Looking at the blood stains on the ground, a figure came from the foot of the Golden Peak.

A young man in white clothes and naked feet looked at the red blood stains under his feet and said silently.

The blood flowed down from the mountain, and there seemed to be an unjust soul roaring in the black and red blood stains, full of unwilling roars.

His feet were on the stiff bluestone, but the boy seemed to be unaware of anything.

Stepping up the mountain step by step, the blood stains at my feet still hadn't completely dissipated.

"I heard the wailing in the wind, and cried unwillingly!" Zhang Bairen saw the first corpse under his feet, a pale little Taoist priest, his big empty eyes full of fear, unwillingness and yearning for life.

He slowly squatted down and looked at the boy. Zhang Bairen closed his eyes with his delicate palms, and silently recited the mantra of rebirth in his mouth.

One!

Two!

Three!

Zhang Bairen's face was unpredictable, and he kept closing his eyes full of unwillingness.

Passing by a fire, the ground was filled with bones that could not be distinguished, and the butter smelled evil.

Those traces of struggle are particularly rumbling and uncomfortable.

"Oh!" Zhang Bairen continued to walk slowly, and came to the top of the mountain. He saw the Chaoyang Ancestor who was kneeling on the ground, unwilling and angry.

The holes at the center of his eyebrows are particularly eye-catching.

When the spring breeze blows, I just kneel on the ground quietly.

The fireworks in the hall were rising in the distance, and the fire that had been burning for three days and three nights was still not extinguished. The crows were crying in the sky, and then they saw the crow swallowing the carrion in his mouth and feasting.

"You old master, you are too smart in your mind, and you have lost your life!" Zhang Bairen squatted beside the ancestor Chaoyang, his words were low and there was a hint of mockery.

Looking at the unwilling eyes and the flames that kept spewing out of their eyes, Zhang Bairen flipped his sleeves and the earth cracked in an instant, and the body of Chaoyang Ancestor was buried.

Zhang Bairen came to the back mountain, and five ghosts were carrying corpses all over his body, and kept coming to the back mountain sky pit and throwing the corpses into the big pit.

Looking at the ignorant three-year-old child, with a clean smile on his pure face, Zhang Bairen sighed: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil!"

The sound of chanting sutras was constantly heard, and Zhang Bairen silently recited the Sutra of Rebirth. In the dark, the door to reincarnation opened, and only saw ignorant souls disappeared into the reincarnation and disappeared.

"Hahaha, the master of the sect said it right. The remnants of the Golden Pin Temple will definitely come back to collect the corpses. I wonder which one of the Golden Pin Temple is!" The sun god in the sky was floating, and four souls were swaying, stopping ten steps away from Zhang Bairen.

The chanting of scriptures stopped, and Zhang Bairen stood there quietly, looking at the corpse in the pit, revealing a hint of melancholy.

"Boy, the ancestor is talking to you, have you heard it? Hand over the heavenly book quickly and spare your life!" An ancestor of Yang Shen walked towards Zhang Bairen.

Suddenly controlling the Taoist method, Zhang Bairen was pulled and turned around by the old man. When he saw the beautiful boy in front of him, all four of them were stunned.

"Who is this?"

"Such a beautiful person is simply rare in the world!"

"Fengshen Jade Bone!"

"The beloved of fortune!"

All the elders praised them all, and then saw the figure's face, and a thought arose in their minds: "This face looks familiar!"

"Boy, are you a mute? I hand over the heavenly book and spare your life, otherwise I have to ask you to taste the pain of soul-refining and soul-refining!" A green ghost fire appeared in the hands of an ancestor of Yang God.

Zhang Bairen rolled his palm and took out an ancient copper lamp from his sleeve, as if he was muttering himself, and his eyes looked at the black and red blood stains in the distance: "Do you know who you are talking to?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all four real people were stunned.

When Zhang Bairen refused to give the four people time to speak, he suddenly stretched out his palm. This palm seemed to cover the sky and the sun, covering a part of time and space. The four real people had no time to use the magic channel method, and they were already taken down by Zhang Bairen's magical powers.

The divine light flowed in the oil lamp, and countless curses came to my face, and painful wails continued to accompany it.

The inner surface of the oil lamp flowed, instantly locking the four soul monks, and then a little bit of weak flames slowly rose up.

"Oh!" Zhang Bairen sighed quietly, waved his sleeves, instantly pushing the golden mountain, calming the tomb, and a tombstone stood on the back mountain: "The tomb of the Zhang family's tragic death, Bairen stood!"

"Three people are missing!" Zhang Bairen carried his hands on his back, looked at the tombstone for a long time and was speechless. He took out the dry firewood and wood fire in his hand to ignite it. A large handful of copper coins and yellow paper slowly rose up and drifted into the underworld with the flames.

At this moment, Zhang Bairen seemed to see the underworld in the dark, and countless ghosts were wailing and roaring. Unfortunately, a stone gate that was indescribable was closed tightly, blocking Zhang Bairen's view.

He had a feeling that with just one finger, he could penetrate the stone gate and penetrate deep into the underworld.

"Governor, don't be impulsive, it's the gate of ghost!" Xu Fu appeared behind Zhang Bairen: "Now the First Emperor has sealed the gate of ghost, locking the passage of Yin and Yang realms. Once the gate of ghost is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Zhang Bairen withdrew his gaze, regained his mind, and looked at Xu Fu on the side: "Why are you free to come here?"

Xu Fu took the talisman paper in Zhang Bairen's hand, then drew a little bit on the yellow paper, and the three true fires ignited: "Become a good relationship with the governor, and the soul of the Zhang family has entered the underworld. If my handwriting is in my mind, I will definitely be protected."

"Since you are dead, you are reincarnation and reincarnation, what's the use if you are not from the Zhang family!" Zhang Bairen burned the yellow paper in his hand, revealing a hint of sadness.

"There are actually living people in this mountain." Xu Fu looked surprised.

Zhang Bairen was stunned. Xu Fu stretched out his palm, but saw the sky and the earth cracking in the distance, and a dark tunnel appeared.

"Come out!" Xu Fu shouted.

A slight sound of dressing up sounded, and then the evil spirit surged into the sky. Zhang Baiyi, whose eyes were red, walked out first, and knelt in front of the tombstone with a "thump" for a long time speechless.

The little widow walked out timidly and knelt behind Zhang Baiyi.

"You two are lucky. The Zhang family is finally not the last one!" Looking at Zhang Baiyi, Zhang Bairen lost a handful of yellow paper.

"Brother!" Zhang Baiyi knelt down on the ground: "My Zhang family cultivator is the best in terms of cultivation, and it is obvious to all in the cultivation world. I would like to ask my eldest brother to avenge my Zhang family."

"Where is the Book of Heaven? Why are you practicing the Great Joy Zen again?" Looking at the figure kneeling on the ground, Zhang Bairen's face was indifferent, with a faint disappointment.

The mud cannot support the wall, it is indeed true. I have too high expectations for Zhang Baiyi!
Chapter completed!