Retire from the human world

In ancient times, there were sacred trees named Jianmu and Taodu.

There are three thousand miles between the farthest branches of Taodu. It is said that there was once a chicken living on it. Once it started to crow, all the chickens in the world would crow along with it (in fact, this tree is a bell tower ==). Later, Taodu followed Jianmu was also clicked.

The so-called fairy thinks of mortals, and the big tree suffers.

The heaven-cutting ladder mentioned in the myth is actually cutting down trees. Don’t think that there is a long soft ladder that can connect the mortal heaven, and there are no suspended stone steps.On the other issue of immortality, the Emperor of Heaven did an environmental destruction and photographed the two big trees that could be selected as the wonders of the universe into scum.

Now, Jianmu, which has been planted through untold hardships in the cultivation world, grows alone.Its shape is very strange. It can distort itself into another space, and gradually expand its range with the help of its roots. In order to obtain sunlight, the top of the tree overlaps with the human world. It cannot be seen or touched, but if you stand on the trunk, you can clearly see it. A plane was seen flying away smoothly through the branches.

The pale white petals are scattered from the lush branches and leaves, blown by the wind, and soon float down the clouds.

The canopy of Jianmu is very large, even if it is not as wide as three thousand miles, it is still no problem to cover four hundred miles. These petals, which normal people cannot see, melt and emit a lot of spiritual energy, and are blown to Shenzhou by the undirectional wind everywhere.

"It seems to have a very familiar breath."

Suddenly, a husky voice rang out from the emptiness and darkness of the Netherworld.

The thick black mist changed rapidly, followed by Qiongqi, flapping his wings and flying over.

"Boss, you woke up—"

In the darkness, a huge shadow gradually separated from the dense fog, stretched its waist, and fumbled around with its fingers for a long time, but found nothing, so it growled angrily: "Where is my weapon?"

"..."

"Qongqi, where have you been hiding, you coward?"

The roar echoed in the Netherworld, and countless demons covered their ears, shivering and shrunk into a ball.It turned out that the empty space trembled slightly, like a small earthquake, and its effect was comparable to that of an alarm clock, awakening countless monsters who were sleeping in the nether world due to lack of aura.

"call--"

What followed was the sound of iron chains clanking endlessly.

"Is there anyone who can breathe? Give me a hand!" The second voice was deep and hoarse, and the sound of the iron chains echoed in the Netherworld, even causing many monsters who were hiding here to hug their heads and flee in terror.

Nether demons come from many sources. Some are evil spirits born from the human heart, some are garbage produced during the process of transcending rebirth, evil spirits that were sealed and thrown in by Taoist priests, and cultivators who slaughtered wantonly after being possessed by demons, and monsters that are born to eat people... In this empty space that doesn't distinguish between up, down, left, and right, they fight each other and compete for spiritual energy, and gradually form different forces.But none of the monsters dared to claim to be the leader of the Netherworld.

Because the really powerful and terrifying monsters have been sleeping.

Qiongqi is just one of them who likes to jump around and bully the weak.

Even in the bloody battle at Beimang Mountain 100 years ago, the boss of Qiongqi continued to sleep in the dark. In fact, since the age of mythology, this trash can has been used repeatedly by the immortals and self-cultivation circles, but the monsters have never really woken up. Then have a meeting.

"Huh?" The sound of the iron chain's impact suddenly stopped, obviously hearing the voice shouting angrily where the weapon was.

"Tsk, the boss is awake too, how rare."

The sequelae of being unable to move after sleeping for too long, as expected, no idiot will have it.

The chained monster moved slowly, trying to turn over but failed, so he simply gave up, lying lazily on the spot and waiting.

"My lord, give me your hand."

See, that's what loyal subjects are like.

But this alone is not enough, because—"I can't lift it."

"Then lift your finger."

"Which one?"

"..."

Qiongqi, who was trampled under his feet by his boss, rolled his eyes as he was dying, thinking that it was a miracle that a certain one didn't die lazy, a miracle!No, this is the fundamental reason why the boss of his family is wise and invincible, while the lazy guy will always be the second child of ten thousand years and can't stand up!

