Ji Zijian's eyes were red, with the sound of wooden fish clattering, and he didn't know when there was a white pebble with the big mouth of a bowl in his hand. It was at the first stop of his life that he got a white chess piece that has no direct use so far.

"Ah....... I'm going to fucking kill you!" Ji Zijian, who was bleeding from seven holes, was dominated by fear, anger, humiliation, powerlessness and other emotions, and had already lost his mind, not knowing whether he couldn't get along with himself or fate, and smashed the stone slab again and again in the sound of a rapid wooden fish.

"Plop" sounded, until Ji Zijian's body fell to the ground, he woke up suddenly, and looked at the top of his head, the slate had already been smashed open by himself. This tomb is more than ten meters high, what kind of tomb is this, I am afraid that it is a huge underground palace.

Hurriedly glanced to the side, Yuan Shoucheng was beside him, and a layer of green sticky material oozed from the other party's originally speckled face. But I don't know if it's numbness or because of other reasons, the other party doesn't seem to feel the pain at all.

"Senior, how are you?" Ji Zijian didn't know if Yuan Shoucheng was conscious at the moment, and he couldn't even figure out whether the other party was a human or a ghost.

Looking around, I don't know if it's because the yin qi inside is too heavy and affects my vision, or the space inside is too big, and the surrounding darkness can't be seen at all, and the three soul bodies that floated in not long ago have long since disappeared. Only six monks like Yuan Shoucheng, wearing black robes and holding wooden fish, surrounded Yuan Shoujing and Ji Zijian.

Several people were stunned when they saw Ji Zijian who suddenly fell, and the sound of the wooden fish paused for a moment. At the last moment, Ji Zijian was lucky and dantian, and instinctively let out a long sheep cry of "baa" from his mouth.

Even Ji Zijian himself was surprised, this cry that should have belonged to the fat relics came out of his mouth, the first time it was so smooth and natural,

But all foreign beasts are the darlings of heaven and earth, and Ji Zijian's fat cry shook the bodies of the six black monks around him, and each took two steps back on his legs.

But Yuan Shoucheng, who was beside him, seemed to have regained a trace of clarity. At this life-and-death moment, how dare Ji Zijian hide his clumsiness, against the corrosion of the surrounding forest and yin qi, he used all his strength to gather energy to shoot two green dragons around, and hit the two black monks, the two black monks each screamed like rats, and sat on the ground, and the rest of the black monks finally reacted when they saw this, and their bodies seemed to be able to move instantly in the dark, and in the blink of an eye, they reformed a new formation, and once again surrounded Ji Zijian and Yuan Shoucheng.

The sound of the wooden fish sounded again, Ji Zijian didn't know if it was an illusion, the sound of the wooden fish seemed to be directly hitting his soul, and the aftermath was endless, and it sounded as if there were countless wooden fish voices coming towards him in the distance of the dungeon.

But it doesn't matter anymore, this place is gloomy and dark, which is not conducive to one's own play, not to mention that with his own ability, he can't even put the six in front of him, let alone other black monks in the underground palace.

However, although Ji Zijian has average ability, he is good at stalking and not giving up, and he has been harassed and complained by many customers, and the strong will that was retained at that time has already been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and it is not until the moment when the coffin is finally closed, even if he knows that there is no hope, he must bite the bullet.

When the last life-saving talisman Da Chun Zhi appeared in the hands of Ji Zijian, who was like ashes, Yuan Shoucheng's eyes lit up, and within two or three seconds of his trembling hands touching the Da Chun Branch, the originally one-foot-long Da Chun Zhi turned into a thin yellow branch of less than ten centimeters.

And Yuan Shoucheng on the side suddenly laughed and said: "Sure enough, this Heavenly Master has no last resort, and the sky will not kill me." With a slight wave of his right hand, an earthy yellow qi slash slashed the four black monks around him into eight pieces.

"Let's go, junior!" Yuan Shoucheng's weak voice came.

Ji Zijian, who is the best at dealing with desperate survival scenes, where can he use Yuan Shoucheng's reminder, and he didn't forget a few difficult dodges to pick up the wooden fish in one place and put it into the jade box, not caring about the disgusting green liquid that was splashed. Carrying Yuan Shoucheng on his back, he jumped out of the tomb with all his strength.

Seeing the curved moon in the sky again, Ji Zijian was reborn, and was about to take a breath to recover his strength, when his face suddenly changed greatly, and he found that the massive spiritual energy around him was like a vortex converging towards Yuan Shoucheng on his back.

Yuan Shoucheng returned to the ground and laughed: "What a great world, the cycle of heavenly dao, it is really true!"

Ji Zijian's original level of ancient literature was very average, but fortunately, Yuan Shoucheng spoke the dialect of his hometown, and it seems that the dialect is the medium that does not damage the inheritance of culture!

As a large amount of aura converged into Yuan Shoucheng's body, the black robe on Yuan Shoucheng's body was windless, and a white crane with green spots like Yuan Shoucheng appeared on the soles of Yuan Shoucheng's feet.

Ji Zijian, who was standing on the ground, had no time to pay attention to Yuan Shoucheng who was proud in the sky, he never thought that Yuan Shoucheng, who could pinch and calculate in Journey to the West, even the old life of the Dragon King of Jinghe, and even the will of the Emperor of Heaven to rain in advance, would be so arrogant.

