In the dark and dark Yin River, the air of the Nine Netherworld flows down like a river, and suddenly a piece of withered yellow paper floats in front of him.
Qian Chen reached out to catch it, held it in his hand and saw it, but it was half a broken talisman, containing the power of wishes, which was a kind of paper money burned to ghosts and gods.
There were many white figures in the Yin River beside me taking over the paper money, but it was only because of the arrival of Jiuyou’s incarnation that he hid on both sides!
Qian Chen held half of the incomplete one and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Isn't this the talisman paper that Xiaoyu and the other two put on the paper boat?"
Jiuyou’s ghosts and gods are very reasonable. If you collect your money, you will definitely do things, and you will generally not be embarrassed. In this world, dead people are much more obedient than living people!
The laws of Jiuyou monitor everything. If you want to walk in this Yin River, you must follow these laws.
The talisman paper was eroded by the Nine Nether Qi, and it was almost fragile when it was squeezed slightly in the hand, but the power of the wishes transformed into a strange magic power, slightly condensed in Qian Chen's hands and turned into a string of pure black iron coins!
As soon as he threw it away, the iron coins were scattered, and many corpses rushed up to grab them.
"The power of the vows in the talisman paper has been transformed into Yinde money after the conversion of the Nine Nether Laws! These Yin corpses compete for this money, either want to continue their Yin life, continue to wait for their obsessions, or want to reincarnate..."
"Everyone knows that reincarnation must exist, and even Buddhism can realize the Taoist spirit in reincarnation, but no one has ever seen reincarnation with his own eyes!"
"Even I don't remember it! Instead, the demonic nature in the Dao Dust Pearl seems to be imprinted with the mark of reincarnation."
"The legend has fallen into the control of Buddhism, and I don't know if it is true..."
"It's so mysterious! The ear canal god seems to know something, but it seems to know nothing. The brainless little monster, the ghost, doesn't know what it has talked to those Jiuyou Remnant Souls..."
Qian Chen looked at the ear canal god riding on the golden shoulders and cheered to capture the paper money floating down from the upstream.
The old monk's golden body and corpse face were calm, without a trace of popularity, and all kinds of obsessions seemed to have disappeared from it. Now he slowly walked in the Yin River, burying everything in the Huazang world with his body.
Qian Chen followed the traces of paper money falling and caught up with the army of paper ships...
The paper boats floating on the Yin River floated out of the nearly ten miles of queues along the current.
On the paper boat in front, a corpse floated at the stern of the boat. The ancient female cultivator's body was holding a bone hairpin on her head, quietly guarding the paper boat.
But the other paper boat next to it was even more terrifying. A black fur ball lay on the bow, stretched out its claws and pulled down on the paper boat frantically. The talisman paper covered with it was pulled down by the cat's claws. The bow of the paper boat was almost hollowed out by its claws, and the Nine Nether Qi had already penetrated in!
The nine tails behind the black hair ball were spreading, and the whole body was pitch black, with only four claws stained with snow-whiteness.
When Qian Chen arrived, his big and lively eyes looked behind him cleverly. Seeing Qian Chen slowly coming, his body shortened, his limbs lying on the ground, and he looked at Qian Chen alertly!
The bow of the paper boat has been hollowed out by it.
The old Taoist closed his eyes nervously, his gray-haired head was vaguely visible from the gap, and the cat's claws were almost caught onto his nose!
"Little guy!"
Qian Chen came to the paper boat with an umbrella, sat down slowly, grabbed Xuanmao in his arms, and used his techniques to stroke it. She reached out and scratched Xuanmao's chin. Xuanmao, who was originally very alert, seemed to recognize something from this technique, and immediately quietly enjoyed the service of a servant, and happily started to snore!
Its tail swayed and its claws snatched, and then it snatched the ear canal god who was secretly lifting the talisman paper next to it.
The ear canal god glanced at Xuan Mao's beard, then looked at the talisman pen in his hand, and immediately fought back in anger and went to pull out the cat's beard.
It seems that I want to make a small cat whisker pen...
The old Taoist on the paper boat was trembling at this moment!
Not long ago, the paper boat was floating quietly on the Yin River. He used the Yin-Yang technique to continuously detect the Feng Shui around him with his heart plate. He found that although they were all very bad places, the paper boat was isolated from the evil aura and became silent, but it was a situation where the Yin River was corpse.
Although the outside world is dangerous, it can protect itself clearly. As long as you wait and remain silent, you can pass this disaster safely...
Until the death-hunting cat moan sounded, the heart plate hexagrams all turned into great evil and unpredictable.
He dared not open his eyes, because once he saw this evil, he would become even more fierce.
Then he heard the ghost black cat digging his grave, creaking and creaking... Not long ago, the paper boat had been hollowed out a big hole, and the old Taoist even felt a furry tail stretching in from the hole, spreading it on his head, surrounding his hair bun.
This is measuring his head!
The old Taoist felt even colder. A black cat took off the paper boat and quietly stretched out his tail to measure his body.
This cat is very evil. There is absolutely nothing good to measure himself, but I am afraid that the coffin has been prepared.
The old Taoist immediately took out a piece of yellow rope and prepared to tie it up while the cat's tail was stretched over again!
