I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng had a mortal body, but his soul was incomplete, and the sound of metal clashing made his ears ring.

The cold air eroded him, making his whole body cold.Zisheng was already sick, and this made him even weaker.

The white fox seemed to have sensed that his body temperature had dropped, so it crawled out from his chest, and a fluffy mass clung to his exposed neck, finally feeling warm from the cold.

He raised his heavy eyelids with all his strength, and his eyes were completely dark.

He smelled dead wood.

The sound of "bang, bang" continued, Zisheng exhaled hot air, and he mobilized a small amount of mana to condense it in his eyes.

He opened his eyes wide—

The dark surroundings gradually became brighter, and Zisheng also saw a wooden board twenty to thirty centimeters away from him.

He had seen a lot in his last life, so he recognized Nanmu at a glance.

...he should lie in a coffin.

Zisheng calmed himself down, and he focused on the place where there was a metallic sound.

His eyes were burning for a while, and then his vision came out of the coffin through the nanmu.

"Bang! Bang!"

Zisheng saw someone nailing his coffin, and that person was not a person, but a few black shadows.

Because the spell gives Zisheng a short-term perspective ability, Zisheng can see through those people.

Those people have no thickness at all, just a thin slice.

They barely maintained their human form, but they had no facial features, and their bodies were pitch black, as if transformed by shadows.

After the last hammer hit, the hammer head melted away with them, turning into a puddle of water, seeping into the soil.

The surroundings were completely silent.

Zisheng used too many spells, and lost the ability to see through. At the same time, his eyes were too tired to open.

An irresistible force is suppressing him, and Zisheng is like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

His consciousness was gradually slackening, and he was surrounded by dizziness.

The white fox hurriedly called to him, but it was of no avail.

Zisheng finally fell into a coma.

Because of his serious illness, Emperor Yi was not called at the second day's sacrifice ceremony.

The face of the priest was painted, and he was waving a magic weapon, and he was doing a sacrifice dance on the altar.

With the order of the sacrifice, thousands of slaves were killed and thrown into the grave, and countless slaves were thrown into the grave alive.

The broken earth was thrown down, covering the slaves, and the slaves begged for mercy, but they were also buried alive.

The soil was smoothed, and the princes and ministers went to the banquet together.At this time, the palace servant came to report in panic, and reported that the man was trembling, as if he was about to faint.

"Report to Your Majesty, the little prince is missing..."

Emperor Yi was furious, and the palace servants who had been taking care of Zisheng were imprisoned, awaiting questioning.

The rest of the palace people who were idle began to rummage in the palace all the time.

The entire Chaoge army was in chaos, and the royal city was in panic, no one dared to speak loudly.

Thirty-three days away, the red-gold rays of light sprinkled on the patches of auspicious clouds, and the sky stretched as far as the eye can see.

Push away the clouds and mist, and the immortal energy drifts away.The further you walk into the clouds and mist, the stronger the sense of coercion.

There is no noise here, no cranes and birds, no wind, just silence.

Between the clouds and mist, stands a Zixiao Palace.

Walking into Zixiao Palace, even if an ant falls here by mistake, it will acquire wisdom and achieve some achievements.

Being here, one can get a glimpse of the movement of heaven.

For some reason, Tiandao paused for a moment, and then converged to one place, with the undoubted purpose of destroying.

Hongjun opened his eyes, and he looked down. At the same time, he waved his purple sleeves to block back what Tiandao had done just now.

The strong heavenly power dissipated in an instant, and the way of heaven continued to operate as usual.

After Hongjun stared, his breathing was steady, his white hair hanging down his waist.

"The soul of another world, changing the destiny, should have been strangled, but it has already had a cause and effect with the king..."

Hongjun was silent for a moment.

"The calamity, the calamity of him, the calamity of the world, the calamity of the saint."

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The viscous liquid dripped onto Zisheng's face along the cracks in the coffin, Zisheng's eyebrows moved, and at the same time, it woke up the exhausted white fox lying on Zisheng's chest.

The white fox hurriedly called Zisheng, and Zisheng woke up suddenly.

The moment Zisheng opened his eyes, he felt refreshed like never before. The previous negative situation was swept away, and the force that suppressed him was gone.

The white fox obviously felt it, it barked, and held Zisheng's young palm with its tail.

The rest of life after the catastrophe caused Zisheng to bend his eyes unconsciously. He was about to take a big gulp of breath, when the viscous liquid flowed down his cheeks, and at the same time, there was still liquid dripping on the coffin board.

Zisheng quickly closed his mouth, the liquid dripped on his chin and slid down his neck.

The smell of blood in the air made Zisheng's eyes widen unconsciously, as if he knew what the liquid was.

After regaining his strength, he pushed up the coffin board vigorously, but if the board weighed a thousand tons, Zisheng couldn't push it away.

He may have been buried, buried very deep, covered with dirt.

Lianzi's power is still blocked, and Zisheng can only rely on himself if he wants to get out.

He stroked the restless white fox, and calmly said: "We can't get out with human strength. For now, I can only try to separate my soul and see if I can go out and give my father a dream."

He stays here in his physical body, and he can also accompany the white fox.

