True Immortal of the Netherworld

"I have an evil ghost order here. When you go back, take it to the current sect leader Yu Cheng, and your life will naturally be spared." As he said that, the skinny old man took out an evil spirit order with a black ghost head engraved on the front and the word "evil" written on the back. Token.

"Thank you, ancestor, for saving your life." As he said that, Yasha Moyu took the token with respectful hands and put it away.

"Just now you said that there were about ten disciples of the Heavenly Ghost Sect who were also forced into the inner layer of the Ghost Roaring Land with you?"

"Yes, ancestor."

"At this moment, these people seem to have fallen into the inner and outer defensive formations." The skinny old man thought for a moment and took out the crystal ball again.

The shape of a large black snake appeared in the crystal ball.

"Xiaojiu, go and bring back those Tiangui Sect disciples who broke into the Ghost Roaring Land."

The next moment, the black snake in the crystal ball disappeared.

"Boy Mo Yu, please come with me. Now the sect has sent people to investigate here." After saying that, the old man led Yasha Mo Yu into a door.

…

Senior Brother Niu and a team of people in the inner layer of the Ghost Roaring Land were waiting anxiously at the spot.

Suddenly, a big black snake suddenly appeared in front of the seven people. With a sharp glance, the seven people were unable to move at all. Then the big snake rolled it up with its tail and disappeared.

…

Xu Yang and Lin'er in the space vortex.

After a while, the two people arrived in a mysterious space.

Xu Yang felt a pain all over his body. He quickly opened his eyes and looked for Lin'er who came in with him, and saw Lin'er lying motionless not far from him.

"Lin'er! Lin'er! Wake up!" Seeing Lin'er's eyes closed, Xu Yang called urgently.

Xu Yang gently lifted Lin'er up with his hands, and touched Lin'er's wrist with one hand. The anxious look on his face eased slightly.

"It seems that his soul was exhausted and he fainted."

Lin'er's Snow Crow originally had a spiritual elixir in her belly that could restore her soul, but it was used by Xu Yang before.

Xu Yang couldn't find a good way to help Lin'er recover.

Look at Lin'er held in his arm, so close to him for the first time. On the fair cheeks, the long black eyelashes lie quietly on the eyelids like a pair of curtains, the straight nose outlines the delicate lines, and the two slightly dry red lips are still so pretty, the beauty is pitiable.

Xu Yang was filled with gratitude and guilt when he thought that Lin'er had not only helped him get rid of the danger of breaking through the cultivation bottleneck, but now she was involved in the space vortex in order to save herself.

"Lin'er, hold on. I will take you out of here safely." Xu Yang secretly made up his mind.

Xu Yang turned around and observed the surrounding situation.

Surrounded by a tall bamboo forest, his sight and consciousness were blocked by the bamboo forest. There is only a cobblestone path through the bamboo forest.

| "I don't know how many days I have been comatose here. The evil spirit here is still very strong. I guess this place is still a space in the land of ghosts. I must find a way to wake up Lin'er. If she remains in such a coma, I don't know what will happen to her. What damage did God cause?" Thinking of this, Xu Yang picked up Lin'er and walked along the path between the bamboo forests.

Not long after, a simple bamboo hut appeared in front of us. The two doors of the hut were ajar, making it look like a place where someone lived.

"Is there anyone in the house?" Xu Yang asked loudly.

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

Xu Yang pushed the door gently with his hand, and with a creak, the door of the cabin was pushed open.

Xu Yang carried Lin'er to the house and asked softly: "Is there anyone in the house?"

Still no one answered.

The cabin was simply equipped with a table and a few chairs, and an empty wooden bed in the corner.

Xu Yang spread the flame tiger skin on the bed and laid Lin'er flat on the tiger skin.

"Maybe the master is not here. I'll go take a look around first."

Xu Yang came to the backyard of the cabin.

The backyard is not big, and there is a side room in it.

Xu Yang shouted softly: "Is anyone there?" Seeing no one answered, he opened the door.

I saw an offering table placed in the wing. There is a strange wine jug and two cups on the table.

This hip flask looks like a bloated frog with two horns on its head and dragon fins on its back. The strange thing is that when Xu Yang walked into the room, the thing's eyes moved strangely, but Xu Yang didn't notice it at all.

Xu Yang glanced around and stared at a tablet on the altar table. On the tablet is written "The tablet of the Immortal Master Hiding Wuya".

Seeing this, Xu Yang was shocked.

Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of the memorial tablet and kowtowed three times in a row.

"Xu Yang, a disciple of the Tiangui Sect, had no intention of disturbing the place where the founder of the sect offered his soul. I would like to apologize." Xu Yang said in a loud voice.

Then he stood up respectfully, exited in an orderly manner, and gently closed the door of the wing.

"Here is actually enshrined the tablet of the founder of the Tiangui Sect. It is said that the founder entered the fairy world many years ago. I wonder who enshrined it? He must also be a disciple of the Tiangui Sect. If this person can survive here, he must have gone out. Way." Thinking of this, Xu Yang's heart suddenly became clearer.

Returned to the room where Lin'er was.

Xu Yang paced back and forth in the room several times.

Suddenly a voice came: "Where did this little boy come from to disturb me from my nap?"

