ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 142 Leather Man

After regaining all the memories of his previous life, Du Xinghe suddenly became a wandering monk who could fall asleep just by rolling on the side of the road.

The royal family is very particular about everything, and there are regulations everywhere.

Understanding is understanding, but after all, she still likes the life of "the sky is my room, the earth is my bed, and the breeze is with me so I can enjoy the coolness", and does not pursue living in a beautiful building and a jade house - so the details that the Ministry of Rites and eunuchs carve out meticulously, For her, it's all just knowledge, not necessity.

But the moment the door opened, Du Xinghe noticed it for the first time——

This legacy palace has no threshold.

In terms of Feng Shui, the threshold of a house has the effect of blocking dirt and protecting the safety of the house.

Practically speaking, it can also protect the house from rain, cold wind, and insects and ants.

How could the mansion of such a wealthy family be lacking in this crucial area? There is a plaque hanging on the eaves, but the words and pictures on the plaque have been scratched with knives and are blurred, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Let's go."

Yun Yongyi greeted her.

Du Xinghe walked a few steps faster and passed through the door.

The moment she stepped into the palace, a strange aura suddenly hit her face, which was completely different from the secret realm she had been to before, and the sound of the door creaking and closing was heard behind her.

Yun Yongyi said: "Once the door is closed, Liuyangchi cannot leave early. When it is time to leave, the door will open automatically."

"Would it be against the rules to push the door open?"

"...I haven't tried it anyway."

Du Xinghe tentatively pushed the door open a crack.

Outside the crack of the door, there was neither the Five Elements Sect nor the North Sect Leader, but a very common street. There were two children squatting on the ground playing with their backs to her.

"What are you doing!?" Yun Yongyi was startled and closed the door for her.

“Practice brings true knowledge.”

Having said that, Du Xinghe stopped worrying about the closed door and turned to look around.

A cramped space and dim light.

An old man with white hair sat in the concierge and took a nap.

It was wearing a short linen jacket, dressed simply but neatly. Even sitting down, Du Xinghe could tell that it was not tall, but its hands and feet were too big to match its height. It was as if Nuwa accidentally stretched the parameters of its hands and feet to the maximum when pinching people, but forgot to adjust the height. .

The chopping board next to the old man was covered with dried dark red blood, and a large knife was resting on it.

Hearing the sound of the two talking, it raised its eyelids and stood up tremblingly.

He was obviously an old man with a skeletal appearance, but his footsteps on the ground were extremely heavy.

This is the old man guarding the gate of the mansion. Yun Yongyi said: "Usually, when the disciples in the early stage of foundation building come in with their senior brothers and sisters, the seniors will get rid of it, and the juniors will meditate and practice here."

He just gave a brief explanation and took a step back after following the guy who came in: "Senior, please."

"..."

Yun Yongyi said expressionlessly: "We are not from the same school."

"senior."

Yun Yongyi has never seen such a shameless person.

While the two were fighting, the old man had picked up the knife and stood up.

The old man's figure skyrocketed, and the skin that was originally hanging loosely on his body was stretched flat. The whole body was filled with rotten corpse aura. He raised his knife and struck at Yun Yongyi - it didn't deliberately choose a target. It was Crossing the Galaxy and retreated three times in a row. Step by step, he sold his teammates very neatly, almost making Yun Yongyi laugh angrily: "How did you enter the secret realm with your fellow disciples before?!"

Can others tolerate such cowardly people?

The response he got was two hahaha: "Laughing so hard, I have never been in the same school before."

Yun Yongyi was like a punch on cotton, so aggrieved that he could not speak.

He considered himself to be in a higher realm than her, as a senior on the road to immortality, and as the face of the Five Elements Sect. He couldn't hide his aura like her, so he had to take out his magic weapon. Du Xinghe paid close attention and saw that it was a magic weapon shaped like a compass. After he injected his spiritual power, the compass glowed brightly. The big knife that was about to hit his face actually disappeared before it touched the tip of his nose. It was as if someone took the erasure pen of the image-altering software and swiped it on the blade and moved it to the back of the old man's head. The blade, which contained the energy of death and strong wind, was embedded in the back of his head and opened with a muffled sound.

