The Lord of Netherworld was very angry, but it was useless to be angry. He was not a fool. He fought against the powerful Leaping Realm in this starry sky market for seven days and seven nights. It clearly looked like an ordinary starry sky market was intact under the mana of the highest combat power of the Yin and Yang realms. This situation was abnormal.

The Lord of Netherworld sat down on the spot and began to heal his wounds. Although this injury did not affect his unification of the Yang Realm at all, no injury was of course better than being injured.

The cultivator of the Leaping Spirit Realm behind sat down and began to heal his wounds. He knew in his heart that he represented the highest combat power of the cultivator of the Spirit Realm, and the Lord of the Netherworld represents the highest combat power of the Netherworld. The two fought for seven days and seven nights, but they were not evenly determined. This means that this battle between humans and ghosts will be evenly matched.

He kept a distance from the Lord of Netherworld and sat cross-legged to start using his power to heal his wounds.

In the quiet night sky, only a few stars came from a distant place.

Suddenly, a space fluctuation followed by a magic power fluctuation, and then calmed down again.

Another hour later, it seemed that people and ghosts were trapped in cultivation, and the fluctuations in space came again. It was the monk of the Leaping Realm who quietly tore open a space gate and wanted to escape into it.

Boom, then, the violent fluctuations of Yin Ghost magic power imprisoned the Space Gate, and the cultivator of the Leaping Realm finally failed to escape through the Space Gate.

The cultivator of the Leaping Realm smiled bitterly in his heart. Although he seemed evenly matched in the battle with the Lord of the Netherworld, he was now deeply trapped in the Netherworld army. The only ghost cultivator in the Netherworld army was not the only one of the Lord of the Netherworld. The aura he could feel was hundreds of. Although this number was not as many as the Leaping Realm monks in the Linglong Realm, this should not be the full strength of the Netherworld.

So it is estimated that the high-end combat power should be evenly matched, and the cultivators in the Yueling Realm are becoming more and more suspicious. Youming also encountered the same problem in the Yang Realm. After practicing to the highest level of the cultivation world three thousand years ago, the moment when the Linglong clan perished, he could no longer make progress.

The cultivation level in this world has appeared on the ceiling.

The battle between him and the Lord of the Netherworld almost shows the problem. With his individual magic power, the Lord of the Netherworld is evenly matched by him.

In Linglong Realm, he represents the highest combat power, and there are many more equal to him.

Therefore, it is not the quality that determines the victory or defeat of this war. Which side has more spiritual cultivators, which side will make the winner of the group, but he may become the victim of this war, because he is now trapped in the underworld army and cannot escape.

After the rooster raised in the backyard of Linglong Shop crowed three times, the Linglong Shop lit up, just like daytime. Not long after, Linglong Shop opened the door and started business.

The elf girl stood at the door and said, "The new day has begun. Good morning everyone. A happy day starts with Linglong snacks."

Hundreds of die-hard fans ran out on the opposite side, but after seeing the ghosts lined up for a night and the Lord of the Netherworld at the front, they immediately arrived at the end of the ghost cultivators, and set a distance from the ghost cultivators and lined up in a row.

The Lord of Netherworld was invited into the shop as the first queue.

At this time, someone in the team of human monks mustered up his courage to raise his hands: "Sister Elf, I want to protest."

The elf girl: "Are you protesting? The protest is invalid." She said, turning around and going back to the store.

The man in the monks changed his words and said, "I have suggestions to express."

Elf girl: "This shop does its own way and will not adopt any suggestions."

Monk: "I have a situation to react and report it. The market of Qionghuang Star Domain Starry Sky Orbit Station implements a curfew. Why can these ghosts not enter the house at night and still queue up here?"

The elf girl said, "Because they are ghosts, it is normal for ghosts to move at night."

Monk: "What about him? Why can he line up in the street market at night?"

The elf girl glanced at the second-ranked cultivator in the Leaping Realm and said disdainfully: "He has been listed on the blacklist of Linglong Shop."

Well, no cultivator has any objections now, because he dares to put the powerful powers of the Leaping Realm on the blacklist. Who would dare to challenge Linglong Shop with this courage?

The elf girl directly crossed the cultivator of the Leaping Realm and asked the third-ranked ghost cultivator to enter the store.

The monk from the Yueling Realm: "..."

In this situation where the army of Netherworld is eyeing him, he did not dare to teach the little monks in this small shop a lesson, so he had to watch the ghosts walk into the small shop one by one, and after eating, he walked out with satisfaction. He couldn't help but become more and more confused about the small shop. How did they make something that humans and ghosts can eat?

The Lord of Netherworld ate Linglong snacks outside Linglong shop for three days. On the third night, he waved his hand and the gathered Netherworld army set off towards the starry sky orbit station.

The Lord of the Underworld with political ambitions was here. He was definitely not confused by food, but was waiting for the army to assemble.

Now that the most elite army under his command has been assembled, he immediately set off and marched towards the Linglong Realm.

The cultivators of Dafa Inn looked at the army of ghost cultivators who were entering the starry sky orbit station and sighed: "The Netherworld Army is leaving like this? As human monks, why haven't we contributed to the human race resisting the Netherworld Army?"

Another human monk in the same room teased: "The Netherworld Army is still stationed in the Qionghuang Star Domain. If you want to contribute, you will destroy them. It can be considered to be a contribution to the battlefield behind the enemy!"

The monk immediately shrank and said, "I'd better forget it. How can my small body withstand the crushing of the ghost cultivator army?"

Therefore, the Gui Xiu Army and the die-hard fans of Linglong Shop who stayed at the Starry Sky Orbit Station of the Qionghuang Star Domain and the hardcore fans of Linglong Snacks continued to queue up every day to eat Linglong snacks, and the picture was particularly harmonious.

Jiang Lin, who followed the Lord of Netherworld, could no longer find Xue Yan. A commander in the Ghost and God Realm disappeared without a sound.

Jiang Lin was very suspicious of Xue Yan's relationship with Xue Cheng, because Xue Yan was the first to eat what Xue Cheng made, and Xue Yan disappeared after arriving at Linglong's shop. No wonder he has been liking Xue Yan so much for the past three thousand years, and almost thought he was going to fall in love with a homosexual. It turned out that it was because he had something to do with her.

In Linglong Shop, the elf girl said to a regular ghost cultivator: "The meal you ordered is a total of 2,000 god-level yin energy stones, thank you for your patronization."

The ghost repairman’s bags were all reversed: “No more, only one thousand left.”

The elf girl suggested: "You can exchange other things, such as the Yinshui Wood."

When the ghost cultivators spent all the Yin Qi stones on their bodies to eat Linglong snacks, under the guidance of the elf girl, they immediately embarked on the road of exchanging things for things.

It is estimated that when the war is over, as invaders, they will not only not be able to bring back any spoils, but will eat them all up, leaving only their own ghost body... No, there may not be much left in the ghost body. The ghost cultivator who did not see anything valuable there, saw the elf girl and was cutting off a piece of ghost energy body from himself to exchange food.

Recommend a book: "Ye Zhijing's Original Poem Collection". There are really not many people who write poetry in this era. Everyone can go and take a look when they have time. Although my chapter recommendations have no effect, I still have to shout hard for my book friends!
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