"Bang Long!", "Bang Bang!", "Bang Dang!", "Pengtong!", ......

The eight blue gates of the underwater fairy palace opened, and the crowd continued to pour in like a stormy wave. Violent collisions resounded everywhere, the golden pillars toppled over, the jade windows cracked, the bead screens toppled sideways, the crystal cabinets overturned, and everyone who rushed in was red-eyed, like a mad beast pounced viciously everywhere, letting out a cathartic roar.

When the old burning knife led the crowd to the fairy palace, his eyes were in a mess. The hundreds of night pearls inlaid in the arch were all dug up, leaving small round pits, and the jade lion balls sitting on both sides were only broken pedestals, and the fragments were sprinkled all over the ground, still splashing blood.

"Boss, it's all fucking red goods!" "There must be more in it!" "After this ticket, you don't have to worry about it in this life!" "The subordinates are all gossiping, excited and full of oil.

The old burning knife stared straight at the pattern formed by the pit on the door, and suddenly asked, "Is this the word 'Langyuan'?"

The scholar said: "What Dao Gong said is correct, it is the ancient font of 'Langyuan', and the poems often refer to the place where the gods live. ”

"Okay!" Lao Yao took a deep breath, his eyes swept over the impatient many subordinates, and said in a deep voice, "Let's all go and get rich! Whoever grabs it is his, and no internal strife is allowed." ”

The crowd shouted in ecstasy and dispersed. Lao Burning Daozi looked at the back that quickly disappeared into the various palace corridors, and a cold ridicule flashed in his eyes. "Wu Sheng, why don't you go?"

The scholar solemnly bowed his hand: "Since the Dao Gong is here, how can Wu Sheng go first? If it weren't for the Dao Gong to take him in and shelter, Wu Sheng would have already lost his soul in a foreign land, how could he be a benefactor with wealth and lighten his benefactor?"

The old burning knife glanced at Wu Sheng deeply, this scholar was the eldest son of a small landlord from a poor family in Dachu, and he was not good at poetry and literature since he was a child, but preferred all kinds of side studies. His own sister-in-law was looked down upon by a gate lord and secretly kidnapped and raped and killed. He endured for several years, looking for an opportunity to poison his enemies, and then fled to the sheep slaughterhouse.

If he hadn't seen him as a weak scholar back then, he would have had the courage to go deep into the wilderness alone, and he was also knowledgeable, he would not have made an exception to take him in.

"What's more, there is no power to restrain the chicken. Here and now, if you are greedy and greedy, you will inevitably become a ghost under the knife of others. Wu Sheng said calmly.

"Good. The old burning knife said indifferently, "You are still sober, unlike them who are in a hurry to die." ”

Wu Sheng sighed secretly, the birth of the Immortal Palace will attract demons and Taoist families sooner or later, and the slaughtering of sheep will be in trouble. The old burning knife is undoubtedly going to abandon those men, so he ......

"What are the mere possessions?" the old burning knife's eyes swept over a dry pearl of precious energy, and there was no lingering. "Cheats, pills, and magic weapons are immortal fate. Wu Sheng, you are all involved in astrology and formation characters, what are your ideas?"

Wu Sheng settled down, carefully examined the surrounding pattern, and said: "Daogong, this palace has eight gates, which are divided into eight main roads, most of which are distributed according to the position of gossip. We are located in the south, when it is the 'away' door, the 'away' door belongs to the fire, and the fairy palace is located underwater, which is just the style of water and fire. Dao Gong's trip should have something to gain. ”

Lao Yao Daozi smiled silently: "If you want to 'get', you must first 'cut', you have to do it with others." ”

Wu Sheng's eyes darkened slightly, and the other party didn't mention the reward for himself, obviously...... He coughed lightly and added, "There are black and white platforms ahead, each leading to a number of palace corridors. In his humble opinion, 'away' from the 'yin' of the door master, the knife man might as well go along the black high platform. ”

The two stepped on the black high platform, and the golden and brilliant palace corridors were like peacocks opening the screen, unfolding in front of them. The palace corridors are scattered and distributed, twisting and turning, leading to the looming pavilions, platforms, buildings, and pavilions, like a huge and deep labyrinth.

