Facing the scolding and insults, Duan De didn't take it seriously, shook his robe, changed a magic weapon, cheered up, and fought Chu Feng again. Since he was seen through many times, he didn't cover up anymore and kept the intensity of the battle. He has improved a lot, far higher than the young talents present.
In the viewing pavilion, voices of approval came out from time to time, saying that Duan De was a rare cultivation genius in the Yan Kingdom and even the Eastern Wilderness, and had reached such a height at a young age. The future is limitless.
Facing the praise, the "young" Duan De became very happy. He was accidentally kicked out by Chu Feng and fell to the edge of the ring.
Ever since, the scolding started again.
"I'm going to do this again, but this time I fall even more fake."
"Why don't you call me Duan Tiande? Forget it Duan Wuliang."
"Can you be more fake?"
…
Duan De got up and was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This time he really fell, but no one believed him.
The kid opposite him is even more fake than him. Why is no one scolding him? He is really an unscrupulous god.
Out of anger, Duan De shouted loudly.
"I'm telling you, this guy is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. You must believe me."
"I expect he is at least a Taoist monk."
After Duan De finished speaking, he raised his hand and knocked Chu Feng off the ring, winning the battle.
Needless to say, Duan De once again attracted a lot of scolding, saying that he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and he was beaten down in the blink of an eye.
"Boy, just wait for me"
Duan De, who was standing on the ring, and Chu Feng, who was walking towards the rest area, made gestures.
Chu Feng turned around, smiled faintly, and entered the rest area.
Next, there were more than a dozen competitions. Chu Feng won more and lost less, and was promoted to the second level, second only to the super and first level.
Since it was getting late, today's competition was over, and Chu Feng was arranged to move into a small courtyard in the mountains with a beautiful environment.
If Chu Feng built a villa on the edge of the ancient forbidden land, this mountain courtyard is an ordinary residential building in a third-tier city.
Chu Feng, who has always been very picky about accommodation, did not go into the house. He made a wicker chair and placed it under the big tree in the small courtyard. He lay directly on it, squinting and looking at the stars in the sky, wandering in the sky.
It had been a long time since he had felt so relaxed. Chu Feng actually felt like he was about to fall asleep.
Suddenly, the sound of the system woke Chu Feng up.
"Host, the world of Zhetian is a rare world with high destructive power. It also has many shortcomings. For example, it is difficult to live forever, dead people cannot be resurrected, and there are no ghosts or mythical beasts in the true sense. Therefore, the preaching in this world must be based on these Things open up a facade in this world to highlight the difference of our way.”
"Task 1, create a real ghost as a practitioner"
As the sound of the system fell, a black scroll fell, with a faint gloomy air on it. Just one look at it will give the viewer a shuddering feeling.
Chu Feng untied the thin rope on it and spread it out, revealing a strange expression. He thought it was teaching people how to make ghosts, but he didn't expect it to be an illustration of the eighteen levels of hell. Could it be...
At the core of Xiyue Cave, there is a vast cemetery with dense trees and abundant spiritual energy. All kinds of cranes, swans, and small animals can move around freely. Even though it was night, there were still various sounds. It makes the night not deserted at all.
In the middle of the night, a wretched fat man wearing a Taoist robe quietly appeared outside the cemetery. He stood for a while, with a jade pendant in his hand. After a few flashes, the fat man entered the cemetery.
Following a regular route, not long after walking, the fat man entered the largest ancient tomb in the cemetery. This fat man was none other than the little fat man who competed with Chu Feng today, Duan De. Now, he has restored his true appearance and is ready to fight. Doing things that make people angry.
"boom!"
In the ancient tomb, Duan De, who had been free-falling for who knows how long, landed on the ground. It was dark all around, but it did not affect his vision.
Looking around, Duan De frowned, because the place was surrounded by bare walls, and there was an arch on all four walls. Behind the arch, everything was pitch black, which was so eerie that it made people palpitate!
Apart from this, there is nothing else in the tomb.
Observe with your spiritual sense and you will see that any touch behind the four arches will trigger the entire sect's ban.
"Hehe, it seems that the mausoleum designed by Yaoguang Holy Land for Xiyue Dongtian is not very good!"
Duan De sat on the spot and slowly cracked it. It must be said that Duan De, who has been walking underground for a long time and doing research in other people's ancestral graves, is very powerful. He has mastered many high-end prohibitions. It took less than an hour to crack it. Unblocked one of the arches.
"boom"
In the endless darkness of the arch, there was a sudden sound of wind howling, as if there were thousands of troops rushing! Then the cold air surged out, and frost formed all over the ground, like silver spread all over the ground. There seems to be something terrible in the darkness that wants to prey on people.
"I'm so memorized, I encountered something ominous."
Duan De frowned, but there was doubt in his eyes. How could there be something ominous in this inconspicuous ancient tomb? According to his many years of experience, I am afraid there is something great and good inside, creating an unknown creature. .
Many years ago, when he was robbing a tomb in Zhongzhou, he encountered the three-headed flying god Yaksha, who was channeled from the corpse. The reason why he was channeled was because of the dragon marrow that appeared in that ancient tomb.
Dragon marrow is an extraordinary thing. It is the ancestral root underground in Zhongzhou. It is a divine liquid that has been nurtured for endless years. One drop is worth hundreds of thousands of kilograms. It is better than many ancient medicines in terms of extending life.
Of course, this kind of thing is also excellent for raising corpses, and it is completely normal to produce unknown creatures.
Even if the thing in this ancient tomb is not dragon marrow, it may be some kind of treasure. Thinking this, Duan De walked into the arch with a wary look.
While walking, there was a faint cry in front of him, which made Duan De's scalp numb. The unknown creature this time couldn't be something serious. Even if there is a good thing, you have to die to take it. As they walked, Duan De actually became afraid, and his steps became much slower.
Suddenly, without any warning, a man in white with disheveled hair floated in the air, making a crying sound.
Duan De was startled and knocked out a bunch of magic weapons on the spot. Unexpectedly, these magic weapons penetrated directly through the man in white and hit the wall.
The man in white with disheveled hair cried more sadly, and the surrounding wind also had a whining sound, making the gloomy environment even more terrifying.
"There is no entity, it's not a corpse channeling, is it really a ghost? The Taoist has been underground for hundreds of years, and this time he really encountered the most terrifying thing in the tomb, a ghost!"
Duan De suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and his legs began to feel weak.
