With the passage of time, the environment here has also begun to change, dim and gloomy, slowly adding a glimmer of skylight, scattered buildings, as if reversing time, first showing ruins out of thin air, and then quickly becoming complete and bright.

The uneven black dirt roads also slowly turned into rammed loess avenues, and finally turned into solid stones.

All kinds of ghost things appeared more and more, even if there were only a few of these dense ghost things that pounced on him, most of them were still constantly climbing the huge spiritual tree like a mountain.

A large-scale lethal group attack, or the purest destructive force, could not destroy these ghosts, so Qin Yang gave up the conventional method.

took out the ash of the drunken order, hung it around his neck, a trace of cold breath flowed, and Qin Yang's suppressed power instantly returned to its normal state.

A trace of indescribable and unexplained unique aura circulated in the Xuan Du Ling.

What exactly is this token and who does it belong to, Qin Yang is actually not too sure, but by bringing this token, it can be inferred that the territory of the ancient underworld will not be suppressed by heaven and earth, and the token should belong to a civil servant of an ancient underworld, and it should not be the most basic.

Feeling the breath of the drunken capital, those ghosts who seemed to have lost their minds and kept pounced stopped.

As he expected, these ghosts will instinctively fear public officials.

But immediately after, Qin Yang's face was a little not good.

He felt that he had overlooked a very important issue.

Quantity.

There are just too many.

If the ghost thing that is close to him within a certain range and feels the breath of the drunken order, it will stop, and even take the initiative to retreat.

But the reality is that those guys can't retreat if they want to.

The ghosts that are constantly pouring in from the rear will push the ones in front of them to pounce forward, and the ghosts that cover the sky and the sun will be slowly stacked up, stepping on one by one and rushing forward.

Qin Yang also saw a ghost thing, and after approaching him, he let out a frightened scream, but he was squeezed by other ghost things around him, his feet were hanging in the air, and his body was approaching Qin Yang little by little.

Qin Yang looked melancholy, took out a round light suit and put it on himself, two layers of round light bloomed behind his head, the endless ghost thing roared, and the torrent of malice began to be partially contained.

But it's still useless.

Qin Yang pondered what to do next.

There are actually quite a few ways to give it a try, but the problem is that there are uncertainties.

For example, the Black Jade Divine Gate.

When he hadn't pushed the Black Jade Divine Gate open back then, he was actually ready to try his best to destroy the Black Jade Divine Gate and start over.

So at that time, no matter what happens, he can not care.

For example, enter the ghost gate of the Black Jade God Gate.

But after pushing open the Black Jade Divine Gate, he didn't see a single ghost, and he didn't know if the ghost thing that entered the Black Jade Divine Gate at that time, and the ghost thing that entered the Black Jade Divine Gate now, entered the same place.

What if I go directly to his Dao Palace?

No matter what, it is his Dao Palace, where his foundation is, and he allows other creatures to enter his Dao Palace, unless he is completely trusted, otherwise, he will simply have nothing to do.

However, even if you don't put it in, you can try it as a brick, what if the Black Jade Divine Gate can completely kill these ghosts?

The ghosts around him had already formed a hill, some were retreating, some were still rushing forward, and the distance from him was getting closer and closer.

As soon as the thought moved, a thousand-zhang high black jade divine gate fell from the sky, smashing a bunch of ghosts on the spot, Qin Yang stared at the black jade divine gate, the relief of Yinglong on it was motionless, and the black jade divine gate itself did not absorb anything.

But in an instant, those smashed ghosts reappeared in mid-air again.

Qin Yang could still feel that there were several powerful big ghosts that had already reversed direction and set their eyes on his side.

As soon as the thought moved, Qin Yang took back the Black Jade Divine Gate, held it in the palm of his hand, and then grabbed a ghost object casually, and threw it in the moment when the Black Jade Divine Gate opened.

After a slight sense, sure enough, the ghost thing did not disappear at all, but appeared in the Dao Palace.

Qin Yang pulled it out again, threw it outside, and then withdrew the Black Jade Divine Gate into his body.