Wu Sheng slowed down and cautiously followed behind the old burning knife. The reliefs stretching on the two walls of the palace porch came into view, and he was startled, and his heart was hot and beating sharply.

The whole wall carving is not stone or jade, colorful, and the color is so strong that it is almost demonic, as if the full juice will drip down at any time. The plants and trees in the wall carvings are gloomy, strange and charming, or there are scaly feet and claws, or ears, eyes, mouth and nose appear...... Birds, beasts, fish, and insects are even more strange, bloody and hideous, puffing and biting each other, revealing bloody internal organs and white bones.

Wu Sheng held his chest and breathed heavily, trying his best to calm his beating heart. This is his biggest secret - an innate seven-pronged exquisite heart, which can feel good and bad, and know good luck.

"What?" the old burner turned his head around.

"These wall carvings ......" Wu Sheng's gaze suddenly touched a picture in the relief, which was a red-faced, fanged, indigo-skinned demon, with its long tongue mopping the floor, its eyes bulging, staring at Wu Sheng gloomily, with a mysterious smile on the corner of its mouth.

Wu Sheng's heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out of his chest alive. He subconsciously looked away, and around the demon, there were many humanoid creatures: either pierced by a mountain of knives, or fried in a pan of oil, or crushed by boulders, or bitten by fierce beasts...... The bodies are all exaggerated and twisted in painful and peculiar gestures, but their faces are filled with satisfied smiles, as if they are enjoying a carnival feast.

Wu Sheng shuddered when he saw it, and then looked outside the crowd, the dripping blood stretched arbitrarily on the ground, outlining an octagonal array, like gossip, but also plausible. In the center of the array, a lonely person, with a wide robe and wide sleeves, wearing a dangerous crown, his face is obscure, and his hands are forcefully grasped in the air, as if he is worshipping the sky, and it seems to echo with the evil spirit.

Wu Sheng stared at this person's ancient crown costume without blinking, and there were intricate bird-fish patterns on it, this is the witch suit!

"What's wrong?" the old burning knife followed Wu Sheng's line of sight, looked at it for a moment, and asked with a frown.

"It is said that anyone who drinks the waters of the Nightmare Lake will have nightmares in the middle of the night, and in the dreams there will be red-faced and blue-skinned ghosts. Wu Sheng replied astringently, his gaze hurriedly swept over the wall carvings in the distance, red-faced and blue-skinned demons appeared frequently, and the surrounding scenes were full of bloody and tragic slaughter.

"It seems that the birth of the Immortal Mansion has been foreshadowed. The old burning knife nodded, "These demon statues are realistic. ”

Witch Costume ...... Worship...... Devil...... Wu Sheng's heart shook suddenly, and the words he had read in the ancient book of "The Secret History of Hunting Wonders" flashed through his mind, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shocking his hands and feet numb, and his face was bloodless.

"This evil ghost is ......" Wu Sheng was just about to blurt out, when a sharp stinging pain suddenly came from his heart. He saw in a trance that the red-faced and blue-skinned demons on the relief turned their heads one by one, staring at him coldly, splitting their bright red lips and letting out a creepy laugh.

The old burning knife patted him on the shoulder: "Evil ghosts, it's just dead things." With a punch, he knocked the wall carving down, debris flying, and the demon statue cracked.

Wu Sheng froze and reluctantly smiled: "Somehow, I always feel restless." Dao Gong, it's not as good as you and me......"

"Today there is no advance or retreat. The old burning knife glanced at Wu Sheng indifferently and walked forward. After all, he is a weak scholar, although he has a wide range of knowledge, he has a soft heart.

"Yes. Wu Sheng sighed deeply in his heart, and followed the old burning knife, halfway he suddenly turned around, and caught a glimpse of a few more people around the evil ghost statue. His heart sank, and he immediately made a decision.

"Boom!" Lao Yao Dao stepped on a painted floor tile, and a flame rushed up, turning into a one-horned beast, full of flames, roaring and pounced on Lao Yao Dao.