No matter how powerful the masters of the Yang World are, how can they be placed in Bu Feng's eyes? Among them, the highest cultivation of the Five Leaves Dao Master, in the Yang World, it is a fairy-like master outside the world, a legendary existence. But if you really want to make a move, Bu Feng can break the Maoshan technique of the five-leaf Daoist in a few rounds.

The old man of the Tang Sect turned pale with anger. He is a great martial arts master at the level of the Transformation Realm, ranked among the top ten martial arts sects in Huaxia, and lived to be more than one hundred and twenty years old, and he turned out to be a kid surnamed Tang?

But when he thought that Buffon was at least three hundred years old, all his anger came to naught. In front of Buffon, isn't he a brat?

"Donald donor, that's it. Let's trade at the price of the tax chief of Bufeng......" Wuye Daoist waved his hand, his expression gloomy.

The Yang World lacks spiritual energy, and the Dao collapses, which is the era of the end of the law, and has long been reduced to a vassal of the underworld. Maoshan, a Taoist immortal sect with a history of thousands of years, belongs to the existence of a high mountain in the Yang world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an immortal sect outside the world, but it is insignificant in the eyes of the monks of the underworld.

endured the pain and was slaughtered, and the sect still had some resources. If you don't trade, there's nothing. If you offend the ghost gate, there will be no good fruit to eat.

Wuye Dao Chang expressed his attitude, and others were not easy to object. But all of them have anger on their faces. Even Tang Jie, who came for the first time, looked unswerving.

Everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and after trading all kinds of goods according to Bufeng's price, they left without saying a word. Xu Wei watched Tang Jie leave, although she wanted to help, she didn't show up in the end.

He is self-aware, and he doesn't want to embarrass the fourth uncle. He shouldn't be in charge of this kind of thing, and he doesn't have the ability to interfere.

"My lord, how's that?" as soon as everyone left, Bu Feng said cautiously to Liyue.

Li Yue nodded, "That's what you should do, otherwise these ants really think of themselves as characters." ”

As soon as the first group left, another group of people were let in. This group of people includes monks and Taoists, as well as people dressed in the city, and even a Dongying Onmyoji.

When they knew that the price of goods in the underworld had risen, they immediately made an uproar.

"Baga, it doesn't make sense for the ghost door to be closed!" The Dongying Onmyoji was the most excited, and shouted directly.

A nine-rank underworld official shouted: "Dare mortal slaves, leave the dominoes, get out of here!"

Dongying Onmyoji's face turned pale, and the folding fan in his hand was raised, "Yaga, you insulted Ise Jingu!" As his folding fan opened, a black gas was released, and at the same time, a ghost roared and pounced on the nine-rank underworld official from the folding fan.

Xu Wei's spiritual sense felt the breath of Dongying Onmyoji, and he could see that there were also fluctuations in vitality, but it was not pure, and his cultivation was quite a first-order phantom spirit at most.

But his attack technique is a bit evil, and the powerful ghost in that door is about to condense into a human form, and it is fierce and abnormal, so it should be difficult to deal with.

The Jiupin Immortal Official was obviously stunned, and he seemed to be a little unable to believe that the other party dared to make a move with him, and he was so simple.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. The Jiupin Immortal Officer who reacted was almost angry. As soon as he raised his hand, a fireball exploded out of thin air and hit the ghost, and the menacing ghost disappeared without even screaming.

At the same time as the Nine Rank Immortal Officer sent out a fireball, he also hit a wind blade, and the wind blade instantly cut the Dongying Onmyoji in half. Immediately afterward, a spiritual fire ignited the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse was reduced to ashes.

He shot lightly, and casually destroyed Dongying Onmyoji, which was as simple as drinking cold water.

"That's what it takes to be bold. The Jiupin Immortal Officer said sharply.

The others were silent. The power position of Ise Jingu is not only above the Japanese government, but also on a global scale, and it is also a top mysterious force, which is extremely difficult to provoke. The status of this onmyoji is not low in the temple, otherwise he would not be qualified to trade, and he didn't expect to be crushed by the other party in the blink of an eye.

Bu Feng snorted coldly, "Ise Jingu is not allowed to trade with the Ghost Gate in the future." As for you, don't think that you don't know if you have something in your hand. The ghost gate deals with you, not to look down on you, but to pity you, don't be self-righteous. ”

Two more groups of people followed, and the same fate was met. However, no one dared to oppose Buffon's rules, and they all left after trading silently.