I understand it now.

Why is there several places that can enter this fragment of the ancient underworld, and there is no obstacle, why are there not many people who come in and go out alive.

This can be explained by a real reflection.

But why is there a record of the Wraith Divine Tree, but no one can take the opportunity to collect a little Wraith Divine Wood at all.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

He could already feel that the space here had changed, and it was the change brought about by the transformation, the space here was no longer twisted all the time, if he dared to merge into the void rashly at this moment, maybe he would be thrown to a place that no one knew about in an instant.

If you want to go back the way you came, I'm afraid it's impossible.

It's definitely not feasible to kill all the way back.

If you continue like this, you will not be trapped alive, but you will be consumed alive.

Qin Yang fell into deep thought, since someone could leave a record back then, someone must have left alive, so how did the other party do it?

It's not like the people of the year, after seeing the Spirit Divine Tree from afar, before the change appeared, they immediately turned around and left, right?

According to the records, the people who walked here back then traveled more than just here.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the group of ghosts, and the breath of a big ghost began to approach the place.

The puppeteer on the side, looking ahead expressionlessly, suddenly spoke.

"If there are more strong people who come, if they are stronger, I can only keep myself from dying, and at that time, I can't take you out unless you want to be trapped here forever. ”

A big ghost who was several feet tall and dressed in a robe approached, he carried a worn-out bronze bell in his hand, stretched out his thin fingers and struck it, and a crisp bell rang.

The ripples visible to the naked eye spread, and everywhere they passed, all the ghosts that stood in the way immediately shook their heads and moved out of the way, and the puppeteer's eyes also became sluggish, standing in place like a statue.

The round light suit behind Qin Yang's head flickered violently, and with a pop, it shattered and dissipated, and the body of the round light suit also turned into powder.

Qin Yang's head sank, his thoughts slowed down a lot, and he felt as if he was about to fall asleep.

As soon as the thought moved, the drowsy thoughts immediately returned to normal, and the thinking began to accelerate all the way to the extreme, and the countless information around him converged into a torrent, transmitted to his head, and was immediately disposed of by him.

In the blink of an eye, the pupil technique was performed, and at this moment, this dense ghost thing seemed to have become transparent, and the breath escaping from each ghost thing was completely eliminated by the cocoon, and in the end there was only one left.

After processing this information, it turned into a concrete image that he could see through his eyes.

Thin lines stretched out from the heads of countless ghosts, all the way into the mist of the sky.

That's probably the key to these guys never dying.

After perceiving the key, Qin Yang immediately gave up casting the magic sword and summoned the idea of the black sword in his consciousness.

Looking at the Spiritual Divine Tree that was slanted on the ground, Qin Yang thought of the records he saw, and suddenly understood a little.

Here he can't retreat, he can only move forward.

Moreover, after stripping away all the external things, he was surprised to find that the thin line extending from the ghost's head to the sky had a breath that was partially similar to the mysterious aura on the silver ticket.

So, the thought that flashed through his mind was frozen in a bold idea.

Dissipating the thoughts, Qin Yang was silent for a moment, took out a silver ticket, and with a flick of his wrist, the silver ticket was wrapped in strength, and dozens of ghost objects were pierced in an instant.

At the moment when the dozens of ghost things disappeared, Qin Yang immediately looked up, but he saw that the thin line was still there, and the ghost things that were killed were instantly resurrected.

It's a little embarrassing......

Qin Yang laughed dryly, he still thought that his brain was open.

You can't kill it by any other means, so you can't kill these ghosts with a silver ticket.

However, the ghosts were not completely eliminated, but those ghosts, like crazy, began to frantically compete for the silver ticket that was only one or two face values with a more crazy and fearless attitude of not afraid of death.

Qin Yang's heart moved, he took out a stack of silver tickets with a face value of one or two, and with a flick of his wrist, the silver tickets scattered all over the sky, wrapped in strength, and flew towards both sides.

Sure enough, the ghosts who rushed from all directions immediately turned around and began to compete for those silver tickets worth one or two denominations.

