Bell bell bell!

The wind chimes on the door rang as Yang Fan entered the building, waking up the ghost cultivator who was sleeping soundly on the counter.

It's a woman, her long hair is scattered, and she looks pretty good. The only pity is that the female ghost cultivator has a scar on the side of her face, which is a scar on the soul, and it is difficult to repair it with ordinary pills. Presumably this is also the reason why she scattered her hair, wanting to cover the scar that was seven or eight centimeters long.

There were very few things on the counter and it was also very clean. But Yang Fan glanced around slightly, and suddenly found that some dead corners were covered with dust, obviously very few people came here, otherwise it would be impossible for the entire layer to be a female ghost cultivator.

On the roof of the first floor, there is a large crystal stone, and the white light shines on every corner of the first floor, as bright as day. There are no windows on the first floor, which makes it look a bit lifeless.

"Your Excellency is here to identify the rank of Yang Master?"

"Is there any other business here?"

Yang Fan asked rhetorically.

"Yes. Reissue the rank badge, receive the (yīn) yang master costumes, etc., everything related to the (yīn) yang master, here are all cherry blossoms"

The quick exit of the Phi Hair Female Ghost Cultivation Profession (xìng).

"Okay, I'm here to handle the (yīn) Yang Master level appraisal. ”

"Okay, please fill out the form, your name and your current status. ”

The hairmaiden took out a piece of paper and a pen.

Yang Fan quickly filled it out.

"Please pay 100 merit points. ”

"Merit points, what is this?"

Yang Fan was a little depressed, complaining in his heart that he didn't tell himself everything that needed to be paid attention to in the underworld.

Hearing Yang Fan say this, the bearded female ghost cultivator showed a strange look on her face, that table (qíng) seems to be in, are you kidding me?

"Merit Points are the currency of Hades. If you do something for Hades, you can get the corresponding merit points. You can also go outside the underworld to hunt creatures in the underworld, and the skins of those creatures, as well as blood (ròu), can be exchanged for merit points. ”

The bearded female ghost cultivator patiently explained.

"I haven't been in Hades for long, is it okay to use spirit stones?"

The female ghost cultivator was slightly stunned and nodded, "Yes, but at least you need to be a high-grade spirit stone, which requires a hundred." ”

Yang Fan directly threw a top-grade spirit stone to the female ghost cultivator.

The female ghost cultivator hurriedly stopped, and at the same time rejoiced in her heart.

Generally, a top-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for a hundred high-grade spirit stones, but in fact, it can be exchanged for one hundred and twenty to thirty high-grade spirit stones, and high-grade spirit stones can often be exchanged for equivalent low-grade spirit stones that exceed the regulations.

"Please follow me. ”

Yang Fan followed the female ghost cultivator to the second floor, which was a spacious hall with a powerful formation shrouded in it.

There is also a counter on the side, and there are a few ghost cultivators next to the counter, and the strength is very good, and the strongest also has the strength of the late stage of the combination.

It's just that no one has come for a long time, so these people have to sit here and cultivate.

"Wake up. ”

The haired female ghost tapped the counter.

Those ghost cultivators withdrew from the cultivation state one after another, and their eyes were all looking at Yang Fan (shēn).

"This lord is here to identify the power level. ”

The female ghost cultivator returned to the first floor after handing over the form to the middle-aged Chinese-faced ghost cultivator headed by the leader.

"The early days of the Tribulation?"

The middle-aged Chinese-faced ghost frowned, just because Yang Fan was too young.

"Are you really the strength of the early stage of the Tribulation?"

The middle-aged ghost cultivator wanted to confirm and asked.

Yang Fan did not answer, but removed his disguise, and the coercion of the early stage of the tribulation was released, and the middle-aged ghost cultivator changed.

"Senior, I'm really sorry, just because you're too young, I've never seen a young and powerful (yīn) Yang Master like you. 's name is Gong Junjie, and he is the steward in charge of identifying grades here. ”

"Oh, if it's okay, let's get started. ”

"Okay. ”

Gong Junjie waved his hand to his subordinates, and those people took action one after another. In less than ten seconds, the entire second floor was changed beyond recognition, as if entering a different dimension.

"It's ......"

Yang Fan had a frightened expression on his face, and Yang Fan had noticed a large number of spatial fluctuations around him as early as when those people took action, but Yang Fan didn't take it to heart. It's just that I didn't expect such a ghost cultivator to build a different space on the second floor in more than ten seconds.

"Your Excellency, please. ”

Gong Junjie came to the edge of the different space, where there was a translucent and distorted space entrance, and Yang Fan could clearly feel the spatial fluctuations.

"Looks like I'm really looking at you, you can make such a large space in such a short time. ”

Surprised, Yang Fan leaned out his divine sense, and actually found that this alien space was very large, so big that Yang Fan's divine consciousness in the late Mahayana period could not reach the edge in a short period of time.

The senior smiled, this space was not built by us, but the Qiankun Immortal Technique in the sleeve of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, he just taught us how to open it. It took us a few years to open it, and it didn't last long. So, seniors, please come in. ”

Gong Junjie revealed too much information in his words, and Yang Fan couldn't react a little.

"Hmm. ”

Yang Fan quickly entered the different space, and when he passed through the entrance, what imprinted into Yang Fan's eyes was a big mountain, and there were oceans, grasslands, and forests in the distance.

Not only that, but the aura inside is also very sufficient.

It would be nice if it was immortal inside.

Yang Fan sighed in his heart.

Just when the different space was just opened, in the Buddhist temple of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, not far from Yang Fan, the Jizo King Bodhisattva, who was meditating and chanting, suddenly opened his eyes that emitted the light of the Buddha (xìng).

"It's been a long time since anyone has been in the sleeve, I don't know who it is. ”

King Jizo made a Buddha ritual with his left hand, chanted the Buddha's name, and held a Buddha bead in his right hand, constantly plucking.

Then he closed his eyes and thought into his sleeve.

It is a profound space spell, and there are not many people who can do this trick in Journey to the West.

Among them, Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, will do this trick, and he will only use this trick to put Sun Wukong into the space of his cuffs, no matter how Sun Wukong struggles, he can't escape.

This shows the terrible thing in the sleeve.

At this time, high in the sky in the middle of his sleeve, the King of Jizo, who was transformed by divine thoughts, suddenly appeared, without arousing any notice.

After all, people are also the terrifying existence of Immortal Venerable, although now they only have the strength of immortals, and they are only externalized (shēn).

"This is it. ”

Without the slightest intention of concealment, the King of Jizo stood on the clouds, looked down, and found Yang Fan at a glance, no matter how Yang Fan disguised, but in front of the King of Jizo, he was instantly seen through.

"There are a lot of secrets on this son (shēn), and the qualifications are still very good, and he actually cultivated the six-character mantra secret technique to a proficient level. ”

As King Jizo spoke, his two long brows twitched.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the King of Jizo frowned, and his eyes looked at Yang Fan, to be precise, at Yang Fan's dantian.