I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

"Master, where are we going?"

"Where is the home of all things?"

"...No one knows. But the Three Saints are incarnated in the Shituoling Pavilion in Hezhou, Xiniu."

"Okay, then head west to Xiniu Hezhou."

March 18th, Liangjie Mountain.

The demon monk Tang San buried General Yin, searched for his soul, skinned him, crushed his bones and scattered his ashes.

(Tang San’s burial: embarrassing! It’s just tiger meat in a hot pot and alchemy, so there’s no breaking bones and scattering ashes!)

[Thousand Soul Banner Refining Progress: 3.38%]

[Progress of transformation into immortal body: 25%]

March 25th, Guanyin Yuan.

The demon monk slaughtered all the monks in the temple. Master Black Bear saw an injustice on the road and started fighting. He was killed by the demon monk, whose soul was searched, skinned, and his bones bruised and ashes thrown away.

(Tang San Burial: So embarrassing! Who doesn’t love roasted bear paws with honey!)

[Thousand Soul Banner Refining Progress: 4.02%]

[Progress of transformation into immortal body: 30%]

The ninth day of April, Huangfengling.

The demon monk killed Huangfeng Immortal, disembowelled him to get the pearls, searched for the soul and peeled off the skin, crushed the bones and raised ashes.

(Tang Sanburan: Again, roasted field mice with salt and pepper is not a dark dish!)

April 16th...

……

For more than two months, the name of the demon monk Tang San was so powerful that it made the world of cultivation pay special attention to Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Chechi Country, Sansheng Tavern.

Yang Li pushed open the tavern door.

clack.

When he lowered his head and glanced at the human head that had been trampled into a puddle of debris by his own hoofs, the blood vessels on Yang Li's forehead protruded.

He took a deep breath and managed to suppress his soaring blood pressure.

Silly beep, these bird monsters!

How many times have I told you not to eat the waiter?

Is it because my braised right hand is not delicious?

Or is the steamed eyeball not enough delicious?

I want to eat it! Employees who want to take advantage of me!

"Who did it?" it asked coldly.

The six eyes emit a stunning red light.

The tentacles behind him waved wildly, clearly showing the dissatisfaction of the tentacle owner.

The lively atmosphere of the dancing demons in the tavern subsided for a moment.

A stitched monster made up of five or six species of mammals, birds and reptiles, he broke out in a cold sweat and smiled apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Great Immortal Yang Li, the food was served slowly and I couldn't hold it back for a moment..."

"I'll pay! I'll pay you 3, no, 5 animals immediately!"

"That's not necessary."

The tentacles behind Yangli surged, binding the bird monster tightly like lightning.

The monster didn't even say a word to beg for mercy, but was torn into pieces by Yang Li in front of everyone and eaten alive.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, demon blood splashed everywhere, and landed on the heads of the dazed centipede spirits or three-eyed crows.

You could hear a needle drop in the tavern, and only the sound of sheep's devouring food echoed.

"Do you know the rules?" Yang Li burped and coldly scanned the various monsters and ghosts in the store.

The Qixing species were as silent as a cicada and hurriedly expressed their understanding.

Yang Li snorted an air of cold air from his nostrils.

Paralyzed!

Do you think it's easy to find obedient and helpful humans to work in the tavern?

Is it possible that I want to find work for you monsters with bad brains?

Yes, in the eyes of serious monks who were born as zombies, these idiots in front of them are just monsters.

I just open the door to do business, and I have to deal with these weak-minded people.

Running a tavern can collect a lot of information from north to south, which is very important to the three immortals.

For example, I knew that Tang San, the demon monk who had recently become famous, was buried with evil intentions.

The demons in the tavern laughed and cursed, chatting about the demon monk as if it had nothing to do with them.

What's not crushing bones and raising ashes but swallowing monks alive? What's offering sacrifices to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? What's a demon monk pretending to be a human being but is actually a pig demon?

The more rumors spread, the more outrageous it becomes!

There is no such thing as a pig demon. Pay attention to what you say!

Demon cultivators are human cultivators who practice the old method. This is common sense!

After all, this is an anecdote about Dongsheng Shenzhou, which is tens of thousands of miles away. Does it have anything to do with Xiniu Hezhou?

'It's so stupid! 'Yang Li cursed in his heart.

Idiots who have no concept of geography only think about eating, eating, eating!

Connecting the footprints of the demon monk, there is a huge arrow pointing straight to the west!

