Chapter 138: Find fault

But the Nether Sect is not the same. As the leading school of ghost cultivation in the North, the Nether Sect takes the road of keeping corpses and refining ghosts. Once you get to a place like the Deathstroke, it is like a fish, water, a variety of places to raise corpses, and a variety of spirits. In this regard, the manpower invested far exceeds that of several other schools.
Raising dead corpses and refining ghosts are all water milling skills. Just raising an iron corpse is a matter of decades and decades, and once a day, it is irritated and irrigated once a month, and there are various blood foods in the middle. It is trivial and long. I really want the younger brother Yang Yuan and even the soul of the soul to be guarded. Those decades and decades are considered a waste here.
In addition, there are countless places where Youmingzong's corpses and ghosts can be found in the death knell world. Within a thousand miles of Wanghai City, hundreds of people can be found, and you can't send so many people to you ...
So, there was a night watch brother.
The night watch brother is also a nether sect brother, but most of them are the foundations of the foundation. These people built the foundation of the Luofu world, but for one reason or another, the foundation of the foundation is not complete enough, and there is no hope of a higher state. The future of these younger brothers is not so great. Instead of keeping them in the sect, it is better to send the death knell to do the rough work of raising corpses and refining ghosts ...
Anyway, most of the places where corpses and ghosts are cultivated are full of vigour, and it is suitable for the cultivation of the netherworld sect brother. If luck comes, if you do n’t want to cultivate the yuanyuan and even the soul of life, then naturally it is a step in the sky. The next true brother ...
Of course, if there is no such opportunity ...
Then keep vigil.
After a few dozens of hundreds of years, another good corpse refining material can be contributed to the Nether Sect ...
All in all, the night watch brothers in the land of raising corpses and refining ghosts are basically abandoned, and even the brothers of many Nether Sects will not regard them as the same.
It was Jiang Li's idea that Jiang Li fought.
"Isn't the night watch brother a nether sect brother?" Jiang Li went straight to the swamp all the way, still muttering on his mouth: "Life and soul are robbed and robbed, what's the truth inside the door, I can't find it can't blame me Right? "
After half an hour, Jiang Li found the place where the corpse was kept.
At a glance, the dense woods were full of tombs, connected one by one, just like a burial post, with sullen gas and heavy tree shadows, and occasionally one or two wailing and crying made this place look gloomy And terrifying ...
Jiang Li knew that lying among these tombs were the zombies raised by the Netherworld Sect ...
Not far from the tomb, there is a solitary courtyard with two red lanterns hanging outside the courtyard, which looks like a fluttering ghost fire ...
"You're out of luck!"
Jiang Li swaggered to the door, and the "tuk tuk" knocked on the door.
Not long afterwards, a young monk in black opened the door and looked like he was in his twenties.
Originally, when the young monk opened the door, his face was impatient.
But when he saw Jiang Li, he was stunned.
Jiang Li doesn't care if you are stunned. He came to this ghost place most of the night, but he didn't want to see you stupefied. He was busy. Hurry up and get back to bed. Jiang Li took a deep breath and was ready to follow that. Uncle Lin ’s arrangements began to greet each other ’s 18th generation ancestors.
"you……"
As a result, Jiang Li just came out with the word "you", but was suddenly caught by the young monk.
"You are Brother Jiang, that's great, so good, I really didn't expect to see Brother Jiang here. Hurry up, Brother Jiang please invite them inside, I'll go and pour tea for Brother Jiang ..."
"Ah?" Jiang Li instantaneously petrified and blinked his eyes. What does that mean?
"Brother Jiang doesn't remember?" The young monk quickly looked at Jiang Li and explained quickly: "My name is Xu Ning, brother of Youmingzong. We met last month. Brother Jiang sold a sword in Beicheng. Thirteen prohibited magic instruments originally required two hundred spirit stones. At that time, Brother Jiang saw that my cultivation of spirit stones was not enough, and he only accepted me a hundred spirit stones. "
"I rely on!" Jiang Li suddenly remembered.
Damn, I stole a sword from Zhujianfang last month and sold it. As a result, all the people I met sold for half a day were poor ghosts. Finally, I had to wait for a realm of energy to buy it. At that time, I was also a guilty conscience. I was afraid that my master would catch up and break my leg, so I gritted my teeth and sold the sword to that state of energy.
Unexpectedly, this was actually the night watchman of Netherworld Sect!
Why is it so coincident?
Jiang Li is a bit bad ...
"Brother Jiang, it's windy outside. I'll be sitting inside ..." The other party was extremely enthusiastic, pulling Jiang away into the yard, and then boiling water and making tea.
Jiang Li stood staring there, watching the young monk busy, almost thinking about dying, shit, did you get the wrong script, I came to find fault, okay, what are you doing so passionately? Are you not the brother of the Nether Sect, one of the ten major schools of the North Realm, where did the arrogance of your famous brother go?
How can I find fault when you are so happy?
No, the old must turn his face.
"Oh, with ..."
"Brother Jiang, drink tea, drink tea ..." After Xu Ning made the tea, he saw Jiang Li's complexion.
"Nothing ..." After taking a sip of tea, Jiang Li put the tea cup back on the table, but after thinking about it, he picked up the tea cup and fell heavily on the ground.
Upon hearing a "pop", the tea cup shattered.
Before Xu Ning could recover, Jiang Li stood up in rage: "Did you look down on me and actually give me such a bad tea!"
"Ah?" Xu Ning suddenly froze, a helpless look: "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, listen to me ..."
"Okay, you don't have to!" Jiang Li silently praised his acting skills while pulling his sword out with a choking sound.
Seeing that it was time to start, a person came in from outside the courtyard.
"Do you know that this is the place where the nether sect kept corpses ..."
"What I'm looking for is Nether Sect trouble!" Jiang snorted without looking back, but after the snorting was over, he felt something was wrong and quietly glanced back.
Then this look, Jiang Li froze ...
The monk who walked into the courtyard was also young, and was almost in his twenties. He had five points similar to Xu Ning. He wore a black robe with golden ghost lines on the cuffs. Jiang Li suddenly sucked A breath of breath, a circle of golden ghost lines, this is a sign of the inner brother of the Nether Sect!
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