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Chapter 736 Money can turn ghosts, six-tailed white fox and Bai Lin

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    As time went by, the environment here also began to change. It was dark and gloomy, and gradually there was a ray of skylight. The scattered buildings, as if turning back time, first showed ruins out of thin air, and then quickly became complete.  bright.

    The uneven black dirt roads also slowly turned into compacted loess avenues, and finally turned into solid rocks.

    All kinds of ghosts appeared more and more. Even among the densely packed ghosts, only a small number of them pounced on him, and most of them were still climbing the huge mountain-like tree of the underworld.

    Even with a large-scale destructive group attack, or the purest destructive force, these ghosts could not be destroyed, so Qin Yang gave up the conventional method.

    ?He took out the dusty Feng Duling and hung it around his neck. A trace of icy breath circulated, and Qin Yang's suppressed power instantly returned to normal.

    A trace of inexplicable unique aura circulated in Fengdu Ling.

    What exactly is this token and who does it belong to? Qin Yang is actually not quite sure, but he can deduce that the token should belong to a certain ancient god because he can not be suppressed by heaven and earth in the territory of the ancient underworld with this token.  The civil servants of the underworld, and they should not be the most grassroots.

    Feeling the aura of Feng Duling, those ghosts who seemed to have lost their minds and rushed towards him stopped in their tracks.

    Just as he expected, these ghosts will instinctively fear public officials.

    But right after, Qin Yang's complexion became a little unhappy.

    He felt that he had overlooked a very important issue.

    quantity.

    The number is really too much.

    The ghosts within a certain range of him will stop and even take the initiative to retreat when they feel Feng Duling's aura.

    But the reality is that those guys can't even retreat if they want to.

    The ghosts coming in from behind will push the ones in front forward, and the ghosts covering the sky and the sun will slowly pile up, stepping forward one by one.

    Qin Yang also saw a ghost. After approaching him, he screamed in horror, but was squeezed by other ghosts around him, with his feet dangling in the air, and his figure approached Qin Yang little by little.

    Qin Yang looked melancholy, and took out a round light suit for himself to wear. Two layers of round light bloomed behind his head, and the roar of endless ghosts and the torrent of malice began to be partially contained.

    But it's still useless.

    Qin Yang pondered what to do next.

    There are actually quite a few methods that you can try, but the problem is that they are all uncertain.

    For example, Black Jade God Gate.

    When he hadn't pushed open the Black Jade Gate back then, he was actually ready to find ways to destroy the Black Jade Gate and start over again.

    So at that time, no matter what happened, he didn't have to care.

    For example, enter the ghost gate of the Black Jade God Gate.

    But after pushing open the Black Jade Gate, he didn't see a single ghost. He didn't know if the ghosts that entered the Black Jade Gate at that time and the ghosts that entered the Black Jade Gate now entered the same place.

    What if you directly enter his Dao Palace?

    No matter what, that is his Dao Palace, where his foundation lies, and letting other creatures enter his Dao Palace, unless he completely trusts him, otherwise, he will die for nothing.

    However, even if you don't put it in, you can try it as a brick. What if the Black Jade Gate can completely kill these ghosts?

    The surrounding ghosts have piled up a hill, some are retreating, some are still rushing forward, and the distance from him is getting closer and closer.

    With a thought, a thousand-foot-high black jade gate fell from the sky, smashing a pile of ghosts into ashes on the spot, Qin Yang stared at the black jade gate, the Yinglong relief on it remained motionless, and the black jade gate itself did not absorb anything  thing.

    But in an instant, those smashed ghosts reappeared in mid-air.

    Qin Yang could still feel that a few powerful ghosts had turned around and cast their eyes on him.

    With a thought, Qin Yang retracted the Black Jade Divine Gate, held it in his palm, then grabbed a ghost, and threw it in the moment the Black Jade Divine Gate opened.

    After a little induction, sure enough, the ghost did not disappear at all, but appeared in the Dao Palace.

    Qin Yang pulled it out again, threw it outside, and then took the Black Jade Gate back into his body.

    Now I understand it.

    Why are there several places where this fragment of the ancient hell can enter, butp; "My name is Wang Wang, and the word is Wang Wang. I'm a human race. Brother, remember it." The big ghost was afraid that Qin Yang would not be able to remember, so he wrote it down.

    "I remember."

    After bidding farewell to Wang Wangwang, Qin Yang continued to walk up the Underworld Sacred Tree.

    Walking and walking, after crossing the boundary between the ground below and the real reflection above, I immediately felt that Feng Duling hanging around his neck flickered slightly, and the direction of gravity here was immediately reversed.

    Qin Yang flickered and walked around to the other side of the Shenmu.

    Standing here, looking up again, he saw countless ghosts on the ground above his head, still converging into a torrent, rushing towards the Shenmu, and after climbing to the fault at the top of the Shenmu, he saw those ghosts in his field of vision.  , waving his hands, as if he wanted to grab the ground below.

    However, their figures were torn apart by invisible forces, flew into the sky, and fell back to the land above.

    Qin Yang looked down, and a strange feeling slowly came to his heart.

    It seems that the ground under his feet, which was originally a real reflection, seems to be real, and the place above his head, where he was before, is actually a reflection.

    When this thought emerged, I looked up again, and all the ghosts disappeared, and it was still the barren and dead land.

    Between the upper and lower land, there is suddenly a layer of transparent boundary that can be seen.

    Just like a mirror.

    And the huge underworld tree under the feet is the only path that runs through the mirror and the mirror.

    Qin Yang was full of question marks, what's going on?

    The real reflection actually exists, and what he thinks is actually the reflection?

    In other words, after entering here from the outside, what you enter is actually just a world of reflections.

    Qin Yang touched the Feng Duling hanging on his chest, and there was a faint halo of light circulating on this token.

    After contemplating, he put aside these thoughts for the time being, and it is important to get down to business. He has not forgotten what the main goal this time is.

    Qin Yang found a crack, drilled in, put his hands on the wood inside the Shenmu, and began to try to forcefully absorb the power in it.

    ?Use the power of the spirit wood to drive the advancement of the body of the wood spirit.

    Time began to pass little by little

    The black six-tailed white fox is running on the desolate and dead land, its eyes are alert, its head is raised, and its nose is sniffing, as if it is catching some traces.

    It went all the way, the route happened to be the route that Qin Yang had traveled, but this route was the route to leave here.

    When it came all the way to the entrance and rushed over happily, its figure suddenly changed its direction, and it turned into rushing in from the outside.

    After trying several times in a row, the six-tailed white fox was a little confused.

    Obviously it can go out, why can't it go out?

    Undeterred, he continued to test, and a day later, the six-tailed white fox was lying on the ground, completely desperate, it was trapped to death here.

    After several days of experimenting with various methods, but nothing came of it, the six-tailed white fox turned around and walked towards the town it had been to, with its tail drooping.

    It has nowhere to go, so it can only go there, let the man in the black robe with the umbrella take it away again, and wait to give it to Qin Yang again, there is still a little life, otherwise, it will be trapped to death

    In the small town, Bai Lin squatted on the side of the street and drew a horizontal line on the ground, which represented that another day had passed.

    He took the one or two silver bills in exchange for the power of the soul, and walked towards the honest uncle who sold vegetables.

    "Uncle, I have something to ask you."

    "What's the matter?"

    "If you see me dead one day, can you just find me a wasteland and bury me?" Bai Lin handed over a silver ticket, with a sincere expression on his face.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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