The ghost corpse was killed more than twenty pieces.

The mountain ghost killed eleven.

The evil ghost-level Yinsha ghost also killed both ends.

In total, the pain power Cheng Yuan had at this moment reached an astonishing 509 drops, which was a huge amount.

"What level can so much pain power make the semi-demonic state reach?" Cheng Yuan was a little excited and expectant.

Although his previous battle with the ghost of the underworld has tested his amazing progress in strength, it also exposed Cheng Yuan's weaknesses.

His cultivation time as a celestial being was too short, and his basic strength was too weak, so he could barely reach the threshold of a celestial being.

Although he can compete with or even suppress the ghost in his semi-demon state, he cannot last long.

Cheng Yuan's cultivation is already extremely fast, and it is ten times faster than that of ordinary gods. He can only slowly accumulate time.

The only way to quickly improve your strength is to practice semi-demonic posture.

If you can practice your semi-demonic state to a state that you can always maintain...

This time, it was not Cheng Yuan who should escape, but the ghost.

"Speaking of this, I also got about fifty portions of the power of the underworld."

Cheng Yuan took Chu Mingzhu out of the hilt of the knife, played with it for a while, put it back, thinking: "However, the normal new heavenly beings are far less powerful than me, and can hunt so many ghosts at once."

Originally, Cheng Yuan wanted to ask Huo Dao to help him deal with these dark divine powers and exchange them for money.

But after thinking about it, this will obviously reveal his strength, so I'll wait a while before talking about it.

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Two quarters of an hour later, Cheng Yuan returned to Youhe County.

Standing in front of the majestic city gate, he was in a crowd of people coming and going, and he was a little dazed.

Just two quarters of an hour ago, he was still in a dark place like the Desolate Tomb Mountain, fighting with terrifying ghosts.

Now he has returned to the world of mortals.

Looking at the people passing by, Cheng Yuan suddenly frowned, and a faint haze rose in his heart.

The deserted tomb mountain just thirty miles away is a terrifying place where countless ghosts gather.

A mountain ghost needs a martial arts master to hold a magic weapon in his hand to fight against the killing.

The ghost corpses among them can only be dealt with by the masters of martial arts.

If you go a little deeper, you can meet the Yinsha ghosts that are comparable to the heavenly beings, and even the extremely powerful Nether ghosts.

If the ghosts in it surge out one day, what can you use to resist the mere Youhe County?

During the Tianren Trial Test, the thousands of internal martial artists in the square made him sigh at the number of masters in Youhe County.

But even those martial arts masters who exceed the age limit are included.

Even thousands of internal warriors in Youhe County are not enough to be stuck in the gap between the teeth when facing the endless ghosts in the desolate graves.

"Why do I think of this?" Cheng Yuan suddenly shook his head and smiled.

"The sky fell, and there was Tianyusi blocking it. I can't even kill a ghost now, so it's useless to worry about it."

After entering the city, Cheng Yuan wanted to return to Tianyusi directly.

However, along the way, Cheng Yuan always felt that the pedestrians around him, regardless of gender, age, seemed to be a little attention to him.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

Cheng Yuan lowered his head and looked at his thick clothes. Although he was durable, the fierce battles, armpits, corners, etc. before were torn apart, and a lot of dust was stained with.

"Why did you forget this?" He was speechless.

Although it is not a shame, I still feel a little embarrassed.

On the way, I just caught a glimpse of a ready-to-wear shop. He patted his clothes and dusted them and walked straight in.

When you enter the door, the garment shop counter and the shelves at the back are filled with various fabrics, silks, brocades, etc., and the decorations are clean and tidy.

Behind the counter, there was a middle-aged man with a rich appearance, wearing silk clothes, and seemed to be the shopkeeper, looking at a roll of fabric.

When he noticed Cheng Yuan coming in, he quickly stood up and greeted him, "This guest official, should you mend clothes, buy materials, or make clothes?"

"Making clothes." Cheng Yuan went straight to the preaching.

