Tea house wine shop, selling meat and boiled fish.

Although the few narrow gambling houses next to the yellow mud road are very dirty, they are also very noisy, crowded with people, impermeable, and a few idlers who do not occupy a seat are still clinging to the window lattice with their arms, scrambling to probe to see.

After the size of the dice was drawn at the table inside, he felt the same way, sometimes yelling, sometimes cursing, and his attitude was stupid.

Those who carry burdens, those who sell flowers, those who weave tables, and those who blow sugar.

There are merchants who step on the sludge with their feet and sell the rouge gouache in the package; The grass stage team is performing a trick of landing melons, attracting a crowd of onlookers and crowds, and the applause is endless;

A few children and yellow dogs frolicked under the big weeping willows at the entrance of the village, and their clothes were all dusty.

Crowds of people......

Standing on this hill full of graves, looking at it, in the distance, it is like a village market among the mundane, old and young are gathered, and it is very lively.

But don't say that the weight of the damp aura in the abyss is that even cultivators can hardly survive permanently.

The bustling scene of this mortal village is very out of place in this underworld alone, like a melon in water.

And looking at the past, after a careful inspection, Chen Heng also saw that something was wrong.

Although the village market was lively and crowded, everyone's face was miserable and pale, and the skin peeking out of the sleeves of the robe was faintly purple and red.

And the look in the depths of his eyes was also stiff and wooden.

All kinds of laughter and scolding are just painted on the surface.

It seems to have painted a variety of facets with a clay sculpture and wood carving brush, which seems to be fresh on the outside, but the inside is still the essence of the rotten wood loess.

The small hill where Chen Heng was standing was not far from that village, but everyone didn't notice it and turned a blind eye.

"Looks like you've come across a ghost village?"

Chen Heng thought in his heart.

The origin of the abyss is unknown.

Some say that this place leads straight down to the boundless netherworld, suppressing a tributary of the Yellow Spring, and is the reincarnation place of the cultivators of Xudu Tianyi, and there are divine soldiers and heavenly generals stationed below.

It is also said that the abyss is the redundancy of the barren wasteland of several states in pre-ancient times, and it was piled up here.

After all, the power of the immortal path is immeasurable, the upper can pick the sun and stars, and the lower can move the sea and the mountains, and it is not difficult for them to fight with each other, even if they smash all the states, and then create biochemistry again......

However, no matter what kind of words it is, this realm is due to the cloudiness and richness, which breeds countless yin spirits and ghosts.

The deeper you go, the more dangerous it becomes......

Yan Ping is also a Taoist who builds a double foundation, and has cultivated to the realm of "big and small".

Even if he was injured by his own innate Great Sun Divine Light, and then ran all the way away, and it was too late to heal, he still had some combat power.

If not, he wouldn't have been able to make Chen Heng chase after him for three days.

But now they are tied to the meat table like livestock, and all their limbs are unloaded, and they don't even know whether they are alive or dead. It's miserable.

The form in front of him is unknown, and Chen Heng has encountered such a scene for the first time.

He stroked his sleeves and groaned for a moment, but first took out a beautifully colored folding fan from the Qiankun bag and held it in his palm.

This fan is called "Chaohuan Fan", which is given by Xie Qin of the Flower God Mansion when he was in the floating jade park, although it is a stream of strange and obscene skills, but it is also ranked in the middle grade talisman.

There are twelve beauties painted on the fan surface of the fan, as long as you pinch a law, you can summon it, and the change is no different from a real person, within three hours, no matter how you toss it, you can't do anything.

After three hours, the body faded and returned to the fan.

And even if the body is dead, because there is always a mass of Shenyuan True Seal stored in the folding fan, it only takes three days to consume some fetal breath and manifest the dead beauty again.

The beauty on this fan is used to make yin and yang joy, because cultivators are often strong in blood and energy, different from the vulgar stream, I am afraid that there will be unbearable omissions when picking wars.

Therefore, the person who refined this Chaohuan fan also deliberately strengthened the flesh of the twelve beauties on the fan surface.

Almost every beauty's physique is as hard as a golden stone, but it is as soft as a cloud, even if it is the second weight of ordinary foundation building, a monk whose size is like the artistic conception realm, it is far inferior.

If these twelve people rode horses and rushed to kill, no matter how peerless the generals were, they would not be the same enemy.

Even if there is no Taoist mystic skill to surround the body, it can easily destroy the city and destroy the army.

