Bai Yujun is very serious in terms of spiritual practice and enlightenment.

Specializing in the ability to increase a sense of security and facilitate predation, making money and keeping money is considered a hobby, and other simple dabblings are too lazy to delve into, resulting in half-baked skills from time to time, such as the half-hearted sword control skills in the past.

Before Butian secretly arranged his methods, he had spread out many clones.

Including the dragon-scale clones who assisted Zhenbei in suppressing the ancient battlefield, due to certain dragon biases or simply not caring, they had nothing to do after completing their tasks. As time went by, they gradually developed self-awareness.

Just some scales or even a breath of dragon energy, full of spirituality, it is easy to give birth to oneself.

Bai Yujun was frozen in Tianzhu Peak and could not move. Most of the many clones that were scattered were at ease, and only a few of them disappeared.

At this moment, in the underworld.

A slender figure with a knife on his shoulder is wandering around the underworld, dressed as an ordinary swordsman, dusty with travels, complaining about the dust and lifelessness everywhere in the underworld. If he wants to satisfy his thirst, he can only eat some flowers from the other side and stare at a few shadow trees.

I have been using fairy grass for a long time, but it is a pity that it is difficult to obtain it due to the guardianship of ferocious beasts.

Wandering around in boredom with a flower stem in his mouth.

Kick away the stupid lonely ghosts with your feet, pass through the underworld recruitment office where ghost soldiers are recruited, and try to dodge the surrounding ghost soldiers and generals.

Anyone who can roam the underworld in flesh and blood is not to be trifled with.

Since the chaos, the underworld has also been in chaos, with evil spirits everywhere causing chaos.

while walking.

I saw a beautiful female ghost on the roadside, wandering around and refusing to leave. I remembered seeing her here two years ago, but I didn't expect that she was still there after such a long time.

He wandered up to the female ghost, tilted his head and spat out the flower stem.

"Hey, that ghost, what are you doing here?"

The sudden question startled the female ghost. She glanced at the girl carrying the knife and quickly lowered her head. Although she was just an ordinary little ghost, over time she would always know what kind of beings were not easy to mess with, such as the flesh-and-blood person in front of her.

A strange man who runs rampant in the underworld.

Especially since she doesn't look human.

"What are you doing with your head down? There's no money on the ground. Even if you pick up paper money, you can't buy anything. Just look up."

It looks like an idle villain in the underworld teasing a female ghost.

At first I was too lazy to pay attention to it. The underworld was full of ghosts and was in turmoil from time to time. There were ghosts everywhere. I didn't know why I suddenly felt something when I saw her.

The female ghost raised her head tremblingly.

The clone looked at the female ghost's appearance, holding the knife in one hand and holding her chin in thought.

"I seem to have just learned your story. It's me and it's not me. It's me. Forget it. You don't understand anyway. Anyway, I know your story. Don't wait. He won't meet you. The fate is over.

Do whatever you have to do."

After saying that, he walked straight past the stunned female ghost. All that needed to be said was said, and the rest was her own business.

Wander along the long and lifeless street of the underworld and enjoy the unique and sleepy street scene.

I have been to the underworld many times before.

When he first served as a priest, he escorted criminals to the underworld many times, and participated in the heavenly army entering the underworld to put down rebellions, so he was considered rich in experience.

Those days when we were in such a hurry that we didn't have time to appreciate the scenery of the underworld, now we can take our time to see it.

There is no sunshine, the sky is dim and hazy, there is no wind, and the khaki streets are full of ghosts, men, women, old and young, or mutilated figures, different in appearance and reality, appearing and disappearing as they wander around.

There are dim gray houses on both sides of the street, and the open doorways are dark.

Most of the ghosts lack intelligence and are mostly confused. There are also many ghosts who keep whispering or crying and laughing, cursing behind their backs or even having cunning and sinister eyes. These ghosts who have some spirituality can still maintain their appearance in life, and those who are more confused are just like ghosts.

Angry ghost fire.

