Ren Qing glanced at the high platform in the center of the camp.

The foundation of the platform has been laid, and there can be traces of magic being used.

I'm afraid the banned soldiers have tried to observe Qingxu Palace up close, so they should have realized something, so they did not continue to build it for safety reasons.

After Song Zongwu finished speaking, he went to Avici Hell with the banned token. Li Tiangang also frowned and took Sha Shanzi away.

Ren Qing was just about to find a stone house to live in, but Huang Ziwan came over.

The other jailed soldiers have also confirmed that Ren Qing has been promoted to Yin Chai. Thinking of those deeply circulated bad reputations, they dare not come forward to make friends.

The banned soldiers who can come out of the stomach not only need to take regular dust to suppress alienation, but also inevitably become strange in nature.

Not to mention that Ren Qing can transform into a giant wolf dozens of meters, easily tearing up weird things with his hands, which can be described as a sentence that is alienated and out of control...

Ren Qing is obviously no different from ordinary people, but in their eyes, he is already comparable to the water hyacinth.

Huang Ziwan's expression was complicated. Not long ago, he was complacent about his second change in promotion, but now he feels nothing is wrong.

"Brother Ren, you... really... don't know how to describe it."

Ren Qing smiled and shook his head, asked with his arms around and said, "Can you go to have a drink?"

"Go for a walk."

The two entered the camp one by one, and then arrived at the stone house where Huang Ziwan lived. Ren Qing took out several altars of drunkenness and dreams.

Huang Ziwan was overjoyed and couldn't wait to drink it.

The heat generated by the scorching sun suddenly dissipated, and he opened his conversation and began to talk about his experiences incessantly.

Huang Ziwan was still a little envious of Ren Qing's promotion to Yinbian, and sighed: "Brother, I'm afraid I'll stop making a second change, and the alienation of my body and soul is too serious."

A dream appeared on Ren Qing's forehead.

He carefully checked Huang Ziwan inside and outside, and found that as the latter said, it was probably because of alienation that the foundation was damaged.

"Old Huang, you can try to practice another magic, it may be useful."

Huang Ziwan was about to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly he remembered that Ren Qing was already in a mess, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Speak and listen."

Ren Qingren sipped wine: "Your alienation is mainly aimed at flesh and blood and part of the soul, and will not affect the practice of magic involving bones."

"There is a magic trick in the Great Dream Stories Building called the Poison Bone Kung Fu, which is more suitable for you."

"Really fake..."

After Huang Ziwan received a clear answer, he became impatient.

He said farewell in a hurry before he drank, and went to Avici Hell with the token of the ban on his horse, and took away a jar of drunken life and dreaming of death.

Ren Qing shook his head helplessly, guessing that Huang Ziwan's sudden efforts were stimulated by his own situation of chaos.

He simply stayed in the stone house to visualize the magic, waiting for Song Zongwu's reply.

Ren Qing was happy to be idle, but the entire ban on the ban was in trouble, and the news of adding to the silence shocked everyone.

After those ignorant soldiers who didn't know what they learned about Ren Qing's experience, they couldn't believe that anyone could be promoted to Yinchao within a few years.

On the contrary, Lin Cheng and others were relatively calm and their expressions seemed to be justified.

The jailers could also vaguely see the arrival of the great struggle.

Since Ksitigarbha’s soul summoned, not only has Dameng Zhenren been promoted to the Yang Shen Realm, but the number of Yin Disaster Realm has also been increasing.

If it were before, there might be a secret situation in twenty or thirty years.

It is said that Song Zong Wuye has laid the foundation for the perfect path of Yin Cang, and he may reach out to step over at any time.

The storm caused by Ren Qing became more and more intense, and even caused several complete cultivators who had lost their energy to apply for seclusion to break through the bottleneck.

Just as the banned soldiers were discussing whether the pattern would change, the Yin Clan was summoned by Dameng Zhenren.

Ren Qing came to Avici Hell to look at the Dream Tree from afar, as if the trunks had become thicker.

But there is no one in the ghost market.

The fog closed the road to the ghost market, causing more than a dozen prison guards to stand under the bottom of the tree to look at each other, and they couldn't figure out the situation at all.