It seems that such a suitable puppet can just take risks for Chen Heng and explore the reality of the ghost village ahead.

He silently recited a sentence of law in his mouth, and after a moment, he casually pointed at one of the people on the Chao Huan fan.

With a charming chuckle, there was a misty aura floating in the air, and after a few breaths, the aura slowly landed and turned into a beautiful girl.

She stood under an old tree, with a beautiful flower and a graceful jade, wearing only a Luo dress as thin as a cicada's wings, and her figure was even more graceful and graceful, with a slender waist and hips.

When people see it, they can't help but feel on fire, and they want to hug it into their arms and enjoy it carefully, and they don't care about anything else.

"Concubine Chu Niang, I've seen this master, I don't know-"

"No need to be polite, the ghost village ahead is quite strange, please explore its reality for me."

Chen Heng waved his hand, interrupted the beautiful woman's bow, and spoke.

"Sir?"

The beautiful woman who called herself Chu Niang had not finished speaking, so she couldn't speak anymore.

She stiffened her head, her apricot eyes full of disbelief, and her heart pounded.

After a long time, he said strangely:

"What was the old man talking about...... Is it a concubine? Can you open your mouth again and repeat it? ”

"Investigate the reality of the ghost village ahead for me."

Chen Heng glanced at her lightly:

"How?"

“……”

Chu Niang was stunned, her mouth opened slightly, and for a while, her eyes looking at Chen Heng were full of complicated colors.

Since this person got the Chaohuan fan, he hasn't used it yet, and today he finally took it out, Chu Niang thought that the young man had finally opened his mind and was able to understand the taste.

Unexpectedly.

He summoned himself out to send himself to death......

Seeing that Chu Niang was stunned for a while, she froze in place for a long time and did not move.

Chen Heng frowned and said:

"Why don't you move for a long time, don't I understand enough?"

"No, it's not ......"

Chu Niang shook her head, bit her cherry lips, and brushed the cloud-like hair on her cheeks behind her ears with her left hand.

She glanced at Chen Heng, her cheeks filled in an instant, she nodded, and said delicately:

"If the concubine can save herself, she must do her best and live up to the master's trust."

"After entering the ghost village, if possible, kill the person who was tied to the meat case first."

Chen Heng has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and he was not moved, but said:

"I'm tired."

Chu Niangxiang's shoulders shrugged slightly, and she bowed her head shyly and timidly, and accepted it.

And she had just walked into the ghost village, and the originally bustling and lively market was silent for a moment, as if a little thick ink had been dripped into the clear water.

Out of place, out of place.

A group of villagers instantly became the appearance of ghosts and ghosts!

Swarmed.

Tearing Chu Niang to pieces in an instant!

Mo said that she was going to kill Yan Ping, who was tied to the meat case, and she had only walked less than three steps before she was torn to pieces by the group of ghosts.

That is still better than the physical body of the foundation building double cultivator, and it can't play any role!

And after the group of ghosts tore Chu Niang apart, all kinds of fierce looks on their bodies disappeared for a moment, as if nothing happened......

The stalls were still shouting loudly, and the grass stage team continued to perform tricks.

Even those children who were bleeding and had rotten stomachs were flushed at the moment, and then rolled with the yellow dog......

"What a fierce ghost!"

Chen Heng was shocked.

Later, when I saw that they were like puppets and puppets, they would only act according to the given instructions, and they were obviously spiritually ignorant, and their minds were not opened, and they had a vague idea in their hearts.

At this time, on the fan of Chaohuan, Chu Niang's appearance had already dimmed slightly.

Even though he tentatively pinched it again, he still didn't move at all and couldn't call it down.

Chen Hengqing knew that it would take three days before he could manifest her again, and after trying it once, he didn't care anymore, but only randomly selected a beauty and summoned her.

still couldn't take three steps, and was easily torn apart by the ghosts.

Seeing this, Chen Heng did not hesitate, and summoned another one again, and asked her to walk into the ghost village......

The fourth.

……

Fifth.

……

Sixth.

……

When most of the twelve beauties on the Chaohuan fan died.

Chen Heng put away the folding fan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and groaned.

This group of ghosts is very stubborn, even if he enters it himself, he will never be pleased.

I can't say that the sound of this fight will provoke even more powerful ghosts.

At that time, I couldn't say that I was really worried about my life......

And he just drove the beauties on the fan into the bazaar, but he didn't want them to blindly send them to death.

First, it is to test the intelligence of the ghosts.

