Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, I Build Hell Town Human World

The sea continued to shake, and the boat that Murong Bai and Murong Zitong were on was shaking constantly at this moment.

If it continues like this, the boat seems to be completely falling apart at any moment.

The vast sea water was about to swallow Murong Bai and Murong Zitong completely.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"it is good!"

"This context is in your body, and it has been cultivated to such a climate."

"Good! Excellent!"

After Murong Bai saw Cui Changqing's power, instead of being afraid, he was very happy.

The reason why he plotted against Cui Changqing back then was because Cui Changqing was better at cultivating cultural context than the ancestors of the Murong family.

There is no other reason why the ancestors of the Murong family voluntarily backed down in the Dao struggle.

It was because he, Murong Bai, made a deal with the ancestor of the Murong family.

He will help the Murong family cultivate three saints, and the ancestor of the Murong family will take a step back in the battle for the top.

Although Cui Changqing also felt that the deal back then was very strange.

But how could he have imagined that there was such a deep calculation in that transaction.

"It's calm."

At this time, Murong Zitong also wrote the four small and beautiful characters on the rice paper.

Her handwriting is neither old-fashioned nor clumsy, nor sloppy, but vigorous and powerful.

Her handwriting is beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful, and every word seems to be a gentle beauty.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

Cui Changqing took a step forward and spoke loudly.

The sea breeze that stopped just now became extremely violent at this moment.

A gust of wind was about to overturn Murong Zitong and Murong Bai completely in the sea.

"end!"

When Murong Zitong picked up the pen this time, he only wrote "stop" on the rice paper.

The gust of wind in this piece of heaven and earth seemed to have stopped at this moment.

"Humph!"

Cui Changqing snorted coldly, and shouted: "There is no wind and waves!"

That word of Murong Zitong is very powerful.

There will be no wind in this world for a long time if there is that word "stop" to suppress.

Because Murong Zitong's "Zhi" character, like his "Changqing" character, is a natal character.

Confucian monks basically have a natal character.

Their natal words sometimes repeat themselves.

When the natal characters are repeated, it depends on whose "Confucian Temple" is bigger and absorbs more incense.

Murong Zitong's natal character is somewhat special.

So far, there are countless Confucianism cultivators, and she is the only one who has this word.

"Boom!"

Although there is no wind here, there are still huge waves, which continue to hit.

Murong Zitong started painting on rice paper this time.

She drew it casually, and the stormy sea surface returned to calm again.

Facing Cui Changqing's repeated provocations, she was no longer polite.

Murong Zitong raised his hand and took out a jade seal, which he stamped on the rice paper.

"Pfft!"

Not far away, as if Cui Changqing had been hit hard, a bloody arrow spewed out of his entire mouth.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement!"

Cui Changqing vomited blood, but still tried his best to speak.

"Topography Kun, the gentleman takes..."

Before Cui Changqing finished the second half of the sentence, Murong Zitong wrote eight small characters on the rice paper.

"Saints never die, thieves never stop!"

With these eight characters written, a streak of bright red blood fell from the corner of Murong Zitong's mouth.

Opposite her, Cui Changqing was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"The terrain is Kun, the gentleman carries things with great virtue!"

When Cui Changqing came here this time, he didn't take too many chances in his heart.

He is only one person, how can he be lucky to face two Confucian saints at the same time?

"Humph!"

"I wonder if Heaven dares to restrain me?"

While Cui Changqing was fighting to the death, Murong Bai stepped on the sea with one step.

Originally, Cui Changqing said two words, but the surroundings were already turned upside down, and a force of suppression suddenly enveloped him.

But when Murong Bai took a step forward and released his aura.

The changes in the sky stopped at this moment.

Although Murong Bai's aura was a bit chaotic at this moment.

But he was really right, Tiandao didn't choose to suppress him.

It was as if Tiandao owed him something for not being able to bring down Haohao Tianwei to completely suppress this person.

"Crack Kacha!"

Cui Changqing's body seemed to have turned into a piece of porcelain at this moment, and began to crumble continuously.

"Crack Kacha!"

One after another, cracks continued to appear all over his body.

In his body, a golden vein is also swaying.

Cui Changqing put his hand into the shattered body, trying to crush this context completely.

"Crack!"

However, his arm was completely shattered at this moment.

It turned out that Murong Bai had already arrived in front of this saint, and he raised his hand and tapped his fingers, knocking off all vitality of Cui Changqing.

His method is very similar to Chen Qiye, but not exactly the same.

As soon as Cui Changqing died, the context was drawn by Murong Bai.

Most of them fell into Murong Bai's body, and a small part fell into Murong Zitong's body.

More are scattered all over the world, in the secular dynasties, it seems that there are Wenqu stars in the lower realm.

Murong Bai stood on the surface of the sea and started to look inside.

There is a vein in his body that has already turned into a dragon, but Tianlong has no eyes, and even the dragon scales are incomplete.

After absorbing Cui Changqing's context, this heavenly dragon also has an extra dragon scale.

If Chen Qiye was here, he would feel it.

In Murong Bai's body, there is actually the aura of Emperor Zun.

Not all of these guys are sleeping in the Chaos Emperor's Mausoleum, there are still a lot of old monsters who are making trouble outside.

In the Golden Thread Immortal City, Chen Qiye received news from the Qingyuan Pavilion Master.

Cui Changqing is dead!
In the courtyard, Chen Qiye couldn't say he was happy or regretful, he just felt very strange.

"Are we going back?"

Ice Phoenix looked at the fluffy chick on the ground, and asked casually.

The little chicken was bought by Ice Phoenix for a family in the Fairy City of Witch Hazel.

She watched the old hen with her head held high and her chest high, playing in the courtyard with many chicks in a high-spirited manner. She thought it was very interesting, so she bought it back for a piece of Dao Crystal.

A dao crystal, no matter where it is, can buy a mountain back.

She bought an old hen and a group of chicks for a piece of dao crystal, obviously very prodigal.

But Ice Phoenix didn't care, because she spent Chen Qiye's money.

Chen Qiye didn't care, he spent the money of the little red bird.

Of course the little red bird didn't care, because it didn't know there was such a layer of cause and effect at all.

These days, it has been thinking about how to persuade Chen Qiye.

"Not going back for now."

"It feels quite strange."

"I'm going to check the place where Cui Changqing died."

Chen Qiye shook his head, he didn't plan to go back now.

In his opinion, Cui Changqing's death was inexplicable.

"Okay, you go."

"I'm staying home."

Binghuang casually said something that almost choked Chen Qiye.

Although he bought this courtyard, how could such an ordinary courtyard become the home of the Ice Phoenix?

"You have to go with me, otherwise I'm worried that I won't be able to come back after I go."

Chen Qiye said helplessly.