A squeamish bag can defeat a hundred [quick travel]

Chu Bohong held Ji Qing in his arms and pushed open the next trial door. A majestic and magnificent hall appeared in front of him. Dozens of white jade pillars carved with Rakshasa ghosts were erected in the hall. The three monks each found one. Zhu Zi, sitting on the ground next to him, looked up at Chu Bohong when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Ji Qing sticks out his small head and scans these monks lazily.

The cultivator at the transformation stage sitting on the far left was the first black-faced cultivator to enter the lineage. At this moment, he was sullen, observing Chu Bohong with eagle-like eyes.

Chu Bohong looked at the black-faced monk calmly, and then the black-faced monk looked away first, hugged the long sword and closed his eyes to rest.

Sitting in the middle is a beautiful woman in pink palace attire. She is a Nascent Soul cultivator. She is curiously looking at Chu Bohong, who is a fellow practitioner with her. When her gaze falls on Ji Qing, the female cultivator His eyes lit up, and he looked at Ji Qing with great interest.

Ji Qing turned his head indifferently, and looked at the cultivator at the stage of transformation on the far right with a particularly cold look.

It was a handsome middle-aged man. He was wearing the costume of an elder of the Spirit Sword Sect. He looked at Chu Bohong in astonishment, "Chu Bohong?!"

Chu Bohong said expressionlessly: "Elder Li." His voice was as cold as ice: "No, it should be called Daoyou Li."

Li Taiqing murmured in disbelief: "How could you be at the Nascent Soul stage?!" A month ago, Chu Bohong was still a mortal without any cultivation.

Even if it is a talent of heaven, it will take 100 years to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage.

But Chu Bohong only spent a month?!

Li Taiqing was in a trance.

A Nascent Soul cultivator placed in a small sect is an elder or even the head of the sect. Even in the Spirit Sword Sect, he can become an elder of an outer sect.

If Chu Bohong, the abandoned disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, became a Nascent Soul cultivator in just one month, then the Spirit Sword Sect would become the laughing stock of the entire immortal cultivating world!

The female cultivator in palace costumes at the side was very curious about the entanglement between Chu Bohong and Li Taiqing, a pair of beautiful eyes flicked back and forth between Chu Bohong and Li Taiqing, and then the female cultivator in palace costumes saw Ji Qing, and she smiled at Ji Qing After blinking, Ji Qing looked back indifferently.

The female cultivator in the palace costume was not annoyed, she looked at Ji Qing with a stinky face, her eyes were all friendly, and she seemed to want to lick the cat very much.

Humans with fish lips are always impressed by my beauty.

Ji Qing poked Chu Bohong with his small paw, Chu Bohong looked at Ji Qing with puzzled eyes, and saw the kitten in his arms rubbing against him, with sparkling blue eyes.

Don't worry, shit shoveler, the person I love the most will always be you~

Ji Qing expresses her love with her eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chu Bohong's lips. He gently rubbed Ji Qing's little head, picked up another pillar, and sat cross-legged like those monks.

When Chu Bohong sat down, a line of characters appeared in the center of the hall.

"Evil ghosts are born, the world is in catastrophe, the heavens are unkind, and the lives of the people are ruined."

"I hope you can promote the good and punish the evil, and save the common people from the fire and water. Those with the highest merit can pass the test!"

"Xumi Illusion! Open!"

A dazzling golden light erupted in the center of the hall, all the pillars in the hall were shattered, and countless rakshasa ghosts crawled out of it, and they were involved in the golden light together with the four monks!

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The gates of the underworld are wide open, the Rakshasa from the world of lust is mixed into the human world, the way of hungry ghosts and Shura leads directly to the human world, and the ghosts on the banks of the Wangchuan River are like a sea, rushing up Huangquan Road and heading straight to the human world!

When the gate of hell opened, a golden light descended from the sky, bringing four monks into the world.

After the black-faced monk landed, he turned and left without greeting anyone.

Li Taiqing looked at Chu Bohong with a complicated expression, and also chose a direction to turn and leave.

Only the female cultivator of palace costumes and Chu Bohong were left, as well as Ji Qing, who had received much attention from them.

Nestled in Chu Bohong's arms, Ji Qing took a slow look at the female cultivator in palace costume who was hesitant to speak, and felt that the other party must have something to say to Chu Bohong.

Sure enough, the female cultivator in palace attire walked up to Chu Bohong, and said with a smile, "Chu Dao is friendly, and I am Yun Wancai, the elder of the Su Nu Sect." She smiled sweetly, "I want to cooperate with Chu Daoyou."

After hearing this, Chu Bohong didn't immediately refuse or agree. He frowned slightly, and said in silence for a moment: "I've never met Fellow Daoist Yun. Why did Fellow Daoist Yun form an alliance with Chu?"

Yun Wanxi smiled lightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu is really cautious. Could it be that you are afraid that my concubine will kill you?" Her eyes were clear, and she said, "There are three reasons."

