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Under the gaze of Liu Daoren, Chang Jin only felt as if he was undressed, standing naked in the sun.

With just one glance, the other party can see the depths of his heart.

And Chang Jin doesn't seem to be against this kind of voyeurism. On the contrary, he felt that Liu Daoren was shrouded in a layer of golden light, quiet and peaceful, which made people want to indulge in it.

At this moment, the magic pen in the Mud Palace suddenly moved, and the mysterious feeling blessed in itself suddenly disappeared.

Chang Jin's consciousness was regained and he was awake, and a few traces of cold sweat couldn't help but ooze from his back. Just now, I was defenseless and fell into the other party's way.

"You are really not an ordinary cultivator, you enjoy humane protection...... Liu Daoren's eyes flashed with excitement, "Scholar, are you willing to take refuge in our sect and be the protector of my sect, if you are willing, how about the True Monarch guarantee that you will achieve the realm of earth immortals within fifty years?"

The Realm of the Immortals...... This decoy is indeed not small. Chang Jin had heard Bai Susu say that in the past hundred years, there were very few cultivators who had achieved the realm of immortals in the various avenues, and the rest were wandering in the realm of true immortals, waiting for the immortal fate.

Although this god in front of him doesn't know where he came from, he has the cultivation of a heavenly god, and he may really have the ability to make him an earth immortal.

In such a situation, a different cultivator may have agreed, but Chang Jin shook his head decisively: "I have my own way, why do I need others to give charity"

Since he decided to walk out of his own way, Chang Jin knew that this road was difficult, but he would not change it lightly. What's more, seeing Liu Daoren acting sneaky, it is obviously not an orthodox Daoist.

"Scholar, do you dare to refuse the true monarch, aren't you afraid that I will beat you to a soul and scatter you, and you will never be able to turn over?" With the questioning, Liu Daoren's face exuded indescribable majesty, and his aura became deep and lofty......

In this breath, if Chang Jin felt the scorching sun just now, it was as if he had come to a frozen and snowy land at this moment, and his body was completely frozen, unable to move at all, let alone make a move to resist.

The hand trembled slightly, and with a "choking" sound, the sword was withdrawn from its scabbard. Holding the sword in his hand, Chang Jin felt the strength gather in his body: "The soul is scattered, see if you have the ability to let me be caught, impossible"

In his previous life, Chang Jin admired a sentence in "Bright Sword", "To be a man must have a fighting spirit, just like a swordsman encounters a swordsman who knows that he is invincible, and has the courage to draw his sword to attack."

Cultivating in this world, Chang Jin felt it even more, as a cultivator, he should move forward and do what he wants, so that he can refine his Dao heart. If you encounter someone and encounter something, avoid it everywhere and swallow your anger, then the thoughts in your heart will not be able to reach it, and in the end, it will naturally make it impossible to improve your Dao heart.

When the words landed, Chang Jin had already stepped forward and swung his sword, and the aura of Haoran poured into the end of the sword. The sword lit up, the momentum was amazing, and it was incomparable. In the sword, there is a momentum that pierces the sky and cuts off the rivers......

Bright sword, a sword light cold, shining through the fourteen states, probably like "Hmph, mantis arm blocking the car" Liu Daoren's sleeves shook, as big as a seat, completely wrapped the sword in it. It's a pity that in the next second, he suddenly withdrew and retreated into the distance, with a bit of surprise on his face: "The Confucian spirit of Haoran, how can you cultivate the spirit of Haoran at a young age? No wonder it is so rampant, it turns out that you have a heart to rely on." ”

After a deep sigh, Liu Daoren spoke again: "You are more and more interested in the true monarch, a cultivator, he actually has the aura of Confucianism, it is really rare. Ben Zhenjun asks you again, would you like to be the protector of my sect?"

This time, Chang Jin didn't answer at all, and rushed forward directly with his sword. As soon as he took a step forward, he seemed to touch some kind of prohibition in the divine space, and his eyes were suddenly shrouded in black mist, and faintly, he saw countless ghosts haunting.

Dealing with ghosts, Chang Jin is naturally not afraid. The long sword in his hand flickered, and every time he stabbed out, he would harvest the life of the ghost.

Originally, these ghost creatures were in the Divine Domain space, even if they were split in half, they could be recondensed and formed, but they could be slashed by Chang Jin's sword light, but they immediately turned into black mist and dissipated, and they could not be reborn.

He killed all the way, and the green spirit was permeated, and he had already worn away the heavy resentment.

At this time, the confusion in Chang Jin's heart was getting bigger and bigger, this divine domain was not at all like the strength that a heavenly god should have, at most it was a ghost immortal land

Could it be that the luck he had seen before was fake, and Liu Daoren was bluffing.

Just as he was guessing, Chang Jin suddenly felt alarmed in his heart, secretly screaming that it was not good, his body moved with his heart, almost the next moment, he had already stepped under his feet, and directly retreated to more than ten zhang away, and when he landed, he swung his sword and stabbed a ghost thing close to him into a black mist, and then looked up at the void above

I saw a large cloud of mist in the darkness above my head condensed into a grimace that was several zhang square, and the next moment, the grimace suddenly fell, shrouding Chang Jin.

Although he moved quickly under his feet, he couldn't dodge it at all in the opponent's divine space, and as soon as he dodged twice, he was wrapped in black mist.

