Chapter 618, The Representative of the Underworld, Enhaiwei Prison

"If people are dissipated, the team will not be easy to take." Ordinary people are like this, and so are monks.

In fact, the 100,000 northern practitioners gathered in Hanshan City are really afraid of Zhu Peng and the hundreds of people under his command?

It's just a joke. It's impossible to be really afraid. Even if there is a real gap in real strength, the psychological advantage brought by the number of people is not so easy to be erased.

It's just that the hearts of these 100,000 northern practitioners have dispersed. Some of them even hope that the strongest practitioner in the Qinwangling will directly take over the cold mountain city to protect them through this terrible doomsday robbery. This kind of psychology is quite marketable among grassroots monks - because the struggle of power is far from them. It's quite far away. Anyway, no matter who is in power, it can't be the turn of the subordinates to take power. In this case, the stronger the superiors are, the more likely they are to survive.

Therefore, Zhu Peng said that the whole blood to support the army was like a rainbow. This kind of provocative meaning did not annoy many cold mountain practitioners, and even a considerable number of monks were very happy with the fierce momentum of the bloodless practitioners, or the most practical words: "Whether it is fame or power, everything Benefits can only be enjoyed when they are alive. Dead people don't need these.

Zhu Peng and Qin Yue led the monk brigade into Hanshan City, and the monks in Hanshan City also gave a sincere and warm reception. However, just after the war, both the practitioners of the Blood Mountain and the monks in the Hanshan City were extremely tired, so the ceremony was simple and not very grand.

It's just that Ye Xuancang is different from others. Other monks can use the excuse of fatigue or other direct contact with blood, but he can't. As the head of the hospital that has been determined in the Hanshan Courtyard in the future, Ye Xuancang has to take on the responsibility of completing diplomatic rhetoric while enjoying certain privileges.

However, it's a pity that Ye Xuancang would rather face the 17 fierce beasts that build the foundation than Zhu Peng who built the foundation. Every time he looks at this man in black, his mind will naturally appear in the graceful overlord who holds a sword pointing to the sky - "Walk from my life and death. From the moment I came out, my will never changed. I will step on all of you and become a hero who leads the heroes and competes for hegemony in the world.

The words that once forced him to forget began to echo in his mind again. Ye Xuancang's face suddenly turned white, and his mind was once again shocked by the endless nightmare. Xuancang, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? A somewhat decadent dean of Hanshan quickly came forward to hold Ye Xuancang, whose face suddenly turned pale, and asked with great concern.

"No, uncle, I have nothing. Maybe I've been under too much pressure during this period. Now I suddenly relax and feel a little uncomfortable." He stood firm and shook his head to shake off the turbid thoughts in his heart. Ye Xuancang covered his forehead like words.

"Well, anyway, Xuancang, you must take good care of yourself. Now that the whole cold mountain is swaying in the wind and rain, the first brother can't shut up. You are the only and last hope of our cold mountain. Therefore, if there is any discomfort, you must say it as soon as possible. I will ask some senior elixirs to check it for you later. The old man said a little chatteringly. In fact, as a wise practicer, it is generally difficult to get sick if he understands his own grasp of yin and yang. Of course, once a practitioner gets sick, it is basically a major disease that hurts muscles and bones.

When Ye Xuancang took the monks in the cold mountain courtyard to meet the blood monks and contact them, there were already some northern monks who were one step ahead of them. Since there were people who did not want to contact the blood monks, there were naturally those who were willing to cling to the blood spirits. After all, the current situation is bloody, and many northern forces with certain ambitions are eager to reach some beneficial consensus with Blood Ridge before Hanshanyuan.

However, Zhu Peng himself is very reluctant to pay attention to these miscellaneous things that are strong and weak. If the era of Daxiandao has come at this time, the existence of these gas refining realms will be very clear that he is not qualified to sit with a strong foundation-building at all. To discuss the future, the strength gap between the two sides is The qualitative and essential gap.

But the Dixing indigenous monks who have just crossed from the end of the Dharma era do not have such an accurate understanding at present. Zhu Peng looked at these miscellaneous fragments that he could be slapped to death in front of him at will. He was really disgusted by the nagging about this and that. Fortunately, he was with a practitioner who chose to choose business. Qin Yue, anything can be followed by this person. Zhu Peng retreated to the back hall on the pretext of fatigue, which saved him a lot of trouble and disgust.

Of course, Zhu Peng's reason for retreating to the back hall is not only for fear of trouble. In the quiet house alone, Zhu Peng opened his sleeve and shook it. He saw a red and black cloud slowly floating out of it, which naturally gave people a kind of "gloomy", "death", "ghost realm" and "slaughter". The meaning.