The nine-tailed mysterious cat, the nine-tailed cats do not give more than human arms, each of which represents a life.
Legend has it that spiritual cats have nine lives, but every time they die, they will grow a tail and their body will turn black. Until the nine lives are destroyed and turn into great danger, they will completely become a mysterious cat!
The Nine-tailed Xuan Cat died nine times, and finally had an existence that was neither life nor death!
You know, the more the Xuanmao goes, the harder it is to die. How could he die on the ninth time? It is a great danger that millions of people must be buried with you, or even sentient beings will fall!
"One tail, one life!"
"A living cat has a single tail that is a mortal cat. Every extra one is more demonic and more spiritual! It is a spiritual cat that is once every five hundred years."
"A dead cat, one tail, one life, and one called cat ghost, is already an extremely fierce ghost. After nine deaths, it is extremely terrifying! The Xuan Cat protects the master and hinders the master. He cannot raise it if he is rich and noble, and his life is also tied to the master. The master of the Nine-tailed Xuan Cat must have a huge fortune, and he wants to kill his ninth life... Hiss!"
The old Taoist closed his eyes and suddenly took a breath.
In his ear, the sound of Xuanmao's cardboard suddenly stopped, and he figured it out!
"The Lord of the Nine-tailed Mysterious Cat should be the female fairy I met at the time of Guangling's Demon Cave! He practiced the Taiyin form refining technique and wanted to transform into an immortal..."
He barely opened his eyes with almost trembling, but saw the bow of the paper boat reflected in the figure of a woman. Xuanmao stared at him maliciously in her arms.
The old Taoist heart exploded and his hair stood up.
The cat claws slowly pressed on his face, and the old Taoist quickly closed his eyes.
Qian Chen held Xuanmao and looked at the series of white shadows following the three brothers, dozens of Yin corpses floating up and down, floating like they were against the water, accompanied by the paper boats of the three.
The corpses of the ancient appearance and gorgeous clothes were all over the world. The eyes of the ancient Divine Dynasty were open and they were floating up from the Yin River to collect debts in a miserable manner.
On the paper boat of the three, incense fell, and paper money fell off one by one. The withered paper money flew away in the smoke of incense and turned into ashes.
The ashes stained the Yin corpses, and incense and Yin De money piled up on their foreheads.
The dense talisman paper floated over the Yin River, like paper money flying all over the sky.
Soon, a pile of big money was tiring up on the forehead of the Yin corpse, and the Yin corpse began to be pressed by the Yin corpse on the forehead and sank into the Yin River.
Only a few Yin corpses were left, but they did not sink. Instead, they began to slowly raise their heads and sit up, allowing the iron coins on their forehead to fall into the Yin River...
"There is not enough money and interest!"
Although I can't speak without saying that, but that's what it means.
Yin Zi's language is profound and profound, and it can be translated and understood in this way.
Only a few Yin corpses came towards the paper boat, Xiaoyu and the two of them... The old Taoist had pulled a lot of paper money by a cat, and only one or two fell on the forehead of the Yin corpses, which completely angered all Yin corpses.
Iron coins fell down, and corpses suddenly sank into the Yin River, and dense white shadows headed towards the old Taoist paper boat.
Just such a little money, you're going to get rid of the ghost!
They are all evil things dragged down by Jiuyou, and they are always fierce! You just hope to give these two coins, are you hoping to push them away?
The old Taoist was lying on the paper boat and suddenly felt the boat getting heavier and heavier, just like many hands were holding it. The boat had already broken a big hole, but now someone was pulling it underground, and the Nine Nether Qi came in from the cave, like black water, and it was gone through the old Taoist's body.
The nine netherworld energy, yin, obscure, death, extinction, resentment, filth, poisonous...
It was still a white jade hook on the old Taoist body that looked like a yin and yang fish, emitting a misty pure yang energy, protecting his body. However, the old Taoist could only lift his head up desperately, but his eyes were closed tightly.
"You can't see, you can't see... This thing is not the Lord of Xuanmao!"
"The Nine-tailed Xuan Cat is so fierce that I have recognized the wrong master. The ghost doesn't know what it is! Take a look and you will die for a lifetime!"
The old Taoist struggled to reach out and groped, and the shrill cry of Xuan Mao came from his ears: "┗'o'┛ao"
Suddenly he grabbed a handful of iron coins placed on the bow of the ship, and suddenly spilled them around. The Yin corpses pulled at the bottom of the ship escaped and floated towards the money. The paper boat stagnated in the middle of the Yin River suddenly lightened and floated again.
"My ancestor!"
The old Taoist felt his shoulders sinking, and Xuanmao suddenly jumped onto his back. The nine tails hooked his neck and limbs like ropes hanging down. His heart sank and he couldn't help but open his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, the red umbrella suddenly came to his head, and a bloody knife light crossed his neck behind him.
Just when he thought he was in a desperate situation...
"The old man will follow!"
A clear shout came from beside him, and a telescopic woven with countless dead clothes, painted with witch curses, threw it out of the black fog and landed at his feet.
The old Taoist quickly held his breath, picked up the rope with a hook under his feet, closed his eyes tightly, and pulled it away hand by hand.
To be continued...