"I'm not crazy. Since you have taken the mountain and river cone, then it's fine, because sooner or later you will come to me with it, but I am determined to win the merit pen. Once the four pillars are broken and half of the sky is raised, nothing in the world can stop me." The ghost face finally opened its mouth, and then, a dark gaze swept around, "You've come, and you've brought so many mobs - are they afraid that you will rebel on the spot?"

He attacked him indiscriminately. Almost everyone present was slapped by him.

The ghostly face turned and saw Zhao Yunlan, the smile on his face became more and more strange: "Oh, it turns out that the Lord is here too, no wonder."

Daqing's expression turned cold, but as soon as he moved his legs, Zhao Yunlan grabbed his long hair and pulled it back.

Zhao Yunlan showed a smiley expression, holding Daqing's hair with one hand to prevent him from running around, and putting his hand into his pocket and taking out a cigarette.

Daqing became a human, and still followed the instinct of the cat being pulled. He turned around and gave Zhao Yunlan a claw, but without long nails, leaving only a shallow white mark on him. He found that Zhao Yunlan's hand was so cold that he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Don't make trouble, you're so fat." Zhao Yunlan called out the three words to a fairy-like "person" without any disagreement.

Daqing: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yunlan gently exhaled a smoke ring. His lips became whiter and bloodless, but his eyes were still astonishingly bright. His fingers unconsciously twisted the smoke, and said to Daqing in a lower voice than a whisper: "I'm a little nervous."

Daqing widened his eyes.

Zhao Yunlan turned his eyes to the side: "The Crow Clan is following behind the underworld, and the other demon clans are their own family. The Arhat in the West, who is that person? Is it Taoist?"

A shocking axe slashed down with a shocking ghost face, and the crowd had automatically divided up.

"Either they are respected, or they are ascended to heaven and have a clergy." Daqing said, "but no one is qualified to intervene in the fight between these two people. If they were not led by you, they would not even be able to come up. Those who dare to fight here, except for the two of them, I have only seen those who are dragging their snake tails."

The human face and snake body are the ancient goddess and the emperor, Nuwa.

Snow began to float through the gloomy sky, and the ugly animals and gods and ghosts were clearly separated, confronting each other and about to break out.

Daqing turned his head and refused to look at Da Shenmu. He forced himself to calm down and said to Zhao Yunlan: "You'd better step back a little."

The cold snowflakes wet Zhao Yunlan's cigarette butts. He took out a tissue from his pocket, wrapped the cigarette butts and ash, stuffed it into his pocket with environmental protection, and retreated outside the battle circle as Daqing said. He walked straight around the others, walked under the great god's tree, and reached out to put his hand on the cold and dry tree trunk.

The great god tree is unknown how tall it is, but the big roots exposed from the ground have reached Zhao Yunlan's chest. It itself is like a god entrenched here.

"Although I don't know anything," Zhao Yunlan said in his heart, "but you recognize me, right?"

When he was thinking this way, suddenly, a small, tender green bud emerged from the trunk of the Great Shenmu tree, which slowly pulled out a thin stem as thin as hair, and gently wrapped around his fingers.

Zhao Yunlan touched the miniature mountaineering bag he carried with him and smiled softly: "Then I'll try it first."

At this time, Ghost Face reached out and grabbed it, and the huge soul refining cauldron was held in the palm of Ghost Face's palm that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun. Against the backdrop of pale fingers, gray-black things surged in the soul refining cauldron.

"The ancient tree of merit - a body that has not been born or died." Zhao Yunlan said softly when he heard the ghost face, "Can the master know what the merit pen is?"

Zhao Yunlan turned around, leaned against the great god wood, and looked up at the ghost face from a distance: "Let's talk about it."

"Before Yanhuang fought against Chiyou, there was a division between the gods. In order to establish order, the two emperors Fuxi and Nuwa went to Kunlun Mountain and challenged a branch of the great god wood. Nuwa held a grudge against the soil that contained three corpses when creating humans, so she took the initiative and inserted the divine wood into a very disrespectful place..."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy shouted: "Stop your mouth!"

The bottomless black aura suddenly flew out from his body, and the soul-slashing sword in his hand was infinitely extended, just like the legendary Dinghai Shen Needle back then, only the hilt of the knife was still less than two inches, for people to hold it, carrying this thousand pounds of weight.

The tip of the Soul-Slaying Sword seemed to have touched the sky. The thunderous wind and clouds were stirred up by him, and a thunderous thunder fell, making people feel that he had stabbed the sky in an illusion - the divine thunder struck straight to the top of the ghost's head.

Ghost Face laughed loudly, raised its head, opened its mouth to catch the divine thunder, swallowed it into its stomach, and then fell down. At the position of the soul-refining cauldron in Ghost Face's hand, it slashed all the way to his chest. A shrill north wind rolled up from the edge of the knife, and the broken ice of fists flew everywhere. Large areas of secluded animals rushed over, fighting with the gods and ghosts on the top of Kunlun Mountain indiscriminately.

