said that he diligently settled the two Taoist priests, and accompanied him personally for a long time. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and when he saw the monk who reported the news just now, he was suddenly angry, and raised his hand to slap it over. Just this monk is spinning.

"What the fuck do you have eyes, don't you see people just begging for shelter, what are you yelling about?" cried the abbot viciously.

The tall and thin monk shouted aggrievedly: "Abbot, where is there a Taoist priest who comes to our monk's temple to ask for accommodation? Moreover, you don't look at the ...... early in the morning."

The abbot glanced at the tall and thin monk viciously, but he was a little annoyed and angry. He was a thief with a weak heart, and when he heard that a Taoist priest was coming, he was afraid, and when he saw that these Taoist priests were not here to find fault, he was relieved at the same time, and he only cared about hospitality, so he didn't think of anything else.

Now when I am reminded, I really feel that there are a lot of doubts. It's still morning. It is from here all the way to Youzhou City, which is only two or three hundred miles away, so why rush to stay early in the morning?

Being reminded by this tall and thin monk, the abbot was not grateful, but a little annoyed and angry. I made up my mind to pack up this goods, and he had to remind him of such a simple thing, wouldn't it seem that he was too stupid?

After all, the Dragon King Temple is a big temple, although the incense is not too prosperous. But there are a few rooms that are very neat and clean.

The two Taoist priests sat opposite each other, and one said, "Brother Daoist, do you think there is something wrong in this temple?"

Chen Niwan laughed: "Didn't you already feel that this place was wrong? Otherwise, if you don't go on a good road, what will you do to stay here?"

Wang Wenqing smiled: "Shi Cai looked at the few guys who followed behind the abbot with fierce and vicious looks, covered in blood, and they didn't look like good people! Maybe the disappearance of those women had something to do with them!"

"The so-called not bald is not poisonous, the more bald it is, the more poisonous it is. What the junior brother said is very reasonable, could it be that this temple is a prostitution cave......"

"Brother Dao, don't look at the joke. We inquired about it, fearing that the evil gods were doing it. What dragon king here has been sacrificed for decades......"

"Haha. Just kidding. The junior brother recovered Yanyun, and he didn't know how many gods and ghosts on the ground couldn't sit still. Our brothers should also share their worries!"

As he spoke, the two looked at each other, and they both laughed. The body is in a trance. It's gone.

When he came out again, he was already in a spiritual realm, dim and dark everywhere, with a layer of thick fog.

It's just that this layer of fog blocks the sight of ordinary souls. But they couldn't stop these two Daomen masters at all, and they strode in one direction, but only a few steps. They had come to the edge of a gloomy and deep sea, with the sound of undulating waves, and the whole sea seemed to lead to an unknown and far-reaching place.

"Since you know we're coming, why bother pretending to be a ghost?

The sea, hidden in the depths of the fog, roared. Countless waves surged, roaring like thunder.

"Stinky Taoist, our well water does not interfere with river water. Why do you have to force each other hard, am I really a bully?"

Chen Niwan sneered: "You evil god actually dare to use a woman for blood sacrifice? Are you really not afraid of the laws of heaven and the country? You still dare to tell me that the well water does not violate the river water? Today I will definitely do the right thing for the heavens!"

As he spoke, a cloud rushed overhead, turning into dragons and tigers fighting each other. Pause. There was a loud thunderclap, and the entire spiritual world that shook was turbulent, and the originally gloomy fog disappeared under your thunder.

The thunderbolt, as thick as a bucket, slammed straight into the sea.

It's like a cannonball blasting into the sea, blowing up the white waves in the sky, and there is a loud roar. A huge dragon looms out of the sea.

Wang Wenqing also followed: "Yaksha in the thunder, crow in the clouds, reggae and reggae, come quickly." I am ordered by Emperor Leizu the Great. ”

There is a strange and ugly appearance of the thunder god who came out of the order, with a phoenix mouth and ringed eyes, and a red-haired fish. The wings are red, covered in golden books and heavenly seals, feet like dragon claws, wearing a crown of heaven, and wearing a red skirt and a green wind belt. Holding the Emperor's Decree in his left hand, he held the Thunder God Soap Flag in his right hand, and crossed the well.

As soon as he came out at this time, he arched his hand towards Wang Wenqing: "The last general will come after hearing the order!"

Wang Wenqing also returned the courtesy: "There is Lao Shenjun!"

This god will just salute, wave the flag in his hand, and see a flash of thunder. Vaguely saw that in this thunder light, there seemed to be a portal appearing in it, and countless heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals surrounded by thunder lights roared out and rushed towards the dragon!

