The ghost cultivator in the East Realm is most afraid of being exposed to the sun and burning the sun.

This is because of ghost cultivation.

The act of eating people's hearts and livers, internal organs, and the kidneys are originally funerals with a strong yin aura. It is okay to dig the tombs of dead people and eat the bones of deceased people. However, some ghost cultivators, who refine living people, often dozens or hundreds of people, are not tolerated by heaven.

When breaking through the realm, once the breath leaks, there will be thunder falling and it will be destroyed.

In broad daylight, the world is bright and bright, and the most restraining ghost cultivator is actually two kinds of auras, water and fire are incompatible.

If those ghost cultivators who accumulate too many evil evil appear under the sun, the state of cultivation that relies on the evil paths condensed by evil spirits will collapse overnight and fail.

But if the realm is higher, those ghost cultivators will change their bodies. The "old body" with extremely strong yin aura will take the blame for the way of heaven. The new body and karma will be cleared. As long as you come back and don't repeat the same mistakes, you can usually walk in the sun. However, if you do not cover up when you take action, you will still suffer from the burning sun.

Liuli Mountain in the East is the forbidden area of ​​the lotus flowers in the holy mountain in the East.

The place is extremely hidden under the wrapping of many formations. It is located at the southernmost part of the eastern territory, backed by 100,000 mountains in the southern border. Ordinary people are completely missing, and only hear their names, so they have no idea of ​​going in and exploring them... As the name suggests, the one living in Liuli Mountain is naturally the great ghost practitioner holding a "Liuli Cup".

Ganlu Han promise.

At the top of Liuli Mountain, the light could not be shined in. A bright red purple cloud flowed inside, like evening, and countless rays of light turned and turned, and finally gathered in Liuli Hall on the top of the mountain.

This hall is decorated in a very luxurious way, exhausting material desires, and luminous pearls are hung on all four corners of the hall.

It was scarlet, and when I looked at it, I felt dizzy.

The name of Liuli Mountain sounds clear, but if you step into it, you will immediately understand that the word Liuli wants to cover it up, but it is just a concealment. A rich smell of blood fills the mountain. The red stream flows on the mountain, and the more it flows, the more sticky it becomes. The entire hill breaks through the glaze of Liuli, and looks like a huge head. Blood flows from the cover of the sky, spreading to all parts of the facial features.

The glazed mountain that looks like a huge head of a monster is swaying on both sides of the mountaintop palace. The flagpole is the two curved horns that are native to the "top of the mountain".

When Han Yue returned from the Northern Territory to slay the demon, the most powerful person in his bag was a python with a cultivation level of seven or eight thousand years. It is said that among the demon kings in the world of the demon clan, he was already invincible. He was almost about to turn into a dragon when he was nearly ten thousand years of cultivation.

After Han made a decision to firmly sit in the position of the number one person in the East, there was such a mountain of Liuli.

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The main hall on the top of the mountain is singing and dancing to the level, with a layer of light veil and tassels flying.

The wine pond, the meat forest, the flowing wine cup and the water.

Since Mr. Ganlu returned from the Northland's return from the Korean appointment to kill demons, there has been no dispute over the position of the first person in the Eastland. Everyone knows that Mr. Ganlu's treasure is a "glazed glass cup".

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Regarding the glass cup, the outside world only knows that this is a treasure of heaven and man that can accommodate the body and absorb cultivation. If it is not contrary to the laws of nature, it is very likely that it will be struck to death by lightning for no reason with the glass cup. In addition, the owner of the porcelain cup is now a famous Han Yue... Just using the meager information revealed by this treasure is enough to make the owner of the Holy Mountain in the Fourth Realm of the Great Sui Dynasty. As long as there is a chance, I believe no one will be unwilling to take this treasure into his hands, play with it for one or two, and observe it for three points.

Mr. Ganlu, transformed into tens of millions and lived in the glass cup.

In the three disasters and four disasters in the East Realm, a wisp of soul was captured by the glass cup. Therefore, even if they walked out of the East Realm and were beaten to the outside world, they were not dead in the true sense.

The glass cup is immortality.

Mountain head.

In the hall, the singing girl's voice was sad and desolate, and her voice was as quiet as a hiss.

"The east wind blows at night...the flowers and trees..."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves...the light of the jade pot turns...the fish and dragon dance overnight..."

A veil was hanging outside the main hall door.

On the other side of the gauze curtain.

A thin and majestic figure of a man sat upright at the highest point of the hall. His shadow was dragging very long. Some people raised their glasses for him, some peeled the red grape pickles for him, and some carried the fruit plate and flowed past like running water.

His Highness was filled with figures, men and women were apart, noisy, talking and laughing, but they could not cover the low and hoarse singing... The singing was very small, but it drowned all the conversation.

Devils danced around.

The veil of the main hall is raised.

The man in the center of the hall showed his figure. Compared to those under the seat who were runny and laughing, he was more like the only living "person" in the hall. Sitting on an iron stance that only the "emperor" could sit on, he was wearing a thin white scholar shirt, with clear and bright eyes.

The reason why he is said to be more like a "living person".

It is because inside the hall, there is blood red, the pillars supporting beams and the clothes of the "guests" under the seat are all red.

The maid swayed on both sides, with a phoenix crown and a red robe, and her lips were bright red.

