Vol 2 Chapter 406: Funeral dog!

"Well, how can the old city practice for thousands of years be no match for the 400-year-old master of the day?
Speaking of the Old Town God, the meditative little Daotong sighed again.
This sigh was a little deep.
Because he invited the god, it was Qin Wuyi, the capital of the city.
As the Netherworld lost contact, the human Dao persisted for thousands of years, but from a thousand disciples to a hundred disciples, to the last generation, there were only seven disciples.
The human world is painful, and finally lowered the upper limit, and put the goal of inviting God in the body of the Zhucheng God.
But the Yin God is not attached is the rule set by the King of the Nether Mansion. Among the world city gods, only the city Qin Wuyi is not in this category.
He was the first attempter.
Bet is that this millennium old city may further become a ghostly new king.
Which knows, before waiting for the good news, he waited for the bad news of the suppression of the Old Town God.
"How can this be counted?"
People shook his head.
This world's spiritual practice is not strong for a long time. The demon lives far longer than humans, but apart from a few geniuses, the millennium practice is not worth the centuries of human genius.
Even if they are all human beings, some people still stay in the air for ten years, and some people have already achieved their lives for ten years. How big is the gap?
If it is only to compete for the lifespan, then human beings will have perished in the course of time.
The two masters and apprentices were speechless for a moment, and after a moment of silence, they walked towards the city temple.
Qingdu is quite prosperous, but the closer it is to the City God Temple, the more sparsely populated it is. When you stay on the street where you can see the City God Temple far away, there are few pedestrians on the road.
Hiddenly, you can see the long seal on the street where the City God Temple is located, and there are many court bureaus in Zaojiao touring around.
Such a battle, where do people dare to get close?
Where ordinary people are invisible, there is still an invisible mana barrier that isolates the channels of incense exchange between inside and outside.
This place has been completely isolated by the closure of the town.
"What a ruthless means."
The meditative little Taoist clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Feels the same.
"With such a method, it is impossible for idlers to contact the old city without disturbing others."
Said, Lao Sheng Lao Dao was alert, pulled the meditative little Dao Tong, turned and left.
Several physique jumps, and has disappeared on the long street.
Huh ~
The next moment, a figure fell on the place where the two stopped.
That is a middle-aged Taoist.
Looked indifferent, looked around, closed his eyes and sensed one or two, then frowned:
"Clearly feel that someone peeping here ..."
Huh ~
Is another young Taoist who appeared:
"Brother Qin, can you find something?"
"gone."
Middle-aged Taoist frowns a little:
"People who have entered Beijing in recent days are mixed with dragons and snakes. It is inevitable that some people are old with the Yinsi City God. Next, it is necessary to be careful. The Wanfa Conference is coming, and it is absolutely impossible to let this old ghost out of trouble."
"Brother Qin said yes."
The young Taoist nodded, and he was a little puzzled: "Since the leader can suppress the old ghost, why not completely cut the grass and roots, smash his temple, destroy his image, and completely cut off the future?"
"The intent of the leader is not something I can figure out."
Middle-aged Taoist took a deep look at his companion and lowered his voice and said:
"It is said that this great young country also has some relationship with this old ghost, maybe it is afraid of killing him, attracting unnecessary backlash, or maybe it is ..."
"is it?"
The young Taoist was startled, and he heard a broken voice behind him, and then he closed his mouth and said nothing.
"so close......"
After a few streets, in a hidden corner, the pity of Laosheng breathed a sigh of relief: "The two monks of natal monks are guarding the door, is the God of Intention teaching so powerful?"
Famous monk is not Chinese cabbage, and some small martial arts masters are just such a series.
Here, he was only guarding the periphery, showing how powerful Tianjijiao is.
Know that at this time the Ten Thousand Fa Conference is convened, and the overwhelming majority of Taoists have been arranged.
"Meditation, you try one or two, can you please let the city come here?"
The pitiful Daoist took back his eyes and didn't look back, he told his disciples.
They practiced the divine descending human path, which is a secret method passed by the netherworld king. No matter where they are, they can communicate with the invited god. The mana barrier can block the incense, but they cannot prevent them from asking God.
The meditative little Taoist's eyes widened and his mouth was open, but he was speechless.
Because a palm fell on his shoulder.
"Ok?!"
Lisheng Daoist felt wrong, and when he turned around, his pupil shrank suddenly:
"God willing?!"
Behind the meditative little Taoist, there stood a Taoist in a red suit with a strange face.
The figure is slender and has a strange breath, but its face is clearly a real person from heaven!
"Yes, it is not. I prefer to be called my evil by God!"
The red-robed Taoist looks evil, and gives you a cold, cold look:
"In the end of the ancient times, the Nether Mansion was born. The Emperor of the Emperor's Heaven was ten years away, clearing the world's demon atmosphere, and at the cost of his own life, he removed all the qi from the world into a ghost, and established the Yinshi City God System.
