"Why, don't be fooled!
The opportunity is just around the corner, you are all half-step ghosts and immortals, don't you want to become immortals, my ship is a thief ship, don't you want to have a chance to live. ” Chu Wangxian's cuffs rolled up, and he was generous, which made the four people in front of him hesitate.
Who is the most terrible, Chu Wangxian is the most terrifying, everyone knows that they will die if they get on a thief ship, but if they don't get on a thief ship, it is better to live than to die.
This is a conspiracy, it is clearly a conspiracy, and Chu Wangxian has hit their weakness.
If you cultivate immortals, you will not become a ghost immortal, but you will become a mad demon.
The dead are more urgent than the living to seek immortals, because they have died for one life, so they don't want to die again, even if it is a trivial opportunity, it is to break the head.
Ghost cultivation of immortals, but eight words.
Survive the dead and reforge the flesh.
The blood fish in Chu Wangxian's hands is their hope of becoming immortals, a live fish that can survive in the lifeless Santu River, this is a rare treasure, swallowing it, it will definitely help them rebuild their physical bodies, this reason does not need to be said at all.
Even if this bait is poisonous bait, they will not be willing to take a bite.
"Take it!"
Chu Wangxian flicked his fingers again, and a piece of white paper that was torn out of nowhere was ejected, and Monk Daoyan stretched out his hand to take it, his expression was violent, and his eyes turned bloody. raised his head violently, and then looked at Chu Wangxian's confident appearance, which was even more secretive, making it difficult for people to see through.
Although the white paper is torn, the content inside is thrilling.
It turned out to be a never-before-heard method of ghost cultivation and recasting the flesh into immortals.
The first sentence of splitting the head and covering the face is that the ghost recasts the physical body, and everything is one, and it needs to be watered by qi and blood spiritual objects, like casting molds, condensing ...... with a large amount of qi and blood.
"Why, do you want me to carry you up in a sedan chair.
The name of the immortal fairy fish is so outrageous that I call it a blood fish. ” Chu Wangxian threw the priceless blood fish at the four of them again, reluctant that the child would not be able to trap the wolf.
"Starve the faint-hearted, support the courageous, I only need two helpers."
Chu Wangxian scolded and scolded, stepped on his right foot, and a flat boat headed towards the center of the lake.
Monk Daoyan also knew the truth that there was a fast hand and a slow hand, to be honest, the method of becoming an immortal on the blank piece of paper thrown by Chu Wangxian shocked him, and it was better to fight at this moment.
He stepped on his feet and jumped on a flat boat, and the other three also jumped out of the boat.
The boat, which was not so generous, was immediately full of people.
"In the lower six heavens, the Elder Taishang of the Ghost King Palace, Wei Wanwu, has seen the Chu Immortals."
"Elder Taishang of the Lower Ghost Demon Sect, Guan Shanhua, meet the Chu Immortals."
Wei Wanwu is a tall old man with good looks.
And Guan Shanhua has a thin body but long arms, is born in the demon clan, and has the aura of a demon.
Chu Wangxian turned his head and looked at Wei Wanwu with a respectful face, and grinned meaningfully: "It turned out to be nine thousand years old, fortunately!"
"Don't dare, Chu Immortal is a real heavenly person, how can he deal with a humble person like me."
"Talent!"
Chu Wangxian nodded in approval, but this look made Gonggong Wei's heart tremble.
In the ghost city of Xudu, everyone who knew his identity would show a look of contempt, but Chu Wangxian's eyes were as clear as light.
Of course, Chu Wangxian knew what the Supreme Elder of the Six Heavens Ghost Palace in front of him, Wei Wanwu, was.
The nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian!
Although Wei Zhongxian is a treacherous eunuch with sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet in the history books, he is much stronger than the Donglin Party.
Nine thousand years old will collect Jiangnan chaebol industrial and commercial tax, and will do things when the money is collected.
There is no arrears of money for the military leaders in various places, and even Yuan Chonghuan is a nine-thousand-year-old ancestral hall.
