Jiazi incense, spirit please sky fairy gods into the mundane, in the world of divinity.

Heaven and earth had been in harmony for sixty years. The immortal fate that had just descended had made the twelve peerless figures of the mortal world, allowing them to stand at the peak of their cultivation path and watch a scene that mortals could never imagine in their entire lives..

"The Lord of the Black Prison"

The king of muddy some trance, secretly remember the name.

At this time, he also can't imagine that there is exactly how elegant demeanour.

"Huang Xinger, don't pull the gossip" wild smoke ridge old cat but have to sacrifice "if you don't pay" hey "

Her eight ye grin, and with a meaningful smile, frighten yellow star made a clever.

However, there are mountain spirits, demons and ghosts that are worshipped. They are all wild immortals. They help others with their supernatural powers. Humans cultivate with the qi of their flesh and blood. Generally, they are extremely powerful.

In the mortal world, there is a saying that "the north fox and the south five paths, and the river waves offer sacrifices to the dragon," which means that the most common wild fairy in the north is the "fox fairy," while the south worships the "five paths god." As for those who often walk on the water, they must worship the dragon. In fact, most of them are snakes and pythons hidden in the rivers, and cultivate into essence..

The old cat of the Desolate Smoke Ridge had cultivators worshiping him and even built a temple. Therefore, his cultivation was profound and he was much stronger than a small demon like Huang Xing 'er. Otherwise, he would not have borrowed money from the former to cultivate..

"Huang Xinger, if you really can't, the old cat let me bring you a sentence.”

" What are you saying?" Huang Xing 'er asked as she stood upright like a human being..

"He has helped, hope you yongquan.”

, her eight ye emerge with a vague smile on his face.

Huang Xing 'er's tail tightened and she was about to cry."Eighth Master, I'm a male. How can I spring?"

“……”

"Eight ye, I'll help him to return the"

Just then, the king of muddy openings.

Eight ye ji eyes light micro coagulation, look up: "wang muddy, this debt is not so good back.”

"Is this ox horn bone enough?"

The king of muddy pulled out a piece of yellow bone Angle from the bosom, this is the last time he burn to give yourself the rest of the Fu Fu

No matter what kind of treasure it was, that incense burner could only be used once. No more burning would produce new incense. Therefore, the remaining [Yaniu Bone Horn] was useless..

"Monsters in the mountains practice, but also need great medicine treasure material. This thing should be useful to it.”

"It's not that.".”

Her eight ye just a thoughtfully.

Do you want to see me again?"

At this moment, Huang Xing 'er's eyes lit up. In his opinion, this human in front of him was willing to pay his debts at all costs. He must have the intention to worship him..

After all, any human, not the ability of these monsters in the mountains are not tempted.

"No, it's a ransom. You're my slave from now on."."The king glanced at muddy, light way.

"Huh?"

Huang Xing 'er's beard trembled. She was stunned for a moment before revealing a surprised expression..

"It's not a good idea."

" First lesson to be a slave. There are three kinds of people in this world. The first kind abides by the rules, the second kind uses the rules, and I am the third kind," Wang Hun said lightly..

"What?" asked Huang Xing 'er subconsciously..

I said,"I'm sorry.".”

“伱……”

Huang Xing 'er's body shook, and a faint glow appeared in her eyes. It was as if she was in a battle between heaven and man.

"Hey hey, when someone is behind you, don't retreat, that will only be deeper and deeper"

Her eight ye eyes light squinting, leisurely light language.

. "Well? You mean the old cat?"

“……”

"I want you to know."

"Yellow skin, you know, for those big shots, ordinary people are like dust on the ground. We just stay in the corner. One day, he just walks over and can fly us. If we are lucky enough to land on his shoes and follow him for a while, it will be the ancestral grave emitting green smoke."

Her eight ye not the kui is a dead more than 50 years of old ghost, for the world to see so thoroughly.

For these words, the king of muddy have experience greatly, I, many people struggle for a lifetime, all is worth but the big man, I see this project to xiao zhang.

"Eight ye, you mean he is big?"

Huang Xing 'er looked at Wang Hun suspiciously. No matter how she looked at him, she couldn't tell that he was a big shot. The cultivation of the Iron Bone Realm wasn't considered outstanding among humans..

"I mean, if one day he was taken up by some big shot, maybe he could also bring you along," Ji Baye said lightly..

“……”

"Well, I'm sorry."

Huang Xinger weigh repeatedly, can only reluctantly bowed his head, three cents baffled Chinese hero, and human slavery is better than in the old cat's hand.

He's heard that many people owe a debt, then fart sound is different.

Buzz! Buzz!

, yellow star mung bean eyes flush faint luster, like a wisp of yellow silk ashes, time, muddy, bound to the king who subconsciously raise my hand, will the silk thread tightly in his hand.

This is the lifeblood of demon ghost, arguably, if worship demon fairy, it is the lifeblood of both sides, conclude a contract

Today, Huang Xing 'er is equal to the lifeblood of their own entrusted to the king of muddy, after life and death are handed out.

"Wang muddy, earn.”

Her eight ye grin, like a meaningful look at the king of muddy.

"Hey hey, thank you for your help."The king also smiled muddy.

A fine yellow leather, but a rarity, for now the king of the muddy, can become a big help.

"You're welcome."

Her eight ye and muddy smiled at one another, wang Huang Xinger like outsiders, silly stood there, more see more strange, he always felt that two people like to discuss good.

That night, the king of muddy after leaving her eight ye, with yellow star son went to the wangs yard, spent the night.

The next day, the day is not bright, he was in the ninth, led to the western suburbs of barren hills after a graveyard.

Here are mostly the tomb of the Lord, some people die, was buried here, tablet doesn't even have a name.

Wang Hun vaguely know that her mother seemed to have committed a lot of sin, so after the death of buried here, tablet on the unknown, is very sad.

Copper basin, the light burning, paper money, lit the candle in the graveyard of love cold particularly eye-catching.

The king of muddy stand in front of the tomb, in the heart is gives birth to a faint sadness.

Although he had never seen the mother, have the grace of the day, however, were it not for each other have yourself, he also can't cross to the world.

It can be said that the tomb of the woman is the only link between him and the world.

Such kindness, such as reengineering.

"Although we have not seen each other, I can truly feel the feeling of being connected by blood, even though I am separated from the grave."

Wang Hun's fingertips brushed across the cold tombstone, feeling the connection that he couldn't part with..

"Master, this seems to be the tomb of the lady."

Just then, the 9th standing in front of a tomb in the distance, called out.

"You don't seem to be doing that."

Huang Xing 'er leaned on Wang Hun's shoulder and reminded him softly..