This seemed to be beyond the monster's understanding. It tried to move the sword, but it grinded its head deeper.

"This is my thing, let me decide."

After Yun Yongyi finished speaking, the compass turned, and the many rays of light pierced through it twisted towards the old man.

A trace of spider web-like blood marks appeared on its neck, and rays of light deconstructed, twisted, and completely disintegrated it!

White mist sprayed out from the cracks, and a wrinkled piece of skin fell to the ground.

"It will take shape again in less than half a day." Yun Yongyi put away the compass and gave Du Xinghe a warning look: "There are still servants in the outer courtyard who will attack us. You can no longer sit back and watch. I am not your protector... …”

To become an immortal, you need to cleanse your menstrual veins and cut your marrow. No monk with a bit of Taoism is ugly. In addition, there are quite a few monks who can look at their beautiful skin and pink skull indifferently. When they first met Yun Yongyi, they knew that this slender woman was It's so beautiful. Now that I look closer, my face is even brighter and brighter.

He paused, hardened his heart and said coldly: "Don't try to show off your eldest lady temper with me, just pull out your sword."

"It will be pulled out,"

Du Xinghe squatted down and picked up the skin with his scabbard: "I only fight key battles."

"..." Yun Yongyi didn't believe it, he frowned: "What are you doing?"

"We don't have an invitation, so we will be attacked by the gatekeeper. I want to see if there is an invitation on it."

Yun Yongyi didn't understand her actions: "Just kill them all the way. Aren't you a sword cultivator?"

Du Xinghe wanted to know what sword cultivator's image was in the world of immortality. She said sweetly: "Sword cultivator doesn't mean you can only pick and chop, but you can also be both wise and brave."

With that said, she put the layer of leather on the ground on her body.

It was like an evil spirit wearing human skin. There was nothing underneath the skin, not even flesh and blood.

But even so, Yun Yongyi asked himself that he didn't have the courage to put it on himself. His eyes widened: "You, you, you... what are you doing!?"

"I want to test whether they will regard me as the same kind."

——Du Xinghe at this moment shocked his mind more than any peerless beauty Yun Yongyi had ever seen.

After that, she walked inside.

Passing through the gatehouse, there is an exquisite small courtyard inside, with a rockery made of stacked strange rocks. Looking up, the sky is full of yellow. It is neither day nor night, resting in this excessively long dusk.

Yun Yongyi followed.

This was not his first time entering Liuyang Pond. Individual evil spirits in the outer courtyard could hardly threaten him, but there were quite a few of them. A cry of alarm would attract all the servants in the outer courtyard. He put his hand on the compass and was secretly surprised by what he saw through the screen wall.

How could there be so many! ?

Aren't there just over thirty handymen?

Now the number has doubled. Seeing an outsider coming, they all turned around and stared at him silently.

More than sixty mouths opened and closed, and white mist loomed.

Yun Yongyi didn't hear anything, but he was so prejudiced that she nodded seriously: "Yes, we have guests. Invitation? I accepted it."

…When did they bring the invitation?

Yun Yongyi was about to remind her that the evil spirits here couldn't understand human speech, so they could only kill them all to gain a moment of peace before they could gather their souls and take shape again. Before he could say anything, the servants who were supposed to gather to attack the outsiders lowered their heads again and continued to do whatever they were supposed to do.

Actually... can we communicate? What method did she use?

Yun Yongyi was shocked and confused.

No matter what, as long as you can save your spiritual energy without causing trouble, it's good.

While he was thinking, he crossed the galaxy and slipped into them, confirming again——

Only by wearing the skin of a gatekeeper can you understand their words.

You can be regarded as a virtual anchor, Sister Du (wait a minute)