Spirit Planter

Du Shaorong pulled Yan Jinzhou, his cold eyes revealed firmness that could not be refused, "I will go with you."

Yan Jinzhou didn't want to take Du Shaorong in, "Entering the fantasy realm, if you can't restrain your desire, it's very dangerous, Shaorong, can you wait for us outside?"

Du Shaorong stared at Yan Jinzhou firmly, "I can restrain my desires, and with you here, I don't believe that something will happen to me."

Yan Jinzhou stared at Du Shaorong for a while, that's all, he must protect him well, "Okay, let's go, but remember to stay by my side."

Du Shaorong nodded, "Yes."

The four of them walked towards the fantasy secret realm together, and as soon as they passed through the entrance barrier of the fantasy secret realm, the scene in front of the three of them changed instantly.

Thick white mist filled the surroundings, and all they could see was a crossroad, paved with bluestone slabs, extending in four directions into the thick white mist.

In the middle of the intersection stands a dreamer.

Yin Mengtong was wearing a red bellyband and combing two small buns. He looked cute, but his eyes were not kind, "Which way are you going?"

Yan Zhao looked around and said, "Ask us which direction we are going, should you tell us where these four directions lead to?"

Yin Mengtong seemed to know that Yan Zhao would ask such a question. With a wave of his hand, four scenes appeared in four directions.

A dazzling golden color appeared in the direction facing them, and gold, silver and treasures were piled up into a mountain. Some people kept putting treasures in their pockets at the foot of the mountain, with greed that could not be concealed in their eyes.

A group of beauties appeared in the direction on the left. They were wearing scantily clad dances and were surrounded by a group of men with lustful faces.

In the direction on the right is a set of emperor's service, the costumes are placed on the high platform, and countless people climb to the high place, wanting to get the clothes that represent the pinnacle of power.

In the last direction, there is nothing but a clear glow.

Yin Mengtong pointed to the direction where there was nothing and said, "There are all the small greeds over there except these three big greeds, you can choose whichever direction you want to go."

Yan Jinzhou stared at Yin Mengtong for a while, then took Du Shaorong and Yan Zhao to the direction where there was nothing.

Yin Mengtong smiled strangely, and then disappeared.

As soon as they stepped on the bluestone road in that direction, the scene in front of them changed again.

Both sides of the road are full of blood-colored Bianhua flowers, and there are strands of ghosts floating on the Bianhua flowers. They have no expression, swaying gently like puppets, creating an atmosphere of fear.

Yan Jinzhou comforted Du Shaorong, "Don't be afraid, it's just some scenes, they don't hurt people."

In the past, I definitely couldn't help but feel flustered, but now, after seeing so many strange things, Du Shaorong's mentality is much stronger, and he is not afraid, "Yeah."

The other shore flower exuded a cold breath, and as it walked, a light appeared in front of it, which seemed to have the meaning of guiding.

The few people kept walking, except for the Bianhua flowers nearby, there was still a thick fog in the farther place, and they couldn't see anything.

As they walked, there was suddenly the sound of running water, gurgling water, the sound of water was neither rush nor slow, but it sounded palpitating, and several people couldn't help speeding up their pace.

After walking for a while, I only heard the sound of water, but no running water, which was extremely strange.

Yan Zhao couldn't help complaining, "Brother Zhou, this place is arranged like Huangquan Road."

Yan Jinzhou looked around, and answered Yan Zhao's words, "The other party wants us to die, and they will definitely not give us a bright road."

Du Shaorong remained quiet and vigilant, without saying anything.

A bridge appeared in front of them. The bridge was a kind of arch bridge, very narrow, and the bridge was very strange. It appeared horizontally in front of several people, and the bottom was river water. They couldn't get on the bridge at all.

Several people came to the river and stood by the river looking at the bridge.

Yan Zhao raised his head to look at Yan Jinzhou, "Brother Zhou, what does the other party mean by setting up the bridge like this?"

Yan Jinzhou stared at the small arch bridge, and after a while, "You guys treat me here, I'll fly up to the bridge to have a look, this bridge is weird."

Yan Zhao also had no good solution, so he said, "Okay."

Yan Jinzhou's spiritual power circulated to his feet, and with a thought, he flew towards the bridge.

As soon as he landed on the bridge, ghosts immediately flew up around the bridge, covered in black mist, and rushed towards Yan Jinzhou with vicious expressions.

Yan Jinzhou took out the seven-star lamp, and with a single finger, the seven-star lamp burst into dazzling white light and spread to all directions.

As soon as those innocent souls touched the light of the seven-star lamp, they immediately disappeared with screams.

However, it was not over. The second batch of innocent souls appeared again, and then repeated the path of the first batch of innocent souls, and attacked Yan Jinzhou again, but when they were illuminated by the light, they screamed and disappeared.

As long as Yan Jinzhou holds the seven-star lamp, those innocent souls can't do anything to him.

He flew back to the shore, and with a surge of spiritual power, he brought Du Shaorong and Yan Zhao onto the bridge, and with the help of the bridge, they flew to the other shore.

It wasn't that Yan Jinzhou flew to the bridge and wandered around, and if he didn't get on the bridge, there would be no shore on the opposite side, so he couldn't land.

