Chapter 741: Black Cat Demanding Life, Yin Corpse Collecting Debt, No One Can Be at Peace

In the deep and dark Yinhe, the Nine Serenities qi flowed down like river water, and a withered yellow paper suddenly drifted over from ahead.

Qian Chen reached out to catch it, looked at it in his hand, and it was half a remnant talisman, containing wish power, a kind of paper money burned for ghosts and gods.

In the Yinhe beside him, there were even more white figures receiving these paper monies, but because of the arrival of the Nine Serenities incarnation, they hid on both sides!

Qian Chen pinched the half remnant, inevitably frowning slightly.

"Isn't this the talisman paper that Xiao Yu and the three of them pasted outside the paper boat?"

The ghosts and gods of the Nine Serenities are very reasonable. If they take your money, they will definitely do things, and generally won't make things difficult for you. In this world, the dead are much more law-abiding than the living!

The Nine Serenities laws monitor everything, and wanting to walk in this Yinhe, one must inevitably follow these laws.

The talisman paper was already quite fragile after being eroded by the Nine Serenities qi, and with a slight pinch in his hand, it almost rotted. But the wish power within it transformed into a kind of eerie magic power, condensing slightly in Qian Chen's hand, turning into a string of pure black iron money!

He threw it out casually, and the iron money scattered, and many Yin corpses rushed up to grab it.

"The wish power in the talisman paper, after the conversion of the Nine Serenities laws, turned into Yin Virtue Money! These Yin corpses fight for this money, either wanting to extend their Yin lifespan and continue to guard their obsession, or wanting to reincarnate..."

"Everyone knows that reincarnation must exist, and even the Buddhist sect can alternatively prove the Primordial Spirit in reincarnation, but no one has ever seen reincarnation with their own eyes!"

"Even in my memory, there is none! On the contrary, the demonic nature in the Dao Dust Bead seems to be branded with the mark of reincarnation."

"Legend has it that reincarnation has fallen into the control of the Buddhist sect, and I don't know if it's true..."

"It's too mysterious! Ear Dao God seems to know something, but also seems to know nothing. The brainless little monster, even ghosts don't know what it talked about with those Nine Serenities remnant souls..."

Qian Chen watched Ear Dao God riding on the golden body's shoulder, cheering as he went to catch those paper monies drifting down from upstream.

The golden body remains of the old monk had a calm face, without a trace of human air. Those various obsessions seemed to have disappeared from it, and now it walked slowly in the Yinhe, burying everything of the Huazang world with its corpse.

Qian Chen followed the traces of the paper money and caught up with the paper boat army...

The paper boats drifting on the Yinhe drifted out in a queue of nearly ten miles.

On the paper boat at the very front, a yin corpse drifted at the stern; the ancient female cultivator's corpse had a bone hairpin twisted into her hair, silently guarding the paper boat.

But the other paper boat beside it was even more horrifying. A black fur ball lay at the bow, stretching out its claws and frantically scratching at the paper boat. The talisman papers pasted all over it were scraped down with a clatter, and the bow of the paper boat had almost been hollowed out by the cat claws, and Nine Serenities qi had already permeated in!

The pitch-black fur ball had nine tails waving behind it, its whole body pitch black, only its four claws were stained with snow white.

Its agile big eyes looked toward the back when Qian Chen arrived. Seeing Qian Chen coming slowly, it lowered its body, lay on the ground with all four limbs, and looked at Qian Chen vigilantly!

The bow of the paper boat had already been hollowed out.

The old Daoist was nervously closing his eyes, and his gray-haired head was vaguely visible from the gap, and the cat claws were almost reaching his nose!

"Little guy!"

Qian Chen held the parasol and came to the side of the paper boat, sat down slowly, and grabbed the Xuan Cat into her arms, performing techniques to stroke it. She scratched the Xuan Cat's chin, and the Xuan Cat, which had been very vigilant, seemed to recognize something from this technique, immediately quieted down and enjoyed the servant's service, happily purring!

Its tail swayed, and its claws scooped, pulling Ear Dao God, who was secretly lifting the talisman paper, over.

Ear Dao God glanced at the Xuan Cat's whiskers, then looked at the talisman brush in his hand, immediately counterattacked in anger, and went to pull the cat's whiskers.

It looked like it wanted to make a small cat-whisker brush...