Taking a deep breath, the monster who dangled with the iron chain and was pulled up by his subordinates suddenly said, "Why do I smell Jianmu?"

Hasn't that thing been cut into pieces long ago?

"Qongqi, what happened in the world... Wait! Drag Qiongqi out of the boss's feet first."

At this time, a small black dot moved tremblingly, trying to stay away from this terrifying area like the scattered monsters.

"Huh? Some bugs from the cultivation world have sneaked in!"

The monster laughed hoarsely, "Bring me that little bug to play with. What, Qiongqi? Let it stay at the boss's feet!"

"..."

The monsters who had no time to escape howled miserably, their bodies turned into the most basic black mist, floating away without the slightest breath, and the unlucky guy trying to hide among them was exposed.Of course, no one in the comprehension world will catch it without a fight, and the rabbit will kick the eagle fiercely, who will not fight hard.

but!

The mahogany sword was shot in two, and the gourd was directly pierced.

The poor Pohu Taoist priest was forcibly stripped of all the magic weapons on his body during the No. 12 day when he fell into the Netherworld in a daze. He was dragged to a pile of cold and dark iron chains without even seeing what the other party looked like forward.

A pale and slender arm stretched out from the depths of the darkness, and lifted the peaked cap off the head of Pohu Daoist.

"what is this?"

The half circle at the back is soft, and the small piece protruding from the front is slightly harder.

A black figure with hands and feet, who looked completely indistinguishable from a human being, bowed and stood in front of the pile of chains, and replied seriously: "Looking at the appearance, it should be half a big gourd, and this subordinate presumes it should be a hat." .”

"Oh, that's it. Ordinary people are always very strange. What was the name of the one they liked to wear before? By the way, the melon cap. From watermelon to gourd, it's a bit of progress." With a light buckle of the arm, he put the peaked cap on himself on.

Daoist Pohuo squinted his eyes and looked desperately into the pile of dark iron chains, but he still couldn't figure out what this monster was.

"Why are there so few fabrics for this kind of clothes? Is there a famine for mortals?"

What Pohu Daochang wears is still a set of T-shirts and jeans bought from Shanhaiyi. When the world view was still awake last time, in the eyes of the ancient creatures in the late Qing Dynasty, this is simply naked, too miserable!

The chains rattled, as if the creature inside was struggling to get out, and gradually the shape became clearer and clearer. A man with full head of hair and clothes exactly like the broken gourd appeared, and he couldn't get rid of those chains. It turned into a hip-hop style with silver chains on the neck and wrists on the clothes.

With a pale complexion, slender eyes, and blue lips, this looks exactly like a nightclub rock boy.

Daoist Pohu suddenly widened his eyes, and then he fell flat and fainted.

"It hasn't been played yet...it's really useless!"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the brim of the hat weakly, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go out and play with that little hare."

At the same time, Zheng Changhou, who was drinking with the Egyptian mummy in the night restaurant, suddenly had his right eye jump wildly.

"what happened?"

He is the top-notch zombie. He has no heart to beat. Although his muscles can move freely, he has never had any bad symptoms of cramps. Could it be that he ate too much meat and his mouth and cheek muscles were tired, causing his face to convulse?

"The boss is not good!"

A hairy, red-eyed zombie rushed into the box door in a panic.

"Choke!" The mummy's inflexible hand shook, and a glass of red wine spilled all over the bandage.

"What's going on?" Zheng Changhou raised his eyebrows.

The zombie who has practiced for thousands of years, can fly, and can move 80.00% of the joints except for the long hairs all over his body, said stupidly: "Boss, the kitchen of the restaurant has been copied!"

"What? Who dares?"

Zheng Changhou pushed this subordinate away angrily, and was about to go to the kitchen to see what happened.

As a result, a sentence that floated from behind made him stagger a step and almost fell down.

"Yes...it's Taotie!"

"My Great God Pangu!" Zheng Changhou rushed out of the door, gnashing his teeth and said, "Why did you let him in? Don't you tell him that because the battle situation in Beiman Mountain is unknown, the restaurant has been closed down because no one patronizes it? ?”

"He threatened Sister Hong, the gatekeeper, that if he didn't open the box, he would... eat us up!"