Stacked into a mountain, densely covered by the middle of the ghosts, an empty avenue suddenly appeared.

"Ha......" Qin Yang couldn't laugh or cry a little, looking at the situation in front of him, he couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

When I traded with the black-robed man with the umbrella before, I actually really felt that there was nothing to exchange, and he really rented the land, and he couldn't take it away, and it was useless to dig it out and take it away.

He wanted to hold the black-robed man's oil-paper umbrella, but it seemed that it was a guy who was eating, and it was purely a death request to make this request.

In the end, there was really nothing to choose from, so I chose the silver ticket.

The silver ticket is still somewhat useful here.

Unexpectedly, this role is somewhat unexpected.

Qin Yang put away the puppeteer who was still in a daze, stepped forward, and as soon as his hand flipped over, a pile of silver tickets appeared, he threw it to the left casually, and the scattered silver tickets, wrapped in strength, flew into the distance, and then took out a pile of silver tickets and sprinkled them to the right.

Looking from afar, it seemed that with Qin Yang's advance, the mountains in front of him took the initiative to crack, making way for him.

After scattering one or two silver tickets for a while, the ghosts he encountered became stronger and stronger, and Qin Yang took out another hundred taels and continued to scatter coins.

This time, he walked unhindered and easily passed through the group of ghosts.

When he encountered the big ghost carrying the bronze bell in front of him, Qin Yang directly threw a wad of one hundred taels of silver tickets that had not been scattered to the other party.

The big ghost stood there expressionlessly, but with his other hand, as if uncontrolled, he grabbed the falling silver ticket.

But his body still stood there motionless.

Qin Yang didn't think about it, and continued to take out a wad of ten thousand taels of bills and threw them to the other party casually.

"Is it enough?"

The big ghost with the bronze bell in one hand grabbed the silver ticket expressionlessly, shook his body, retreated to the side, and stepped on a little ghost who grabbed a silver ticket or two in the middle, and snatched the silver ticket in the other party's hand.

Qin Yang was so happy to scatter the coins, he really didn't care about these silver tickets, and there was no place to use them outside, so they could be used here.

But here, all you can buy is some poisonous cabbage.

Holding hundreds of millions of local banknotes, but in a place where you can't spend it, and you can't exchange it for outside money.

Then what's there to feel sorry for.

What can play a valuable role is what is valuable.

Qin Yang is happy about this, at least the harvest of the transaction is much greater than he imagined.

Scattered silver tickets all the way over, the garbage is one or two silver tickets, and the number of smaller denominations is not much, so keep it for buying poisonous cabbage later.

When you meet a strong one, it is a hundred taels of bills, and when you meet a big ghost, you can smash ten thousand taels of bills, regardless of whether the other party's expression and attitude are polite or not, but the body is very polite.

Scattered all the way under the Spirit Divine Tree, Qin Yang continued to walk up with the silver ticket, the more he went up, the more big ghosts he encountered, and he didn't go far up, and even saw a big ghost whose breath was definitely at the peak of the Law Body.

Qin Yang politely took out a dozen taels of bills and threw them to the other party.

"Invite the eldest brother to drink, I'm in a hurry, can I let the Tao go?"

This big ghost seems to still have wisdom, got the silver ticket, smiled contentedly, and stretched out a thumbs up to Qin Yang.

"The official errand of the capital is indeed exquisite!"

The big ghost got out of the way, and with a wave of his hand, the rolling black wave rolled all the way up against the Wraith Divine Tree, and where it passed, the weak ghosts were directly wiped out, and the stronger ones were also swept and fell from the Wraith.

In the blink of an eye, all the ghosts disappeared.

Qin Yang's eyes lit up and he arched his hand.

"Thank you. ”

After speaking, he stuffed a few more stacks of silver tickets.

"Exquisite! This is to invite the eldest brother to tea. ”

The big ghost confiscated the money this time, shook his head, and pushed the silver ticket back.