The old Daoist on the paper boat, at this time, was shivering!

Not long ago, the paper boat was drifting quietly on the Yinhe. He used the Yin-Yang technique to constantly detect the geomancy around him, and found that although they were all places of great evil, this paper boat isolated the evil qi and became dead silent, which was a geomantic formation of corpses lying across the Yinhe.

Although the outside world was dangerous, he could protect himself. As long as he waited quietly without moving, he could safely pass this tribulation...

Until that life-demanding cat meow sounded. At that time, the hexagram of the heart plate all turned into great evil, evil beyond measure.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, because once he saw this evil, it would become even more evil.

Then he heard that ghostly black cat digging his grave, clatter, creak... Not long ago, the paper boat had already been hollowed out into a big hole, and the old Daoist even felt a furry tail stretch in from the hole, coiling on his head, circling his hair bun.

This was measuring his head!

The old Daoist felt even colder in his heart. A black cat, scraping the paper boat, secretly stretching out its tail to measure his body.

This cat was extremely evil. Measuring him definitely had no good intentions; I fear it was ready with a coffin.

The old Daoist immediately secretly took out a piece of yellow rope, preparing to tie it up when the cat's tail stretched over again!

A nine-tailed Xuan Cat, nine tails were not much less than a human's arm, and each one represented a life.

Legend has it that a spirit cat has nine lives, but every time it dies, passes a death tribulation, it will grow a tail, and its body will also become blacker, until all nine lives are lost, turning into great evil, and it completely becomes a Xuan Cat!

A nine-tailed Xuan Cat is an existence that has died nine times, and finally is neither alive nor dead!

You must know, the further a Xuan Cat goes, the harder it is to die. How could the ninth time be easy to die? It must be great evil with millions of people buried with it, or even all living beings sinking!

"One tail, one life!"

"A living cat, one tail is an ordinary cat, and every extra one is more demonic and spiritual! It is a spirit cat with one tail every five hundred years."

"A dead cat, one tail means one life lost. One is called a cat ghost, already an extremely evil ghost. Dying nine times, it is terrifying to the extreme! A Xuan Cat protects its master but also hinders its master. It cannot be raised unless one is extremely wealthy, and its life is tied to its master. The master of a nine-tailed Xuan Cat must have monstrous destiny. Wanting to kill its ninth life... hiss!"

The old Daoist closed his eyes and suddenly took a cold breath.

Beside his ear, the sound of the Xuan Cat digging the paper board suddenly stopped, and he also figured it out!

"The master of the nine-tailed Xuan Cat should be the female immortal I met at the Guangling Demon Cave! Cultivating the Taiyin Refining Form technique, an existence wanting to transform into an immortal..."

He barely, almost tremblingly, opened his eyes a crack, but saw a woman's figure reflected on the bow of the paper boat, with the Xuan Cat in her arms, staring at him with ill intent.

The old Daoist's heart exploded, and his hair stood on end.

The cat claws scooped and slowly pressed on his face. The old Daoist hurriedly closed his eyes tightly.

And Qian Chen, holding the Xuan Cat, looked at the string of white shadows following the three brothers, dozens of Yin corpses sinking and floating, like floating against the current, accompanying the three people's paper boat.

One by one, Yin corpses with ancient appearances and gorgeous clothing from the period of the ancient divine dynasty, with their eyes open, floated up from the Yinhe to collect debts, pale and white.

On the three people's paper boat, incense fell, paper monies fell off, and the withered yellow paper money scattered in the smoke of the incense, turning into ashes and falling scattered.

The ashes stained those Yin corpses, piling up coins of incense Yin virtue on their foreheads.

Densely packed talisman papers floated above the Yinhe, like paper money dancing all over the sky.

Soon, a stack of big money piled up on the foreheads of the Yin corpses, and Yin corpses began to be pressed by the Yin money on their foreheads and sank into the Yinhe.

Only a few Yin corpses remained, not sinking, but began to slowly raise their heads and sit up, letting the iron money on their foreheads fall into the Yinhe...

"This little money isn't even enough for interest!"

Although it wasn't said like this, and they couldn't open their mouths, that was the meaning.

The Yin corpse language is broad and profound, and it can be translated and understood like this.

Only a few Yin corpses came toward the paper boat, it was Xiao Yu and Da Ge... Because the old Daoist had been scraped of a lot of paper money by the cat, only one or two coins fell on the foreheads of the Yin corpses, which completely angered all the Yin corpses.

