I have a book of good and evil

"It's already here?"

Feng Bingwen slapped away a group of ghosts gathered together, destroyed a ghost nest, and then slipped out a round black cocoon from it. The weak and boneless figure fell from it, exuding a faint, almost non-existent vitality.

"again!"

Taking a look at the Youming Dao female cultivator who has been hiding in the ghost nest with the secret technique of feigning death, Feng Bingwen didn't bother to wake her up to communicate with her, so he casually patted a stream of Yimu Qingqi into her body, Throwing her into the blessed land again, the group of Nether Dao disciples who have been rescued by him will help deal with it.

"When did this happen?"

"How do I know that?"

Yuxu Immortal Cauldron replied unhappily, and then became a little uncertain,
"Probably when I asked you if you want to be a ghost master?"

"So you're just talking nonsense to me? And since you've already sensed it, why didn't you tell me, it made me worry all the time!"

Hearing this, Feng Bingwen began to swear again. He knew that there was a big boss on top of him, so how could he be so scrupulous? .

"What's there to say to you? I don't think you're having a good time killing here? It's a good thing to have scruples. What if my master is here, and now he's fighting with people, so he doesn't have the extra energy to care about you! "

"Then what's the situation now? Have all the immortals in the Nether Dao been suppressed?"

Feng Bingwen hurriedly asked, don't look at him tossing around for so long, but if the boss who came from the top is not strong enough, he will do whatever he wants, everything is just a futile struggle.

"What's the rush? I'm still fighting, but I can tell you clearly that even if my master can't pacify the Nether Dao, he can retreat calmly!"

Yuxu Xianding said solemnly.

"Where do you have such confidence?"

Feng Bingwen was amazed at once, Taoist Chunyang is famous, even at his level, he is not an ordinary person, but if he reaches that level of practice, will there be mediocre people?
There must be no one, one hits two, one hits three, Feng Bingwen will have sufficient confidence in this Taoist master, but how can there be only two or three golden immortals in the Nether Dao, who are determined to open up the great foundation of the Nether Immortal Dao, But not so superficial.

"It's not that I have self-confidence, the master brought the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation here!"

"Slaying Immortal Sword Formation!?"

Feng Bingwen's eyes widened. For the immortals, this is also a sword formation in the legend. In the sword formation of killing immortals, immortality is a joke.

"Not bad! It's already displayed on the top. If I feel that there is no mistake, there should be an old guy gone!"

"What do you mean by gone?"

Feng Bingwen's breathing became a little rough.

"It's gone, it's gone, there's nothing left in this world, not a single trace."

"This……"

Feng Bingwen was greatly shocked, but couldn't help but ask again,
"Is the one who was cut off by the Immortal Sword Formation the Golden Immortal?"

"Of course, if it's a fairy, my master will pass by with a slap. Why bother?"

"It turns out that the Golden Immortal will also die, and ten thousand years of hard work will become nothing in one day!"

Upon receiving this news, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but feel a little sad, excited and sad at the same time.

Most likely it is the death of the rabbit and the sorrow of the fox, and things hurt its kind!
A practitioner who had gone a long way on the road of cultivation and seeking, and even touched the peak of this world, fell down.

This is extremely shocking to Feng Bingwen, who is still only in the Dongxuan Realm. The goal he set for himself in the beginning of his practice was nothing more than a fairy. wishes.

But now, Feng Bingwen suddenly knew that even the golden immortals who were one level higher than the heavenly immortals would fall, and they couldn't avoid being killed.

Then the Celestial Fruit Status he was pursuing was nothing compared to it. Facing the most powerful person in the world, listening to the meaning of the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron's words was nothing more than a slap in the face.

"Boy Feng, what are you thinking? Why did you suddenly become so depressed, and there are disciples of the Nether Dao waiting for you to rescue them? Hurry up to save people and complete your plan.

At that time, you can pretend to be a tiger, and control the Nether Dao with the body of a human being. Think about how majestic this is, even if you look forward ten thousand years, and look ten thousand years later, maybe there will be no monks like you . "

Probably because he knew that his family's backer was just above his head, the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron was also very excited at this moment, and encouraged Feng Bingwen.

