Zhao Zhiqiang knew about this senior official of the Ghost Department. There was a lot of information about him in the records of the King of Finance. The King of Hell each held the same place. Cui Fujun was the judge of the Ghost City of Fengdu and had great power.

This person was not familiar with Zhao Gongming's ancestors before his lifetime, but after his death, he had many interactions. The King of Finance entered the Yin and Yang world many times and had some friendship with this person. Moreover, another famous blessing king of the Zhen House, Shen Zhong Kui, was a fellow villager with the King of Finance, so this friendship and feelings were really not ordinary. Even the beautiful woman in the space, Gui Shangrou recognized this person.

Before the person could get out of the bone house, Zhao Zhiqiang had already analyzed it was Cui Fujun, but he didn't recognize himself...

Far away, those guys who disguised themselves as obedient monsters were ready to watch the show. Hehe, the guys guarding Heishan Mountain, which is the Yin-Yang Realm Mountain, and the underworld soldiers who are tall and do not hang up. They are about to fight together, hehe!

No matter who knocks over whom, we are all happy!

The Yinwu Tree Demon stood there honestly, but he had already been happy in his heart. He had never felt so relieved for many years. When he saw the small mountain guard of the Yan family, he didn't even dare to let go of a fart in front of the high official of the Yinsi, he knew that the most exciting strength in this world was not killing people, but also talking nonsense when others cursed.

This is the case with defeating others without fighting.

The big meat bird Fotuo stood on the branch and looked at the distance. These ghost soldiers and they have always been free from wells and waters. However, the one-horned flame beast they surrounded and killed today was said to have escaped from there, which seemed to have angered King Yama?

Although the individual ghost soldiers and other demon beasts are not afraid, the ghost soldiers after they become soldiers are really not so easy to deal with. If it weren’t for the little evil tiger who had no experience today, he would have not changed into a ghost soldier. This strategy of killing people with a knife would have been useless!

Well, the Yinwu Tree Demon's method is good, and he doesn't even beat him. I think the person surnamed Yan has to hand over that person and the Evil Hu to the Yinsi, the guy who speaks loudly in the middle. But a master of Dan-level, is there any one of the people and ghost demons here who can fight against him!

You guys just wait for death!

Although he knew that due to his identity, the person from the underworld would not kill Yan Kun, as long as he killed the evil tiger and the new one, it would be a very pleasant thing!

Yan Kun heard that Cui Fujun was already speaking harshly. The judge's pen in his hand also raised, and immediately became furious!

Just as he was about to activate the formation with all his strength, he could not defeat the enemy. He would talk about it all over again. Anyway, he would never hand over the person no matter what!

Zhao Zhiqiang stepped out of the door of the bone house and coughed twice gently.

Yan Kun was shocked first and then happy!

Zhao Zhiqiang was holding a foundation-building pill with light and yin breath flowing.

"Basic Building Pill?"

"No wonder it smelled so good just now!"

"That guy turned out to be an alchemist..."

Zhao Zhiqiang walked out and the pill in his hand was very far away, but these ghost cultivators could easily recognize it. It was a real spiritual pill!

Cui Fujun's eyes shrank!

Huh?

The inner breath that man cultivated was very familiar with?

I seem to have seen it somewhere? No—

When Yan Kun saw Zhao Zhiqiang come out, he handed over the pill in his hand. Now that he has his junior brother, he is not in a hurry to fight with others.

The injured black tiger was a little sad, it was caused by it. Now it was obvious that the speaking ghost was a very powerful guy. It immediately obediently refused to speak, but as soon as Zhao Zhiqiang left the bone house, it immediately sensed a very familiar spiritual breath.

It seems that he had been exposed to such spiritual breath before he was born.

Immediately ran to Zhao Zhiqiang and sniffed it!

The Heaven and Earth Dragon Induction Technique was running all over the body. What Zhao Zhiqiang thought of was this symbolic cultivation Taoist Technique, of course, there was also the Taoist Technique of the Holy Money here, but those were not used here, only this inner breath. It is absolutely impossible to be wrong. As long as it is really Cui Fujun, he will not recognize the Taoist Technique of the Holy Money King. Unless they had not practiced together, meditated or something, this situation was obviously unlikely to happen.

Unfortunately, the Saint King of Wealth himself didn't know where to hit the divine whip, gold and ingots. The fall that year was too bizarre, and the records of the Seven Saints Brand were only left by Linglong when the key promotion was before. How did the Saint King of Wealth fall fall was a mystery, not to mention the countless magic weapons, spiritual objects and other things he collected over the years, and even the divine body was unknown. The soul didn't even have time to return to Linglong. This was a huge mystery for Zhao Zhiqiang.

Cui Fujun has not visited Huangquan in person for hundreds of years. He knew that the Yan clan had been guarding the road to heaven on the Yin-Yang Realm Mountain. This place of the blue and fallen Huangquan was not actually under their jurisdiction. This is actually the place where the junction of Yin-Yang is junction, and it is a buffer between each mustard and the underworld. It is a place where the soul and karma are eliminated. It is between Yin-Yang, just like there are many passers-by in the Yan clan. This is also the reason why the Yin-Yang and their well water do not violate the rivers and waters. They are in charge of their own affairs and as long as they do not interfere with each other. In fact, in his opinion, there is really no need to stay in this road to create this small world of Holy Emperor.