After landing on the shore, Yan Jinzhou looked back at the bridge, and saw a terrifying scene.

...the bridge is gone.

Yan Zhao panicked, "Brother Zhou!"

Yan Jinzhou checked with his spiritual sense, but found nothing unusual, "No matter, let's move on."

The three continued to move forward.

What Yan Jinzhou didn't know was that it was specially prepared for him. Others couldn't see the bridge at all, and the river was the end of it.

Walking and walking, it turned into the appearance of Huangquan Road again, and the flowers on the other side were blooming cold and bright.

Yan Zhao pointed to the front and said, "Brother Zhou, look, there is a bodhisattva over there, and there is a stick in front of the bodhisattva, what the hell is the other party doing?"

Yan Jinzhou narrowed his eyes, and he felt a little uneasy, "Just take a look and you'll know."

At this time, a blue-skinned kid ran out, singing a ballad, "Draw lots, draw lots, if you draw lots, you will be happy for 1 years..."

Yan Zhao ran over and raised the kid, "What do you mean?"

The little ghost was not afraid. It crossed its legs and hugged its arms, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being lifted. "It's just for you to draw lots. It's no fun."

Yan Zhao asked, "What will happen if the lottery is drawn? What will happen if the lottery is not drawn?"

The kid laughed, "You guys smoke, you'll know if you smoke, how would you know if you don't smoke?"

Yan Zhao gave the little ghost a chestnut, and the little ghost immediately hugged his head in pain, "Are you playing word games with me?"

The little ghost said aggrievedly, "I'm just a little ghost who is in charge of singing ballads, why are you making things difficult for me?"

Yan Zhao threatened, "Did someone tell you to do this? Tell me honestly, I can spare your life, or I will wipe you out!"

The kid glared at Yan Zhao, "You'll know if you draw lots."

Yan Zhao stretched out his hand, making a gesture to slap the kid to death, the murderous fluctuation of spiritual power made the kid howl in fright, but it still didn't let go, "Draw lots, draw lots..."

Yan Jinzhou walked up to the Bodhisattva and looked at the lottery. The lottery was the same as the lottery in the temple. He turned his head to look at the little ghost, "Why draw lots?"

The little ghost was very persistent and shouted, "You will know after the lottery is drawn."

Yan Zhao stopped him, "Brother Zhou, there must be something weird about this lottery holder, so don't touch it, let's think of another way."

Yan Jinzhou nodded, and then unexpectedly performed conjuration on the little ghost. The little ghost really didn't know anything, but in the little ghost's memory, they were the people who came here from Dou Yuchen.

It seems that the other party did this on purpose, Meng Gui already knew that he came in!

Since the other party has made this round, how can he not fulfill the other party?

Thinking of this, he reached out to pick up the stick, shook it, and a stick fell, and he picked it up.

The content of the signature: "A bad tree meets spring, a lonely boat encounters a strong wind, and leaves nothing to entrust, and everything will not succeed."

As he was reading the lottery, the Bodhisattva in front of him suddenly moved, and then a monk who solved the lottery appeared, "Benefactor, can you show me the lottery."

Yan Jinzhou glanced at the monk who had signed the lottery, and thought to himself, the arrangement was quite thorough.

The monk who solved the lottery took the lottery in his hand and said, "One lottery is signed, the fortune is not good, the behavior encounters ups and downs, no one cares about you when you go out, and everything goes wrong in your life."

It was just that he was not going well for the time being, Yan Jinzhou curled his lips, and then waved to Yan Zhao and Du Shaorong, "You guys want to smoke one too."

Both of them listened to Yan Jinzhou and came over to smoke one.

Then both of them got the next lottery, which was very bad. After reading the lottery monk, he sighed, "It's really rare for three people to draw the next lottery in a row."

Yan Jinzhou took the stick over, and stretched out his hand to brush the mist that covered the content of the bamboo stick, "Yes, another hundred people will draw lots, and they will all draw lots, isn't it rarer?"

The lottery tube is full of lottery, which makes people speechless.

The monk who released the sign was taken aback, "You..."

Yan Jinzhou took out a trapped formation talisman, trapped the monk and the kid together in the formation, and interrogated, "What place is this?"

The little ghost sat down on the ground, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Monk Xiezhi also sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and chanted sutras as if he didn't hear anything outside the window.

Yan Zhao got angry, "Brother Zhou, let's make an example to the monkeys!"

Yan Jinzhou was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

Yan Zhao grabbed the kid, "If you don't tell me, I'll really kill you!"

The little ghost ignored him, planning to be foolish to the end.

Yan Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped the little ghost on the head with his palm, the little ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke, and then exploded, quickly enveloping several people in it.

The eyes of the three of them suddenly became grotesque, and it felt like all the messy things had come out.

Yan Zhao saw that Yu Yanjun was taken away, he tried his best to chase him, but he couldn't catch up, "Yanjun, Yanjun..."

Yu Yanjun turned his head and gave him a cold look, "Why did you go down to earth without telling me, I looked for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you anywhere!"

Yan Zhao shuddered at the sight, "I told you that I have descended to earth, I said so."

Yu Yanjun turned his head and was taken away obediently.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Yu Yanjun, Yan Zhao vomited blood anxiously, "Yanjun!"

Author's gossip: ps: Please recommend a ticket.