Zhao Yunlan took a while to stand firmly, and simply sat on the roots of the great god wood. In the midst of a mess, he had nothing to do. He lit a cigarette. He finally understood the embarrassment of the Soul-Slaying Envoy - Ghost Face does not treat him as an enemy, and others do not treat him as an ally - this is the true level of the two of them. Last time, they were under the mountains and rivers, if they were not merciless under the ghost Face, it would have been absolutely not so easy to end.

Ghost Face didn't seem to want to fight the Soul-Slaying Envoy seriously at that time.

"The land of disrespect?" Zhao Yunlan repeated it quietly, and the ghost face seemed to explain the things he had been wondering about in his heart clearly - it is said that people have three corpses, which refer to people's "greed, anger, and ignorance". The book says that the three corpses on people are obtained from the soil, so the "land of disrespect" may refer to the source of the so-called "greed, anger, and ignorance".

I saw the ghost face soaring into the air and avoiding the soul-killing sword. When it landed, the entire Kunlun Mountain trembled. He continued: "The divine wood is compassionate, it dies first, then takes root, and grows into the ancient merit tree that is legendary in later generations. After the battle between Yanhuang and Chiyou..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" The soul-slaying knife cut across. Zhao Yunlan could hardly see where Shen Wei was, and could not imagine how he could wield the nearly 100-meter-meter-long knife in his hand freely.

The horizontal sword slashed in half, and the ghost-faced voice broke again. His figure suddenly shrank. Just as it was halfway high, the soul-slashing sword passed by his head. The soul-refining cauldron fell to the ground with a loud noise. In an instant, countless voices came from all directions and called out its name.

With the Soul Refining Cauldron as the center, endless secret animals emerge one after another.

Zhao Yunlan looked at the direction of the Soul Refining Cauldron, neither seemed indignant nor excited, and even did not look back when he suddenly noticed someone approaching behind him.

Daqing was not so calm. He suddenly pounced from the tree, with a short knife the size of a palm in his hand, hidden in his palm like a cat's claw, and pounced on the person close like a ghost.

Ghost Face raised his hand and was stabbed by a black cat. His wrist was made of steel. With a light sound, it bounced Daqing's blade to the side. Ghost Face turned his hand and made a claw to grab Daqing's neck. Daqing was still extremely sensitive after transforming. He turned two times in a row, jumped onto the branch of the Great God Wood, maintained his kneeling movement, and stared at him fiercely.

"You have to look at the master when you hit the cat," Zhao Yunlan said, then he paused, turned his head slowly, curled the smile on his face, glanced at the ghost face lightly, and suddenly chuckled, "It's just relying on my shoulders to let you get on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Do you really think this is your territory?"

This sentence seemed to be more effective than bullets. The steps of the ghost face, who was still arrogant just now, stopped carefully and stood there three meters behind him, not daring to move forward at a single step.

Chen Wei, who was rushing to the scene, was stunned when he heard this sentence unexpectedly.

"After Yan Huang and Chi You fought, the Three Emperors couldn't bear it and asked the way of heaven. Then, using the ancient merit tree to cut out a merit pen. All things have spirits, and remember the merits and demerits of all living beings." Zhao Yunlan said in a calm tone. He looked directly at the mask on the ghost face and slowly spit out a smoke ring. "Later, as one of the four saints, when Nuwa repaired the sky, he sealed the four pillars of the sky transformed into the four legs of the turtle. The reincarnation sunroof flowed among the people, and the mountains and rivers fell into the ground. The merit pen..."

Zhao Yunlan gently pulled the corner of her mouth and turned her eyes to the side: "The merit pen turned into thousands of debris and fell on all living beings in the world - is it, Lord Judge?"

A figure hidden behind the great god tree slowly walked out, kneeling on the ground with a soft knee, protruding himself into the ground, and said tremblingly: "The villain has hidden many people, and I have no choice but to atone for Kunlun Lord."

Zhao Yunlan's eyes swept over him, and she didn't stop, but sighed with a smile: "Probably, the judge is pure-hearted and not good at doing such tricks and deceptions. I tell you, lying people, you must do nine false and one true, like the one you told me last night, with all the loopholes, it is so easy for people to see through - the three souls and seven spirits were created with Nuwa. When can the fragments of the merit pen occupy a soul? To get the merit pen to draw a soul from everyone? I'm afraid I can't do it, I think you can't do it either. What do you think? I'm afraid that more than half of the people present today were deceived by you, the four words "people in the world"?"

The judge shivered like a sieve.

At this moment, the soul refining cauldron, which was fought for endlessly, suddenly shook. Then, the entire Kunlun Mountains, the great god tree behind Zhao Yunlan suddenly appeared, and the dead branches were rumbling, and then, sparse small flowers suddenly grew from the place where the snow water was attached to the dead branches.

The man leaned lazily on the tree trunk, and did not seem to take such a big noise to heart. He even added a sentence in the gap after the vibration: "Since the merit pen is my Kunlun thing, why don't you return it to the original owner?"