The red and black clouds changed, and the next moment it turned into a ghost in Zhu Peng's eyes, but a handsome young man with white silk clothes and red lips and white teeth. Except for his slightly illusory body, he was almost no different from a nobleman from a rich family in ancient times.

Looking at the existence in front of him, Zhu Peng narrowed his eyes slightly. Although his eyesight was damaged and the short-term repair did not bring a complete improvement, Zhu Peng's keen intuition still told him that the person in front of him was very terrible.

Zhu Peng politely gave a salute first, and then said, "At the end of the study, the bloody Zhu Peng has met the predecessors here. I don't know what advice does the seniors have for today?"

A measure, according to the ancient ceremony, but the noble teenager in white did not pay attention to Zhu Peng. He just glanced at everything inside and outside the house with a kind of evaluation, especially when he walked to the window and stretched out his palm, and slightly sensed the aura concentration and air machine changes in the whole cold mountain courtyard. Maybe this young man's movements are for many The earth star practitioners are all inexplicable, but for Zhu Peng, who has enough vision and full of reading ability, it is all within an understandable range.

After a salute, he did not feel restrained or annoyed by the ignorance of the noble teenager. This disregard attitude itself is a kind of temptation. If Zhu Peng really cares or is angry, it is a mental failure, and serious is really losing.

Detected some information he wanted. The young man turned around and found that Zhu Peng had begun to sit cross-legged and return to his state. This discovery made him slightly stunned. A moment later, he sighed with joy when he found the "treasure" - if he was a submissive slave, Or a crazy and stupid madman, who is not qualified to pay a lot of money to come to the low plane.

The teenager in white sat on one side at will and poured himself a bowl of fragrant tea. It was not a mouthful of spiritual tea in the greedy cold mountain courtyard, but he returned to the mortal world thousands of years later and wanted to taste the taste of the world again. Although there are many enjoyment in the ghost realm, there is always no The pure life of the world.

This sit-down on both sides was delayed until midnight. Even Ye Xuancang came twice, but he was blocked by the bloody practitioners outside the door. Zhu Peng himself did not want to go out, and no one could be qualified to say more words. At least, the Hanshan Courtyard, which does not even have a foundation at this time, lacks this qualification.

When Zhu Peng opened his eyes again, a faint purple light flashed in his eyes, just like when he said to Qin Yue, "the sublimation of his will when sacrificing his life" also means a kind of precious accumulation of practice for him.

Swordslash the seventeen-headed wild beasts to build the foundation. This kind of high-intensity fighting itself has brought great benefits to Zhu Peng. Originally, he felt that he was so pure that he could not be further pure in the foundation. There was a slight purification phenomenon, not to say that the fit between strength and qi and blood made progress after the bloody battle. Since leaving the customs, it has stagnated, and there has been another vague breakthrough. Zhu Peng's distance from the sky is a little closer.

The gentle applause echoed in the house. Zhu Peng looked sideways and found that the body of the young man in white was a little more solid at midnight. At this time, he whispered and said with a smile: "At the average level of this practice world, your perfection and progress in practice are amazing. After all, in any plane, the pioneers on the evolution of life are far more difficult than their followers, and of course, they are also countless powerful.

The young man in white stood upright at this time. In his admiration, he expressed enough respect and even respect for Zhu Peng.

And this relatively equal respect is enough for Zhu Peng. After all, in the face of a ghost fairy spokesperson in the underworld, or even a Shinto ghost king spokesperson in the underworld, Zhu Peng is willing to give this respect to a young practitioner who has just embarked on the road of practice, and Zhu Peng can already be satisfied or even proud.

"At this point, I don't think you want to investigate the progress of the junior's practice. If you want to stay in the secular world, the price you have to pay is quite high. After all, the world is still shrouded in the will of the road (the will of the doomsday clearing consciousness). It is not good for anyone who can afford to suffer. Therefore, we'd better come straight to the point. If you have any instructions, as long as you can afford the price, I think my bloody Zhu Peng can usually do it.

Although these words were a manifestation of strong self-confidence, there was a little arrogance, which even made the young man in white frown slightly, as if he felt a little unhappy.

"God's Sea of Grace, God's Power Prison. The word "price" in front of the gods, Zhu Peng, do you really want to dominate in this low level, and there is nothing in the world of heaven that can control you? Beware of God's anger burning your soul consciousness for thousands of years to purify your disrespectful sin.

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