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The city is wide open, and the wide road is covered with a red carpet woven with flowers from the other side. No one walks without ghosts, which is obviously reserved for distinguished guests.

When Zisang Junyan walked up, all the ghosts in the city cast their eyes on him.

The ghostly vocal music stopped for a moment, and then resumed quickly and cheerfully.

This joy is like a mask, shadowy and eerie.

Ye Tan sat on Zisang Junyan's shoulder and looked over, all he could see were distorted faces, some grandiosely smiling with tears of blood dripping down his face, and some faces hidden behind ferocious or bewitching or gentle and pale masks.

Looking up, the sky is high and covered with dark and red clouds, crows are singing and fluttering their wings, and the gray and white monument above the city is inscribed: City of Death in vain.

Zisang Junyan has no distractions, just like walking on the road of Huangquan alone, ignoring everything, walking calmly on this road in the city full of ghosts.

The avenue red carpet leads all the way to the city lord's mansion.

The majestic and cold building seems to be made of white bones, eerie, terrifying and solemn.

In front of the city lord's mansion, there are countless hellish ghost cultivators.

At the very front, a man with a calm face, with a blue face and deep frown, was the first to stand out, and bowed his hands to Zi Sang Junyan, neither humble nor overbearing: "Welcome to the lord."

All ghost cultivators saluted together: "Welcome to the lord."

Standing in front of them, Zisang Junyan, who was dressed in black clothes and had no emotion, looked more like the master of this world than they did: "No need."

All the ghosts looked at each other after finishing the ceremony: "We have prepared the banquet to clean up the dust for the lord. Please—"

The red umbrella tilted, and Ye Tan also tilted his head slightly, his eyes were clear and calm, and his expression was empty: so polite?

Tianshu flicked his tail: [That's not being polite, it's a matter of course. 】

Ye Tan: Huh?

[The master here is a higher existence than the Lord of the Ten Directions Palace.You know me, the person whose name is written on the Heavenly Book Order is the person who is about to die.The same is true for the book of life and death in the underworld. If you write your name, you will be the person who will die when the time comes.but--】

Tianshu held back for a moment: [I am bigger than the book of life and death, and every name that appears on it is a big person that is not in the book of life and death.Therefore, the master has a higher status than the master of the ten directions hall in the underworld. 】

Ye Tan was slightly surprised: He also worked part-time as the god of death in the underworld?

Tianshu: [That's not the case.It is difficult to ascend in the current world, some high-level monks will inevitably have the idea of ​​​​the underworld, and refuse to reincarnate, and some have become ghost kings, and the underworld can't do anything about them.At this time, the owner will be asked for help. 】

Yetan: That is to say, those ghost kings who were not able to deal with the underworld in the past sought the help of Sang Junyan, the son of the preacher of the way of heaven.

Tian Shu and You Rongyan: [That's right! 】

There was no emotion on Yetan's face: Then, if the preacher of the Heavenly Dao dies, who should they turn to to help suppress it?

【Why? 】Tianshu widened his eyes.

Zisang Junyan looked calm, his eyes were calm, he was obviously not someone who would like this kind of ostentation, but he followed the Lord silently and walked into the City Lord's Mansion.

"Please take a seat."

Zi Sang Junyan behaved calmly and took his seat at the banquet on the left, instead of taking the main seat vacated by the host.

The city lord of the dead city no longer shirked his excuses, sat down and clapped his hands lightly.

The sound of chime bells and drum music sounded not far away, but there was no musician in sight.

The ghost dancer dragged her long clothes meanderingly, bent down to salute, and tactfully dumped the jade liquid in the pot.

The city lord of the dead city frowned deeply, but raised his wine glass and showed a warm smile: "The lord has come from a long way, please..."

Yetan got off Zisang Junyan's shoulder, changed back to his original size, and sat side by side with him.

Just as the wine bottle was lifted up, it was about to be offered to that respected guest, when it was suddenly picked up by a hand.

The ghost froze his fingers, but did not let go. Instead, he raised his eyes and saw a emerald-colored lake.

The musician's notes suddenly disappeared into the distance, like ethereal Sanskrit sounds, faintly present across the water.

The nectar in the cup gently rippled and rippled, and the sound of the water suddenly became louder.

She didn't know when she fell down and struggled hastily, but there was boundless sea around her.

In the deepest part of the Jiuyou Hell, there is a boundless sea of ​​suffering.

The icy sea water was as dark as blood, but it was like freezing underwater, and translucent water-colored green lotuses bloomed one after another.

Sitting in the boundless ice and snow is a looming figure, dressed in snow and beautiful, with eyes closed and meditating.

Standing pure and pure, his brows and eyes are transcendent and holy, without desires or desires.

Like the bliss of enlightenment and detachment.

The succubus struggled to swim, and suddenly froze at the moment it approached, as if seeing an indescribable horror.

I saw that the man was wrapped with boundless curse-sealed shackles like white vines, and the roots of the shackles were stuck in the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness.

Those snow-colored water lotus flowers are the boundless curse seal shackles.

They seem to be alive, like translucent monsters that are ignorant, invisible, tangible, and soulless, clinging to his side weakly and persistently, with stunning looks, dazed, sluggish, ignorant and sick.

Moment withered and prosperous, open and die.

It seems that one day, it will completely devour the person who closed his eyes and meditated.

But the figure in the water opened his eyes and looked at her quietly: "Thank you."

There is still a banquet in the underworld in front of her, but she just fell into a magic barrier suddenly.

