Chu Yanqi nodded and smiled, "Just ring!"

Kunlun Nu looked at him and always felt something was wrong, but he still reached out and buckled it on the gong and tapped it down. He originally thought that since this was made of copper, he naturally had a sound when he tapped his fingers.

However, he never expected that when his fingers hit the gong, all the sounds would be swallowed up all at once. This feeling was indescribable.

Kunlun slave didn't believe in evil, so he immediately reached out and pulled it up again. This time, he used a little spiritual power.

But the result was that just now, my fingers hit the gong, and it seemed as if it was dumb, without any sound.

"Kunlun, what's going on?" Luo Jinshe looked strange. Kunlun slaves couldn't even beat a gong, right?

"This gong is very strange." Kunlun Nu said, and handed the gong that looked very ordinary to Luo Jinshe.

"Why is it weird?" Luo Jinshe looked up and happened to see the strange smile on Chu Yanqi's face.

"He just wants to see us joke..." Luo Jinshe thought to himself.

"I'll try!" Luo Yulou said.

Of course, he also didn't ring the Gonggong, which looked very ordinary and did not even have a little fluctuation of spiritual power. Chu Yanqi was so desperate that he didn't laugh. However, he had an extremely strange thought in his heart. Could it be that this gate of hell was set up by his world man? Otherwise, how could he think of using Yin Gong to repel it?

This Yin Luo was still when he was living in Meizhuang and wanted to find trouble with the Yin-Yang Sect, so he did it.

The products of this world are much richer than those on the earth, so it led to him having no prior wish to refine a better Yin Gong on the earth, but it was easily realized here.

Later, the Yin-Yang Sect didn't know what medicine he took wrong, so he actually asked them to repair it. Or they were still afraid of the City of Cangwu. Anyway, he could not use the Yin gong, the Soul-Summoning Banner and other things.

"Master, what is this?" Luo Jinshe decided not to be ashamed to ask. There was no way, he really couldn't handle this very ordinary gong.

"This is called Yin Luo." Chu Yanqi laughed.

"Yin Luo?" Kunlun Nu frowned slightly. Thinking of the records he had seen in ancient books, he felt a little uncomfortable. What secret is hidden in his master who seemed to be sunny and handsome? Yin Luo? According to ancient books, is that something that can drive ghosts?

It is said that after a person dies, in most cases, it naturally means that a person has died, no longer exists, and dissipates between heaven and earth.

However, under specific conditions, some residual bodies will be left to form yin bodies that are completely different from those of the living beings. Even these strange existences will preserve some memories and skills from life. This kind of thing, commonly known as ghosts.

For immortal cultivators, ghosts are really humble and unremarkable. When an ordinary thunder talisman passes, all ghosts will scatter with a bang.

Therefore, immortal cultivators never take ghosts as things in their hearts.

"So many years have passed, and I don't know if there are any ghosts in this place who are willing to cross the river." Chu Yanqi said, stretching out his hand and buckled it on the Yin Gong. Then, Kunlun Nu and Luo Jinshe heard the "dang--" sound.

Chu Yanqi pressed his fingers on the Yin Gong three times in a row, and the Yin Gong sounded three times, and then he stared at the dim river surface.

A minute later, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the river surface.

"Master..." At this time, Kunlun slave suddenly admired Chu Yanqi and whispered, "Here you come!"

"I think so!" Chu Yanqi nodded, glanced at Luo Jinshe, and ordered, "Don't both of you wait."

"Yes!" Kunlun slave honestly agreed, Luo Jinshe didn't dare to say anything. There was a strangeness everywhere in this place, and Chu Yanqi itself seemed to be even more strange than this place.

Soon, a bamboo raft stopped on the shore. On the bamboo raft, a man wearing a black cloak and a black hat on his head stood quietly on it.

"Who is ringing the gong to retaliate?" said the man on the bamboo raft.

Chu Yanqi took a step forward and just looked at him.

The person on the bamboo raft looked at Chu Yanqi for a moment, then said, "Since you know the rules, come up."

"Ha..." Chu Yanqi smiled slightly and walked towards the bamboo raft. However, the bamboo raft was still a distance from the river. He stood on the river bank and said, "Get closer."

"The water is too shallow to be close." The ferryman on the bamboo raft said coldly.

Chu Yanqi smiled coldly. How dare a yin man be so arrogant in front of him? So, he was too lazy to say more. He pointed his finger and a small soul-summoning banner had already appeared.

"What do you want to do?" The ferryman was frightened to death when he saw the black soul-summoning banner floating in the void. How could the monks in this place understand this thing?

"I'm not an immortal cultivator!" Chu Yanqi sneered, "So, this distance is too far for me. If you don't want to bring the bamboo raft closer, then let you come over and carry me over."

