Chapter 299 Welcome to the Chrysanthemum Sword Kingdom (for subscription)

  Cultivator of Ghost King Zong lowered his head, a strange light flickered in his eyes, and then his smile gradually widened.

   "As soon as I turned around, I saw... I saw... There are a lot of idiots... Hahaha, there are a lot of... Idiots! You are listening to my story here! A waste of time!"

"Hahaha... what are you worried about? Could it be that you are afraid of death?" After the ghost king sect monk finished speaking, he quickly broke free from the control of the Ji Dao sect monk, then slid into the crowd in twos and put on his phantom mask again. Light, disappearing into the crowd.

   "Bastard! Damn ghost king sect cultivator, he's provoking, he's provoking war!" Many monks were furious, and many of them cursed directly, vowing to go to ghost king sect for actual combat exercises.

  Suddenly, there was a clever ghost in the crowd, who sent out torture and questioning from the soul.

   "I think...he might not belong to the Ghost King Sect!"

   "Could it be someone who pretended to be the Ghost King Sect on purpose? I'm not cheating! It's just that the monks of the Ghost King Sect shouldn't come back anyway, report to us!"

  Another monk retorted subconsciously: "Who would be so boring...."

   "Ten Demon Sects!"

   "It must be these sons of the Ten Demon Sect!"

   "The monk from the Ghost King Sect just now must have been pretending to be a son of the Ten Demon Sect."

   "Ten Demon Sects, this is a cancer in the practice world, a shit-stirring stick in the practice world. Sooner or later, the Ten Demon Sects will be eradicated!" The monks began to yell at the Ten Demon Sects.

  At this time, the originally tense and dignified atmosphere was invisible.

  All the negative emotions rushed towards the Ten Demon Sects who were blamed for no reason.

  At the same time, a large number of people chose to agree, and then rushed to enter the new world.

  In the crowd, the hidden ghost king sect cultivator showed a sinister smile on his face.

  He is indeed a monk of the Ghost King Sect...but it can be said that he is not quite.

"It turned out to be an unlucky guy who was taken away by the ghost of his own life! He lost his mind in the weird world of Gaoke, and was taken by the ghost of his own life to take the opportunity to seize the heart and spirit platform, and devoured his soul?" Ke Xiaoliang saw through the truth of the so-called ghost king sect monk at a glance. .

  Just now, he did receive feedback from a group of ghost king sect monks that their souls died in the gourd realm.

  But Ke Xiaoliang doesn't care at all.

  The Central Realm has developed to this day, and proper real death will not cause the monks to form a resistance reaction to the different world.

  Although Ke Xiaoliang always compares monks to players, they are not players after all. Although they won't 'indulge' in another world just because they are simply interesting, Ke Xiaoliang needs to give them certain benefits. But the monks will not give up their interests and explore different worlds because of the real danger.

   After all, how can one be immortal in practice? Die early in order to live forever... Is there any problem with this?

  If you want to have an adventure, how can you not pay the price?

   Master Yingzhu is a casual cultivator.

   But when voting, he didn't choose the weird world of high-tech.

  Because of his extraordinary talent, he has a rumored physique that allows him to travel between Yin and Yang.

  In these years, he has bribed the judges of the underworld in various ways, and has already changed the lifespan in the book of life and death. If there is no accident, his lifespan will exceed 300 years.

  When the year comes, he will cross the life calamity by himself, and in the death calamity, he will have acquaintances from the underworld to help him operate in secret, and send a few raw melon eggs to die.

  This kind of behavior is rare in the practice world, but it is not without precedent.

  Like that Peng Yusheng who lived for 800 years, his 800 years of life, if there is no acquaintance in the underworld to help guide him, how can he find the book of life and death so easily, and then hide his name?

   Having said that, when the new world really opened, Master Yingzhu rushed into the new world in the first wave.

   Huge TV wall, always flashing snowflakes, broadcasting false, meaningless news. The serious nonsense of those experts is simply disgusting.

   The sound of water coming from the kitchen is as eerie as ever.

  The otaku next door is playing a small movie, and the deliberately amplified sound effects cover up the crying of the otaku hiding under the quilt. He made his sister into a doll, hugged her in his arms, cared and comforted her carefully.

  The twenty-eighth day of living alone.

  The last egg eaten in the morning has been fully digested in the stomach.

  You feel like you are going to die, even if you are not scared to death, and you are not attracted to a strange death because of some 'factor'.

   will also starve to death in bed.

  Yingzhu looked at the lines of **** characters floating on the roof and ceiling, and fell into deep thought.

   "Is this... a system prompt?" Daoist Yingzhu was taken aback at first.

   Then click on the personal panel.

  There is no data or content change on the panel.

   "No... this is a reaction from the world itself?" Ying Zhu lay on the bed without moving.

  He felt hungry, and felt the cold air, and kept wandering around.

  He tried to **** under the covers.

   Soon he grasped something thick and hard...it was a high-intensity flashlight.

   There is also a strange card.

  Taking out the card, Yingzhu couldn't understand the words on it.

   This time the system panel responded.

   "Do you want to spend 500 plot points to exchange for the general knowledge of the Chinese characters of the Chrysanthemum Sword?"

  Yingzhu didn't click Confirm immediately.

"The Chrysanthemum Sword Country... So, in this world, there is more than one country, and there is more than one civilization. This should be a multi-country, multi-civilization complex world?" Yingzhu is also a veteran of the different world, Although the mix has not been particularly good, but the related vocabulary, it is mastered quite a lot.

  After confirming the exchange, the text on the card was automatically translated into the text he recognized before Yingzhu's eyes.

   "Coping with female weirdness, how to get away quickly through idiot behavior."

   Master Yingzhu scratched his itchy inner thigh, feeling as if he was holding something extraordinary.

  The other hand scratched the inside of his left thigh very intimately.

  Yingzhu looked at his left hand holding the card, lost in thought.

   "Don't panic when you encounter something, draw an exorcism talisman first, and try to see if the cultivation method is useful in this world." Yingzhu quickly bit her index finger, and then drew an exorcism talisman on the white quilt.

  Under the condition of having no real energy, let alone mana, he can only pray that the boy he incarnates now is a chicken.

  Under the condition that Yuan Yang has not leaked out, the exorcism talisman drawn with the boy's blood still has a certain effect.

  A blood-red light flashed, and the exorcism charm started to work.

   There was a sharp howling sound from the bed.

   Something seems to be fading.

  On the ceiling above the head, the **** text has undergone new changes.

  You used unknown thaumaturgy.

   Through extraordinary means, a crisis was overcome.

  But you are also being watched by more powerful beings, and they begin to wonder about the source of your power.

   In three minutes, the train bound for the fog will crash into your house and take you away.

   Now you are faced with a choice.

  Option 1: Escape from the bed, then run out of the house, wander the streets at night, face two murderers and three cannibals, and start a **** duel with them.

  Option 2: Cover your head with a quilt, pretend nothing happened, and don’t know anything until you are picked up by the train to the gray fog.

  Option 3: Take out your mobile phone, swipe your circle of friends, and post a post, preferably taking a photo with Wei Wei.

  (end of this chapter)