"Can you bother the little brother when he arrives in the capital, help find someone to ask, we violated the iron law of the underworld, and we have been punished by the detention of the soul and admitted it, but we have been detained for a long time, how to sentence, whether it is dead or alive, it is okay to give a sentence." ”

Listening to the meaning of this, this thing didn't even know that the ancient dungeon had been destroyed......

Qin Yang didn't dare to say it, what if this thing heard about it and went crazy directly, at least it was quite easy to talk now.

After all, who knows if the ancient dungeon has fallen, and the silver tickets issued by the ancient dungeon are still useless, in case this thing is worth these ghosts......

I don't dare to think about it.

So, Qin Yang didn't think much about it and responded first.

"Okay, if I get to Xudu, I'll help you find someone to ask. ”

"My name is Wang Wang, the word Wangwang, Terran, little brother remember. The big ghost was afraid that Qin Yang wouldn't be able to remember, so he wrote it out.

"I remembered. ”

Bidding farewell to Wang Wangwang, Qin Yang continued to walk up the Spirit Divine Tree.

As he walked, after crossing the boundary between the earth below and the real reflection above, he immediately felt that the Xudu Ling hanging around his neck flickered slightly, and the direction of gravity here was immediately reversed.

Qin Yang's figure flickered and went around to the other side of the Divine Tree.

Standing here, looking up again, he saw that on the ground above his head, countless ghost things, still converging into a torrent, constantly rushing towards the divine tree, after climbing to the fault at the top of the divine tree, in his field of vision, he saw those ghost things, waving their hands, as if trying to grasp the earth below.

But their figures, tore apart by an invisible force, flew into the sky, and fell back into the earth above.

Qin Yang looked down, and a wonderful feeling slowly came to his heart.

It seems that under his feet, the earth, which was originally a real reflection, seems to be real, and the place above his head, where he was before, is actually a reflection.

When this thought came to mind, I looked up again, and all the ghosts disappeared with it, and it was still the land that was barren to death.

Between the upper and lower pieces of earth, there was suddenly an additional layer of transparent boundaries that could be seen.

Like a mirror.

And the huge Spiritual Tree under his feet is the only path that runs through the inside and outside of the mirror.

Qin Yang is full of question marks, what's the situation?

The real reflection actually exists, and what he thinks is real is actually the reflection?

In other words, when you enter here from the outside, you are only entering the world of reflections?

Qin Yang touched the Xuan Du Ling hanging on his chest, and there was a faint halo circulating on this token.

After pondering, he put these thoughts aside for a moment and got down to business, he hadn't forgotten what his main goal was this time.

Qin Yang found a crack, drilled into it, put his hands on the wood inside the divine tree, and began to try to forcibly absorb the power in it.

Use the power of the Wraith Spirit Divine Wood to urge the advancement of the Wood Spirit Body.

Time began to pass little by little.

......

The black six-tailed white fox is running on the barren and dead land, its eyes are alert, its head is high, and its nose is sniffing, as if it is catching some traces.

It went all the way, and the route was exactly the route that Qin Yang had taken, but this route was the route to leave here.

When it came all the way to the entrance and rushed over happily, its body suddenly reversed direction and rushed in from the outside.

After trying a few times in a row, the six-tailed white fox was a little confused.

Obviously it can go out, why can't it get out?

A day later, the six-tailed white fox lay on the ground, completely desperate, and it was trapped and died here.

After a few days of experimenting with various methods, all of which were unsuccessful, the six-tailed white fox pulled its tail and turned its head towards the town he had been to.

It has no choice but to go there, let the black-robed man with the umbrella collect it again, and wait to give it to Qin Yang again, this still has a little life, otherwise, just wait to be trapped and die.

......

In the town, Bai Rin squatted on the side of the street and drew a horizontal bar on the ground, representing that another day had passed.

He took a silver ticket or two in exchange for the power of his divine soul and walked to the honest uncle who sold vegetables.

"Uncle, I have something to ask you. ”

"What's the matter?"

"If you see me dead one day, can you find me a wasteland and bury me?" Bai Rin handed over a silver ticket or two, with a sincere face.