Ye Jianqiang was taken out.
Judge Wen said, "Sir, the power of the underworld just disappeared."
That's right, Ye Jianqiang was able to stand up not because he suddenly burst out. Even if he had talent in this area, it would be impossible for him to stand up in the situation just now.
Being in the underworld, even if a Jindan Zhenren came, he would be unable to move, let alone the fact that he was a ghost.
Even the ghost king in the Nascent Soul stage doesn’t dare to say that he can stand up.
Su Guang shook his head and said, "The power of the underworld has not disappeared, but his words have been recognized by the underworld. A mortal does not have that ability. Perhaps the underworld has changed because of the revival, or perhaps it is someone else."
In a busy city somewhere, a tall and mighty man was walking among the crowd.
He was two meters tall, wearing a black robe with intricate patterns that were difficult to describe.
He stood out so much, yet was ignored, even by monks.
Yuan walked to the antique street and stopped in front of a stall. He leaned over, looked around for a long time, and picked up a bronze ring.
Taking other people’s things will create cause and effect.
The stall owner saw the tall man and was a little puzzled by his attire, but it is not uncommon to see people wearing strange clothes nowadays.
"Young man, you have good taste. This ring is from the Shang and Zhou dynasties."
Yuan asked, "What do you want?"
The stall owner rolled his eyes, held up five fingers, and said, "Fifty thousand. Since you look handsome, I'll give you a discount. Forty-eight thousand!"
"I don't have money, but I have something else that can be exchanged." Yuan flipped his hand and a piece of gold nugget appeared in his hand. He threw it in front of the stall owner.
"Is that enough?"
The stall owner stood there in a daze, then quickly picked up the gold nugget and examined it carefully.
Oh shit, it looks like the real thing!
"That's enough! Honestly, this thing is yours."
The stall owner quickly took the gold nugget into his arms, as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word. Not to mention the gold nugget, in fact, the other party would sell it for 50 yuan.
Yuan walked away and put the ring on his hand. The originally crudely made ring had changed slightly, becoming more ancient, with some spots on the bronze and a ghost face.
The ghost face opened its mouth slightly, feeling the familiar breath, and the endless flow of Yin energy poured into it, allowing it to recover quickly.
"Your Majesty, the underworld has been robbed, the underworld has been robbed..."
"I know."
Yuan asked, "Can you kill people?"
"people?"
The Bronze Ghost Face was a little confused. Its soul was not active enough when it just came back, but it already had basic thinking ability.
"But these two-legged sheep, I have just recovered myself and have not eaten anything."
"That's great." Yuan nodded slightly.
"May I ask your Majesty, why can't we kill people?"
Bronze Ghost Face understood the implication of Yuan's words, that people cannot be killed.
This is very strange, why can't the human race be killed? With so many human races, wouldn't it be just right to use them to restore strength?
This is the idea of most of the strong men, except for the cultivators in the Immortal Dao era. Regardless of whether they are human or not, if there are more pigs, they will not mind.
Birds and beasts feed nothing but blood.
Yuan glanced in a certain direction and said, "There is a person here, so we can't kill him. And we are Yin gods, how can we kill living people?"
That's why Yuan said he wanted to save his comrades. Their realm was not yet able to understand the way of not killing. If Yuan had not interfered in the previous life, killing would be a violation of the precepts, but they would not die.
Now I do.
I just don’t know how many of my comrades have already started killing people and are beginning to recover their strength as a matter of course, and how many I can save?
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