"This place was set up by the Demon Emperor, and we only follow the decree of the Demon Emperor." Although the ferryman was afraid, he still said.

"I don't know what kind of demon emperor, I only know my principles!" While Chu Yanqi was speaking, his fingers formed complicated knots, and then a black lightning shot out from the soul-summoning banner and slashed straight onto the bamboo raft.

"No..." The ferryman felt his soul unstable in an instant, and almost flew towards the soul-summoning banner. He could naturally feel that people like Chu Yanqi were proficient in various soul-summoning methods, so he naturally knew that just like training a ghost, falling into the hands of such a person, they would either be driven to enslave for the rest of their lives, or their souls would be dissipated.

"I can't come yet!" Chu Yanqi shouted coldly.

"Yes!" The ferryman didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly leaned over the bamboo raft.

Chu Yanqi walked to the edge of the bamboo raft and shouted, "Come here to help me!"

The ferryman dared not disobey, so he walked over carefully and helped him onto the bamboo raft. Luo Jinshe looked at Kunlun slaves. Both of them had an incredible feeling in their hearts. Chu Yanqi was easy to talk to in daily life, but when they were together for the past two days, they were nominally his slaves, and he never took out the money for the master.

On the contrary, he was funny and cheerful, and could even be said to be very humorous. In Alice's flower yard, he talked and laughed with the little demons who had a low status and were engaged in choreocratic service. He was so easy-going that he could not put such a weird score in such a strange place in such a strange place?

In fact, the bamboo raft was approaching the shore just now, and he couldn't get up, but they could all take him with him, without using the movement technique, and just jumped up with a light leap. There was no need to offend the ferryman.

However, he actually threatened and forced the ferryman to move the bamboo raft to the bank of the river.

No matter what Luo Jinshe and Kunlunnu thought, the two jumped onto the bamboo raft to collect it. The ferryman gently tapped the shore with artemisia seeds, and the bamboo raft immediately flew towards the middle of the river.

"You'd better ferry over honestly, otherwise-" Chu Yanqi smiled coldly with his hands on his back, "I don't care at all. This Huangquan Watanabe, a ferryman will be replaced by a ferryman."

"Yes!" The ferryman honestly agreed. Can he say anything?

Chu Yanqi said again: "In addition, I have no money on me, and the Sichuan capital of ten taels of gold is a bit expensive, so I am not going to give it to you either."

When Chu Yanqi said this, Luo Jinshe and Kunlun slave couldn't stand it anymore. Then the ferryman did not offend him at all? Besides, 10 taels of gold? Not 10 taels of spirit stone?

This Sichuan investment is very cheap, and he is still planning to pay back the debt?

"Yes!" The ferryman honestly agreed, "I dare not collect the adults' Sichuan investment."

The bamboo raft was very stable and transformed into the middle of the river. At this moment, the Luo Jinser suddenly twitched his nose and asked, "What does it smell?"

"Yes, it smells so good. I feel that the pores in my body are stretching. Could it be that there is actually a elixir here?" Kunlun Nu asked curiously and puzzledly.

Chu Yanqi also smelled a strange fragrance inside his nose. Not only did he frown for a moment, but there was no spiritual medicine in this place? Even if there was, it was a ghost medicine. If you took it by mistake, you were afraid that it would be disadvantageous to others.

Soon, on the turbid yellow spring water, a small tree only exposed branches and leaves about a foot long, but it was green all over, and the color was like jade. On the branches of this small tree, there was a golden fruit the size of a pigeon egg. The strange fragrance was floating out of the fruit.

The bamboo raft drew towards the small tree—

"Master, this fruit is a rare spiritual medicine. I will pick it for you." Kunlun Nu walked to Chu Yanqi and whispered.

"That's not a spiritual medicine, it cannot be moved." Chu Yanqi said.

But at this time, the bamboo raft became closer to the small tree. Chu Yanqi suddenly realized that it was not good and hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

The ferryman turned a deaf ear and actually accelerated and leaned towards the small tree. Chu Yanqi pointed his finger, and a purple light appeared between his fingers, and then he clicked at the ferryman.

The ferryman was so scared that he was scattered when he saw the purple lightning and shouted loudly: "Sir, please spare me."

However, it was too late, and the lightning fell on him. The originally dark figure of the ferryman became indifferent in an instant, and then gradually disappeared.

"Luojin Snake, control the bamboo raft." Chu Yanqi shouted.

Once the ferryman disappeared, no one controlled the bamboo raft and immediately began to circulate in the middle of the river. Without his instructions, Luo Jinshe hurriedly grabbed the bamboo pole and stabilized the bamboo raft.

Chu Yanqi didn't say anything. He lit his fingers again, and the purple lightning flashed and landed on the small tree. It suddenly thundered. Then, everyone heard a shrill scream in their ears, and the small tree disappeared in an instant. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian. Literature registered members recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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