"Yes, yes. The so-called Heavenly Master Shang really regards himself as the Heavenly Emperor Daojun, and he doesn't leave us the gods of the Northern Land alive at all, brothers, what are you waiting for?

With a loud shout, ambushes arose, and countless shrimp soldiers and crabs came out of the sea. The heavenly soldiers were even more faintly shining, and several clusters of divine light appeared impressively......

"There is actually the prototype of the netherworld here," Wen Da Celestial Master walked in this dim and dark world with his hands in his hands, and a gust of wind like a gust of scraping bones did not bring the slightest trouble to Wen Da Celestial Master.

Beneath his feet were patches of white bones, half-buried in the wind and sand. But it was blown up by the wind, disintegrated in the air, and turned into finer dust.

The wind carries these fine sands and blows the noodles, which can make all the souls of the beaten souls fly away.

However, in front of Master Wenda, there seemed to be an invisible barrier. All the wind and sand were isolated, and he couldn't get close to him at all.

From time to time, there are thunderbolts rolling across the sky, and you can vaguely see that there are gaps in the sky, although they are bridged by a force, but they always refuse to disappear, and occasionally a flash of lightning erupts.

This place, Wenda Heavenly Master has been here. He had a bit of a sense of irony. It's because I feel a familiar absurdity.

He looked up at the canopy, it seemed that this god of death had recovered a lot so quickly, looking at the kind of blood light floating in the whole world, he didn't ask, he already knew what method this guy was using to recover.

"We are divided into thirteen tribes. They all believe in death. But they don't live together, but they are scattered in a vast area between the copper mountains and the rainforest, and occasionally they are connected ......"

This is when the old wizard surrendered, he sued the Great Heavenly Master.

"Every tribe has a robe of death, and when we die, we will return to it......"

And now the place where the Heavenly Master of Wen Da walks is in such a battle robe. No need to ask, the so-called battle robes are just the spiritual realm.

I didn't expect this god of death to have the ability to open up so many spiritual realms. If he is given another few hundred years, maybe he will be able to merge these spiritual realms into one and make the netherworld completely formed.

However, after encountering this catastrophe, it seems that the loss of this unlucky god is quite large. And the most unlucky thing was that he was targeted by Master Wen as a prey. It is destined that he will not be able to accomplish such a great feat......

In front of me is a mountain of masters, and countless ants-like small souls are climbing up with things on their backs.

At the top of the mountain, a huge castle is being built, and it looks like it has already taken on a scale.

It seems that the arrival of the Wen Da Heavenly Master was discovered, and a group of dozens of guards killed them with great vigour. Before they could get closer, dozens of stones whizzed and smashed down.

This is the stone thrown by the catapult that many tribes like to use, and even in the spirit world, it is still very powerful.

However, Master Wen Da Celestial Master just shook his body for a moment, and the whole person disappeared. When he reappeared, with a wave of his sleeve, a ray of light scattered, and all these battle spirit guards disintegrated and became tiny pieces, but there was no chance of rebirth.

"Kill, ......" More guards rushed towards the Wen Great Heavenly Master.

"I'm not afraid of you!" he smiled slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, thousands of ghost soldiers from Middle-earth appeared.

Their armor is sharp, and their weapons are sharp. Lined up in a neat formation, they pressed over step by step.

Compared to these chaotic indigenous war spirits, although they are all fierce. However, from organization to equipment, they were completely crushed by these Middle-earth ghost soldiers.

Barely approaching, a rain of arrows shot over. Let most of the indigenous war spirits directly turn into black gas and return to the top of the mountain to be reborn again. The rest was even more touched, and was overwhelmed by the entire formation, as if two stones were cast in the sea, churning up a few inconspicuous waves.

The army marched silently, reaching the foot of the mountain. The reborn war spirits were killed again, but they were even more vulnerable, and they returned to the top of the mountain again to be reborn.

There is a huge gap between civilization and divine power. So that although these warriors are fierce, they are like chickens and dogs in front of the well-organized battle array.

The slaves who were carrying stones up the hill all around them dodged and made way of a road. Let the ghost army from Middle-earth not stop, halfway up the mountainside, once again let those war spirits be wiped out.

This time, at least one-tenth of the war spirits were not able to be reborn. Even if it is supported by divine power, the ordinary strength of the soul cannot support unlimited rebirth.

Then, after the battle at the top of the mountain, at least one-third of the battle spirits were scattered and completely dissipated.

When the armies of Middle-earth surrounded the city-states on the top of the hill, they came out to kill one by one. The natives never had the slightest chance of turning the tables around.

At this time, the Heavenly Master of Wenda Shi Ran appeared. All the way with the army, like a leisurely stroll into this huge stone city, all the way as if it was devastated. This is when we come to a huge pyramid.