In addition to human ghosts, there are many birds and animals on the roadside. Not many of them remain the same as before, most of them are ghosts.

If it were normal, these ghosts would go where they should go, but the passages to the underworld are intermittent.

To catch up with such a world, we can only endure the time and wait for the world to be clear before we can go on the road again.

There are little fluorescent stars floating in the corners and in the sky. They are birds, animals, fish and insects that are not very intelligent, floating everywhere.

Except for these ordinary ghosts, those who can live in houses are those who are capable.

For example, the soul of a monk or a great demon.

The appearance of this kind of ghost is almost the same as that of a living person, with a solid soul, no loss of spiritual intelligence, and the ability to understand the magic of the ashram.

The underworld likes to recruit monks and ghosts of great demons to work. They are strong and do not need a long time to train. Those with low cultivation level will be ghost warriors and those with high cultivation level will be ghost generals. Those who do not want to eat from the public and cannot be reincarnated can simply find a house to suffer and wait.

On the day when order was restored, the door was closed and we sat in meditation to wait for the time.

In addition to spiritual ghosts, there are also many famous figures living in the house.

For example, some important figures who have far-reaching influence and improve people's livelihood, literati who have written articles for eternity, filial sons who are praised by the world for their filial piety, beauties who are known by the world for their beauty, officials who have done good things for the people and are praised.

There are also characters who were originally ordinary but whose stories were passed down, as well as monsters and monsters who were offered incense and performed good deeds by mortals.

Although he has no cultivation base, the countless mental powers added to his body have strengthened his soul, which is much stronger than ordinary ghost souls. It is useless to run a network of relationships in this underworld, and all things are the main force.

Emperors and generals are rare, after all, this type of ruling class commits crimes and kills more.

As for birds, animals, fish, shrimps, insects and ordinary people, they can only enjoy the vastness of the underworld on the roadside in the wild.

The streets are neat and orderly, the main roads have high-walled courtyards, and the houses are no different from the mansions of wealthy families. The remote streets are shabby and shabby, with only one house and even only walls and straw mats left.

In the past, the clone would even sneak into the courtyard to see something new.

Get to know some famous people by the way.

I don't bother to go to the courtyards where ghosts are cultivated, and I just hang out in the courtyards of literati and beauties.

I have also learned some literary skills and can speak a few words in complicated situations.

Carrying a knife and wandering around, I occasionally stopped to poke my head into the dark house door. I passed a few haunted houses and didn't find many new faces. I was looking forward to meeting an actor who is famous for his singing. I couldn't satisfy my thirst for words and could only seek spiritual entertainment.

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However, world-famous actors are hard to come by, and we can't expect living people to die quickly. After all, it's not very kind.

The dragon-shaped city wall is huge, and interesting ghosts are hard to come by.

The clone has nothing to do and can only have fun everywhere. Among the three realms, only the underworld is the dullest, darkest and gloomiest.

"I really admire the immortal officials of the underworld, they are all the ones who can endure the boring and ultimate hard training."

I thought that if it didn't disappear in the future, I would have to find a way to leave the underworld.

As I was walking, my steps suddenly stopped.

Without moving his body, he turned his head and looked at the dilapidated courtyard. The nervous ghost in the courtyard looked familiar.

That ghost is very timid. He is not a monk, a demon, a virtuous soul, and he is not a positive figure praised by the world. It is very strange that being in a hospital means that he is protected by the underworld, otherwise he would not even be able to get into the corner.

After thinking for a moment, I finally remembered who he was.

There was a popping sound and he jumped to the door, making the ghost retreat and fall in fright. This time he could see it more clearly. He had seen it before and it was very familiar.

"It turns out it's you. When I was on duty to patrol the mortal world, I happened upon you and the fairy getting married under the locust tree. You asked me to wait for the heavenly soldiers and generals to have a good time!"

The knife didn't come out of its sheath, so he thrust his hand into the floor tiles and pressed his neck diagonally to prevent him from moving.
Chapter completed!