Second, he wants to ingest a trace of yin qi from these ghosts, and then use the "bokeh convergence technique" to simulate the qi machine and deceive the past.

……

"Fortunately, although these ghosts are fierce, their intelligence is very low, and they will only guard their own one-third of an acre, and even as long as they do not enter the entrance of the village, they will not be hostile to them."

Chen Heng twisted a trace of the ghost qi machine that was taken by the women of Chaohuan Fan in his hand, and used the "Bokeh Gathering Technique" to make it a few times.

After the changes in one's own qi and the ghosts of the bazaar are the same, there is no difference.

Only then did he throw off his sleeves and strode towards the group of ghosts.

Just as soon as he stepped into the village.

There was an indescribable treacherous atmosphere, which covered him heavily!

It seemed to have landed on the side of a sleeping beast, and with the slightest movement, it could wake it up and see it open its bloody mouth!

The yin wind blew up, swaying left and right, bleak and bleak.

When he approached, all the ghosts that were originally lively stopped for a moment, and their noses moved, like dogs smelling fishy smells.

However, the "Bokeh Convergence Technique" is not an ordinary mystical skill after all, and after a few moments of doubt, they no longer move, ignoring Chen Heng, and continuing to do their own thing.

"Luckily, these ghosts aren't very intelligent...... Nor is there any hostility towards your own kind? ”

Seeing this scene, Chen Heng relieved himself and breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked towards Yan Ping on the meat case, and accosted a few ghosts along the way, but they didn't pay attention to it and ignored it.

"Uncle?"

The owner of the butcher's shop was a shirtless butcher, about sixty years old, fat and strong, with a long white beard under his chin that almost reached his chest, and a scarlet minced flesh stained inside, which was very messy.

Hearing Chen Heng's call, he didn't look up, but still rubbed his hands back and forth, muttering to himself.

"It's really fateful, it's like this, and there is still breath."

On the meat case, although Yan Ping, who had his limbs removed, fainted, he still had a breath left.

This person has a lot of secret treasures on his body, and it is with these things that he not only escaped for three days, but also hung his life at this time.

When Chen Heng raised his hand to completely kill him.

Suddenly, the butcher's expression, who had been indifferent, moved, and he quickly stretched out his hand and encircled Yan Ping's torso like a food.

"The blood food of the teapot male, the afterlife...... Don't eat! ”

He muttered in a deep voice:

"Miss Fuli's wedding, the best blood food, all of them are Shanhu Gong!"

He shouted as if in protest, and at the sound of this, the demons all turned sideways.

The slightest mad yin wind blew out of nowhere, chilling the muscles and bones! It makes people's scalps tingle!

Chen Heng's eyes sank slightly.

Seeing that Chen Heng was standing at the meat case, he was not deterred by himself, and the butcher grunted again in the depths of his throat.

He stretched out his big futon hand, stiffened for a moment, and then slowly took Yan Ping's left leg from the iron hook, shook it, and then threw it at Chen Heng's feet.

"Whew, come and eat!"

The butcher shouted:

"Go! Go! ”

Countless pairs of white eyes turned violently, and the group of ghosts faintly stirred, and in an instant, Chen Heng only felt a malicious spirit enveloping him.

It was as if he just had to reach out and touch Yan Ping's severed hand.

The next moment.

They will be torn apart by the ghosts!

"It seems that we can only kill ......"

Faced with such an abrupt scene, Chen Heng's eyes also showed a solemn look, when he lifted his sleeve robe and was about to force his shot.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of string music in the air, and the sound was endless, and there were bursts of fragrant fragrance.

"Teapot ......"

The butcher grunted again, and quickly covered his face with his hands and lowered his head.

The ghosts were all terrified, whining and screaming, as if suddenly their minds were opened, and they were more frightened.

……

……

In a vast mansion.

Song Rupu, who couldn't escape the marriage again, was pressed to the ground by several big ghosts, tied up in groups, and couldn't move even a finger.

"Miss is the son of the mountain pot prince, and my uncle really doesn't know what to do."

A long-tongued ghost dressed in the housekeeper's mamma dress grinned, floated into the air, and said:

"You've already annoyed Miss, if there is a next time, Miss will let the old man put his uncle in Cinnabar Ding, blow it up, and then release it again."

"I don't want to get married! I don't want to have children! ”

Song Rupu cried and mourned, squirming and struggling on the ground:

"Everyone has clearly become a ghost, how can there still be men and women love, is this reasonable? How does this make sense?! ”