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"I said before, don't add trouble to Jing." Ji Jingrui's flat voice sounded slowly.

Song Dafu, unable to move, looked at Ji Jingrui in horror. While his soul was forcibly stitched together, a beam of light from the contract wandered in his body from time to time. He was horrified to find that just now, Shao Rui had planted a ray in his body. contract.

"I'll give you three days to throw out the things that shouldn't appear in the ghost street. If you can't do it, you'll disappear after three days." After Ji Jingrui finished speaking, he raised his hand and begged Song Dafu in horror. Without looking at her eyes, she let him disappear in front of her.

"Rui Shao, I'll go to Ghost Street to clean up those guys who illegally sell runes." Wang Xuebin said in a low voice respectfully.

Ji Jingrui nodded slightly, raised his hand, and the yellow silk cloth fell on Wang Xuebin's hand, "Put this notice on the ghost street."

"Yes!" Wang Xuebin didn't look at the Huang Juan cloth in his hand, and after bowing respectfully to Ji Jingrui, he turned and left in a hurry. Ever since the incident with Baicao, Wang Xuebin has been extremely respectful and loyal to Gu Youjing and Ji Jingrui.Wang Xuebin respected everything about Baicao and the character of the City God, but for Ji Jingrui, Wang Xuebin deeply understood that even Master Qingqiu respected a person to three points, what was he worth as a mere evil ghost?

Whether it is for his own sake or for the sake of Baicao, the only thing he has to do is to be loyal to Lord Chenghuang and Ruishao.

Like Song Dafu, a mere ghost cultivator, who dared to pick up bribes privately when he was working for the City God, and let the ghost street get mixed in with unclean things!Almost got into trouble!

Hmph, what a blindfold!

For Rui Shao, all those who cause trouble to the City God are looking for death!

Wang Xuebin went down to do things, Ji Jingrui closed his eyes, let go of his consciousness, the consciousness slowly spread out on the ghost street, like waves slowly rippling out, in Ji Jingrui's consciousness, little lights lit up one by one, They are ghosts, either bright or dim, the degree of solidification of the soul body is different, and the brightness is also different. Then, among them, there are one or two different starlights. .

At the same time, the non-human and non-ghost guys who were wandering leisurely in the ghost street stopped in their tracks, and the fierce coercion approached them, and at the same time, a majestic voice sounded from the spiritual consciousness—"Leave!"

"Damn! I won't leave yet! What can you do to me!" One of the monsters locked by the divine sense sneered.

"Death!" A majestic voice sounded, and then, somewhere in the ghost street, a finger was a little empty, and the sneering monster's eyes widened and disappeared without a sound.

Those few non-human and non-ghost guys watched this scene in horror.

"Five seconds, one, two,..." Then, slowly, the majestic voice sounded again.

With a swish, the faces of those inhuman and inhuman ghosts turned pale, turned around, and disappeared into the ghost street in the form of light and shadow.

The residents on Ghost Street and the wandering souls all looked at them in fear. The fingers in the sky, the monster that shattered into light spots and dissipated, and the majestic voice all made them panic.

— Could it be that this ghost street has been taken over by someone? !

At this time, the policeman of Ghost Street shouted loudly, "A new notice has been issued! Everyone, come and see!"

The residents and wandering spirits rushed over in a flash.

"Let me see what the notice says!"

"So this is ah!"

"Ah? What? What the hell is it?"

"Our ghost street was used by restless guys! They even brought mortals to ghost street, and bought our ghost street's breath-shielding rune, as well as our ghost street resident certificate! Shit!"

"Damn it! It's not harming us! These things are mixed in, but it will affect our car transportation in Ghost Street!"

"That's right! No wonder City God is so angry!"

"But... that finger just now was..."

"Hush! That's not what we can talk about."

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On the ghost street, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang who hurried into the ghost street looked at each other, Bai Wuchang's face was livid, "What the hell is Gu Youjing doing! How dare he kill the demon cultivator!"

"It's not Gu Youjing." Hei Wuchang's voice was a little hoarse, Gu Youjing didn't have such a strong coercion, nor would he be so ruthless.No, the word "ruthless" is not quite right, it's like looking down on the ants on the ground from above - indifference.

Yes, indifference.That's God only on high, no, or not just in heaven.

Hei Wuchang clasped Bai Wuchang's hand, not letting him take another step forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaobai, from today onwards, we can no longer interfere with the ghost street."

Bai Wuchang turned his head to look at Hei Wuchang in confusion, "But... some of the souls in the underworld who cannot be reincarnated for the time being are arranged in Ghost Street, what can we do?"

"Those are business matters, and business matters are separate, but other things, including the killing of the demon cultivator just now, are not under our control. Understand?" Hei Wuchang said, dragging Bai Wuchang, and immediately turned and left.

"Ah?" Bai Wuchang was still at a loss, what the hell is going on!

At this time, Ji Jingrui on the tall building slowly opened his eyes, retracted his consciousness, and thought indifferently, Hei Wuchang is quite clever.

