It is estimated that he will not be willing to take a shower until he changes into another set of clothes.

There are always a few nosy cultivators in this world, and they happen to be here.

Daomen has an explanation.

"Don't say a word."

Regardless of the wind and waves of the cultivators on the opposite side, Chu Moyu lowered his head and continued to rush back, and they couldn't help Chu Moyu.

It's not that you can't beat it.

The Daomen selected the outer disciples, and there was a reprimand.

"Disciples of all family sects, don't make trouble at will, and don't make trouble looking for workers outside the Daomen, otherwise the miracle will be unforgivable!"

Daomen is mighty, like a god, who dares to step forward.

Chu Moyu skimmed his long hair and licked his blood-stained hair seductively, causing the other party to vomit.

"Cut!"

Chu Moyu walked back step by step.

The starry sky at night, the scattered stars, this place and this scene, beautiful.

Chu Moyu slowed down, and ten meters away in front of him, the heavy snow covered the baby, and the baby shone brightly.

"It's time for me to rejoice in the treasure again! Good day. ”

"Ah, within the barrier!"

It's just a little bit close to winning the Arcana.

This side has carved out the area, and the treasures are on that side, which is the cultivation field of the disciples of the First Order Dao Sect.

"Why is the sky teasing me!"

Chu Moyu sighed and walked to the formation area with tears in his eyes.

The number of people coming and going increased, and the cultivators began to talk with each other at night.

clearly didn't take Chu Moyu in his eyes.

"I stink, sloppy, and nervous! Look at me. ”

Chu Moyu was secretly angry, and it was very unpleasant to be ignored.

Chu Moyu simply wanted to be in front of them, take off his pants, and pee!

"See you're still snubbing me like that?"

Chu Moyu only had room to think about it, the Holy Land of Daomen, and dared to pee in public, and immediately a divine spell struck him and sent him to the imperial capital to be enslaved.

Lonely as the air, Chu Moyu listened to them frolicking.

"Are they pigs, they are still in the mood to laugh when there are corpses and bones all over the ground!"

Chu Moyu carried the corpse to the backpack again, and at this time, he wanted to attract the attention of the cultivators, so he unloaded one of the arms of the corpse in front of him on the spot.

"Let you laugh, let you fall in love here."

Chu Moyu worked so hard that he didn't attract the attention of the cultivators.

They don't care at all.

"Okay!"

Chu Moyu gritted his teeth, carried the corpse, and walked back to the road just now, the meeting on his shoulders was already at its limit, and he rested tiredly for a while.

"How about drinking at this time?"

Chu Moyu observed the surroundings, at this point, the Daomen priests should have eaten, and the old masters of the Daomen should also wash and sleep at this age.

All the Taoist scholars, deacons, and guardians should be eating.

Chu Moyu took out a bottle of mandala flower wine from the dark compartment of the flying armor backpack, which was the best flame wine in the wine.

Chu Moyu has long had experience, and he has been evaluating the disciples outside the sect, and there are such simple things, sometimes there is a strange weather of yin and yang, gloomy and gloomy, and eccentric.

The Arctic Storm model is on.

There is no liquor to warm the body, and some inexperienced entry-level corpse bearers can't get the silver, so they automatically quit.

Chu Moyu took a sip and stared at Shuangyue, tears in his eyes, remembering the bits and pieces of carrying the corpse in the past.

When I first started to carry the corpse, I also worked for a long time, and it rained heavily from the sky, and it rained for seven days and seven nights without reason.

I hated that I was too young at that time, and I was busy for eight days, and I ate Daomen food for eight days, and I couldn't get a penny of silver, and I also pasted a kettle and three sets of clothes upside down.

Finally got through to today's good days.

"I respect the sky and the moon, and I make Lao Tzu poor day by day!"

Chu Moyu took a sip of it.

Two or three more.

Chu Moyu's face was slightly drunk.

The body was a lot more comfortable, and he began to curse angrily without holding back.

"The damned old master rewarded me with a stick, and he didn't ask for any money, and he didn't give me any money."

Take another sip.

"When I change my long hair and waist to an old goblin, I break into the mountain gate, and when I see an old master, I will pinch my neck, and I will pinch one when I see one!"

Take another sip.

"Beautiful, the sky is dead, but you are resurrected, I really want to see it in my lifetime."

Take a few more sips.

"Go to his baboon's door, and that god official who withheld my silver!"

The light of the earth slashed, and a flash of light came.

The Heavenly Eye of the Local Honguan Dao Gate woke up at this moment, and the huge Dao bell sounded the alarm.

The feeling of landslides and ground cracks, the whole Taoist temple is crumbling.

Chu Moyu was drunk, and his eyes were blurry.

"What's wrong with this mountain?"

"Oh...... Not good, it's an earthquake! ”

Chu Moyu picked up the big tree and climbed up.

"I'm scared!!"

Chu Moyu climbed onto the tree and shouted and roared.