"I'm thinking about longevity! How can I truly live forever?"

"Real immortality? Feng boy, what nonsense are you talking about? You want to seek longevity, and you can cultivate to the heavenly immortal step by step, honestly survive the three disasters and nine calamities, and then you can prepare to be promoted to the golden immortal!"

When Yuxu Xianding heard Feng Bingwen's words, he immediately responded angrily.

"However, the so-called immortality is just a slap in the face to your master. What's the use of cultivating such immortality?"

"Don't tell me that. When you go back to the mountain gate, go to your master and discuss it with a few fellow disciples. I think your master should give you a slap to let you understand the use of immortal immortality!"

"My master may not be my opponent!"

Hearing this, Feng Bingwen couldn't help touching his chin, and then he was a little uncertain.

"Tsk, boy, you are floating!"

"It's just a fact!"

"Then you can write down what you said, I will complain to your master when the time comes, so don't blame me!"

"Don't be a son of man!"

"I am an object, not a human being!"

"Pooh!"

"Okay, when you recover, hurry up and save people. Don't feel sorry for the spring and autumn here. My teeth are going to be sore. I want to sigh, wait until you cultivate to a fairy. As for my master, such a person, you Do you think you can see it if you want to touch it? Even if you touch it, you don't even bother to look at you, who do you think you are?"

"That's right!"

Feng Bingwen laughed in response, but he was noncommittal about what Yuxu Xianding said.

It is difficult for him to judge whether the innate gods and men he met are stronger or weaker than the Taoist Chunyang.

After all, although he had seen the former before, he couldn't see the details clearly. The gap was too great. As for the latter, he had only heard his name until now, and he had never even seen his true deity. There is no comparison.

But there is one thing he can be sure of, that is, these existences are all at the same level, and he can only look up to the realm that is hard to reach.

And when he came into contact with the Xiantian Godman for the first time, he was just a little miraculous, and he hadn't set foot in cultivation yet.

Therefore, it can be inferred from this that he has not less opportunities to contact those extreme beings between heaven and earth.If you look at it this way, the cultivation level of the Celestial Immortal is not safe at all, and the so-called Longevity Dao Fruit is not fragrant at all.

"Boy Feng, go!"

Feng Bingwen continued his great cause of saving people, but as one after another Nether Dao disciples were rescued by him and stuffed into the blessed land, when the number approached three hundred, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

Because he is not the only immortal who is saving people in this side of the underworld, and even the number of wild and famous beasts flying in the high sky is much smaller, so if there are any, it will be passed down from afar. Come on, the roar echoing between heaven and earth is about to disappear.

"It's almost over!"

Watching the sky being torn apart, another immortal came down from the torn sky, Feng Bingwen stopped, and no longer competed with these Immortals of the Nether Dao who hurriedly rushed over for some reason.

"It seems that it should be soon, boy Feng, are you ready? I think you will soon become the number one minister of the Nether Dao!"

"What is the first official? What nonsense are you talking about? This is not a secular country!"

"The meaning is the same, the big difference!"

Yuxu Immortal Cauldron and Feng Bingwen chattered, seeing streaks of immortal light interweaving and permeating the sky, gradually dispelling the dark clouds of Yin Qi that had been hovering over this Netherland.

The changing celestial phenomena made the surviving disciples of the Nether Dao who had not been rescued feel at ease, while the ghosts of the Netherworld who were wandering and raging trembled because of it, looking for a dark hiding place to hide, and did not dare to show their faces again.

"Feng Daozi!"

A shout came from behind, Feng Bingwen turned his head to look, and suddenly saw the sky in the distance, there was a flying boat that was as tall as a thousand feet, like a city relying on the sky, was slowly moving forward.

And among this huge flying magic weapon, there is a great immortal who is extremely small but has a strong sense of existence compared to it, and is waving at Feng Bingwen.

"Win Immortal Master Luo!"

Feng Bingwen recognized the emperor at a glance, after all, the beard is too conspicuous and iconic.

