The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

As soon as these words were spoken, Ouyang suddenly felt as if there was a stream of water flowing in his body.

Ding Dong!

A drop of warm true energy dripped into the Dantian, causing a wave of water.

Ouyang was stunned for a moment. Although it was very weak, he could feel something quietly draining from his body.

This feeling is very subtle, and what is missing makes Ouyang's brain calmer and calmer.

Ouyang, who was dressed in a green shirt, seemed to suddenly understand something. He raised his waist slightly, gathered the sleeves in front of his hands, and threw them behind him wantonly.

"Although I don't know what the old man is planning, today I'm going to see if what you're planning is what I think." Ouyang had a smile on his lips, but there was an inexplicable air of airiness about him.

In Huizhi's eyes, Ouyang beside him seemed to have changed.

From the playful and smiling little gangster just now, he instantly turned into a wise man, or an immortal in charge of the chess game.

"Why, what's that look in your eyes?" Ouyang glanced at Huizhi and said in a faint voice.

"I always feel that the donor has undergone some changes, but the monk is not sure what the donor wants to understand." Huizhi said honestly.

Ouyang, who put away his playful smile, gave Huizhi a strong sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression is not overbearing, but it gives Huizhi a sense of psychological conviction and submission.

Ouyang did not pay attention to Huizhi, but looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers.

"Great monk, since this place is called Jiuyou, it should also be where the ghosts of the underworld are, right?" Ouyang asked in a low voice.

Huizhi chanted the Buddha's name and said truthfully: "The underworld mentioned by the donor is just a way of saying reincarnation in the human world. However, although it is true, it is also true."

"Since this is the underworld, does it have the rules of the underworld?" Ouyang continued to ask thoughtfully.

"This little monk doesn't know that Jiuyou is the place where the dead live. How can a stranger know so much?" Huizhi shook his head and said.

"In that case, great monk, then follow me and learn the rules of this underworld." Ouyang's face showed no expression, he spread his hands, and the rope fell into his hand obediently.

Ouyang walked into the sea of ​​flowers and acted wantonly, his clothes flying.

Huizhi behind him looked surprised, his hands clasped together trembling slightly.

Why is there such a big gap between this person's front and back?

From being out of touch and fooling around just now to being proud and calm now.

But there is an inexplicable power that convinces him that Huizhi can't help but follow Ouyang as he steps forward.

This sea of ​​flowers is boundless, as if there is no end, but in the hearts of both of them, there is a voice calling them at the same time.

The further we go, the more beautiful the flowers on both sides bloom.

There was originally no road in the sea of ​​flowers. When Ouyang passed by, the flowers on the other side in front of him would automatically create a path.

It's as if the flower in front of you seems to be alive, knowing how to make way for the strong person in front of you.

"It's too slow, it's too slow. It's still a bit slow to go on like this." Ouyang stopped and seemed to be thinking of something.

"I've come this far, do you still want me to go on? Is this how you treat guests?" Ouyang said quietly to the empty front.

Huizhi behind him looked at Ouyang curiously, wondering who Ouyang was talking to.

What shocked Huizhi was that the entire sea of ​​flowers seemed to come alive, and the flowers turned to look at herself and Ouyang.

What makes people feel horrified is that the blossoming flowers of the other side are like pairs of eyes, staring at themselves.

Snapped!

There was a sound of an empty whip, Ouyang waved the hemp rope in his hand, and said with cold eyes: "What? Do you have to force me to use force?"

As soon as Ouyang finished speaking, the countless blooming flowers of the other side of the world scattered instantly.

Countless petals rose up without wind and gathered together like a tornado to form a huge human face.

The man opened his mouth and shouted in a low voice, "Get out of here!"

The huge human face is hundreds of feet tall, as tall as a mountain. Just the height makes Ouyang and Huizhi look as small as ants.

Ouyang's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and swung out his long whip. The whip grew long in the wind, and when it landed on a person's face, it became as big as a person's face.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of a whip sounded, and the person's face was struck in half by the whip.

But in the next second, it recovered again.

The human face seemed to be irritated, and countless petals were flying in the sky.

It turned into a flying knife in the shape of petals, like cow hair. Flying quickly towards Ouyang.

The whip in Ouyang's hand danced so tightly that it was like a barrier, blocking all the petals.

Behind him, Huizhi looked pale and lowered his head while reciting scriptures quickly.

He didn't understand why Ouyang could still use magic in Jiuyou.

This is a place that only souls can reach, and great monks who have reached heavenly cultivation are just like mortals when they arrive here.

Why can Ouyang use magic weapons and spells?

And why are we fighting with this entire sea of ​​flowers on the other side?

It's inexplicable, but Huizhi can't do anything. He can only hide behind Ouyang and be protected by Ouyang.

He is no different from ordinary people.

He could only watch Ouyang fighting with the huge human face in the sky.

Ouyang shouted softly, and the whip in his hand shook suddenly, and countless petals stopped in mid-air as if they were controlled by Ouyang.

Ouyang looked at the face that had shrunk a bit. There was no expression on his face, and he looked calm.

Completely different from his usual playful and smiling face, Ouyang's calmness at this moment made people feel frightened.

Ouyang sneered and slowly raised his right hand. Under Ouyang's control, all the motionless petals slowly turned into a giant hand and grasped the face!

The petals that were originally controlled by the human face seemed to have been forcibly taken away by Ouyang.

The man's face finally showed a trace of panic, and he wanted to turn into flower petals and escape, but found that he was imprisoned in place.

"When did the petals that made up my own body become controlled by the man in green across from me!!!"

In the horror of the human face, the huge petal hand slapped the human face hard.

A little red light ran wildly towards the distance, but behind it came the sound of breaking through the air.

A mediocre hemp rope had caught up with him and tied him tightly and pulled him back.

The red light hit the ground, revealing its true appearance.

A human-shaped white radish with a Higan flower on its head was tied to the ground in a shameful posture.

"You actually...!" Bailuobo looked at Ouyang Gang angrily and wanted to scold loudly.

But he was kicked over by Ouyang and stomped on the ground. Ouyang looked down at the white radish in front of him and whispered: "Do you know why it is like this?"

Bailuobo, who was stepped on by Ouyang, looked confused and didn't understand what Ouyang was talking about.

Ouyang looked at the confused fool in front of him, sneered and said:

"The stupidest thing you did was to secretly absorb the emotion called joy from me!"