One by one, iron money fell, one by one, Yin corpses suddenly sank into the Yinhe, and densely packed white shadows headed toward the old Daoist's paper boat.

Just this little money, are you dismissing ghosts!

They are all evil things dragged down by the Nine Serenities, extremely fierce! You expect to dismiss them with this two coins, this is expecting them to go grind for your family!

The old Daoist lay on the paper boat, suddenly feeling the boat getting heavier and heavier, as if many hands were pulling it. Originally the boat had a big hole, and now with someone digging underneath, Nine Serenities qi permeated in from the hole, like black water, submerging the old Daoist's body.

That Nine Serenities qi, Yin, dark, dead, absolute, resentful, filthy, poisonous...

It was still a white jade hook on the old Daoist's body, like a Yin-Yang fish, which emitted a dim pure Yang qi, protecting his body, but the old Daoist could only desperately lift his head, while his eyes were tightly closed.

"Can't look, can't look... this thing is not the master of the Xuan Cat!"

"A nine-tailed Xuan Cat is so evil, it even recognized the wrong master. Even ghosts don't know what that is! Take one look, and it's nine deaths and one life!"

The old Daoist struggled to reach out and grope, and a shrill cat meow came to his ear: "┗|｀O′|┛Meow~~"

Suddenly he grabbed a handful of iron money placed at the bow of the boat, and suddenly scattered it around. The Yin corpses clinging to the bottom of the boat broke away one after another and drifted toward that money. This paper boat, which had been stagnant in the middle of the Yinhe, suddenly became light and floated up again.

"My ancestors!"

The old Daoist felt his shoulder sink, and the Xuan Cat suddenly jumped onto his back. Nine tails hooked his neck and limb joints like a rope for hanging people. His heart sank, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a red parasol suddenly came to the top of his head, and a smear of blood-colored blade light lay across his neck behind him.

Just when he thought he was in a desperate situation...

"Old Daoist, catch!"

A clear shout came from the side, and a stretchable rope woven from the personal clothing of countless dead people and painted with witch spells was thrown from the black mist and landed at his feet.

The old Daoist hurriedly held his breath, hooked the rope with his feet, closed his eyes tightly, and pulled it over handful by handful.

Xiao Yu stained two copper coins with his own blood, placed them on his eyes, and stared at the old Daoist through the coin holes, shielding everything around him.

Just now he felt something was wrong, climbed up from the paper boat, used the money at the bow of the boat to drive away those difficult Yin corpses, but just took one look at the old Daoist, and almost provoked that terrifying existence!

That fierce spirit holding a red parasol was terrifying, possibly the incarnation of the Nine Serenities laws; living people would definitely die if they saw it.

A red line on Xiao Yu's neck explained this point. Almost... if not for a dead man's incense on the boat, which was an evil incense made from the last breath in a dead man's throat, he took a breath in a crisis.

The dead qi in that incense almost killed him!

Only then did he shield his own aura, so that the scythe didn't slash down.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Xiao Yu pulled the rope handful by handful, pulling the old Daoist's paper boat and the terrifying thing on the paper boat toward himself.

He covered his eyes with the life-buying money poured out from the tomb, covered his breathing with dead man's incense, wore white clothes for mourning, covered all his living person's aura, his face was as pale as a Yin corpse, and Nine Serenities qi poured onto his body like ice water, only then did he cover the Nine Serenities laws and pull the old Daoist's paper boat in front of him.

The old Daoist jumped up from the half-sunken paper boat, Xiao Yu pulled him, and the two fell onto Xiao Yu's paper boat. At this time, they spat out that breath of turbid air they had held for too long, their backs covered in cold sweat.

The paper boat covered their aura...

But just at this moment, a cat claw appeared on the side of the boat above their heads, and then another indescribable figure sat on the bow of the boat again.

The old Daoist and Xiao Yu's faces were gray, and they didn't dare to breathe, honestly lying side by side.

But because the paper boat, which originally only carried one person, was now side by side with two, it was inevitably a bit narrow and crowded, so the cat claws could easily hook them, stepping on them back and forth...

All of this was seen by Dan Chenzi of the Doushuai Palace not far away. There was no joy on his face. Now they were hiding in the pill furnace, and outside was a terrifying Demon God, using a kind of fire evil to refine them.

