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Of course, Chi You's choice was also considered. Not to mention whether he could resurrect his stupid brothers. Even if he could be resurrected, you could expect them to kill people everywhere, but you could not expect them to retrieve their bodies and heal their heads. This is a high-tech job, and those with low IQs would not work. [High-quality update.]

Looking at the sleeping head of Chi You, Yang Chenyu had a thought in his mind, but at the same time, the shadow of the tiger soul sword appeared above Chi You's head.

Yang Chenyu shouted softly and hurriedly dodged. At this moment, a light flashed in the tiger soul sword, and with a loud bang, the water mirror floating in the air suddenly exploded, Yang Chenyu only felt a chill on his head, but his long hair fell down. At the same time, countless short hair fell down, plus a broken black wooden hairpin.

The sword intent of the tiger spear actually cut through Yang Chenyu's hair bun through the water mirror. Although the sword intent was weakened after such a long distance, the sword intent after being weakened actually cut Yang Chenyu's hair bun in half. Although the black wooden hairpin was not a top-level treasure, it was also a good magic weapon, and it was cut off by one knife.

In fact, the wooden hairpin was broken, and Yang Chenyu was not surprised, but his hair was "" more solid than this wooden hairpin.

What made Yang Chenyu speechless was that this really hurt his face. Although apart from himself, even Chi You probably didn't know that he had done such a thing, if his face was damaged, it would be damaged and there would be no falsehood.

A trace of anger flashed through Yang Chenyu's eyes, and his previous thoughts became more and more firm.

Although Chi You was an ancient powerful man, the feng shui was changing, and now it is no longer the time to be in ancient times.

Yang Chenyu then took out the green gourd from the spirit pool and took a look. The damage on the green gourd had been repaired by itself. It seems that it is not impossible to repair it all in time.

With a sigh, Yang Chenyu put away the green gourd, wiped his right hand over his head, and all the broken hair was restored. He took out a wooden hairpin and tied his hair up.

The broken black wooden hairpin was discarded by Yang Chenyu, and I don’t know which immortal citizen would pick up this thing. Perhaps for those immortal citizens, the place close to the Taoist temple is really a Feng Shui treasure land for picking up treasures.

The summer is scorching and green, and in the green dragon on Fengming Mountain…”” In a square in the lower courtyard of the Dao Mai, thousands of outer disciples gathered here and talked to each other.

They are the latest introductory outer disciples, but they have been in the beginning for three years, and the foundation has been relatively solid.

Yesterday, they received a notice that they will go to the Land of Death to experience it.

In this regard, it can be called a variety of sentient beings. Some people are so excited that they cannot fall asleep, some are dull and just as calm as water, and some are even more afraid of being afraid to say it, so they can only hold it in their hearts.

"Zijun, stop eating. You are very knowledgeable about those miscellaneous books, let me tell you what is this place of death?"

An outer disciple asked to a better companion.

The man was asked about fifteen years old, with a dark face. He had a yellow gourd less than the size of a finger and a Qiankun bag hanging around his waist. He was holding a roast chicken in his hand and eating it with relish. Even if he heard his companion’s question, he would make a sound. He refused to take his attention away from the roast chicken at all.

If Yang Chenyu had his eyes here, he would find that this young disciple would "Stand up the Taoist Court Chapter 721, his face was damaged." He was a friend of Bashe Qixiu, the greedy Taoist boy.

Seeing Wang Zijun swallowing the roast chicken in big mouthfuls, his companion couldn't help but stroke his forehead, as if he was having a headache. Then he grabbed a handful of white sand from the Qiankun bag with his right hand and threw it out: "Zijun, if you don't talk anymore, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing this, Wang Zijun's attention finally moved over. When he saw his companion's appearance, he was shocked and stuffed the remaining half of the roast chicken into the Qiankun bag. His greasy mouth touched his sleeves, which looked like a Taoist priest: "Brother Shao, what are you doing? I tell you, friends are friends, if you want to steal my roast chicken, I will still turn against you!"

Looking at Wang Zijun's decisive god, Bo Shao felt that the two eggs under his belly hurt a little: "Zijun, don't worry, no one will snatch the roast chicken you have eaten."

"No? Well, what did you ask me before?"

After hearing Shao Bo's words, Wang Zijun's face suddenly became normal. He smiled and patted Shao Bo's shoulder and asked.

Wang Zijun finally passed the assessment three years ago and entered the mountain gate. From then on, he "established the Taoist Court" and lived a happy life. Here, he could eat whatever he wanted, and for him, it was already heaven.

This Shao Bo is his friend. He entered the mountain gate in the same period. He was a completely orthodox Taoist boy, but the name his parents gave him seemed to have taken advantage of him. Everyone had to call him Bo when they saw him.

In the eyes of everyone, Wang Zijun is a more rebellious type. Who has ever seen someone who even meditate and even meditate and holds a chicken leg in his mouth?

Therefore, the two became friends, which made many people unable to understand.

"I ask you, what's going on in this place of death?"

After hearing Wang Zijun's words, Shao Bo really wanted to punch him in the nose. After talking for a long time, this kid really didn't listen to a single word.

"Oh, you said this, isn't there a book of death on the bookshelf of 173 on the second floor of the Sutra Library?"

Wang Zijun couldn't help but scratch his head. Looking at the greasy fingers that had not been wiped clean and disturbed the top of his head, it really made people lose some food.

This Prince Jun actually has an "entertainment show" that makes people admire him.

However, for a guy who likes to eat food anytime and anywhere, it seems not difficult to stay in the Sutra Pavilion for ten or half a month. At least Shao Bo knew that two-thirds of the size of this Prince Jun’s Qiankun bag was filled with all kinds of food.

"I know, if I read the Book of Death, would I ask you?"

After all, there are too many books in the Sutra Pavilion. In addition to all the original Taoist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and books on the side, there are also some books or booklets written by the inner masters and uncles when they were itchy.

Of course, these books and booklets are relatively simple types. If they are more precious, they need to be exchanged for the merit monument.

Because there are too many books, not many people are willing to read those miscellaneous books.

They also knew that the Book of Death was written by the Taoist Lord, which recorded the situation of the land of death and the characteristics of various undead creatures.

However, few of these outer disciples were willing to visit. In their opinion, this place of death had nothing to do with them. Even if they were experienced, the inner disciples would go first, and the outer disciples would probably not be sent in easily.

Who would have thought that they would be sent in so soon. (To be continued.)

ps: I had a fever today, and I had a fever of 39.3 degrees. My nose was flowing like the flooding of the Yellow River. I struggled hard and my mind was dizzy. I wanted to go for infusion, but I was delayed by typing. For the sake of my high fever and not falling from the hotline, my brothers and sisters who did not subscribe were supported by me. Thank you. Those brothers who stole the post, if you don’t repost this sentence, don’t blame me for cursing you.
Chapter completed!