The flower stem in the mouth rotates in a circle.

"It's quite interesting. I said a few words that made the devil feel dizzy and his ears were ringing, which was very uncomfortable."

After saying that, Bai Yujun cloned himself and walked towards the monk by the Nai River with the knife in his hand.

The turbid river water exuded the smell of blood and death. The monk recited sutras to the ten evil ghosts in front of him, patiently saving the evil ghosts from hell. The clone blinked and saw that he was also a strong man who entered the underworld in a golden body.

The clone walked to the monk's side, looked at the monk chanting sutras, and looked at some evil ghosts.

The evil spirits in hell are different from the dead souls wandering in the underworld. They are violent, ferocious, and have almost no thoughts. They are a special species that all monsters are disgusted by.

Some are black and have slender hands and claws, and some are covered in blood and have half of their heads missing above their noses.

At this time, the evil ghost was suppressed by the Buddha's light and could not move, and as he chanted sutras, the foul smell continued to escape from his body.

The bored clones stood nearby and watched.

after awhile.

After a while...

The clone couldn't stand Mojiji, so he rolled his eyes with a helpless expression, got up and walked to the evil ghost.

I lowered my head and looked at it carefully, trying to figure out what it was about the evil ghost that was worth wasting my time to escape. After looking for a long time, I couldn't see anything like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Deliberately releasing some dragon energy to scare the evil spirits from waking up from the sound of chanting sutras.

A great terror is ahead, and the evil spirits are crouching on the ground and trembling.

"..."

The golden monk looked at the troublemaking swordsman. The evil ghost couldn't understand even half of the verses. Only the wandering ghosts and ghost fires attracted by the chanting were still glowing normally. There was no need to worry about the wandering ghosts and ghost fires. It was mysterious.

The girl's power only targets evil spirits.

The clone pouted.

"Your salvation is too slow. You might as well just return it to basic matter. Otherwise, you will have to transcend until how long."

The clone and the main body also adhere to the principle of physical transcendence. This method is simple, effective, easy to master, and very trouble-free.

Seeing that it was difficult to continue his salvation, the monk had no choice but to stop chanting.

"The underworld is miserable and silent, and the benefactor has been stranded for many years. Why doesn't he return to the upper world to enjoy his freedom?"

Hearing this, the clone was very helpless.

"I would have run away if I could. The Gate of Hell is unstable. What should I do if I fall into the void and cannot come back? I can only wait for time to wait for order to be restored."

While I was talking, the taste of the flower stalk in my mouth was gone. I wanted to spit it out, but I thought it was a waste so I just chewed it up and ate it.

"If the donor wants to leave, I can help."

It is very difficult to cross the world barrier. Many powerful people can do it, but it is not as easy as a certain dragon.

The clone kicked the nearest evil ghost into ashes, then took out the other side flower pole and held it in its mouth.

"Thank you, I still have to stay in the underworld. Maybe there are other things to do. Alas, this is life. Since I can't change, I can only go with the flow."

The monk heard something else in her words.

Stare at the girl carefully and observe carefully.

"You are no longer the same person you were before. Your sanity has emerged, your talents are natural, and you have a bright future. You are worthy of being the daughter of the Dragon Court royal family. Although the age of mythical beasts has long declined, casual means can create miracles."

He could see through the origin of the clone and used the word "miraculous" to describe the white dragon clone in front of him.

The old monsters who have lived for a long time also have some ability to create living creatures, but they cannot do it as casually as she does. A piece of dragon scale or a breath of dragon breath, the birth of self-awareness and perfect intelligence, especially the natural aptitude for cultivation.

I can guess the reason. The divine beasts born according to the rules are too talented.

However, there are rules for success, and there are rules for failure. When the world becomes perfect, it will fall and perish.

The monk wanted to recruit such an outstanding spiritual talent but was afraid of leaving behind him.

No one can guarantee the loyalty of the White Dragon clone, and I can't afford to gamble, so I can only say it's a pity and stay away from him.