What he did today was to warn those who dared to play ghosts!For example, the black impermanence that represents the underworld, for example, the demon that represents the ghosts, the ghost street was built by Jing Gong, pity the wandering ghosts in the world and have nowhere to go, so that they can have a temporary shelter and wait with peace of mind. Reincarnation, so as not to suffer from the sun and wandering.But I didn't expect that when the ghost street was built, those greedy people would come to plan for the ghost street. The underworld is fine. The so-called gods!

Take this opportunity to warn!Of course, this is not enough, Ji Jingrui turned around slowly, looked at Wang Xuebin who had come back and knelt down respectfully, and said, "Go back, Jinping District is also very lively now, if there are people who don't know what to do, what should you do?" How to do it." Ji Jingrui said, raised his hand and threw a few pieces of yellow paper, "These spells are enough for you."

"Yes!" Wang Xuebin stepped back respectfully.

Seeing Wang Xuebin leave, Ji Jingrui teleported directly to the deepest part of Huangquan.

At the beginning of the chaos, Huangquan was born, and after the reincarnation of the twelve ancestor witches, the underworld was born.However, no matter whether they are saints or ancestral witches incarnated in reincarnation, none of them can withstand the depths of the underworld.

Only he was trapped under the Nine Nethers. In order to escape the Nine Nethers, he endured the pain of his soul body being washed away by the Nine Nethers River over and over again, and explored again and again with his spiritual sense, and finally found the end of the underworld——

This is a silent and dark world that you can't imagine.But in this darkness there is light.

The light spot stopped quietly, stopping on the white lotus flower.The soft and moist light is centered on the lotus flower, and slowly radiates out, circle by circle, just like the ripples in the lake.

Ji Jingrui was in a mess, even if he recovered almost [-]% of his strength now, he still couldn't cross the Yellow Spring unscathed. The closer he got to the end of the Yellow Spring, the more bitterly cold the water of the Yellow Spring became.It wasn't until he stepped into the end of this cold Huangquan that the warm light emanating from the lotus slowly dispelled the cold aura in his body.

Gazing at the white lotus, Ji Jingrui's expression contained uncontrollable pain and hatred. He still remembered that when he first entered here with his spiritual sense, what he saw with his own eyes almost broke his mind.Right here, on the white lotus, Jing or the body of the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch slowly dissipated, turning into this spot of light and merging into the yellow spring water!

At that time, he suddenly understood why the Yellow Spring Water is so cold, but it can keep the soul alive, and why this Yellow Spring Water can make the soul get rid of the filth and re-enter the samsara cleanly!It's all because of Jing, the thirteen ancestral witches who have the divine power to recover from the initial chaos, and the last incarnation of Pangu's soul!

So, when Tiandao calculated the scene to become his marriage, was he also calculating the scene? !

Therefore, when Jing was pushed into the hell volcano by him, Jing's soul was rescued by the Twelve Ancestral Witches and brought back into reincarnation, but Jing's body was pressed here by the way of heaven, slowly melting, and slowly merging into the yellow spring water ...

What is the most painful thing than watching the person you love dissipate bit by bit?What is the punishment under Jiuyou compared to?

Since then, like self-torture, after accumulating a certain amount of spiritual power, he would always expand his spiritual consciousness to explore here, looking at Jing, knowing that Jing's soul is no longer here, but he still couldn't help but try hard to extend his spiritual consciousness, Even if Huangquanshui cuts down his soul like a knife and axe!

Staring fixedly at the white lotus, Ji Jingrui slowly stretched out his hand. This white lotus is the last spirit treasure born in the chaos, and it is the source of the yellow spring water. If this spirit treasure recognizes its owner, it means that Huang Quan recognized the master.So, who dares to make a decision on the ghost street above the underworld?

From the palm of Ji Jingrui's outstretched hand, golden light rose slowly, and the golden light slowly floated towards the white lotus. Just when the golden light was about to touch the white lotus, an old voice suddenly sounded: "A saint must not do this."

Ji Jingrui withdrew his hand, frowned and looked at the old man in red robe who suddenly appeared in this space, "The King of Wheels?"

"The wheel-turning king has seen a saint." The wheel-turning king bowed his hands and looked at the white lotus. Seeing that the white lotus was in good condition, he was relieved, with a kind smile on his face, "Holy man, this white lotus is the root of the underworld. , the saint must not touch it. Otherwise, the underworld will disappear, the underworld will be in chaos, and the three realms will be robbed."

Ji Jingrui looked at the King of the Wheel with a calm expression, "So what?"

The Wheel-Running King looked at Ji Jingrui and sighed softly, "Why do saints do this? Lord Chenghuang must not want to do this either."