However, the Donglin Party of the Zhongzheng Ying Dynasty did not collect the industrial and commercial tax, and did not do the right thing, and the increase in agricultural tax led to a peasant uprising.
The central government owes a lot of money to the military leaders in various places, which has led to the warlordization of the military leaders, the self-respect of the military leaders, and the erosion of the localities.
The innocent child Zhu Youzhen did not realize the role of this nine-thousand-year-old until he died, and rebuilt the tomb for him.
After Chu Wangxian chuckled, he looked at the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Demon Sect again.
"Guanshanhua?
I haven't heard of it, it's too crowded here, you go down. ” "What?"
"I said I only needed two people to help, but now there are four people, and when I'm here on the bus, at least one person will get down."
Guan Shanhua's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Chu Wangxian coldly, and then at the other three.
"This is a means for one peach to kill three soldiers, and the snipe and clam compete for the fisherman's profit, don't be fooled."
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Guan Shanhua was furious, showing two edges and corners, and the protruding nose and white teeth were terrifying.
The law of the ghost fairy is close at hand, even if he can't get it, he won't let everyone get it.
Chu Wangxian snorted coldly and waved his hand, "You're a waste, it's worth my means to deal with it......
Give you a chance, beat him down, or roll together, the blood fish in the Santu River is not enough for us to score five points. ” Monk Daoyan, Zhang Shimei, and Wei Wanwu made eye contact with each other.
This Guan Shanhua is a demon, the three of them are human beings, and Chu Wangxian chose the first object to open the knife very well.
They snorted in unison, forcing Guan Shanhua to get off the boat.
"I'm waiting to collect your body, this kid asked you to go down the river with him, and he didn't have a good heart!"
Yiye Bianzhou quickly carried the four people down the river, and Chu Wangxian taught the three of them a set of Vajra formations, which could isolate the death qi and help him enter the center of the Santu River.
"What are you going to do?
Fishing with a rod or with a net. ” Monk Dao Yan didn't think that Chu Wangxian would be so kind and help them become immortals.
He thought that as long as this bastard didn't trick him into the river, everything would be fine.
As long as you learn how to catch bloodfish yourself, it's all worth it.
"I'm not Mrs.
Jiang!"
Chu Wangxian sat on the bow of the boat, unable to see the southeast and northwest in the dense fog, so he could only go with the flow.
In fact, they are already in a very dangerous situation, as long as they stay in the heart of the river for half a day, regardless of whether they are half-step immortals or not, they will definitely become real dead people.
"Do you know the origin of the Santu River?"
Chu Wangxian looked down casually, although the sound of the impact at the bottom of the boat was weaker, there were more monsters wandering under the river.
"We're in the same boat now, I'd like to hear about it!"
"Buddhism moved a set of Tianzhu to the ghost world, and the Santu River imitated the Ganges.
In the Tianzhu epic "Ramayana", it is recorded that when Shiva and his wife fell in love, it lasted for 100 years at a time, and there was no interruption in between, and the tadpoles sprayed into the Ganges. ” Monk Daoyan was uncomfortable when he heard it, what kind of story is this Nima.
"Where do you think the bloodfish came from?
To be able to survive in a place like the Santu River, only immortals or what you call bodhisattvas can survive.
Chu Wangxian said with a smile.
At this moment, even Zhang Shimei and Wei Wanwu looked at Monk Daoyan strangely.
Could it be that the Bodhisattva jerked off to have a blood fish?
Monk Daoyan was half angry, ridiculing who was not good, ridiculing the Bodhisattva.
Just wanted to speak, but heard Chu Wangxian's expression change awe-inspiringly.
"If you don't want to die, shut up, it's coming!"
Under the inheritance of a flat boat, a piece of red was printed, which was the trace of thousands of bloody fish wandering in the boat.
Monk Daoyan looked at the heat, as if tens of thousands of elixirs were swimming around, and the day of becoming an immortal was close at hand.