The Doushuai Palace's pill furnace was devoured by this terrifying demonic fire, unable to isolate that terrible power!

But also in the distance, a group of old Demon Lords of the Demon Path chanted the "Demon-Summoning Scripture" in unison. One by one, the true transmission disciples of the Demon Path were like consumables, screaming and turning into kalpa ash in the demonic fire. The Supreme Supreme Tian Mo desperately suppressed that terrifying sacrifice, not letting the Demon Soul fragments summoned from the depths of the Nine Serenities blood-sacrifice and devour them all.

"What kind of existence is this Zhurong Demon God? Why is it so fierce?"

An old demon who had cultivated an immortal demon body screamed, trying his best to resist the demonic fire burning his divine soul and demon body.

He screamed: "Even a Nine Serenities Demon God, after enjoying our sacrifices, wouldn't have the reason not to let anyone go. If this continues, who would dare to summon Him?"

"Damn it! The Zhurong Demon God is a true name of a Demon God we heard in the Nine Serenities decades ago. We originally thought this demon had fallen for too long, so we could try to worship it and control it for our Nine Serenities Dao! I didn't expect this Demon God had not completely fallen. Responding to the Demon-Summoning Scripture is a trap, wanting to use this to revive!" the Nine Serenities Supreme Supreme Tian Mo said in a panic.

Besides the Doushuai and Nine Serenities being entangled by the Zhurong Demon Soul, the Shaoqing's Jianmu Boat also brought trouble.

That Jianmu small boat grew bigger and bigger in the Nine Serenities long river, as if the Jianmu cut into a boat was still growing.

Countless branches grew out from the Yinhe, hanging full of corpses that were extremely powerful, among which there were many Daoists wearing Daoist robes and raising Shaoqing sword fingers.

The Shaoqing old Daoist standing at the bow had a bitter face and turned to Yan Shu: "Once you enter the Nine Serenities, you will be stained with karma!"

"Guanghan has the old people of the Moon God, the Cold Moon Supreme Supreme Tian Mo! Penglai also provoked the ominousness in the Yinhe..."

"This time it's our turn!"

Yan Shu looked at the giant tree growing out of the Yinhe, hanging full of corpses and becoming more terrifying, couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and asked: "Uncle Zangshan Laozu, what exactly is the trouble with our Shaoqing?"

"The old body of the Jianmu Zangshan Laozu! The Jianmu cut down by our Shaoqing Zangshan Laozu!"

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The Northern Wei gathered on the Ice Well Terrace, looking at the old terrace that was constantly collapsing and revealing countless corpses.

The Great Wei Cao Huangshu and the Buddhist Great Power joined forces to suppress it, fighting repeatedly with the boundless corpses. A red dragon corpse eroded from the Yinhe rolled and entangled toward the Ice Well Terrace. The Seven Treasures Spiritual Light gathered by the Buddhist artifacts was immediately shaken and broken, and several people on the terrace were dragged into the Yinhe...

Looking closely, that dragon body was like an illusion, originating from countless corpses wearing red armor under the Yinhe.

Those corpses were all terrifyingly powerful, just revealing a trace of aura, and almost destroyed the Northern Wei... If they really struck, I fear the Ice Well Terrace couldn't resist either.

The Great Wei Cao Huangshu looked at the red dragon corpse, couldn't help but groan, and said with difficulty: "Flame Han Dragon Qi!"

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On the Clan Records of the Southern Jin, countless old ancestral temples floated up!

The destiny of countless aristocratic families destroyed in the great kalpa at the end of the Han Dynasty appeared, turning into broken ancestral temples and graves. Those with amazing foundations but who died in the kalpa, the bones of the public and ministers were trampled by ten thousand people, and the seeds of the aristocratic families were not as good as pigs and dogs.

The embers of the tragic great kalpa appeared again, and endless resentful spirits entangled.

An aristocratic family disciple had broken clothes, blood constantly dripping from his body, as if wearing a blood-colored garment, suddenly turned around on the spiritual light of the Clan Records, his eyes pitch black.

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At this moment, all the forces above the Yinhe almost all encountered terrifying existences!

And the vast faint light at the exit of the Yinhe suddenly lit up.

At the exit, a vast aura suddenly came, pressing those struggling in kalpas and terror to breathe... ===== CHAPTER 742 =====