After struggling in the wind and snow for almost half an hour, Chen Jiuling finally saw the city gate through the flying snow.

You only need to walk a few dozen more steps to get out of the city and seek freedom.

The habitual prudence made Chen Jiuling stop at the street intersection closest to the city gate.

The city gate was open, and there were no soldiers guarding the gate, and no passers-by in and out, so it looked more peaceful...

——Ding, looking directly at the Red Rou Ghost Realm, your ability has also increased.

——Ding, epiphany 1

"Red Robe Ghost Realm?"

Chen Jiuling frowned.

"I saw through the Hongpao Ghost Realm at a glance. Are you a hawk in the court of Zhenyesi, or is it the junior brother of which Xianzong?"

A fat Taoist with a big sword on his back appeared out of thin air not far from the right side of Chen Jiuling.

Such a big change in a living person is more scary than the Red Rou Ghost Realm that blocks the door in front of him. However, after seeing who suddenly popped up, Chen Jiuling quickly returned to calmness.

"You seem to know me?"

The fat Taoist who carried a big sword obviously noticed Chen Jiuling's expression change.

“Which question should I answer first?”

Chen Jiuling asked back, and while he was speaking, he was also thinking quickly in his heart - in this situation, should we tell the truth or lies? Or should we just be half true and half false?

“First.”

The fat Taoist had a serious expression and worked very hard to maintain the kind.

The first question?

Oh, I asked me if I was a court hawk in Zhenyesi or a junior brother of which Xianzong.

This is the question, the political tendency is simply too obvious, and anyone with a little brain will choose the second option.

But what exactly is Zhenyesi?

A powerful department specially used by the imperial court to manage ghost and supernatural affairs?

The words "whose junior brother of the Immortal Sect" are also full of information, which means there is more than one Immortal Sect in this other world, right?

"I am not from the court, nor do I belong to any immortal sect."

Chen Jiuling chose to tell the truth.

"Living cultivator!" The fat Taoist suddenly realized: "That's right, if you were a disciple of the sect, I would never be unimpressed."

This is all your own imagination.

Chen Jiuling smiled, but did not admit it, but naturally changed the topic: "Senior Brother, I had the honor to witness your flying sword from afar, and it was my fault that you made you doubt."

"How can you blame me? Junior brother, your noble surname? Let me introduce myself first. I am a disciple of the inner sect of Xuantian Sword Sect, with the Taoist name Xuan Jiuxiao, Jiujiu Guiyi, Xiaozhi, who rides Yunlingxiao! Junior brother, just call me Jiuxiao, what kind of senior brother is not senior brother? I am just a few years older than you."

Although he said he didn't want it, the fat Taoist obviously enjoyed the title of senior brother and became quite friendly to Chen Jiuling.

"It turns out that it was Senior Brother Jiuxiao in front of me. Senior Brother, my name is Chen Jiuling. Jiu is also the Jiu who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the

Chen Jiuling continued to call out to his senior brother, and he really felt that this was a little coincidental.

The fat Taoist looked at Chen Jiuling and became more friendly: "If the time is not right, I will definitely get drunk with Junior Brother Chen!"

Jier-

The little red horse behind Chen Jiuling suddenly sniffed with unknown meaning.

"Junior brother, your mount is good. It's probably a thousand miles apart when you grow into it... Huh?!" The fat Taoist looked at the little red horse casually and was about to sing each other in business, but suddenly his eyes changed and looked carefully again: "The spiritual connotation is invisible, there is no demonic energy. I actually took a look away. Junior brother, you are so lucky! You are actually lucky to be accompanied by the spirit beast!"

The envy is beyond words.

Spiritual beast?

This little red horse seems to be even more powerful than I guess?

Although Chen Jiuling really wanted to know the details, he could only hold the problem in his heart due to his personality and pretended that he knew all this.

So Chen Jiuling turned his gaze again to the city gate covered by the Red Robe Ghost Domain.

——Ding, looking directly at the Red Rou Ghost Realm, the ability of the unsurprising has increased again.

——Ding, epiphany...x9

The enlightenment related to it finally appeared.

Epiphany: Special ability, passive ability, greatly improves the understanding when learning, thinking or observing and research.

None?

Just that simple sentence? There is no subsequent upgrade information? There is no parentheses to make fun of?

Chen Jiuling was a little surprised.

Is this too obvious to treat differently?

"Junior brother, what are you looking at?"

The fat Taoist Xuan Jiuxiao asked.

"I didn't see anything, I was just thinking..." Chen Jiuling came to his senses: "How to get out of the city."

"Oh, it's not easy to get out of the city. I believe you have already seen it - destroying the City God Temple and breaking the City God Dharma Body, using ghosts of the Red Robe to block the city gates. Those who can do such things on the ground in Jiannan can do such things. If you dare to do such things, count the only ones like a mad dog. Those madmen who want to resurrect the Ghost God Mo are obviously not going to live for anyone in this city this time!"

The fat Taoist gritted his teeth. If he could leave the city, he would have left the city long ago. How could he be wasted here?

These words also made Chen Jiuling finally know the inside story of this unforgettable disaster...

Wait a minute, the name Ghost Yanmo? I seem to have seen it somewhere?

Chen Jiuling couldn't help but fall into thinking, and then a sudden light of inspiration appeared in his mind - I remembered it!

"The Record of Jiannan Cave: Volume 2: Ghost Yama"

During the Pingkang period of the previous dynasty, the Seven Kings rebelled against the world and the chaos. King Yuwen Yan of Antong was defeated and committed suicide. Three years later, his ghost appeared in the sun and called himself the King of Demons. He killed Jiannan City God, burned the Black Lotus Fahua Temple, and also attracted the soul and stolen souls to create tens of thousands of ghost generals, reversing Yin and Yang disasters Jiannan.

Suddenly one day, the nine heavens fell like rain, the ghost Yan Mo Yuwen Yan was destroyed, and the eighty-one ghost generals were all turned into powder.

One year later, Feng Youjue, a scholar in Jincheng, picked up a small seal, and the small seal was engraved with five characters in the seal of Yanmo. Feng Youjue regarded it as a treasure day and night and said to his wife: "A hundred days later, I will be the most important minister and judge the Yin and Yang affairs on behalf of Yanmo."

However, less than a month later, Feng Youjue was also bombarded by five thunders and his body was gone, and the demon king seal was missing...

Isn't it? The ghost Yan Luo, who had already been destroyed in the book "The Record of the Underworld of Jiannan Cave", actually left such a crazy Yan Mo Sect?

"Senior Brother Jiuxiao, we must leave the city as soon as possible."

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and he will not run away at this time and wait for him to wait.

"It's not that easy to get out." The fat Taoist Xuan Jiuxiao smiled bitterly: "You have also seen that the red-robed ghost messenger guarding the city gate is also a red-robed ghost messenger, and once this guy is alarmed, the Yanmo Cult in the Lock City will definitely send reinforcements."

Xuan Jiuxiao's implication was obviously that he could not defeat the Red Robe Demon Envoy, and once the other party supports him, he would be a place where he would die without a burial.

Is the Red Robe Demonic?

In the morning, the scene where Xuan Jiuxiao easily killed the ghost in the painting is still vivid in his mind.

The painted ghost killed at least twenty or thirty people last night, including several martial arts children and martial arts figures.

"Senior Brother Jiuxiao, I can have a talisman that can drive away ghosts and demons, and can help you... it should."

Chen Jiuling, who had a little analysis, gritted his teeth and took out a trump card.
Chapter completed!