The middle-aged banned soldier weighed the blood crystal in his hand. He was about to buy a cauldron and died of drunkenness, but he was driven out of the ghost market and came here in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qiu mixed in the crowd, waved his hand and said, "I guess it's because Dameng Zhenren has something to do, let's come back tomorrow."

"That's all..."

They were planning to leave, but suddenly a Taoist figure stepped on the ground and rushed straight to the ghost market. Looking closely, it was Song Zongwu with four arms.

Then Li Tiangang flew over on paper and brought Sha Shanzi with him with a bitter face.

Sha Shanzi looked around.

"I'm afraid it's not hell on earth."

Weird fungus trees grow on the ground, and the rocky soil is fleshy and fleshy. The more you look at it, the more you feel inexplicably familiar.

I seem to have been in a similar environment, but I just can't remember it clearly.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiu couldn't help but murmured to himself: "What's the situation in the ban on the ban? Why did Yin Clan gather in the ghost market?!!"

The low crow's chirping sounded, and the mortise fell on the branches of the dream tree in just a few breaths.

His claws were still clutching the head in the can.

Not long after, countless vines rolled in like waves, and finally sent the half-human and half-plant wood to the ghost market.

The white girl followed closely behind with her flying sword.

Her appearance did not change much, but the flying sword under her feet had flesh and blood, and her mouth was dripping with saliva.

Fei Jian's blood-red eyes stared at the imperial guards. If Miss Bai hadn't forced control, she would have rushed into the crowd.

Zhang Qiu's breathing became heavier, and then he was patted on his shoulder.

"Borrowed."

Zhang Qiu quickly turned around and looked, Ren Qing had already walked into the fog and disappeared.

His mind was still at the shocking glance just now. Seeing the mysterious pattern formed by the double pupils in Ren Qing's eyes, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It was not until the noisy sound of the surrounding ban soldiers woke Zhang Qiu up.

Zhang Qiu knew that the current ban on the ban on the jail hall was about to change. It may be destined to be magnificent from the beginning of stepping into the water.

I just don’t know what role Ren Qing will play in it.

All the buildings in Guicheng have closed doors, but Dameng Pavilion is open, and you can see the twisted light and shadow in the interior.

Yin Chai gathered in front of the gate of Dameng Pavilion.

Ren Qing's arrival made the atmosphere awkward. After all, the other evil situations were not ready for the former to be promoted.

Mu Yi greeted Ren Qing, and his mind became more gentle.

Miss Bai has been suppressing the flying sword, and if she is not careful, she will hurt herself.

"Ahem."

Li Tiangang coughed a few times, and broke the silence first and said, "Let's go in first, it's not good to let Dameng Zhenren wait for a long time."

Everyone then set out to walk into the Dameng Pavilion. The counters they originally placed were gone and turned into decorations similar to teahouses.

The body of the Monarch began to shrink, like an ordinary crow.

Perhaps because he felt that the image of a tramp was embarrassing, he couldn't help but say angrily: "What do you think? I have been practicing for hundreds of years, so how could I not have any change skills?"

"Yes, Ren Qing?"

"Yes, yes, senior Monarch please sit down."

Ren Qing nodded with a wry smile and answered, deliberately sitting next to Song Zongwu.

Sha Shanzi was the most frightened. As a martial artist who had just entered the world, he felt that life was worse than death among a group of strange situations.

As soon as everyone became alive, before they could talk a few words, the light and shadow of Dameng Zhenren had arrived.

Dameng Zhenren stretched out his fingers and a few cups of tea were added to the table, and a faint tea fragrance spread.

Ren Qing looked at the tea, and first of all, it must be transformed from a dream, but it is difficult to distinguish.

Li Tiangang sorted out his thoughts for a moment, then said, "Thanks to Ren Qing, we can figure out the situation of Shui Ze."

"You can read it roughly."

When Sha Shanzi heard this, his dark face turned pale.

Li Tiangang grabbed his head and twisted it, his neck broke, and then his head turned into a book full of memories.

Sha Shanzi was obviously still alive, but her body couldn't help but tremble. It was really not an interesting experience to turn her head into books.

Li Tiangang handed the book to Song Zongwu, and they began to read each other.

Dameng Zhenren had already learned from Li Tiangang in advance, but was just standing aside and waiting quietly, without seeing any emotional fluctuations.
To be continued...