Because of being splashed with the green liquid, Ji Zijian's body's breath circulated slowly, trembling and putting away the wooden fish, hiding to the side with difficulty, and running away in a panic, he didn't forget to look back from time to time to see one after another monks in black robes appear at the entrance of the cave, and in less than a minute, there were more than 100 people densely packed.

"Senior, don't hold it up, go quickly. Ji Zijian hurriedly shouted to the sky: "Take me!"

Yuan Shoucheng, who was dressed in a black robe in the sky, finally stopped laughing, and the black robe fluttered in the wind like a battle robe.

"Hmph, God is clear, you bald donkeys who are hypocritical and righteous on weekdays, and those unseemly deeds that you do behind your back, I will end it today!" Yuan Shoucheng is very much like those old immortals in Journey to the West, speaking in the Jin dialect, standing on the back of the spotted white crane, and scolding the people on the ground with his fingers.

The monks on the ground didn't seem to be able to hear it, and they might really not understand Yuan Shoucheng's insult, so they sat cross-legged on the ground one by one, and hundreds of people held wooden fish at the same time, knocking on the "dong".

Ji Zijian, who had already run out of more than five miles and didn't want to miss the battle, stood on the treetops and watched from afar, and when he saw the posture of the monks, he secretly said that it was not good, and he hurriedly wanted to block his hearing. Unexpectedly, the sound of the wooden fish shocked the soul, and Ji Zijian spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

When Ji Zijian woke up quietly, through the bushes, he saw that the night sky was still the same, and there seemed to be a faint cry of white cranes resounding through the sky, and the sound of wooden fish had stopped, and I didn't know what the battle situation was outside?

Ji Zijian knew the strength of the underworld, and he didn't know how long it had passed, but looking at the anxiety of the battle, he could know that Yuan Shoucheng's strength was not covered. But there are many people in the underworld, I'm afraid that nine times out of ten I will still lose, it is important to keep my nickname.

When he was thinking about whether to gather the surrounding bushes to hide himself, Ji Zijian heard Yuan Shoucheng's anxious cry in a thick accent in the distant sky: "My life is resting! Where is the local city god? Why didn't he show up for a long time?"

Ji Zijian was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and gently inhaled. Unexpectedly, Yuan Shoucheng screamed in the sky again, "Where is the local city god?

Ji Zijian lay on the ground, thought about it, recalled the old city god who he had never even seen in person, sighed secretly, climbed up with difficulty, spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted weakly towards the sky, "The city god is here!"

I thought that although the voice was tragic and loud, but after such a distance, Yuan Shoucheng didn't know if he heard Ji Zijian, but there were countless sounds of breaking through the air and through the grass around him.

"Lao Tzu is the city god, you guys, come and kill me!" Ji Zijian knew that the land was powerful, and these people seemed to be missing a scripture, and they only knew how to execute it, so begging for mercy was designated to be useless, and this time, death must be hard to the end.

Just when Ji Zijian felt that there was a burst of yin qi around him, and he was about to be wheeled to death by countless things that were not human or ghost, a loud crane roared in the sky.

"Why the fuck did you say it earlier?" Yuan Shoucheng, in order to get rid of the aerial entanglement between the two black-robed people, took two punches from the other party in the back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and swooped down towards Ji Zijian.

"City God's Seal!"

was stunned by the vicious swear words of the sanctimonious Yuan Shoucheng, Ji Zijian heard it and hurriedly took out the wooden city god seal and threw it out.

Yuan Shoucheng didn't know when he had an extra wooden sword in his right hand, and with one sword, he slashed away some bald black shadows that rose from the ground, and steadily held the city god seal in his hand and flew high into the air again.

"Old man, take me with the fuck!I'm ......&%¥%¥" Ji Zijian looked at Yuan Shoucheng, who was flying far away, and the dense soul hookers around him, and scolded at the sky.

Yuan Shoucheng, who flew into the sky, was chased by two black-robed people with unclear faces because they were too far away, and his mouth was full of words. After a while, he threw the seal of the city god out of his hand.

The earth shook suddenly, and the dense pale golden lines on the ground slowly emerged, and the Chenghuang seal became three feet square, establishing a connection with the lines on the ground. Thin golden threads emanated from the seal of the city god, enveloping the area of the Lion City for thousands of miles in the vicinity of the lion city.

The two black-robed men in the sky hurriedly dodged and flew above the City God's Seal, while the soul seducers on the ground who couldn't fly were miserable, screaming like rats and scurrying around.

"Hmph, the one who hides his head and tail!" Yuan Shoucheng, who was under the seal, did not forget to sneer like a child.

This night, destined to be recorded in the history of mankind, the scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night and being driven around like wild dogs gave the people who were sheltered under the city god seal a chance to breathe.

Ghost, this topic that has been listed as taboo by first-class families and even relevant departments in the new era, can only scramble to drill into the ground, in the past two or three years, how many people have suffered from it but can only swallow their anger?

There were many people on the ground who began to chase the ghosts for the favor of the gods in the sky. The land of the Lion City remembered the cheers that shook the sky.

However, the cheers lasted less than ten minutes, and the mutation was shaking.