At the Chenghuang Temple in Dachang County, a little snow-white fox kept arching its hands at the statue of the Chenghuang God sitting on it, and at the same time kept making squeaky sounds. This is an extremely strange thing for ordinary people.

Suddenly, the originally dull statue of the god of the city god suddenly flashed a trace of red light in the eyes, and then the entire statue of the god of the city god seemed to be alive, full of spiritual breath.

In the eyes of the little white fox, she saw that suddenly the heavens and the earth changed, and a magnificent and noble hall appeared in front of her again. At the same time, above the main hall, a figure wearing an official uniform and glowing red light appeared, sitting directly above the main hall. A majestic, sacred aura emanated.

"Lord Chenghuang!" the little white fox suddenly felt happy in his heart.

"Well, little white fox, you have worked hard these days, and after this time, I hope you can change your ways. A majestic voice sounded in the main hall.

As soon as Pan Hao's voice fell, he saw that the exquisite necklace on the neck of the white fox turned into a red light and withdrew it into Pan Hao's hand.

"I remember that you are loyal to your duties, you should be rewarded, and I hope that you will have a good life and cultivate. Pan Hao flicked his right hand, and a noble red light fell back on the white fox's body, but this red light no longer turned into a necklace, but directly penetrated into the white fox's mind.

The white fox was shocked, and Pan Hao wanted to regret it. I want to dodge, but my body can't move. The red light fell into the white fox's mind and turned into characters, which were like white foxes with different shapes. Some are picking fruit from the trees, some are drinking water by the stream, some are running and jumping, and some are sleeping peacefully......

It's just that every figure has a red thread on its body, guiding the direction of the meridians and true qi flowing.

"Thank you for the reward!" the little white fox bowed down, ecstatic.

"Retreat!" Pan Hao waved his robe, and the white fox woke up like a dream and had returned to the City God Temple. The statue of the god god above is still majestic and upright, but the deeper aura of dignity and grandeur has disappeared.

The white fox gave up again, then turned and retreated.

In Dachang County, a white figure kept jumping on the roof, and the white shadow was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the county seat.

Within Pan Haozi's Mansion, the surrounding chaotic airflow had been forced to open nine zhang away. Beyond the nine zhangs, there was a chaotic aura that was rising and falling. And within nine zhang, the divine soul of the ancient crown costume sat on the twenty-seven-rank red lotus. The soul of the god was shrouded in crimson divine light, and behind it there was a golden light of merit rising, which looked sacred and noble.

In the sphere of merit, there is a virtual and a real county god god hanging firmly on it. A trace of invisible merit is infiltrating the divine position, and the originally illusory divine position is slowly turning into a substance with the filling of the power of faith and the cultivation of merit.

Pan Hao's eyes opened, and the scene of the white fox just now was vivid. What was just rewarded to the white fox was a set of exercises designed by Pan Hao according to the body shape of the white fox, Pan Hao borrowed from Xiwen's moon god technique, and the jade bone Dafa of the dry bone old demon, plus his own white lotus true solution true qi chapter. The constant practice of the mind and the mind can barely create a practice that can be cultivated to the early stage of pregnancy.

With Pan Hao's divine thoughts, it is not impossible to deduce the realm behind. It's just that even Pan Hao himself is just in the crimson god body, that is, in the early stage of pregnancy. If you insist on deducing higher-level exercises, it is inevitable that mistakes will occur. Moreover, for the little white fox who is only in the early stage of congenital development, it can be satisfied at this stage.

Nothing was said all night, in the early hours of the next morning. An ordinary horse-drawn carriage drove slowly into the county town of Rong County. At this time, Pan Hao, who was already sitting in the court, suddenly moved in his heart. On the illusory Rongjun Divine Seat, a scene was projected.

I saw that at the city gate, an ordinary carriage was driving towards the city without hurry. The driver above was a young man in Tsing Yi, followed by two middle-aged men with deep breath and bulging temples. These two men have clearly stepped into the ranks of the top players.

Of course, these don't make Pan Hao care too much, but in the carriage, there is an inexplicable aura that is nurturing and flourishing. It seems to be expounding the principles of heaven and earth and the laws of all things.

The carriage stopped in a house.

"Master, it's here!" said the young man in Tsing Yi respectfully into the carriage.

"Hmm!" replied in an old voice. An old man lifted the curtain and stepped out of it. I saw that the old man was dressed in a wide robe and had a gentle face. There is a faint elegance and ethereal air on his body, and he is obviously a scholar who has read poetry and books.

Pan Hao's eyes were in a different scene, only to see that three feet above the old man's head, a golden luck rose to the sky, mighty and mighty, nine feet high.

There are countless white gases around Qiyun, which contain the wisdom of heaven and earth and explore the breath of all things in the world. These breaths are upright and upright, and the breath is magnificent and upright. There is a faint fit between heaven and earth, and there are countless people of heaven and earth who are willing to supplement and bless endlessly.

"What kind of strength is this?" Pan Hao wondered in his heart.

"Huh?" The old man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the location of Pan Hao's gaze.

Boom, surrounding the old man's white breath rushed to the sky, and the magnificent and upright breath turned into a mighty and crystal clear long river, boom, the long river rushed to the direction of Pan Hao's vision.

Bang, Pan Hao only felt that Rong Jun's god position was shocked, and the picture of Rong Jun in the distance was like glass and actually shattered.

"What is this? What a huge breath?" Pan Hao's eyes opened and closed, and his divine light was clear. But in his head, he kept turning over the information about the book of the monk's world.

"No, how could it be?" Pan Hao's divine thoughts turned countless times in an instant, flipping out the contents of the Monk World Realm in great detail, but he couldn't find any information about this.

"Looking at the decaying aura of the old man's body, it is obvious that he has no cultivation. Loose muscles, lack of blood, and sluggishness of movement are clearly mere mortals. It's just that he can unite the people's wishes and beliefs in the dark to fight back, what kind of means are these?" Pan Hao was puzzled in his heart.

"What's wrong with the master!" The little guy in Tsing Yi looked at the direction the old man was looking at suspiciously, and the blue sky and white clouds didn't seem to be anything special!

"Well, it's okay!" the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face sank like water.

"It's a monk again. The old man was angry in his heart, waved his sleeves, and got out of the carriage. The two men with superb martial arts in the back did not know the reason, but they had already dismounted and followed the old man into the house.

Pan Hao waved his hand, and the god position of Rongjun Chenghuang once again showed the scene of Rongjun. However, Pan Hao didn't peep at the old man this time. Pan Hao also knew that the old man could shield himself from peeping, in addition to being able to use faith and people's wishes, I am afraid that Pan Hao's divine position has not really been condensed, so it will be easily blocked.

"Huh!" Pan Hao's heart suddenly moved.