"Firstly, I am a weak woman, and I was lucky enough to pass the previous test. It is the limit of my body to reach this level. Winning this level is as difficult as climbing the sky. It is better to go with fellow Daoist Chu. Cooperation, if Fellow Daoist Chu wins, I hope that Fellow Daoist Chu will bring me a concubine in the future, and if Fellow Daoist Chu loses, it can be regarded as a good relationship."

Chu Bohong said coldly: "Why didn't Fellow Daoist Yun find someone else, but Chu."

Yun Wancao still had a smile on her face, she said softly, "That's the second."

"The other two seniors are both cultivators in the stage of transforming gods. One is Lei Jiaxun, a casual cultivator, and the other is Li Taiqing, an elder of the Spirit Sword Sect."

"Senior Lei has a withdrawn personality and is used to being alone, so why is he willing to cooperate with my concubine? As for Li Taiqing, he is an elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, and we at the Su Nu Sect have always hated the monks of the Spirit Sword Sect." Yun Wanshe Speaking of the latter, the original smile faded away, and there was undisguised disgust in his eyes.

Seeing Chu Bohong's confused gaze, Yun Wan said: "Friend Chu Daoist doesn't know that Ye Hongyi, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, chose to kill his wife to prove the way in order to practice the ruthless way, and his wife is our plain girl. Zong's Supreme Elder."

"The monks of the Spirit Sword Sect are all virtuous people!" Yun Wancai looked at Chu Bohong and said, "And Fellow Daoist Chu also seems to hate the Spirit Sword Sect. An enemy's enemy is a friend."

Chu Bohong touched Ji Qing with downcast eyes, and said softly: "You are right about one thing. The monks of the Spirit Sword Sect are all virtuous."

Yun Wanxi looked at Ji Qing with beautiful eyes, and said with a smile: "The third thing is that I love these beautiful spiritual pets the most in my life, and I can't move my eyes when I look at this little cat in Chu Daoyou's arms." opened."

Sure enough, it was another human who was fascinated by my beauty.

Bewitching Face Confused Country♂Little Cat♀ Ji Qing thought so.

"No, he is not my spiritual pet." Chu Bohong stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Ji Qing's little head, and said softly, "He is my friend."

what--

Hate! Is it a blue pot friend?!

Ji Qing covered her face with her small paws, and shyly washed her face with a cat. After washing her face, she pounced on Chu Bohong and gave Chu Bohong a mouthful, then collapsed in Chu Bohong's arms as if nothing had happened.

"I also want such a friend." Yun Wan looked at Ji Qing anxiously, her desire to touch Ji Qing was beyond words.

However, the cold kitten will not be touched by humans except the shit shoveler.

And the stingy, jealous, shit-shoveling officer is even more reluctant to let others touch his kitten.

So Yun Wancao could only watch helplessly from the sidelines, watching Chu Bohong stroking the cat happily.

"Human flesh...human flesh..." An eating disorder ghost suddenly appeared, it looked at Chu Bohong and Yun Wanhao with glare, its swollen face distorted due to appetite.

Yun Wanhao frowned slightly, she held the jade-headed sword chosen by Wanjiange, and swung it at the eating-impaired ghost. The light blue spiritual energy floated on the sword, splitting the eating-impaired ghost in half.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, what are you going to do now?" Yun Wancao asked.

"The requirement of the trial is to obtain merit. What do fellow Taoist Yun think can have the highest merit?" Chu Bohong asked instead of answering directly.

"Create a sect." Yun Wancao expressed his thoughts, "In this troubled world, let those mortals join the sect and teach them how to protect themselves."

Chu Bohong lowered his eyes, slowly stroking Ji Qing, and said, "Friend Daoist Yun probably has never established a sect in the mortal world." He raised his eyes, his pupils were deep, "The mortal world is no better than the world of cultivating immortals, it has spiritual roots. The rarity of the author is even rarer than one in a million."

"A mortal who can't practice is undoubtedly a dead end when confronted with evil spirits. No matter how much time and energy you spend, fellow Taoist Yun, it will be nothing." Chu Bohong said slowly.

Yun Wanhuo frowned, she had never been to the mortal world, and she didn't know that people with spiritual roots in the mortal world were so rare.

"Then what is Daoist Chu thinking?" Yun Wan asked humbly.

Chu Bohong's hand was slowly stroking the smooth fur. Strange to say, there were a lot of things in his mind, as if someone had told him.

"Do you know the flood dragon that soared by the power of faith thousands of years ago?" Chu Bohong said.

"Chu Daoyou mean to absorb the power of faith of these mortals, become stronger, and then kill more rakshasa ghosts?" Yun Wanxi shook her head and said: "This idea is good, but only demon cultivators can do it." Practicing with the power of faith, we humans can't do it."

Chu Bohong pinched Ji Qing's paw with his hand, his dark eyes were as gentle as a deep pool surrounded by thick fog, "Ji Qing, are you willing to help us save the common people in the world?"

Ji Qing, who had been nestled in Chu Bohong's arms all this time, yawned lazily, her blue eyes were extremely moist, and under Yun Wancao's stunned gaze, Ji Qing asked sweetly and softly: "Save the common people? Do you have any small fish?"

Chu Bohong raised Ji Qing's paw, put it on his lips and kissed it, and he vowed, "Yes, it's enough."