"Yun Niang, there is a guest official who makes clothes!" The shopkeeper shouted to the back hall, and a soothing woman quickly lifted up the curtain and hurried out.

"Guest, do you want a long and short shirt? What's the style?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Long gown, it's easy."

"Customer, I'll measure the size for you first." The woman took out the wooden ruler, measured the rope, and carefully measured it for Cheng Yuan.

"By the way, we have it here, depending on what materials you like."

After the size is equal, the shopkeeper has introduced his own materials, silk, brocade, silk, rough steps, fine cloth, etc.

"Just this fine cloth."

After touching the silk, brocade, silk, etc., it felt too smooth.

Cheng Yuan, who is used to wearing coarse cloth clothes, feels very uncomfortable. He chose a white fine cloth material, which is dense, sturdy and comfortable.

Soon, the price was calculated, totaling two or three cents of silver.

This price is already quite expensive.

Ordinary rural mountain people, who farm and hunt in a year, only get about ten taels of silver.

These two or three cents are considered to be the accumulation of their two or three months of not eating or drinking.

"The price is not low." Cheng Yuan was also a little surprised.

Like in Heiyuan Town, a coarse cloth dress costs only two or three hundred coins, which is equivalent to two or three cents of silver.

In Chengjiazhuang, the fabric I bought from my own home and sewed it myself. Although it is strong and durable, the style is still not as good as that of a garment store.

This is why, Li Youshan and others could see at a glance that Cheng Yuan was from the rural village.

"Customer, you have to wait three days. After three days, you will come and pick it up." The shopkeeper said.

"Um."

This requires a part of the deposit, but Cheng Yuan didn't care about this and directly gave the money to dress up.

After leaving the garment shop, Cheng Yuan returned directly to Tianyusi and passed by the base of the trial warriors.

He asked a nearby Tianyusi manager and found the yard where Cheng Yongye and Cheng Yunchuan were located.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yongye's yard was wide open and he was drinking tea in it.

"Uncle Nagao." Cheng Yuan shouted at the door with a smile.

"A Yuan?"

Cheng Yongye was happy: "Come on, come in and sit for a while."

Cheng Yuan went in and sat down casually. Cheng Yongye seemed to have practiced just now, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What do you usually do in the trial of heaven and man?" Cheng Yuan asked curiously.

"Hmm?" Cheng Yongye looked at him in surprise: "Didn't Lord Huo ask you to participate in the trial?"

Cheng Yuan choked all of a sudden.

He has become a god long ago, so why are you trying?

"Mr. Huo only taught me the True Source Foundation Building Method." Cheng Yuanlian said.

"It shouldn't be..." Cheng Yongye frowned in confusion: "We have to go through a lot of physical training every day to keep the internal energy of qi and blood at the peak at all times, and to nourish our spirits."

"This Tianyusi has added a lot of medicinal materials to the meal every day. It is said that the Little Essence Pill will be distributed in the next few days. At that time, I will not even eat the food, and I will only temper my body and practice the True Source Foundation Building Method."

Cheng Yuan nodded and suddenly asked, "By the way, where is cousin Yunchuan?"

"I've been holding my energy to practice."

Cheng Yongye said helplessly: "Practice early and late. If he didn't want to maintain his body's qi and blood, I guess he wouldn't even want to eat."

He was the same back then.

Unfortunately, if you want to be a god, you cannot just work hard.

Even talent, hard work, money and resources, expert guidance, etc. have no decisive effect.

Every year, only two or three internal martial artists will become celestial beings at most.

That thing is floating.

Cheng Yuan was also a little helpless. He was relying on the system to become a god.

He couldn't help Cheng Yongye and Cheng Yunchuan either.

"Tsk tsk, if I could really become a god."

Cheng Yongye sighed: "A celestial being is said to be able to easily possess extremely powerful and wealth. The ancestors of the big families in Youhe County are all celestial beings."

"As soon as I became a god, I moved our village to Youhe County, but I no longer have to worry about those terrible dangers."

He looked forward with some regret.
Chapter completed!