Xu Yang looked around and saw no one at all. His eyes quickly searched the room and stopped at an old landscape painting hanging on the wall.

In this painting, there is a bamboo forest, and a bamboo hut is shaded by the bamboo shadows. It turned out to be the same as what Xu Yang saw on the road when he came.

The ancient painting exuded a burst of milky white aura, and the door above it slowly opened, and an old man walked out of it. Within a few seconds, the old man actually walked out of the painting.

Xu Yang was dumbfounded when he saw all this.

This old man has white hair and a childish face, and is dressed in a simple soap robe. It's just that the two pupils change different colors, sometimes red, sometimes blue, sometimes black...

"Young man, how did you get here."

"My descendant, Xu Yang, is a disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect. He entered the Ghost Roaring Land for a trial. After an accident, he was swept into this place by a space vortex. I had no intention of disturbing my senior's cultivation, so please forgive me." He said, and hurriedly took out the food. He handed the jade token of his identity as a disciple of Tiangui Sect to the old man with both hands.

"It seems that you are indeed a disciple of the Tiangui Sect. Who is that little girl lying on the bed?" The old man glanced at Lin'er, who was still unconscious on the wooden bed.

"This is the disciple of our sect who entered this place with me, named Lin'er. Her soul was injured and she fainted. If you can help me wake her up, I will definitely be grateful."

"Looking at how nervous you are, you must not be as simple as an ordinary fellow disciple." The old man said with a smile.

The old man walked to the couch and looked at Lin'er. Then he said: "This little girl has a special constitution, and her damaged soul is repairing itself. In her current condition, there is no need to forcefully awaken her, otherwise it will be self-defeating."

Hearing what the old man said, Xu Yang stretched out two fingers and gently put them on Lin'er's wrist. Sure enough, as the old man said, the vitality of Lin'er's soul is recovering on its own.

"Thank you, senior, for your advice. I would like to ask, senior, how can I leave here and return to Tiangui Sect?" With that, Xu Yang bowed deeply.

"It's easy to leave, but you can come here and leave as soon as you want."

"Senior, what do you mean by this? If there is anything I need to do, just ask me."

I saw the old man sniffing his nose back and forth.

"Little brother, do you have some fine wine on you?" The old man changed the topic and said with a smile.

Xu Yang quickly took out a wine gourd from his arms. Naturally, it contained the home-brewed wine "Eighteen Falls".

The old man took the gourd, opened the stopper, and smelled it.

"Good wine, indeed the wine of the mortal world!"

The old man said sternly: "This wine is your compensation for disturbing my lunch break. I don't take advantage of others."

"Senior, if you like it, just drink it."

"I haven't had such a good wine for three hundred years. I can't have it all to myself. If you want to get out of here, come with me." As he said that, the old man took the wine bottle, turned around, and came to the backyard.

Xu Yang hurriedly followed the old man to the wing in the backyard of the hut.

Entering the wing, the old man looked affectionate and solemn. Bow deeply to the people on the altar table. Then he said: "Master, my disciple Guigu Yeyan has brought you fine wine to honor you."

Xu Yang also quickly followed behind and saluted the tablet.

"Gui Gu Yeyan, I have never heard of this name. He is also a disciple of the founding master of Tiangui Sect, and he must be a senior master of this sect with a life span of more than a thousand years." Xu Yang thought of this in his mind, and was awe-struck at the old man in front of him. Respectfully.

After the old man finished speaking, he stepped forward. He took off the frog-shaped wine jug on the table and poured the wine from the gourd into it.

After a while, the old man shook the gourd in his hand. The gourd was already empty.

The old man turned around and handed the wine gourd to Xu Yang.

He said: "You go and clean this place, and bring in the tables and chairs in the front room. I want to have two drinks with Master."

After hearing the old man's instructions, Xu Yang replied repeatedly: "Disciple, I obey."

In a short while, Xu Yang cleaned the floor and arranged the tables and chairs neatly.

The old man sat upright on the chair, pointing towards the frog-shaped wine bottle with one hand.

Only a "croak" sound was heard, and the frog-shaped wine pot actually screamed. The next moment, Wah Xing Jug's cheeks bulged. A stream of clear water spurted out from his mouth, accurately filling two wine glasses, and a scent of wine filled the room.

Xu Yang's nose couldn't help but sniff, and he suddenly felt a hot spring-like spiritual energy being sucked into his body along with the aroma of the wine. Just like a tired person taking a hot bath, Xu Yang's previous fatigue was wiped away, and a lot of his consumed energy was restored.

"Is this still my own "Eighteen Fall"? The aroma of the wine alone has such a magical effect, and the legendary jade liquid and nectar are nothing more than that." Xu Yang couldn't help but marveled in his heart.

The old man picked up one of the wine glasses with both hands, placed it on the altar table, and then returned to his seat.

He picked up his wine glass and said respectfully to the spiritual tablet: "Master, please drink!"

I saw that the spirit tablet actually flashed a milky white halo, and the wine in the wine glass on the table melted into a curve and disappeared into the halo of the spirit tablet.

After that, the old man also drank his wine in one gulp.

Just like that, one cup after another. Not long after, the old man's face turned red and he looked slightly drunk.