Fortunately, there seems to be almost no one who practices in this small world, so this channel of return to the sun has no meaning. In the past few hundred years, there have been no foundation-building cultivators in this small world called "Huaxia". Even among the people who practice, there is only a little vitality. Yan Kun is still good, but compared with the Golden Elixir Avenue of his ancestors, the difference is only 100,800 miles away.

This is a forgotten place.

Unexpectedly, today, I met a monk who might be his old friend?

The familiar inner breath of the Taoist Dharma, whether it is the person or the breath aggregate circulating in the elixir, is very familiar with it. Although this person has three parts of the spirit, he is definitely not the Taoist brother who has entered the world to pursue Taoism.

Zhao Zhiqiang handed the pill to Yan Kun, but his eyes were on the elixir ghost general in the formation, and the subtle changes did not escape his eyes.

Cheng. This visitor from the underworld should have seen it and recognized the Taoist Dharma and breathing aggregate!

In the distance, the big meat bird Fotuo was very puzzled, "Why, they didn't make a sound after calling for a while? Or don't you beat me?"

Fotuo does not like to swallow people's spirits. It only likes the pure spiritual liquid in the dark, which makes it less complete and unreliable wisdom in the world. It really can't understand what is happening now.

The Yinwu Tree Demon saw some clues!

"Mr. Cui is above, please accept a worship from the younger generation." Zhao Zhiqiang knew that Zhao Gongming and the other three were also fellow disciples in the past. Although their cultivation has become a difference between heaven and earth, and the Holy King Gongming has also fallen and passed away, this etiquette is still needed.

Cui Fujun was already familiar with the boy's body. When he heard that he called himself a little nephew, he seemed to be a junior of an acquaintance?

"Who are you?"

"I am the one who preaches the Holy King Gongming in the world, and is also a descendant of blood and incense. The third level of Qi Refining cultivation, the junior Zhao Zhiqiang, pays homage to Lord Fujun."

Zhao Zhiqiang took a few steps out of the formation, came to the horse of the Cui Mansion, and knelt down respectfully to salute.

Ah—It's true!

Cui Fujun immediately remembered that it was Zhao Gongming!

That unique Taoist Dharma and Taoist aggregate will not be wrong!

I originally wanted to ask if there were tokens on my body, but he was smart and immediately thought that if there were such a kid, he would have taken it out long ago!

Without fighting, the Taoist method of body movement has proved that one has a proverb. I think there is no token, well. Maybe it was because of not...

When Cui Fujun saw that he was holding a junior gift, then—there was nothing else. Giving this great gift was enough to explain everything.

He immediately jumped off the horse, took two steps, and helped Zhao Zhiyo up.

"Ah, please come up quickly. Alas, how did you give this great gift when you first met? Cui didn't dare to accept it!" Cui Fujun didn't know what he called Zhao Zhiqiang. Because this boy said that he was a descendant of incense, and it was passed down from five generations in the world for a hundred years. It has been many years since then. Even though this boy was a descendant of the Zhao family and was preached by the God of Wealth, he didn't know where to start from. The boy called himself a junior. Could it be that I would call myself an old ghost?

Zhao Zhiqiang stood up with a look of panic.

"I'm sorry, Lord Fujun, the younger brother did not take good care of me, so he caused a huge disaster. Please punish me!" Zhao Zhiqiang bowed to the ground again with deep tribute.

The ghost soldiers next to them seemed to have not seen it, looking straight ahead, and several generals riding ghost horses near the corner had already dismounted and stood behind them. However, the ghost face was ruthless and there was no fluctuation at all. The death aura was far better than the spirits on the road to the underworld.

know?

Yan Kun was a little surprised.

He also knew Cui Fujun, but he had never seen him before. He didn't expect that Junior Brother Zhao was really powerful. Even the high-ranking officials in the underworld recognized him. He was so powerful, amazing—

"There is no need for punishment."

Cui Fujun said calmly, then waved his right hand.

The ghost soldiers, who were originally waiting for battle, immediately put aside their attack, and changed to a marching force.

The ghostly spirit is so strong. Although Zhao Zhiqiang has never seen the ghost soldiers, he never expected that there was a ghost army in the underworld. It can be seen that Cui Fujun’s general order is very majestic, with thousands of ghost soldiers consistent in their movements and disciplined well!

This immediately made him overturn all the speculations about the original underworld!

"Well, that's the black tiger you raised, but it's a bit similar to your ancestors." Cui Fujun nodded and looked at the guy who was down on his eyebrows. Although he was angry, most of it was eliminated because of Zhao Zhiqiang's appearance. "Well, you have to discipline it well in the future. It's difficult to remove the beast nature. If you don't train it well and do things against the sky, it will be difficult to protect the gods and Buddhas!"

Cui Fujun originally wanted to ask how this black tiger with the foundation of a divine beast came from. Later, he thought it was inherited by Brother Gongming, and it must be raised by the Zhao family. There is nothing strange about this. He killed and injured a few ghost soldiers, and went back to comfort him by fighting. Since it was a misunderstanding, it would not be a big deal.

Zhao Zhiqiang's courtesy is still useful - although Cui Fujun's cultivation is far less than that of the Holy King of Gongming, the ancestor of Gongming has become an ancient person and doesn't even know where the soul has gone. Now, if you don't pretend to be a little companion and go low-key in front of this alchemy cultivator, that's what you want to go to the cesspool when you're fine - seeking death.

It’s not a big deal for many people... Hehe, let alone this person is really an elder.
Chapter completed!