The succubus gave a chill, sobered up instantly, and retracted the hand holding the wine glass as if it had been scalded.

The person in front of him is holding a red umbrella, the more colorful the red clothes, the brighter and purer his eyebrows, like a gentle spring breeze passing through the dark and cold Huangquan.

Not the slightest bit scary.

The ghost's red lips were still trembling slightly, and her whole body was chilling. She was in fear, because she didn't know the true meaning of the great terror.

Just as Ye Tan picked up the wine bottle, a hand suddenly stretched out to cover the mouth of the cup firmly.

The city lord of the dead city raised his brows and waved his hands to the wine-serving ghost: "Go down, no ghosts are allowed to enter without an order from me."

The wine bottle was covered by Zi Sang Junyan's fingers, Ye Tan lowered his eyebrows, and his mood, which was not very interesting, became more and more depressed.

He glanced lightly.

Zisang Junyan looked at the city lord in vain with dark eyes, and said calmly to Yetan: "You can't drink, the wine is poisonous."

Snapped!

The face of the city lord of the dead city changed greatly, the wine bottle flew towards him, smashed the wine cup in his hand, and immediately spilled all over the ground.

The manjusawa on the carpet will dry up when touched with wine.

In an instant, a digital ghost cultivator appeared in the banquet hall out of thin air, ready to fight.

Zisang Junyan's eyes were sharp and calm, and he looked at the city lord of the dead city for a moment: "There may be something wrong with the book of life and death, I want to take a look."

"Sure enough, you are here for the Book of Life and Death, hurry up and report it." The city lord of the City of the Dead stood up with a flick of his sleeves, as if facing a formidable enemy, "Stop him at all costs, we must not let him get the Book of Life and Death!"

Tianshu's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth: [Damn it, you're right, these dead ghosts really want to attack the master! 】

There was no emotion on Yetan's face: You said that he was even more powerful than the Lord of the Shifang Hall before he was alive. There is a difference between human beings and ghosts, so it's okay to occasionally help with business.But once he died, with him in the underworld, where should the Hall Master of the Ten Directions be placed?

He looked at the poisoned wine that was poured on the ground, and if it wasn't for Zisang Junyan, he would have tasted it.

After all, it is the wine used to poison heaven and earth, so it must be unusual.

Maybe it can be so poisonous that he can't bloom.

It's not that he is obsessed with not being a human being, but it's mainly because it's easier to improve his cultivation after turning into a human form, and I'm afraid he will have to open it even if he doesn't want to.

Yetan frowned, and looked at Zisang Junyan lightly.

[It's dangerous, if the master didn't find out early, you almost drank it.What are you thinking, are you thinking that the master is super handsome? 】

Yetan: I was thinking, is it true that he was not sent by Heaven to condemn me on purpose?

【ah? 】Tianshu suspects that he didn't hear clearly.

At this moment, there was a scuffle in the living room of the Banquet in the City of Undeserved Death.

At the center of the storm, Zisang Junyan's eyes were as calm as water. He didn't make any moves, but all the attacks from all directions missed by a hair.

A wave of attacks missed.

Zisang Junyan put his hand on Yetan's shoulder, and said softly, "Let's go."

Ye Tan became smaller again, and was placed firmly on his shoulders.

Zisang Junyan's left hand condensed a black knife, which looked very similar to the dagger held by Ye Tan before that pierced Zisang Junyan's heart.

It's just that this knife is completely black, matte and has no edge. It is about two fingers wide and narrows until the tip of the knife. It is only slightly longer than the palm of your hand.

When all the ghost cultivators saw a weapon in his hand, their expressions suddenly changed, but they gritted their teeth tightly, advancing instead of retreating, and the offensive was fierce again.

Zisang Junyan didn't see them.

No matter how dangerous the battle situation was, he never stopped for a moment. His dark eyes, which were like eternal night, were only silently looking at the city lord of the dead city who was blocked at the back from the beginning to the end.

Those eyes didn't have any cold murderous intent, just a cold, sharp and focused calm, but it caused everyone to feel a deep-seated fear.

The moment they looked at each other, they knew that they were powerless in front of him.

Even if the bones are piled up into mountains and rivers, they will still be crushed and flattened.

The blade was attached to the weapon, flying and swinging countless weapons with ease all the way.

With thousands of murderous intentions in front of him, Yetan, who was sitting on Zisang Junyan's shoulder with an umbrella in his hand, remained steady.

But in the blink of an eye, he had already broken through the siege and walked in front of the city lord of the dead city.

So fast!

The city lord of the dead city was sweating coldly, his pupils slightly dilated.

Zisang Junyan's dark eyes stared into his eyes for a moment, and the hand holding the knife rested on his right shoulder, as if he should have been standing here in the first place.

The already blue face of the city lord of the dead city turned pale.

He has been dead for many years, but he never expected that one day he would face the threat of death again.

Even though he knew that all his strength would not be able to stop this person, he still never expected that he would be defeated so quickly.

He smiled wryly in his heart, if there were no such killing arrays, the man would get up from the banquet seat and walk over, it would have been even slower.

Zi Sang Junyan's face is not cold and cruel, and he never intimidates others with his voice.

At first glance, it gave people a strong sense of sternness and oppression, but it was because that face was too handsome and noble.

As a result, even though his expression was seldom turbulent and his desires were quiet, those black eyes that were as deep as a cold pool already gave people a great sense of oppression.

It's like being alone and helpless, facing the pressing sky, facing the bottomless death like the deep sea.

"The Book of Life and Death," Zisang Junyan said calmly and without emotion, "I'll get it myself."