The clone just ignored it after hearing it.

"What's the use of saving a few evil spirits? You can jump into the deepest part of the abyss and try to save that guy."

"..."

This sentence made the monk choke and didn't know what to say.

If you can really save the disasters at the bottom of the hell abyss, how can there be such disasters now? However, it is not necessarily that disasters are destined to happen. Those with great supernatural powers will take advantage of the situation, such as the one at the bottom of the hell abyss, such as the one who transformed into Tianzhu Peak.

The mythical beast True Dragon.

After being silent for a long time, I asked the question that had been hidden in my heart for a long time.

"What is the purpose of your avatars coming to the underworld? I asked the other one last year, but she refused to tell."

The clone smiled slightly.

"Am I going to say it?"

The monk smiled when he heard this and didn't care about the ridicule.

"The donor and I at least have the same purpose, to calm the turmoil in the underworld and restore order."

I wanted to say a lot, but I thought the other person might not like nagging so I had to give it up. What I used to be good at persuading people to do good was no longer useful.

The clone nodded in agreement, indeed having the same purpose in some respects.

"That makes sense, but I really don't know anything. You have to understand one thing, I'm just a clone."

There's really no way to talk about cooperation. As a clone, I don't have the authority to make major decisions, not to mention I really don't know. Just finish the task and be happy doing nothing. It's also a good quality to eat well and be lazy.

The evil ghost kneeling on the ground in front of him made the clone feel uncomfortable and felt his nose itchy.

"Ah~ah sneeze!"

The monk was speechless as he watched the evil spirits disappear into ashes.

A clone shrugged.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back just now. I'll be careful next time."

After saying that, she turned around and continued walking, without looking back, waving her hands as a farewell, blowing air from the corner of her mouth upwards to blow the ends of her hair, she was cool and comfortable, just chatting for a while, she didn't want to listen to the monk's endless chanting, which made her easily sleepy.

sleepy.

The gray sky, the river flowing to nowhere, the ghosts and ghosts everywhere...

The clone carrying the knife wanders around boredly. When it gets tired, it will find a place to rest, and then continues to wander and fight. The boring underworld makes people go crazy.

There was no sunrise or sunset, no spring, summer, autumn, and winter. I don’t know how long it had been.

One day, I passed by the Naihe Bridge in Hell again.

What is different from the past is that there is an extra stall at the end of the bridge. A piece of corpse skin obtained from an unknown source is spread on the floor, and a dozen things are placed on it.

The goods are quite miscellaneous, including some kind of rare bones, blood-red beads naturally formed in the Wangchuan River, a coffin sealed in a crystal bottle, a pair of paper boats of unknown origin, etc...

The girl wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat is sitting on a small bench with her eyes closed as if she is meditating.

The same flesh and blood, the same avatar, but with different styles and hobbies.

The clone carrying the knife rolled his eyes when he saw this.

"Can I make money by setting up a stall in this damn place?"

The bamboo hat was lifted up, revealing a delicate and pretty face of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Setting a stall in the underworld is the real business, and it can reach the highest level, because some customers will sell their souls."

"..."

He smacked his lips and couldn't continue chatting.

The underworld is full of ghosts who have nothing, and only their souls can be sold. Doing business to this point is considered the best.

Put the knife on the ground and sit casually next to the stall.

He tilted his head and looked at the stall clone carefully, and noticed something different.

"You were born with self-awareness?"

It's easy for people who are clones to spot certain abnormalities of the same type. The monk must be talking about the clone that sets up a stall.

The bamboo hat was lowered and he waited quietly for the customer's clone to sigh.

"Didn't you also have self-awareness? Are you feeling particularly confused? Don't worry. The main body has long known that this day will come. If you want to know more information, you need to trade."

"Go, talk to me, and tell me what to do next."

The stall-setting clone lamented that it was too difficult to do business with him, so he had to restrain some of his stall-selling habits.

"You can do whatever you want, transform into a dragon or a dragon."
Chapter completed!