When a group of zombies saw Zheng Changhou coming out, they immediately followed behind him tremblingly. Some spiritual sense, can't speak, no "human rights" at all, even if Taotie ate them all, at most he would have to compensate Zheng Changhou for the loss of property.

It was too late when Zheng Changhou rushed into the kitchen.

The floor is full of dropped pots, pans, ladles, and various seasoning bottles. The air is filled with the smell of more than ten kinds of sauces. Lao Guo is squatting by the stove burning with blue will-o'-the-wisps and chewing, from time to time Pull out bones of different lengths from his mouth, then dip them in sesame sauce, stuff them into his mouth and continue to gnaw them.

"Bastard——" Zheng Changhou let out a miserable howl, and ran to the overturned cabinet, and then saw the corner of the wall that had been pried off several floors, and threw himself on it heartbroken: "I just bought it from abroad at a high price last month. Horned beast meat, and the sealed wine that was stored in the sunken ship for 700 years! I will kill you! Eliminate harm for the cultivation world!!"

Taotie easily turned over and hid, continuing to eat the turkey leg:

"Don't get excited, you run a restaurant, don't you allow customers to come in and eat? It's not like I don't pay!"

"I won't sell it to you, you bastard! I'm free not to sell it!"

Lao Guo patted his stomach: "Your freedom is here! Pay the bill of 70 yuan, will you accept it? If you don't want it, I won't give you the money!"

Speaking contentedly, he strode out, all kinds of zombies dodged in fright along the way.Zheng Changhou looked at the empty wine bottles on the ground in a daze, then jumped up, picked up a cauldron and went after him.

The Hanba was so powerful that the iron pot hit the terracotta figurines adorning the tomb of the restaurant, and the pieces flew across.

"Oh, I didn't choose the right weapon! I'm an expert at cooking pots!" Taotie wiped his oily mouth and put on a convulsive smile, "Back then, your restaurant obviously lacked a chef, but you rejected my resume. We have no end to this account!"

Hanba was still amazingly powerful, the bluestone bricks on the ground turned up, Lao Guo turned back into the original form of a huge black goat, and fought fiercely with Zheng Changhou, so when Shen Dong walked into the restaurant holding his nose, he saw a black shadow coming towards him , So he quickly shrank his neck and squatted down.

The upper half of a terracotta figurine hit the wall and shattered to the ground.

Shen Dong's face was ashen, and after standing straight, he turned around and asked Du Heng:

"This is your high-end restaurant that 'ordinary people can't get in'?!"

Opened in the toilet of the third-rate love hotel, decorated like a tomb, the "chef" is fighting the goat bravely with an iron pot?

At this time, a zombie wearing a night restaurant uniform stretched out his hands, jumping and running for his life. From time to time, a zombie was unlucky to be hit by a "stray bullet", fell down with a slap, and then bounced straight up, and then was shot again. The goat kicked over and fell face down hard.

"Bang!" Zheng Changhou missed and sent a waiter flying with his fist.

Shen Dong lowered his gaze and looked straight at the stiff and trembling zombie. Just as he recognized the words "Nightlight restaurant, no customer complaints" on the clothes, he saw the sturdy black goat rushing straight at the chef. Entering the tomb-like corridor, two clear human and goat prints are left on the stone wall.

——This body is hard enough!

It's not easy to eat in the cultivation world!

Before Shen Dong came back to his senses, he saw a terrifying mummy wrapped in bandages and blood dripping from its abdomen (it was overturned red wine...) jumping out from the empty space of the figure on the stone wall.

Shen Dong: =mouth=

What kind of intrusion is this?

The mummy ran frantically along the corridor with her hands raised, and then tripped over the bandages on her body.Then while trying to get up, tripped three more zombies.

"..."

Du Heng said to Shen Dong without expression: "We can go back."

"What, have guests leaving?"

Zheng Changhou miraculously jumped out of a pile of ruins, and before he could see the people clearly, he yelled directly: "Hey, the Yese restaurant also provides accommodation, and there is no food for now, but there are double coffins for senior couples... Hey, Du Heng! Why are you? "