Urban divine farmer medical immortal

These people opened their luggage bags and took out a large pile of yellow and orange runes with various patterns. Later, the two of them pasted the runes on their bodies. In a few minutes, these people were covered with colorful runes all over their bodies, and they were stunned.

Sunan observed that most of these Fu records are fake, only a few of them emit a faint aura, but even so, this is the lowest Fu record.

Surprised, Sunan said, "where did you get this thing?"

Make complaints about him. These two of them are really born calves and not afraid of tigers. With these copycat and low level symbols, they want to enter the ghost city of the capital. This is not the death of tricks.

The most important thing... These guys don't know yet, with confident smiles on their faces.

Lin Huan saw the surprised look of Sunan. He raised his head slightly with satisfaction and said, "ah, asshole, these runes are bought in the black market at a high price. There is no market for them. Runes can exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, subdue demons and demons. Hum, with these runes, we can enter Fengdu ghost town freely."

Sunan big mouth, in the heart some can't bear to expose them, "you... Confirm this thing works?"

When he saw South of Jiangsu suspected their equipment, Wang Mingdou's face was full of anger, pointing to the ghosts of his body. He said, "woodlouse, which is not knowledgeable, is bought by heaven."

South of Jiangsu would like to tell them that these symbols are not fairy lights at all, because the gods can not draw these shit toys. For a long time, there is no such feeling of curse. Obviously they are woodlouse themselves, and they are still elated by others.

If the other party is a cultivator, with the temperament of Sunan, he would have been a fan for a long time. But the other party is still a group of young people who don't know the greatness of heaven and earth, and can't do it at all.

If the people in the training circles know that the hall Lord of the hall of the Tang Ling Xiao Ling is being scolded into woodlouse by a group of two teenagers, they will not be laughed off their teeth.

Wang Ming was rendered speechless by nouveau riche's words. He looked at South of Jiangsu with his pride and defiance. In the heart, he even estimated that the woodlouse was frightened by his own tyrant behavior in the heart of South of Jiangsu.

These two teenagers come from all over the country. They usually communicate on the Internet. They are local tyrants in the eyes of ordinary people. They have a natural sense of superiority.

It's hard for Sunan to say anything, and he knows that no matter what he says, they won't believe it.

In the end, he just said, "you... Take care of yourself. This thing can't protect you at all. You can go back where you come from. It's not so easy to become a peerless master."

"Cut..."

Sunan's advice had no effect at all. On the contrary, it caused a burst of sobs.

"Asshole, do you mean to scare us, so that you can own the resources after we leave?" Lin Huan is a tone that I can see through your mind.

"Huanhuan, let's leave him alone. Let's go first." The people behind urged them to look at Fengdu ghost town. They were not afraid, but excited.

Lin Huan nodded and finally took a look at Sunan, "ah, asshole, are you sure you don't follow us?"

Sunan shook his head, "No."

"Huanhuan, hurry up."

Walking in front of Wang Ming saw Lin Huan still talking with Sunan, frowning.

"Oh, here it is." Lin Huan answered, and then followed him into the entrance of Fengdu ghost town. Sunan sighed that these young people are really brave.

Looking at the back of these two teenagers gradually covered by the black fog, and finally disappeared in front of them, Sunan just began to enter Fengdu ghost town. At the moment when he just stepped in, a chill came. It was as cold as bone. Suddenly, he shivered.

"It's weird. It can't really be the remains of the underworld."

Sunan has some expectations. If it's not unusual here, he is disappointed.

"Click!"

At this time, a crisp sound came from his feet. Looking down, he stepped on a piece of white hand bone. As soon as Sunan was ready to move away, his eyes suddenly showed some dignified color.

I saw the ground was still flat, suddenly began to wriggle, and then, dense bones of hands, dense, stretched out from the ground, at first glance, where there is road ahead, is already full of bones of hands.

"Play the devil!"

Sunan cold hum, as if did not see these hand bones, head straight forward.

"Click, click!"

On the ground came the sound of maosu's chilling broken bones, which made people sweat to stand up, but Sunan strode forward as if he didn't hear it.

Although these hand bones are very attractive, if they were ordinary people, they would have been scared to death. Some timid people would have been scared to death. But in front of such a powerful practitioner as Sunan, these hand bones are no different from grass mustard.

After walking for a few minutes, when I looked back, I found that the original white bone road was flat again.

"It's not magic. It's not hallucination. It's strange." Sunan said to himself that he didn't find any difference in his current cultivation.

After walking for a few minutes, the fog is getting thicker and thicker in front, and the visibility is less than two meters.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Just at this time, the wind suddenly came from his ears. Sunan Yu Guang swept away and saw two dark coffins flying past him. Then, more and more coffins, like vehicles, shuttled around Sunan.

These coffins are in good order, sometimes stop, sometimes fly, just like a car on the road. Sunan is stunned. Several times, Sunan wants to break the coffin beside him to find out what's inside.

Finally, he held back, these coffins did not offend him, and even some coffins that were about to hit Sunan stopped to give way to Sunan.

Sunan touched his nose and said to himself, "it's strange. Even the coffin knows the traffic order."

At this time, he couldn't help thinking about how the group of middle-aged and second-class teenagers just passed through these places. As a cultivator, he was not afraid of these places, but a group of ordinary middle-aged and second-class teenagers were not so calm.

"Well, if you can meet them again, throw them out."

After walking the coffin Road, the thick fog in front of it suddenly dispersed, and an ancient gate appeared at the end of the road. The gate seemed to be empty all around, standing alone in front of it. On the top of the gate, there were three small seal characters - the netherworld!

Sunan stopped outside the gate, did not rashly enter, whispered: "the nether world, is it really the hell behind the gate?"

Just as he was about to walk at the gate, a dark and terrible voice rang out in his ear.