The human face on the ghost mask was involuntarily twisted. Zhao Yunlan's eyes were half open, and he continued to use a tissue wet with snow, and then threw a bomb: "Don't be aware of my mystery, I know what you look like."

Feeling the person beside him suddenly froze, Zhao Yunlan lowered his voice slightly again, saying as if explaining something: "All colors are false, can't I even tell the difference between people?"

Before the Soul-Slaying Envoy had time to speak, a strong wind suddenly roared on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which was even more violent when the two of them fought. Daqing, who was sitting on the tree, almost got down directly. He immediately turned into a black cat and tightly grasped the trunk with his claws. The Soul-Slaying Envoy and the Ghost-faced Man were fine, but Zhao Yunlan leaned against the great god wood to avoid the wind, but the others all fell.

The judge kept kneeling and fell into the mud. The fighters were flying into the air, pressed down, and the escaped from the ground were dug up again. Dozens of secret animals were rolled into the air and stirred into the wind whirlpool, as if they were going to swallow everyone in one bite.

In the vortex, a large shadow of a pen is faintly flashing, which is a pen of merit!

The Soul Refining Cauldron collapsed in an instant, and the merit pen reappeared on the earth.

However, Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei and Ghost Face were not moved, just like the great merit pen that was cut off by everyone's head, suddenly had nothing to do with them.

Ghostly asked suddenly: "Since... the Shan Sheng is determined to win, why not invite him?"

Zhao Yunlan successfully maintained his pretentious expression in the strong wind when he was unable to stand firm in the battle, and said meaningfully: "I'm afraid someone is waiting to reap profits."

The judge who bumped a big bag on his head lowered his head and didn't even dare to say anything.

Ghostface sighed: "You have been blessed with fire to us, and I really don't want to do this."

After saying that, he whistled, and made the numb animals gush out of the ground and surrounded them in the center. The Soul-Slaying Envoy immediately stood beside Zhao Yunlan and pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

"Oh." Zhao Yunlan said coldly, "It turns out that my tree has bugs."

After he finished speaking, something suddenly sprinkled in his hand, as if a large amount of sulfuric acid was coming into the ground. The young beast that was emerging from the ground made a human-like scream, and the judge's face was pale. Almost regardless of whether it would be blown away by the strong wind, he quickly retreated and said as he retreated: "Wuhei Soup, yes, Wuhei Soup..."

Wuhei Tang takes the blood of black dogs, black cats, black donkeys, black pigs and black bone chickens. It is necessary to be born in the Yin month of Yin, without a half-mixed hair on the body, and it is black-hearted and black belly. It is not a valuable item, but it is rare to find it. It is a secret recipe to restrain Yin people in the Spring.

It goes without saying who this thing was originally prepared for.

Unexpectedly, they each refused to give in. Before they could do anything, the merit pen suddenly wrinkled, and flew straight towards the great god wood in a flash. Before everyone could react, they were so straight into the great god wood.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, this incident happened. Ghost face shook his sleeves and knocked the judge out directly, and then immediately reached into the great god wood to grab it. Zhao Yunlan instinctively held his hand.

Ghostly faced his arm was so hard that Zhao Yunlan felt that his wrist was as if he had hit a hard iron plate. Without lifting his sleeves, it would have been blue inside.

However, he did not show up, and for some reason, he did not dare to confront him head-on. He changed his hand and inserted it into the great god wood from Zhao Yunlan.

With a sharp friction sound that made people's teeth sore, the ghost-faced hand was bounced back mercilessly by the great god Mu. He used too much force, and two of his nails as hard as iron were folded, and black blood gushed out from it.

Zhao Yunlan retracted his hand and inserted it into his pocket, as if he had expected it, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that your hands will hurt you, but I'm really ungrateful."

The ghost-faced teeth clattered and turned into a black fog, disappearing. However, the Youzu was not taken away by him, and was still rushing to Zhao Yunlan and the others, all of whom were killed three feet away by a soul-killing knife.

Until then, Zhao Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief and showed a sly smile. Then, he tentatively reached out and touched the tree trunk of the great god wood, feeling that there seemed to be a kind of gravity that was pulling him in.

What a good tree, Zhao Yunlan thought in surprise.

"You..." The hood on Chen Wei's head was blown away by the wind when the Merit Pen was born. A ball of black air on his body was blown into pieces, and Zhao Yunlan's familiar face was faintly revealed. His expression was extremely complicated, as if he was expecting, worried, and a little cautious nervousness, "Did you remember it?"

"Of course, I'm guessing and talking nonsense. You guys can even believe this." Zhao Yunlan squeezed at him and shook his wrist hard, "Oh, I'll go, it hurts me. The boy from Ghost Face is really a Vajra Calabash."

Chen Wei: "..."

He felt a heart raise in his throat, and was pushed back into his abdomen from his throat, which made his chest hurt.

"Stop them for me, the great godmu seems to be calling me. I have to go there, it would be even better if I can fool the merit pen." Zhao Yunlan said, jumping into the great godmu, halfway through his body, remembering something again, and turning back to Chen Wei, "Let's leave the light to leave the door, I love you."
Chapter completed!