In the Yang world, they are either strange people or masters outside the world, and ordinary people don't even know about their existence. But here, they are just ants, bullied and exploited by others, and they can only swallow their anger.

Xu Wei was very emotional. Strength, that's strength. Without strength, you are fish and ants. Only by becoming stronger and stronger, will you not be bullied.

Anywhere, no exception.

For a while, Xu Wei's mentality underwent a change that he himself could not detect.

"The trading hours are over, let the last ghosts of the day enter the customs. Liyue ordered.

Soon, the wind suddenly rose outside the ghost gate, which made people feel cold all over the body.

As soon as the door opened, there were several soul collectors holding white flags. The white banner is called the Soul Attracting Banner, which is a low-level magic weapon that can summon and control souls.

Behind the soul collectors are hundreds of ghosts. These ghosts are invisible to ordinary people, but Xu Wei now has spiritual sense and can see clearly.

Even under the spiritual sense, they are only left with a faint phantom, ethereal, but the facial expressions can still be vaguely distinguished. Souls who have lost their physical bodies, although extremely weak at this time, still have their minds, their memories have not been lost, and they know that they are dead.

Therefore, most of their expressions are very sad and miserable, crying silently, obviously reluctant to let go of the yang world and their relatives. Only a small number of ghosts have a flat expression, looking relieved from life and death.

"Hurry up, hurry up, rub something!"

"Dead and dead, crying fart!"

"Hmph, after crossing the Nai He Bridge and losing their memory, these poor creatures in the Yang Realm will live in peace. ”

The soul collector cursed and cursed, full of disgust. This is not to blame them, anyone who does the errand of collecting souls every day will not have a good temper.

Xu Wei heard the fourth uncle say that the Yang World was originally called the Yang Realm, and it was not only as big as the current earth. At that time, the Yang Realm was actually a world equal to the Underworld, and the reincarnation of life and death of the people in the Yang Realm was not yet in charge of the Underworld. The strength of the Yang Realm even faintly suppressed the Underworld.

However, millions of years ago, there was a great power in the yang realm called Pangu, and Pangu was amazingly talented, but because of the failure of his ascension, he became angry with the heavens and vowed to open the world.

Pangu finally did it later, he refined a peerless battle axe, and used the cultivation of the heavens to slash towards the realm of heaven and earth, and he really split a crack in the sky.

But Pangu provoked the revenge of the rules of heaven and earth. The earth-shattering thunder and lightning continued for forty-nine days, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the lives were destroyed, and countless ancient sects were destroyed.

After the catastrophe ended, the entire Yang Realm was not only devastated, but even the area was a hundred times smaller. Not only that, but the originally rich aura was also greatly thinned. The Yang Realm, which was once vast and full of rules, has slowly turned into a small and cramped mortal world.

Later, civilization was restored several times, and then severed several times for some reason. However, the aura of the yang realm became thinner and thinner, the resources became more and more scarce, and the cultivation of the monks became lower and lower, and finally they completely became vassals of the underworld 100,000 years ago, and the cycle of life and death began to be mastered by the underworld.

More than a thousand years ago, there was still a little true monk Yuan Tiangang in the Yang world. Seven hundred years ago, the highest cultivation was only Zhang Sanfeng of Zidan's cultivation.

And now, in the entire Yang World, not to mention Zidan, there are no Shura, at most there are only some people with considerable true spiritual strength. If the little sister breaks through the true spirit, there are very few opponents in the yang world.

The Yang Realm has become the Yang World, and it has completely degenerated into the era of the end of the law.

These ghosts in the yang world, the cycle of life and death are all controlled by the underworld, and most of the results of their reincarnation are reincarnated as slaves in the underworld. The fourth uncle said that there are tens of billions of slaves in the underworld, ten times more than the population of the Yang world, and it is already very clear how so many slaves came from.

Mortals and spiritualists belong to the same human race, but their fates are completely different.

"Never like these ghosts!" Xu Wei secretly vowed, no matter whether he lived or died, he could not hand over his fate to others.

The ghosts passed by the square, a gloomy cloud, and they were silently driven into the main hall, and soon after registering, they entered the Liyang Road and headed for the Nai He Bridge.

After crossing the bridge, they completely lost consciousness and memory, and they were no longer themselves. Relatives, grievances, hatreds, no longer have anything to do with them.