This person is too murderous

In the vast dense forest, Jiang Daoming and others walked carefully.

"I don't know what happened to the rest of them." Saintess Qinghuang sighed.

"If you are careful, nothing will happen." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "It's enough to restrain your greed."

"Control your greed?" Monk Shiming clasped his hands together: "Master, not everyone is like you."

"Palace Master, you are really more of a monk than a monk." Li Xuanqing sighed softly: "The true desireless person, I'm afraid I am talking about the Palace Master."

"The master of this palace seeks the pinnacle of martial arts and justice in the world." Jiang Daoming said calmly.

"What about other than that?" Saintess Qinghuang asked.

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "No, Wu Zhijing is enough for this palace master to pursue for a lifetime."

The Holy Maiden of the Qinghuang opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

What is the difference between this and having no desires or desires?

No wonder, Huanxi Dao can suppress it and survive it, and there is no other person in the world.

"Amitabha." Monk Shiming proclaimed the Buddha's name: "I really hope that the master of the palace can meet a woman who is attracted to him and let this Buddha watch a good show."

"You are a monk. You should advise me, the master of the palace, to cut off the threads of worries." Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"There are many Buddhist ways, and not every one of them needs to follow strict rules and precepts. Moreover, Buddhas also have their own desires."

Monk Shiming walked and said: "The descendants of Jigong, who drink wine and eat meat every day, rejoice in the great road, and do things of bliss, are all Buddhas."

"But you are not one of these Buddhists." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "What this palace master represents is the law, the laws of the world. If this palace master cannot lead by example, how can we clean up the sins of time?"

"But the laws of the world do not prohibit men from having sex with women." Li Xuanqing said.

"So, the Lord of this palace has not stopped people from falling in love with each other."

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and led them to bypass the restrictions and move forward.

There is no goal, just move forward at will.

"I don't know where the way out is." Li Xuanqing frowned and said: "If we continue like this, we are afraid that we will be trapped in this restricted area of ​​​​humans and gods."

"It's difficult to find a way out now." Monk Shi Ming said solemnly.

"This restricted area for humans and gods is full of restrictions. If you want to contact the rest of the people, you can't."

Saintess Qinghuang's eyes were heavy and she said: "All the sound transmission treasures have failed."

Jiang Daoming said calmly: "Don't Buddhists pay attention to fate? Then just follow fate."

"Ahead..."

Li Xuanqing suddenly paused and said: "Palace Master, stop."

Jiang Daoming's eyes narrowed. A few hundred meters ahead, a gray river flowed in the air. In the river, there were floating black sarcophagi.

Every sarcophagus exudes a strange atmosphere, which is creepy.

Monk Shiming's expression condensed and he quickly looked away: "Don't look at it."

Just looking at the sarcophagus, he actually felt a palpitation in his heart, as if his mind was being absorbed by the sarcophagus.

Gray river, black sarcophagus? Flow silently.

"Do you understand this river and the sarcophagus?" Jiang Daoming looked away and asked.

He also felt a frightening aura from inside the sarcophagus.

"I never understood." Li Xuanqing and Monk Shi Ming shook their heads.

Saint Qinghuang said solemnly: "When we were chasing the First Evil Emperor? The ancestors of the Holy Land had seen this river and called it Huangquan."

"Underworld?" Monk Shi Ming frowned and said, "It's a pity that the ghosts and immortals from the underworld didn't come. What if they came? You should understand."

"This underworld is not a netherworld underworld." Saintess Qinghuang walked forward slowly: "Let's go? If we don't touch it, there will be no danger, and there should be some benefits."

"Benefits?" Jiang Daoming asked curiously, "Can you elaborate?"

"The underworld is a place where dead souls gather, and the underworld here? It is rumored that it hides the secret of resurrection."

The Saint of the Qinghuang said solemnly: "This place is similar to the Corpse Raising Ground, but is it built for the purpose of resurrecting the dead? The Corpse Raising Ground is purely for raising corpses."

"The underworld flows in the forbidden area of ​​​​humans and gods, never falling to the ground? It will never stop."

"The ancestors recorded that Huangquan has a fixed flow route? Even the Golden Immortal can't stop it..."

The Holy Maiden of Qinghuang slowly talked about the sarcophagus in Huangquan, which contained the people Huangquan wanted to resurrect.

Wherever the underworld passes, some vitality will be left behind. When it flows, any elixir accidentally carried from other places will fall down as the underworld flows.

As the Holy Maiden of the Qinghuang narrated, the four of them had arrived a hundred meters away from the underworld.

Wherever the silent underworld passed, little green lights fell down, and there were also a few fairy medicine plants.

One of them is of heavenly quality!

The four of them didn't move. Now that Huang Quan was still there, rushing to pick up the elixir was no different from seeking death.

The underworld is ten meters wide, but its length is incomprehensible. It is densely covered with dark stone coffins.

In the void, there is an invisible force that is absorbed by Huangquan.

Jiang Daoming closed his eyes to sense, but he couldn't detect where the invisible power came from, and it was blocked by the restriction.

"That's..."

Li Xuanqing's expression changed and he said in shock: "The genius of the ancient region?"

"Is that the genius of the southern region?"

Monk Shiming's expression also changed, and Saint Qinghuang's eyes were solemn without saying a word.

Jiang Daoming opened his eyes and looked at the underworld. Two corpses were floating in the underworld. Their faces were calm and peaceful. If they were not lifeless, they would have thought they were just sleeping.

These two geniuses were both in the early stages of being immortals, but now they have fallen into the restricted area of ​​humans and gods.

"Come to the restricted area of ​​humans and gods to write a good story?"

Li Xuanqing murmured, now it seems that this is to die.

What good story is this?

They haven't figured out the forbidden area of ​​​​human gods, and now they know that three people have died.

They don't know whether there are any geniuses in other places.

In this forbidden area of ​​​​human gods, if you can't control your greed, there is only one way to die!

Jiang Daoming also restrained himself. He didn't stay in the abyss for long, nor did he dig those hundreds of graves.

"Precious immortal medicine, I don't want it anymore, I just want to get out alive." Monk Shi Ming put his hands together and said, "Big Belly Buddha bless you."

Jiang Daoming's mouth twitched slightly: "Big Belly Buddha?"

"Maitreya." Monk Shi Ming said solemnly, and touched his round belly.

It's really a big belly!

A quarter of an hour later, the Yellow Spring flowed over, and the four walked over. They went to pick up the spiritual medicine, and Jiang Daoming looked at the green light falling on the ground.

The green light was dotted, but it was filled with vitality and power, extremely pure.

The Saint of the Green Emperor collected the green light and said, "This is the vitality left by Huangquan. Collect it and you can make a life-extending elixir after you go out."

"How much life can it extend?" Li Xuanqing asked.

"There is too little vitality here. It can extend life for about fifty years." The Saint of the Green Emperor thought.

"Fifty years is not short." The two nodded, and Li Xuanqing said, "It would be good if we could encounter Huangquan a few more times. Just don't touch Huangquan and wait for the benefits."

"It's a pity for those two guys. They don't know how to restrain themselves. If they want to touch Huangquan, they don't know whether they will live or die." Monk Shi Ming shook his head.

"I really admire the Palace Master..."

Clang

Suddenly, a loud noise came, and a black stone coffin fell from the sky.