It was just that Feng Bingwen had just set off and was about to go up to meet him, when he suddenly felt that the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron, which had been immersed in his dantian, suddenly burst into unprecedented brilliance.

Immortal light flowed out from his abdomen, filled his body in an instant, tore the void in an instant, engulfed him and rushed into it, heading for an unknown void.

Seeing such a sudden change, the Immortal Master Yingluo raised his hand and wanted to do something, but he quickly sensed it, and immediately he straightened his robes respectfully, made a bow, and then commanded the majestic Rufu under his feet The flying boat in the empty city turned around and went about its own business.

In the hidden emptiness, Feng Bingwen, who was surrounded by the celestial light, quickly regained his composure after the initial astonishment.

"Your master wants to summon me?"

"Clever! How did you guess that?"

"If it wasn't for your master's order, would you be willing to spend such a huge amount?"

"Of course I don't want to. Didn't you see the scars on my body? But when the master is by my side, these scars are nothing!"

In just a few words, Feng Bingwen was engulfed by the celestial light and arrived at a vast and boundless place of nothingness. Everything he saw was chaos.

"Boy, what are you looking at? Don't hurry up and salute, do you want me to teach you this kind of thing?"

Before Feng Bingwen took a second look at the voice of hating iron for not making steel, it sounded in his heart. Feng Bingwen was stunned, and soon saw an ugly man sitting cross-legged in the seemingly boundless chaos. Amazingly mediocre Taoist.

"Disciple Feng Bingwen, pay homage to Taoist Chunyang!"

Although he didn't feel any oppressive force, Feng Bingwen knew it well, and walked obediently, in the chaotic void, and then knelt down and kowtowed.

To him, Dao Zun's disciple is an existence at the level of his ancestors. The cultivation of him by the Supreme Dao of the Ether, and the many resources he obtained from the Dao of the Supreme Dao, this bow is justified.

And when his voice echoed in nothingness, Feng Bingwen suddenly felt a pair of flat eyes falling on him. Although the eyes gave him a sense of gentleness, Feng Bingwen also felt a kind of innocence all over his body in an instant. The feeling of being seen through.

This is definitely not an illusion. Feng Bingwen knew that when a low-level monk faced a high-level monk, he really couldn't hide any secrets.

At this moment, even Feng Bingwen was a little nervous, he couldn't help but imagine, if the Heavenly Book existed, what would happen if the Taoist Chunyang in front of him discovered it?
But if you think about it carefully, even if you are discovered, it seems to be nothing. After all, the other party should have reached the limit that the world can tolerate. What is the use of the heavenly book that will respond to good deeds and evil deeds?
"Not bad!"

A thousand-year-old trance rose in his heart for a moment, and Feng Bingwen didn't know how long it took before he finally heard an elegant and gentle voice.

"Get up!"

Feng Bingwen stood up obediently, and found that the gentle gaze of the Taoist sitting cross-legged in the chaos was still on him.

It's just that Feng Bingwen felt that although the unattractive Taoist Chunyang in front of him was looking at him, his eyes fell on his eldest disciple following some hidden connection, or He saw through his blessed land.

After a long period of peace, Feng Bingwen felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to speak rashly, so he carefully looked around from the corner of his eyes, but caught a glimpse of the Taoist's back with a few swords randomly inserted.

Some of the swords had undried blood stains on the blades, and there was no special breath or slight pressure on them, but when Feng Bingwen saw the blood stains, he still felt a sense of fright.

"Come!"

There seems to be no concept of time here, and Feng Bingwen also felt that he had lost the perception of time. Taoist Chunyang raised his palm after looking at him for an unknown amount of time, and made a light move, and a celestial light shot from his dantian immediately. The shot fell into the broad palm with slender and powerful fingers.

"master!"

Feng Bingwen couldn't help the flattering voice of baring his teeth, and he couldn't help but cast a glance at the small broken tripod that fell on the Taoist master's palm, the palm print on it was still clearly visible.

"No problem!"

A faint voice sounded, and then Feng Bingwen looked at the marks on the small broken tripod, which dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye until they disappeared.