Who can guarantee that he will stay in Dongsheng Shenzhou? Or heading to Beiju Luzhou?

Maybe come to Xiniu Hezhou!

Moreover, the demon monk’s footsteps are so fast!

Yang Li sketched a map of the four continents of the Mountain and Sea Realm in his mind, and connected the footprints of the demon monk on the line.

Shockingly, he discovered that he had no time to mourn for Wong Tai Sin. What he immediately bumped into was the Wuzhuang Temple where Zhenyuan Daxian was located.

'Okay, okay, okay! '

Yang Li opened his four mouths and smiled ferociously at the same time.

If the sky falls, tall people will hold it up.

With Immortal Zhenyuan carrying it, nothing would happen to Chi Guo without a car.

You must know that there are differences between immortals.

Earthly immortals in the transformation stage are immortals, and true immortals in the virtual refining stage are also immortals.

But Zhenyuan Immortal is a golden immortal in the Hedao stage!

That’s it for Tang San’s burial.

Who is wrong for you to offend? Wuzhuangguan?

At this time, Wuzhuang Temple was thousands of miles away.

The Great Immortal Zhenyuan, who had high hopes from Yang Li, fell to Tang San's feet...

No, I lied to you.

Zhen Yuanzi and Tang San were standing side by side, talking happily.

In front of the two of them was a mountain of bones and corpses.

Between the flesh and bones, there are countless huge roots twisting and twisting.

That is, the root system of the ginseng fruit tree.

The towering tree with lush leaves has its roots deeply embedded in the mountain of corpses, absorbing nutrients.

The towering tree crowns are filled with fruit.

Astonishingly, they were heads the size of baskets.

His eyes the size of copper bells were wide open, his nose was bridgeless like Voldemort's, and his tongue was droopy and long.

Zhen Yuanzi, who was wearing a golden Taoist robe, frowned, "One hundred years. Since the sudden change of heaven and earth, the Taoist has eaten this thing for a full hundred years."

"It's fishy, ​​stinky, and it's screaming. When you take a sip, it's filled with sticky, blood-like red juice, which makes your diaphragm extremely painful."

Zhen Yuanzi's whole body is covered with dark brown vertical and horizontal ravines, and thousands of tiny air roots protrude from his wrinkled face and the back of his hands.

It looks like a human-shaped banyan tree.

It is also difficult to make an expression of bitterness and hatred for it.

The ginseng fruit tree is originally a sacred object that can enrich the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Now that the inspiration is distorted, the fruit naturally looks like that.

Zhen Yuanzi was force-fed with shit for a whole hundred years.

No wonder it has no love in its life.

But after living for tens of thousands of years, you can't just think about committing suicide.

I can only hold my nose and eat it.

Even if the Golden Immortal in the Hedao stage is only one step away from the Immortal Lord, he cannot live forever.

Not even the Immortal Lord can.

If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old.

As long as they retain their humanity, immortals and gods cannot live as long as heaven and earth in a true sense.

By the way, the mountain of corpses and bones is the fertilizer that the humans living at the foot of the mountain "voluntarily" came to make.

Wuzhuang Temple has established a rule that all townspeople over forty years old must go up the mountain on their own and sacrifice themselves to the tree.

Very kind rules.

You must know that along the way to Tang San's burial, there were not many Lao Deng who were over forty years old.

It is because of the strict laws and regulations under Wuzhuang Temple that human beings can barely survive.

In this ghost world, it is like a paradise.

A paradise in a world.

With the continuous influx of refugees from all directions, there are more people and less land in the surrounding areas, and people are being swept up to death.

The result of beggar-thy-neighbor behavior is that if there is a disagreement, they will fight over water and land, and then sue the officials.

This made Qingfeng Mingyue and the two "little" tree people look like stupid police officers, which was very annoying.

There is no need to wait until after the age of forty.

Some were criminals who were caught and used as fertilizer.

"The poor monk also knows a little about gardening. Can you break some branches and leaves for research?"

Tang San's burial was not only about physics but also about logic.

They treat you kindly, offer refreshments and provide accommodation, so you should show some respect.

Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves and said, "Little friends, please help yourself."

They are all in a vegetative state, connected with the same spirit, so why are you so polite?

This broken tree makes me feel upset just looking at it. It likes to toss and toss at will, and it would be a good idea to uproot it.

It's best to get over it once and for all, and don't have to keep coming back to a bad end, Chishi every day.