Ji Jingrui narrowed his eyes and looked at the Wheel-Running King. This Wheel-Running King was the oldest Yan Luo in the Underworld. There was... nothing in the Underworld that he didn't know about.And the strange thing is that his eyes can't see through the real body of the Wheel-Running King!He can see through Qingqiu and Yan Jun's real body at a glance, but he can't see through the Wheel-Turning King.As for the end of the underworld, I am afraid that only he can find it in the world, but can the Wheel-Turning King appear here to stop him?

"The Wheel-Running King, you just recognize the Lord, it won't disappear." Ji Jingrui lightly changed the topic, and said calmly, but his deep eyes were fixed on the Wheel-Running King.

The Wheel-Turning King sighed, "Saint, I know you hate the prehistoric things, but, even if it is calculated by the heavens, if you are not fighting for life, the Thirteen Ancestral Witches will not die tragically."

Ji Jingrui's complexion changed, and his aura suddenly became violent and manic. The prehistoric matter is a taboo that he cannot mention!

But Zhuanlun Wang seemed not afraid, and still sighed and said, "You find that even the tragic death of the thirteen ancestor witches can't relieve your doom, so you count the reincarnated thirteen ancestor witches and let the thirteen ancestor witches commit the crime of killing lives , completely cut off his chance of returning to cultivating immortality, all of these are calculated by heaven, or are you choosing yourself?"

Ji Jingrui's fists were tightly clenched, and his breath suddenly turned cold, as if all the violence and arrogance just now had been subdued, but the coercion of the space was getting heavier and heavier, and the ruddy face of the Wheel-Running King turned pale.

But even so, Zhuanlun Wang still said slowly, "There is only one thing that Heaven has done, and that is to form a marriage between you and the thirteen ancestor witches! There are various things to do in the future, killing the ancestor witch, Breaking the chance is what you do, and the ancestor witch... the thirteenth ancestor witch is worthy of Pan Gu's soul. The choice he made was to cut off the cause and effect with you. You can't hate, and you shouldn't bear it. The battle of the prehistoric , The twelve ancestor witches turned into reincarnation, and the thirteen ancestor witches merged into the underworld. Obtaining only their bodies, the souls of the twelve ancestor witches merged into the foundation of the underworld was their own choice, and the soul of the thirteen ancestor witches also wanted to blend into the white Among the lotus flowers, only the white lotus refused. Although it has never recognized its owner, the source of the underworld—the white lotus has chosen to melt its flower heart into the soul of the thirteen ancestor witches. Protect the reincarnation of the thirteen ancestor witches, and be safe All ages." When it came to the last four words, the wheel runner stopped every word.

When Ji Jingrui heard this, his clenched fists slowly loosened.

"Saint, everything in the past has been dreamy and unreal, it's time to let go." Seeing that Ji Jingrui's expression was no longer so frozen, and the coercion in the space suddenly decreased, he hurriedly comforted him.

Ji Jingrui turned indifferently, turned his back to the King of the Wheel, looked at the Huangquan water in the rushing darkness, recalled the past, his consciousness was immersed in the Huangquan, it was icy cold and painful, but because the Huangquan was fused with Jing's flesh and blood, the bottom of his heart There is a subtle sense of satisfaction, as if he has never been separated from Jing.

"You said that the flower heart of this white lotus has merged with Jing's primordial spirit?"

"Yes."

"That's good." Ji Jingrui said in a low voice. In this way, it is equivalent to that the Underworld belongs to Jing, not to mention the ghost street on the Underworld.

Seeing Ji Jingrui's back slowly disappearing, the Wheel-Running King let out a long sigh and shook his head, why bother?What's wrong with the saint?It has been nearly ten thousand years since the prehistoric era, how many prehistoric powers have fallen, those who have fallen, those who have disappeared, the saints have already jumped out of the way of heaven, so why bother to cling to the old things of ten thousand years ago?Why bother to stick to the Thirteen Patriarchal Witches?

Gu Youjing gnawed on the chicken wings while walking leisurely on the street.

Oh, there is no Xiaorui whispering beside him, he eats Uncle Mai if he wants to eat Uncle Mai, and Grandpa Ken if he wants to eat Grandpa Ken, well, he is really happy, but why hasn't Xiaorui come back yet?Is the ghost street thing troublesome?With Xiaorui's ability, no matter how troublesome things are, he can handle them, right?Gu Youjing scratched his head, he felt that everything in Ghost Street was fine, at least there was no evil aura.

Therefore, Gu Youjing shrugged his shoulders, and continued to nibble on the chicken wings cheerfully, while wandering in the street, watching how those marked people ran for their lives in a hurry.

"Save me! Save me!"

A middle-aged man was biting his own skin and screaming in despair. The old Taoist behind him hurriedly followed, chanting spells non-stop, but they were all blocked by the evil spirits. , Hundreds of innocent souls gnawed at his soul body frantically.

Gu Youjing paused, watching the middle-aged man struggling in vain, looking at the dirt and bricks on the body of those innocent souls, Gu Youjing was silent, this middle-aged man must be a builder, and he also specializes in building tofu dregs The builders of the project...