Shou He took a deep breath and turned his eyes with relief.

It is exactly in the direction of Xishan.

"You guys go back to the county office first, I have to do some things." Shou He got on his horse and galloped down the official road.

…

Tu Shanjun's eyes narrowed into two rays of light.

The dark red hair looks like a wild waterfall under the reflection of the rising sun behind her.

However, even though the morning light is bright, it can only stop here.

He is like a dividing line.

No matter the light or darkness, nothing shines as brightly as his aura and becomes an ornament around him.

Zhao Qingyi, who was surrounded by everyone, immediately stopped in the courtyard. He clearly did not see the burst of divine light, but seemed to feel an insurmountable abyss, completely dividing the inside and outside.

So he quickly raised his hand to signal everyone not to continue moving forward.

There was silence outside the hall.

Light and shadow are stagnant.

Inside the palace.

The beggar was left to continue gnawing on the pork, and after a while only a skeleton was left. He still had no intention of stopping, grabbing everything he could eat and putting it into his mouth.

After eating so much, my belly swelled up a bit.

Then, his mouth was full of oil and he grabbed a piece of gauze and wiped his mouth.

"I am full?"

An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice came from the mouth of the ghost saint guarding the door.

The beggar picked his teeth with his dirty nails and said with disdain: "It's just to fill my stomach."

He turned around and said with a smile: "You have a good stomach. I am eating and drinking in the temple, and there are saint kings like you guarding the door to protect me. You...can barely be a god."

"Let's go when you're full." Tu Shanjun said calmly.

"Walk?"

"I'm too hungry to walk."

"What else do you want to eat?"

"Eat something good."

The beggar turned around and spoke jokingly, stretching his neck as he spoke, as if he wanted to look beyond the hall in front of him and towards the courtyard behind the hall.

"For example, if you give me one peach from the peach tree you planted in the backyard, I will leave immediately."

Tu Shanjun's narrowed eyes slowly returned to their original size.

The black and red eyes cycle through life and death, evolving into yin and yang at the end of the void.

The lips move slightly and the fangs are protruding.

Ruyu's face immediately turned pale and pale.

Like a real Nine Nether Ghost, he squeezed out a few words from the gap between his fangs: "Do you want to die?"

The beggar was really frightened by the stagnant atmosphere for a long time.

But he is also not someone to be trifled with.

Shaking up his body, all the embarrassment on his body disappeared, and his ragged clothes could not conceal his aura. His bright eyes were like those of gods in the ninth heaven, looking down at the demon on the ground, his eyes full of indifference and indifference.

"Do you know the honorific title of this god in the past?"

"How can a little Qi practitioner like you be a threat?"

Tu Shanjun looked indifferent, not caring about the other party's threat.

He sneered and took a step forward.

The tall body remained motionless, but another figure with green face, fangs and red hair stepped out from the tall body.

"The soul left the body?!"

The beggar was shocked.

In the forbidden land, monks don't even dare to use Taoism.

Once the three gods leave their bodies, they will be crushed by the Great Restriction and the Divine Blood Miasma.

However, once the soul leaves the body, it means that the opponent has decided to use the strongest blow. It is still unknown whether one of his three gods was crushed, or whether the beggar was killed by the blow.

But the beggar was not afraid at all.

because,

He is God!

"To deal with you, a crippled god, do you still need your soul to leave your body?"

The red-haired ghost sage sneered.

The index finger and middle finger merge into a sword finger.

Pointing at each other from a distance.

The Zunhun Banner suddenly fell into his hands.

The three-foot soul flag turned into ten feet.

The pale ghost's hand grasped the main pole and shook it gently. The blue-black iron-like banner suddenly turned into silk ripples, like the waves of the sea and the clouds in the blue sky, swaying on their own.

The flag-bearing ghost saint turned his wrist.

The beggar's eyes widened.
Chapter completed!