[The host kills the old black water demon, Yin De +10. Obtain a portion of black soil, which can be used to shape statues of gods. 】
Yin De +10, this is easy to understand. The old black water demon was about to devour ten villagers. Lin Beichen killed it and virtually saved ten villagers.
And the so-called mysterious soil...
There was a dark, squirming, and quite heavy mud in Lin Beichen's palm.
Several other ghost fairies and demon fairies also looked at the mud. Their eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty. They couldn't figure out why another piece of body fragment appeared in the dead Black Water Demon.
The ball of soil suddenly opened its eyes and stared at Lin Beichen for a moment.
Blackwater old demon?
Not dead yet?
Several ghosts and fairies around him were immediately ready to take action.
Lin Beichen immediately waved his hand to stop them.
This pair of eyes is simple and pure, without any emotion, as clean as the clear sky.
The old black water demon no longer exists. This lump of soil is a newly born spiritual thing.
In other words, Lin Beichen has killed the old demon Blackwater's wisdom and memory, and what is left is the purest, most primitive, mud that has just given birth to spiritual wisdom.
This lump of mud was particularly close to Lin Beichen. The body was crawling like a caterpillar, crawling along Lin Beichen's arms and rubbing affectionately on his face.
Lin Beichen felt very uncomfortable. He coughed dryly, and the muddy soil suddenly got into Lin Beichen's hair and never showed up again.
At this time, hundreds of evil ghosts released by Lin Beichen also emerged from the ground, and they drove out thousands of ghosts who died in vain.
These are the living souls imprisoned in the mud by the old black water demon.
Lin Beichen killed the old demon Blackwater so fast that the old demon Blackwater had no chance to release this army.
Lin Beichen took out the soul-catching flag and waved it gently, and these ghosts who died in vain turned into dark mist and were thrown into the flag.
Lin Beichen originally had 204 points of Yin De, and his new income was 10 points of Yin De. The total was 214 points, and he still had 86 points left to trigger the catastrophe.
And he still had two and a half hours left.
In other words, it will be dawn in five hours.
Within these five hours, he must gain at least 86 points of yin virtue, and it is best to induce a catastrophe, and more importantly, he must successfully overcome the catastrophe.
The time was tight and the tasks were heavy, and among these three things, Lin Beichen could only control at most one-third, and the rest depended on his life.
Lin Beichen summoned several fairies and ghost fairies: "Are there any ghost fairies or fairies nearby who like to kill and eat people?"
Several ghosts and fairies shook their heads.
Although ghosts and gods kill people without any calculation in this world, the places where Lin Beichen could get there within two hours were all ghosts and fairies at the seventh level, and the ghosts and fairies at this level could only do evil. It was a place that affected a whole village, and there was no such tyrannical and murderous guy as Lin Beichen wanted.
Lin Beichen said helplessly: "In this case, we can't be picky about food. Where are the nearest fairies and ghosts?"
Hu Xianer asked doubtfully: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Huo Siniang chuckled at the side: "Of course I'm going to kill demons and immortals. You don't understand this kind of thing. Don't ask blind questions in the future."
Hu Xianer's slender eyes narrowed into a thin line at this moment: "Oh, haven't you already left the scissor hell? Why are you still hanging on? Are you trying to steal a man from me again?"
Huo Siniang was furious: "You bitch, be careful what you say. Who has stolen a man from you?"
Lin Beichen frowned and said, "Please calm down."
He didn't have time to listen to two women bickering here.
Hu Xianer immediately responded sweetly: "Okay."
Huo Siniang showed a disgusted expression: "Too boring? Aren't you afraid of killing yourself?"
The old god coughed dryly and said, "There are immortals in every village."
One word awakens the dreamer.
Lin Beichen couldn't help but rub his forehead. How could he forget this?
There are three villages nearby. Can't we just go there?
Lin Beichen took out the Six-hole Ghost Soldier Talisman and shook it gently. All the ghosts, fairies, and hundreds of evil ghosts were thrown into the eighteenth level of hell with one stroke.
Only Huo Siniang was left, looking at the place where Huo Sanque once stood, slightly in a daze.
"Telling your brother to stay calm is useless. Washing away his sins as soon as possible is the only way to leave hell."
Lin Beichen strode toward the village in the distance.
Thick clouds rolled in the sky, seeming to follow Lin Beichen's footsteps and press toward the small village.
The ghost-immortal guarding the village, named Datong, is in the seventh level. He is squatting on the altar table and chewing candles.
He knew that there were ghosts and fairies fighting outside the village. After all, the noise was so loud, but he didn't care too much.
Although he is only a small seventh-level ghost fairy, he has a bronze medal bestowed by the Heavenly Lord and is ordered to guard the village. No matter how fierce the ordinary demons and ghosts are outside the village, they will not come to the village to cause trouble.
Moreover, even if those demons and ghosts entered the village, they would only kill a few ordinary villagers, and they would not be able to attack him no matter how hard they thought.
In that case, what does he have to worry about?
It’s time to eat, it’s time to drink.
Before he could swallow the candle in his mouth, he suddenly raised his head, with a hint of doubt on his bronze face.
A ghost fairy walked into his village.
The big copper ghost fairy clapped his hands, making a sound like copper and iron colliding, and then walked out of the fairy temple.
"Little Big Tong welcomes Master Guixian!"
Datong came to Lin Beichen, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed with a bang, and directly made a deep hole in the solid ground.
Ten meters away, the ground beneath Lin Beichen's feet shook slightly.
The set and movements are so smooth, I don’t know how many times I have practiced them!
Lin Beichen frowned, this guy is so submissive!
If he hadn't seen that this guy's moral character was -38, Lin Beichen might have moved to another village.
With a wave of his hand, the head of Da Tong, who was kneeling on the ground, was directly smashed.
"I thought this guy was made of pure copper. After a little extra effort, it turned out that it was just a layer of copper skin."
The big copper ghost fairy looks very bluffing, with a copper head and an iron brain. It can be seen from his broken head that only a thin layer of copper skin wraps the fragile soul body.
Lin Beichen took out the large copper ghost fairy bead and headed straight to the next village without stopping.
The sleeping villagers suddenly felt palpitations, and then the big copper god enshrined in the room exploded like a firecracker, and each of the villagers screamed in surprise.
When Lin Beichen walked out of the village, there was a cry behind him.
Lin Beichen stopped. There was no immortal in this village, and half of the villagers might have to become tributes.
Lin Beichen walked back to the village again: "You guys built the Beichen Immortal Temple overnight. From now on, I, the Great Immortal Beichen, will be in charge of this village!"
"Also, I want ten boys and girls to be delivered early tomorrow morning..."
Lin Beichen wanted to send it to Beichen Immortal Temple, but suddenly thought that his temple had been taken away by Tianjun, so he had to say: "Leave it in your village for now, I will pick it up later."
After Lin Beichen finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the village.
By the time Lin Beichen left this time, there were no more cries in the village, replaced by noise.
The new immortal came and killed the big copper ghost fairy. At least he was stronger than the big copper ghost fairy. This was a good thing for the village.
Some people had even begun to celebrate, but families with boys and girls were all frowning, and many began to cry.
It was incompatible with the cheerful and encouraging atmosphere around me.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Some people celebrate the new life of the village and look forward to a brighter future, while others are about to enter the endless abyss and cannot extricate themselves!