"Boom" Chang Jin's body shook, and he was swept into the mud palace by the black mist, forming a vague divine appearance. The divine spirit was shrouded in golden incense and mental power, and Chang Jin's divine sense came out, and there was a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

"You...... Are you a god from the underworld?" he cried out in surprise.

That's right, this kind of aura Chang Jin took up the land of Tongqu County, and led the Yin soldiers to escort the ghosts into the underworld, and he felt it near the Ghost Gate.

I heard Zhao Wu talk about it before, there have been changes in the underworld, and it is difficult for ghosts to come to the world through the yin and yang realm. How did this deity come out?

"Scholar, how do you know about the gods of the underworld?" the other party stared at Chang Jin tightly, and passed the words into his divine sense.

"What happened to the underworld?" Chang Jin asked without answering. This question has been pressed in my mind since I was appointed to the priesthood of the Thoroughfare, and it is natural to ask it at this moment.

"Hehe, scholar, as long as you take refuge in my door, I will naturally inform you of the changes in the underworld. The golden god didn't mean to answer, but instead burst out with a trace of black mist, invading towards the depths of Chang Jin's divine consciousness. These black mist carried a huge amount of resentment and evil yin qi, which was drawn from the leylines

"Looking for death" Seeing the other party's posture like this, Chang Jin sneered slightly. The next moment, the magic pen burst out with a cloud of light, quickly dissolving those black fogs

"Not good, strange treasure," the god exclaimed, and immediately tried to escape from the mud palace, but before he could act, he was shrouded in light

"It's not that easy to go. Chang Jin closed his eyes, his divine sense sank into the mud palace, only to see that under the illumination of the light, the black fog struggled hard, and finally couldn't resist, and with a sound of "Peng", it turned into thousands of pieces, and there was no trace of it.

By the time he opened his eyes, he had reappeared in the courtyard. On the other side, Liu Laodao fell to the ground with a shrunken expression, his face was full of incredulity, and he spit out blood in a big gulp: "You actually killed the projection of Dao Zun in the world, how is it possible?"

It was not for nothing to invite Dao Venerable to come to the world just now, and it consumed a lot of his own spiritual energy.

It turned out that what he had just destroyed was not the god body, it was just a projection, no wonder he was so weak Chang Jin understood it in his heart.

The other party didn't really come to the world, but just released a projection from the underworld through some means.

"What's impossible" The other party lost his soul, but Chang Jin had no intention of stopping, and pierced the Taoist with a sword.

"Master," seeing that the master was killed, the demented Taoist boy next to him exclaimed.

Raise your sword and fall and know the last person's life.

Immediately, something that surprised Chang Jin appeared, only to see those ghosts who were originally wandering in the Yin Gathering Great Array suddenly surging down like crazy, frantically tearing the souls of the two.

Liu Daoren's master and apprentice screamed again and again, and they were assimilated by boundless resentment in a moment, and there was no trace of it.

You cannot live if you have committed iniquity, and you cannot even save your soul when you die.

Chang Jin understood that these ghosts should have been killed by Liu Daoren's master and apprentice before his death, and they were trapped in the array, which is why they caused such a big resentment.

Thinking of this, he put away Liu Daoren's cloth and walked into the room quickly.

Sure enough, Fan Yu's soul had been devoured by ghosts, and these ghosts were still lingering in the house, reluctant to leave Ma Jin's corpse for a long time.

"Huh" Chang Jin released his divine sense, and immediately appeared to have a jade plate tied around his neck, which was covered with green light, which should be a magic weapon, which made a group of ghosts have scruples.

As soon as he touched the jade plaque in his hand, a soul immediately screamed and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, Chang Gongzi, please let me go."

Chang Jin ignored it and reached out to remove the jade plaque from the corpse. Just thought that a sword would result in Ma Jin's soul, and then stopped.

There are a lot of resentments on this soul, and it is cheaper to kill him with a sword. It's better to keep it like this, and let the other party taste the taste of ghosts devouring souls.

The next moment, those ghosts hovering in mid-air pounced and bitten.

After putting away the jade plaque and making sure that he had not missed anything, Chang Jin returned to the peach wood talisman stakes. The sword swung and completely broke the array

Those ghosts were unrestrained, and they roared again and again for a while, and rushed into the night sky.

How to control the ghosts, this is already the duty of the city god. There was a blockade of the Yin Gathering Array before, and he may not know what happened here, but now he can definitely sense it.

Returning to the inn, Chang Jin carefully looked at the straw doll that he had taken out of the cloth, and reached out to remove the talisman.

As soon as the talisman was revealed, the color of the straw doll's eyes returned to normal and became sluggish. At the same time, Wang Qinian next door heard a few coughs.

Chang Jin used his divine sense to sense slightly, and now the opponent's luck is rapidly rising.

Sure enough, it was a harmful evil art, and Chang Jin didn't have the intention of continuing to keep it, so he swung his sword and cut the straw doll to pieces.

Then I practiced the meditation sutra again, and felt that my body and mind were comfortable, so I went to bed.

After a while, it was the time for the rooster to crow.

Not long after he got up in the morning, Wang Qinian came over excitedly, and his sallow face became radiant: "Yunsheng, Brother Yu's illness has healed, and now he feels fine." ”

"Congratulations to Brother Qingyuan" Although he already knew the result last night, Chang Jin still congratulated with a smile.

"Yunsheng, can you go to Brother Fool's room last night?" chatted a few words, and Wang Qinian asked again.