It's just embarrassing the white fox. The white fox could have lived in peace, but he just accompanied him through the gate of hell.

The white fox was still pushing the top of the coffin with its two paws. Naturally, like Zisheng, it couldn't move it no matter what.

The white fox looked anxious.

It shouldn't be like this, it's just a thousand tons of soil.

After Zisheng lay down and breathed calmly, he made his consciousness loose.There was a feeling of falling at first, and then the body became lighter.

His body passed through the coffin, but he almost touched the three dead bodies lying on his coffin.

The throats of the corpses were cut by a sharp weapon, but the whites of their eyes were open, and their corpses were all blue.

Fortunately, Zisheng saw a lot in his last life, otherwise he would have been scared to death.

His soul continued to float upwards, but there were more and more corpses.Some were killed, and some were buried alive. They were dressed in coarse cloth and short brown. Judging from Zisheng's understanding of the world, these people should have been slaves.

Zisheng is not afraid of death or ghosts, but the deaths of these people make him feel terrified and horrified.

Why did they die?

However, time was running out, so he couldn't help thinking about it.

He continued to float upwards, but the dense corpses blocked his way.

Zisheng's soul cannot pass through human corpses.

He suppressed the urgency in his heart and calmly looked for a way out.

Finally, he finally found a gap between the corpses that allowed him to pass through.

His eyes flickered, and just as he was about to pass through here, a ferocious face suddenly poked out from the gap.

It was a grimace with disheveled hair, no black eyes but white eyes.The upper half of its face was almost rotten, and the lower half showed sharp fangs.

Zisheng stepped back, but the grimace squeezed in through the gap, it was wearing tattered clothes, and the hemp dangled down to its ankles.

It stretched out its hands, with black nails three inches long.

For some reason, it seemed to hate Zisheng very much, and then rushed towards Zisheng with its bloody mouth wide open.

Zisheng was sure that he had not offended anyone in this world, nor committed murder, but this ghost wanted to kill him, so Zisheng didn't show any mercy.

He waved his hand, and a fire was cast into a wall of fire. The ghost howled in the fire, and the ghost became transparent in an instant until it dissipated.

Zisheng did not let go of his vigilance.

Sure enough, after the ghost dissipated, it became transparent again from nothingness, but its body was much smaller and no longer solid.

Before it could look at Zisheng, it suddenly fell, as if it had fallen into another world.

Zisheng stood where he was and recalled.

In the previous life, there was a sentence in "The Nether Record".

"When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he becomes a dwarf, when a dwarf dies, he hopes, and when he dies, he becomes a barbarian."

After the ghost was killed by him just now, he must have become a dick.

But Di is far away from him, so Zisheng doesn't have to pay attention to Di.

Fragile voices came, as if some people were talking about something.

Zisheng raised his head, only to find that there were ghosts in short brown clothes all around him.

But these ghosts are not as terrifying as the previous ghosts except for their bluish and slightly ferocious faces.

They whispered to each other and uttered strange languages, and many sounds could not be uttered by humans.

They didn't know what they said, and suddenly they all turned their heads and looked straight at Zisheng.

In an instant, their resentment was overwhelming.Zisheng retreated, but there was nowhere to retreat.

He looked stern, not fear, he was just wondering why these ghosts were so resentful towards him, he didn't know them.

Zisheng is not a stupid person, the only reason he can think of may be his royal status.

Could it be the royal family, or the entire noble class who harmed them?

He pursed his lips and looked around to see where he could leave.

He wasn't afraid, he just didn't want to kill them again.

But if they forced him to have nowhere to retreat because of their anger, and insisted on killing him, then Zisheng could only cast spells to fight them to the death.

When these ghosts were about to surround Zisheng, it was already noon up there.

After the priest offered sacrifices and worshiped the gods, he began to bow down while chanting mantras.

The ghosts pressed on Zisheng step by step. Seeing that the long nails were about to pierce into Zisheng's arm, Zisheng also finished reciting the mantra.

Suddenly, the scorching heat made his eyes blurred, and the white light coming from nowhere made the ghosts fall down one after another.

Zisheng was a living soul, he stood upright, the blinding white light made him unable to close his eyes.

He lost consciousness briefly, and when he opened his eyes he was lying by the stream.

The clear and clear sound of running water is like playing a moving piece of music, and the fresh air makes Zisheng feel like he has not seen it for a long time.

He moved, and his foot accidentally stepped into the water, and two small snakes swam through the water.

The breeze came, carrying the sound of the piano, Zisheng curiously walked towards the sound of the piano.

At the same time, the sound of the xun also sounded, as if to accompany the sound of the piano.

When Zisheng was about to approach the source of the sound, a stone table caught his attention.

A Tai Chi pattern is engraved on the stone table, and eight hexagrams are engraved around it.

Zisheng hadn't seen this thing for a long time, so he pointed to the eight hexagrams and read out the name.

"Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui."

"Huh? Little friend knows?" The man's calm voice was full of curiosity.

"How can you not know it?" Zisheng laughed, "The Eight Diagrams, created by Emperor Fuxi, after the scriptures..."

Zisheng turned his head. The man was wearing a long indigo robe with a hairpin pinned to his back.