Chapter 1809 Chapter 1805 Qian Shi

Three pieces of advice, three times frightened.

The "him" in the first sentence undoubtedly refers to the ancestor of medicine. Perhaps it should also be called "dog skin plaster"?

The ultra-Taoist way of life not only does not eliminate the risk of "seeing ancestors" when all people see ghost ancestors.

On the contrary, the initiative was given to Yao Zu?

"God Ancestor, this is so disgusting."

But thinking about it, Xu Xiaoshou's mind was made up, since Yaozu's choice was Beihuai.

The light of Beihuai is so dazzling. Compared with it, I am just the light of an ant and cannot stand on the stage.

There must be so many people that Yao Zu wants to meet and can meet.

"I'm not necessarily in the first sequence..."

There may be obstacles on the road ahead, and unfounded worries will only fetter yourself and make you even more imprisoned. Just keep moving forward.

Xu Xiaoshou temporarily pressed the first piece of advice, but he was still puzzled by what Guizu said next:

"Huachang Deng cannot die, why?"

He was really confused about this.

Not to mention that Hua Changdeng is so powerful that he cannot die easily.

As an ancestor god who might be "seized" by Hua Changdeng, Guizu's advice actually said to "protect him".

Is my ghost brother so stupid?

He doesn’t understand the principle of raising tigers to cause trouble?

Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to take out the Death Scythe, forcefully summon the ghost ancestor's consciousness, and ask him if his head was kicked by a donkey.

He really found the Death Scythe.

This sickle is so exquisite and its power is so pure.

Although the shadow staff of the ancestor of the time was given to me with hatred, it was the power of the ancestor of the time to protect myself.

The Death Scythe should be equal to it, or even better than it.

After all, Xu Xiaoshou can even perceive the ghost ancestor's "reincarnation" on it. It only takes some time, is it not difficult to master?

But I searched for Gui Zu's consciousness for a while, but to no avail.

This sickle is just a sickle, this thing is just an object, it is full of spirituality, but there is not even a hint of spiritual wisdom, and there are even some signs of inhibiting the formation of "life".

"I was also afraid of becoming Yaozu's back-up, so I only gave him strength, but he didn't dare to give him wisdom or vitality..." Xu Xiaoshou thought thoughtfully.

Since he couldn't get any detailed advice, he could only give it up and think about it, maybe he could get some advice from the Eight Masters later.

Then, he thought about the third piece of advice: don't start.

This is very depressing!

"Brother Ghost, your advice comes a little late..."

…

The realm of Emperor Qianshi.

Everyone died, which made Xu Xiaoshou feel sad.

But there was not much sadness, because the people were divided into two early, and the two roads went hand in hand. When half went into mourning, the other half went to Qianshi.

It's equivalent to everyone still alive.

And at that time, in order to prevent the two halves of Jin people from being traced back to each other, the connection between Jin people and Jin people was completely severed.

Every half of the people have only a single line of contact with the deity.

Therefore, the people who are in the Qianshi Emperor Realm are in the "active shielding" state and are not aware of everything that happens to the people who are in the Ming Ming Emperor Realm.

Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to tell the story of his lamentation to the person who was in Qianshi, because there was a possibility that this person would be caught searching for souls - he was also "actively shielding".

"Qian Shi, you are so beautiful~"

When people are in the realm of Emperor Qianshi, they are still admiring the scenery, and their mood is very beautiful.

It is different from the extravagant style of Tingyu Pavilion in the Han Palace Emperor Realm, and it is also different from the messy battlefield style in the Wurao Emperor Realm.

The realm of Emperor Qianshi is truly a beautiful place!

If you just casually climb up, you will end up in a valley.

The valley is not high, and there are green pines and cypresses. Flowers are blooming at the bottom of the valley. The water is gurgling by the stream. The banks are different and the fish are fearless. They come after people, as if they are begging for food.

"It's so refreshing..."

Breathing the fresh and sweet air between his mouth and nose, Jin Ren killed all the fish that came around him without any ceremony.

Because this may be Tao Qiongcang's eyeliner.

Although he felt that this was just an ordinary fish, the Qianshi Emperor's realm was the lair of Dao Qiong Cang, and any creature with eyes had to be guarded against.

"How could such a beautiful place breed such treacherous and insidious people as a slut?"

Hiking out of the valley, following the stream, we came to a forest lakeside.

There is hazy water vapor on the lake, but it does not blur people's eyes. It only covers the beautiful scenery with a mysterious veil.

It seems as if what is ahead is not a lake, but a river and a sea.

And where the water and the sky meet, and where the stars rise, is the end of the road, which can be heaven and earth.

“It’s so beautiful!”

No one has ever seen such beauty.

There was no sun or moon in the sky of Qianshi. It was a magnificent starry sky made up of numerous stars. The light of the stars replaced the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and it lasted forever.

This is the blessed land of Tao.

Whether it was the valley before or the forest lake at this time, everyone can gain something with every step they take.

He felt that if he just stopped for a moment and sat down cross-legged while looking at such a beautiful scenery, he would be able to gain some enlightenment and perhaps surpass himself.

"If you want to seek the Holy Land, look no further than Qianshi."

He came to such a conclusion, but he did not actually sit down cross-legged to realize the truth.

Because he came to Qianshi with a mission, and no matter what, he would have to pollute at least one memory imprint of Dao Qiongcang in his lair.

"That's bad, why do I just think of business now?"

Jinren slapped his forehead and cursed himself secretly without reminding himself. Is it more important for Jinren to mourn than himself?

He was just about to step out of the wheel and weave the traces of urine from the coquettish old man.

There was a rustling sound among the trees beside the forest lake. Someone stepped on the dead branches and made a sound, which made everyone alert.

"who?"

A rickety figure walked out.

He was an old man with gray hair, a hunched back, carrying a large bundle of firewood, and a small ax with a broken blade on his waist.

"die!"

Jinren only asked one question, and then pointed his sword at him.

There was no way he would let anyone suspected of being Dao Qiongcang come forward to "chat" with him and ruin his plans.

call out!

The sword light flashed across the sky.

Just when they were facing each other, the old man sprained his foot and staggered. The sword light did not pierce his heart, but only tore the ropes tied to the wood on his shoulders.

"Ouch."

The old man cried out in pain and fell to the ground, and the firewood on his back was scattered on the ground.

He simply slumped on the ground as if he was paralyzed, looking at the bloody wound on his shoulder, his face was sad, and he cried out:

"My life is careless and my heart is unpredictable. I am a Taoist in my seventies and have accomplished nothing, but you won't even let this old man go?"

Everyone sneered.

Who can avoid the ten-segment sword finger of a serious old man?

Who can a serious old man express such emotion without being frightened after being attacked?

"The one I'm fighting is a riddle monster like you!"

Jin Ren even gave up thinking about the deep meaning of the old man's words. Since attacking from a distance was not enough, he came forward with his fist and was about to blow the old man's head off with one punch.

"well……"

The old man turned a blind eye, with tears streaming down his face. Before he died, he could only sigh:
To be continued...