The bead curtain covering the cheek was blown up by the wind, and the beauty of the city was seen. The two maids were all great beauties selected from thousands of miles away. Unfortunately, they were beautiful and had no soul. The two beauties had no blood on their faces. The slight gaze after the bead curtain was lifted up was delicate, as if they were looking at their lover, staring at the white-shirted scholar in front of the hall with sincerity.

The two slowly waved the fan, and the red wedding dress fell to their wrists, and their skin was better than snow. You could even see scarlet snakes bulging out. In terms of this amazing posture, they were definitely not like humble maids, but more like the bride who wanted to marry the wish-fulfilled husband during their wedding day.

There were singing everywhere in the hall.

The next moment.

All of this was smashed by the sound of the bead curtain breaking.

A long rainbow crashed into the hall, and the white gauze curtain was torn apart by the sword energy. Two figures, one old and one young, were already standing in the center of the hall, with a snow-white gully behind it, and was plowed over by the sword energy.

A white light followed behind the old man, and a crisp sound of returning to the sheath.

Wherever the two passed, the fragments of the gauze curtain frozen into ice and fell down. The mountain roads that were trampled on the mountain behind them were covered with frost and snow. The blood stream surged up and condensed into sharp ice slags.

The cold wind was blowing everywhere in the hall. Several dancers who were leaning over were directly penetrated by two figures of old and young, like a collision between souls and flesh, so they were not broken. Instead, they maintained a posture of lowering their waists, with a layer of green frost on their lips. The moment the sword weapon hit the scabbard on the side of the old sword fairy's waist, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, and with a "click", it exploded into snow-white powder flying all over the sky.

The hall was silent.

The scholar in the white shirt sitting in the middle of the hall was stunned, sat upright, and silently looked at the two uninvited guests.

The two maids beside him were shaking their slap in the sound of the broken bead curtains on their cheeks falling to the ground, revealing two pity-wrenching looks.

The guests under the seat had never been frozen into ice sculptures.

But all the sounds came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Only one voice sounded.

In the hall, the old man in white robe held his hands and looked at the scholar in white robe in the middle of the hall, and asked with a smile: "Who is the number one person in the East?"

There is only this sound.

Who is the number one person in the East?

The ones sitting under the hall were all guests, and the one sitting on the iron pedestal... was naturally the master.

The old man asked not the white-shirted scholar, but everyone in the hall.

The whole house was silent, no one asked questions and answers.

Hundreds of figures were caring about the hall, and after a few short breaths, their faces were covered with a layer of blue frost. The eyes of these people were different, staring at the two figures in the middle of the hall.

Some people are unfamiliar with that young man, some are familiar with him, and some have already recognized him. This is the Shushan "Ning Yi" where the Great Sui Dynasty is at the forefront of the storm.

For that old man... he was full of confusion and fear.

How powerful is the mountain protection array in Liuli Mountain? Only a handful of people who have the ability to defeat the formation with their own strength.

But the old man in white robe came as soon as he said that, and he didn't even react to the formation. He led the young man to break the glaze of glass and came to the top of the mountain hall at lightning.

Even Mr. Ganlu didn't notice it!

Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the Iron Throne in the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Liuli Mountain in the East is enjoying the offerings from the southern border. The most common offerings are the "pure" physical bodies. These physical bodies are naturally collected by Mr. Ganlu Han's request, and then there will be three disasters and four disasters. Finally, they will be the other ghost cultivators who are "fortunate" to join the East Realm Lotus.

There are seven obviously different seats under the white-shirted scholar.

Three disasters and four disasters.

Three disasters are above and four disasters are below.

On the Iron Throne, the scholar in white shirt stood up first without expression.

So the seven great practitioners stood up immediately.

Then there was a whole hall, and all the ghost cultivators stood up together.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, and the sword energy of the old man fell gently, covering his body, so he never felt the evil energy of these ghost cultivators when they stood up. However, just witnessing this scene, hundreds of pale-faced practitioners stood up slowly, and their visual tremors were extremely strong.

In the guest seat of the three disasters and four disasters, three figures looked at him with resentment.

A woman named Taohua once saw at Tiandu Inn. Standing in the seat of Sijie, Taohua was covered with extremely thin cloth, almost unable to cover any part. She had a plump figure, her chest was undulating, and her eyes were staring at her.

The other two eyes came from a young child and a strong man. The young child rode on the shoulders of the strong man, and the two were squeezed into a seat. The identities of these two are not difficult to guess.

I think two Eastern Ghost Cultivators who followed him and his girl all the way through the yellow sand of the desert, and then were killed by Yinjun outside the waterfall in Yangping City.

As for the faces of these three disasters and four disasters, Ning Yi did not remember them at all. These ghost cultivators would change their skins whenever they traveled. They could easily disguise themselves with a touch of skin, and they could not remember them even if they could remember them.

There was a dead silence.

The old man in Xihai was still smiling and looked at the white-shirted scholar in the hall.

The jade beads bounced in the hall and slowly returned to peace.

The scholar in white clothes lowered his body respectfully and bowed to a very ancient etiquette.

"I'm going to make a Korean appointment."

The words have not yet come to an end.

The white-shirt scholar who lowered his body and bowed only halfway through the bow, suddenly twisted his body and was hit by a huge force and flew out suddenly.

A spider web exploded on one side of the hall.

In the center of the spider web, the scholar in white shirt with scarlet cheeks on half of his cheeks slowly slid to the ground.

Three disasters and four disasters were gloomy.

No one saw clearly how the old man in the robe did it or how he took action. From beginning to end, the old man's posture had not changed, and he put his hands together and his sleeves in his arms.
Chapter completed!