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The Black Burial God's analysis of Zhang Xiaofeng felt very interesting, maybe he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and his attitude towards Zhang Xiaofeng at the moment was very polite, so he said: "Your curiosity is actually my curiosity at the beginning! I don't know if you have heard of ghost cultivation?"

"Ghost cultivation, what is ghost cultivation?" Zhang Xiaofeng had heard of cultivating, cultivating demons, cultivating Buddha, and even cultivating demons, but he had never heard of ghost cultivation, so he couldn't help but be curious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"When people die, there are two kinds of them. One is to turn into dust and disappear forever. The other is that if you are lucky, you will be taken to the underworld. After transformation, some people can be reincarnated, while others will go to the eighteen layers of hell and be tortured forever. And the people referred to here are ghosts, which can also be said to be the three souls and seven spirits of people. If you have a high level of understanding, you can also cultivate, which is called ghost cultivation. The Black Burial God said slowly.

"That being the case, the Ten Great Hell Kings are from these ghost cultivators, right? However, after breaking through the Mahayana period, will those ghost cultivators soar?" Zhang Xiaofeng was puzzled.

"Yes, how could it not? Too strong to be satisfied, naturally soaring. The Black Burial God said bluntly.

"Then where did they ascend to the same cultivators, reshape their bodies, and fly immortals?But why haven't I met a ghost cultivator?" Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but become curious, and the doubts in his heart couldn't help but start to grow.

"Hehe, since it's a ghost, how can you say about the flesh? I'm afraid that what you said are some little ghosts who can't stand the underworld and borrow corpses to return their souls and then enter the yang world to cultivate. When the Black Burial God heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"That'...... Senior of the Black Burial God, are you a human or a ghost?" Zhang Xiaofeng heard this, and looked at the Black Burial God, but the other party was a cloud of black mist, and he couldn't see the body at all.

"Again, what do you think?" asked the Black Burial God.

"This ......"

Zhang Xiaofeng was asked by the Black Burial God, and his heart was even more confused.

"Hehe, why don't I tell you a story!" Seeing Zhang Xiaofeng's stunned face, the Black Burial God said.

In ancient times, the gods and the desolate human beings constantly experienced wars, and the desolate human beings were defeated by the gods, and finally gradually went to extinction. Originally, the gods thought that it was a matter of time before the Flood Desolation Continent would belong to the realm of the gods from now on, and at that time, an outstanding leader once again appeared among the Flood Desolation Humans.

It is said that this leader carried a golden tripod on his body, and once again led the ancient humans to fight against the gods, and history has changed from the desolate human beings to the ancient cultivators. Under the leadership of this leader, various sects began to arise in ancient mankind. Gradually, most of the territory was recaptured, but the war continued.

Among the prosperous ancient cultivators, there was a general named Qiu Tian, and many gods were beheaded under his hands, so everyone called it the burial god, which means to bury the god man, or the terminator of the god man. Qiu Tian hated God since he was a child, so he named Qiu Tian. In addition, at that time, the gods were rampant and domineering, and regarded the common people as grass dogs, and Qiu Tian became a fierce general of the war sky.

After a great war, the ancient cultivators led by Qiu Tian captured a group of ordinary gods, and according to the rules of the time, they punished the gods when they met the gods, and destroyed the Buddhas when they met the Buddhas, so the group of ordinary gods who were captured had only one death. However, on the day of the execution of the ordinary gods, one of the gods fled, and Qiu Tian was the first to go and arrest them.

"Hmph, evil gods, you have cruelty to the common people, and now you are in the hands of my hatred of the heavens, and there is only one death. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will kill you by my sword. "The gods who didn't want to escape were not low, and they pursued all the way, and it took Qiu Tian nearly half a year to intercept him in a wilderness.

"Run, can you still run? When you meet my enemy of heaven, I will die if you don't die, take your life!" Qiu Tian raised the sword in his hand and attacked the fleeing god-man in one fell swoop.

This god man is thin and weak, and he has been pursued by Qiu Tian for half a year, and his body and mind have long been exhausted, and now he is intercepted by Qiu Tian, and it seems that he will not escape death. Maybe he also accepted his fate in his heart, but he originally had a pair of bright eyes that hated Qiu Tian, but at this moment, when Qiu Tian's sword was about to pierce his heart, he quietly closed his eyes, and a tear gently slipped down from the corner of his closed eyes.

Originally, he regarded the gods as great enemies, so he named the burial god of Qiutian, but when he saw the tears, his heart trembled suddenly. However, the sword has been unsheathed, and it will take the life of the gods, Qiu Tian is hard at the critical moment, regardless of the sword path, with the strength of the whole body, slightly shifted a slight angle, and finally the sword deviated from the heart, piercing straight through the right shoulder of the fleeing god.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spat out of the godman's mouth, and by the way, his eyes opened and he looked at Qiu Tian with great confusion. Dare Qing was desperate before, and the end would definitely be death, but at this moment, the other party did not kill him with a sword, and he was extremely puzzled in his heart.

And Qiu Tian is also staring at the other party at the moment, there is a contradiction in his heart, in the past, he killed the gods and men, and he never relented, why is he so out of shape today.

The air seemed to freeze, and it stood at this moment. Only the eyes looked at each other, but they were speechless and choked.

"Why don't you kill me?" asked the fleeing god-man who had been thrust into his sword for a moment.

As soon as the voice fell, Qiu Tian trembled violently again.

The voice of the other party is like the singing of the yellow warbler, which is pleasant, this is a woman's voice! Qiu Tian has always been brave, but he does not kill unarmed people, but the gods are exceptional, which is not a vast supernatural power, and the siblings are like swords and magic weapons. But at this moment, the god man in front of Qiu Tian made Qiu Tian unable to raise any fighting intent at all.

"I ......"

Qiu Tian felt extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the other party's mouth again, splashing on Qiu Tian's face. And the man of God seems to have long since exhausted his heart, and without a word, he fainted and passed away.

Qiu Tian seemed to feel that his hands did not have the slightest strength at this moment, and when the other party fell, the sword also fell to the ground.

Seeing the other party fall to the ground, Qiu Tian was stunned at the moment and at a loss.

After standing for a moment, Qiu Tiancai slowly squatted down and gently removed the other party's veil.

"Uh......"

When Qiu Tian saw the other party's face, his body and mind trembled again.

Beauty, how perfect, so beautiful that it is worshipable.

At this moment, what he saw in front of him was no longer like his enemy, but the holy woman above the Nine Heavens, and the other enemy Heaven completely let go of the hatred in his heart.

Since then, the Burial God has not appeared on the battlefield, and most rumors say that he died in battle, so his fame is still far and wide, and he has become a hero in the eyes of ancient cultivators.

There is a saying that since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass. The burial god of Zhantian is also a hot-blooded man, but he is also a catastrophe. Until the moment of death, Qiu Tian did not regret it, but just sighed, people should not fall in love with God.

"Uh, then how did this Qiu Tian die?" Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but interject when he heard this, and couldn't help but interject to ask about the Black Burial Shinto.