After, he no longer set foot in the world, but left a lineage in the world, called the human path, a descended from the human path, which once made countless monks tremble ... "
Tianyi Taoist or Tianxie Taoist eyes turned quietly, with a trace of disdain:
"Now when I see it, I'm so disappointed."
Anything connected with Nether Mansion is bound to be a highly anticipated existence, not to mention the tradition he once left behind.
Although the human path is low-key, it can't escape the eyes of caring people.
The name of this pitiful Taoist man is naturally known, but unfortunately, even though he has practiced to the point where he can be transformed into Kuixing, now that Kuixing has disappeared, it is not worth mentioning.
"Heavenly evil? The rumours of the practice world are true, you really have more than one incarnation."
The pitiful Daoist's heart sank, took a deep breath, and slowly said:
"But I didn't expect that your erosion of humanity and dragon spirit has reached such a point, I'm afraid that the entire Qingducheng has not concealed your things ..."
Humane dragon spirit has no substantive killing, but it is extremely terrifying to suppress the alien breath, especially the consciousness.
Qingdu City is the place where people in the world want, even the Yuanshen cannot penetrate everything.
How can this real person do this? ?
"Except for the old ghost of Qin Wuyi, no one can control the Qingdu City more than the real person. The moment you entered the Qingdu City, it was already in my palm."
Heavenly evil Taoist looks calm, with a heavy jokes:
"The Ten Thousand Laws Conference is about to be held, and it would be better to be able to witness the descendants of the Underworld Mansion."
Said, as soon as he brushed his sleeves, his cuffs widened, he swallowed air, and enveloped the pitiful Daoist at once.
The palm of the latter shuddered, and he almost wanted to use the Dafa, but he still stopped abruptly, leaving the big sleeve under his hood.
With his practice on the divine path of the human world, if the nether world is still here, and Kuixing is still here, he wants to ask God, but he can show a small power of Kuixing. Needless to say an avatar.
But there is no if and nothing in this world.
"Master ..."
The meditative little Taoist was pale, and he could only watch.
"Poor little fellow, join such a promising future, pitiful, pitiful."
Tianxie Taoist smiled gently, pinched the shoulder of the meditative little Taoist, and disappeared in place.
Is as if there is no trace, and there is no shadow when he goes.
.......
Tianyi altar, in the grand and solemn hall.
Is either cold, detached, peaceful, evil, cold, or compassionate.
"what?"
At a certain moment, the hearts of several people present moved to look at the center of the hall.
‘Boom! ’
There was a muffled noise, and a figure was slammed on the ground in the void, and the hall of the earthquake made a beeping sound.
"this is......"
The congenital Taoist squeezed the wine glass, and there was a ripple in the drink.
On the main seat, Xiao Feng moved slightly in his heart, as if hearing something, a smile appeared on his face.
"Dao brothers, this one must have known all of you, if you don't know, you should have heard of it."
Xiao Feng glanced across the hall and fixed it on the pitiful Taoist, with a faint smile:
"This Daoist is named Lian Sheng, and he is the descendant of Taoism inherited from the King of Netherworld in Yuyang ......."
"Pitying Daoren?"
"The pitiful Daoist ?!"
In the hall, many Taoists were surprised.
Although the reputation of the human world is not obvious to the people, waiting for the idlers to have no idea of ​​their existence, but all of them are in charge of the martial arts. The elders will naturally not recognize him.
It's just that, at this moment, it looks rather embarrassed ~ EbookFREE.me ~ seems to have suffered a big loss.
Although because of the loss of contact with the ghost, the human path is weak, but the pitiful Taoist has also had a record of fighting against the real person. At this time, such awkwardness, is it that the strength has fallen?
Speaking, this pitiful Daoist's qualifications are also very old, and it takes longer than many Yuanshen real people practice.
It's just that some people are more unfathomable the more they practice, but some people live more and go back.
This pitiful Daoist is undoubtedly the latter.
The strength of the situation is getting worse. After the loss of contact between Netherworld and Yangyang, there is a record of Zhandudu robbery, but later, it is said that he was injured by a Jianxiu person.
At this point, it seems to be weaker again.
"Cough!"
The pitiful Daoist coughed a few times, the flush on his face dissipated, slowly got up, and looked around.
Above the main seat of the hall is Xiao Feng, the deputy bishop of Tianyi Jiao, and the two main guests of Tianyi Jiao, and the two real people of Yigong and Jiuyan.
In the hall, the two columns on the left and right extend down. In front of them are the innate Taoist, Tianhu live, Yige Pavilion, Zilei live, Zihuang Taoist, Lone Moon Zen Master, Dragon Tooth Pharaoh, White Ginseng and other people.
After many robbing real people, there are still dozens of real people who have mastered magic.
The famous masters of the Daqing Cultivation profession, the gathering here is already close to one-tenth!
Among these people, some of whom he knew had seen before, some just heard it, others were completely strange.
But no matter knowing or not knowing, everyone looked at him with a touch of mocking, and an unobstructed look down. .
Seems to be looking at one,
The dog of the bereavement!