The startled look turned into a look of shock.

Xiao Erzhu looked up in shock.

Cao Erzhu also looked up in shock.

In his memory...he forgot whether this paragraph existed in his memory, and he even forgot how he answered it at that time.

Just when I was waiting for my childhood self to answer my questions.

"when--"

…

"Dad?"

Cao Erzhu jumped up from the bed, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

The sound of hammering coming from the partition wall shattered his childhood and made his heart beat loudly.

"Having another nightmare..."

"It's really not a good time to sleep lately."

Cao Erzhu yawned, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the quilt and got out of bed.

He took only half a step with his bare feet, pushed open the door, then bent down and walked out.

"Morning, Dad."

In front of the forging bench, Dad was still wearing a big cloak, holding a sledgehammer and thinking about something, "Practice."

The iron gate is still chained.

Through the gap, the strong wind howled outside.

Winter has just entered, and snow has already fallen in the town, which is exactly like the scene in the dream.

"Hehe..." Cao Erzhu laughed out loud and scratched his head with his big hands, feeling extremely happy.

It’s been half a year.

After careful calculation, it has been seven or eight months since Brother Meng and Ai Congsheng finished their battle, and winter has entered the Central Territory again.

After that, I went back to the town and found that my father was alive again and had built a house.

magic!

After being at home for half a year and doing ironwork every day, my father soon stopped drinking.

This is simply a peaceful time, and there is nothing happier than this in the world.

"only……"

He glanced at the window, looked at the broken sky, and looked at the ownerless holy power, sword thoughts, and soul shadows that flashed outside the window from time to time.

Cao Erzhu knew that his happy time was running out.

"Dad, I won't practice today. I want to go out for a walk." Erzhu mumbled while washing his face and putting on his shoes.

Cao Yihan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this stupid son to refuse at all, and immediately turned his head.

Not only was he thick and burly, he also had a wide face, with flesh all over his face, and his tiger eyes were as sharp as a flash.

This is not a stare.

This is just the state of sobriety after not drinking too much.

Although Cao Erzhu knew this, he tried to adapt to it for a long time, but he still couldn't adapt.

When I was rinsing my mouth, I felt like a light on my back, so I turned around and said: "Practice, I will definitely make up for it the next day!"

"Having another nightmare?" That's good. Dad was indeed not glaring, and his tone was calm.

"Yeah." Erzhu nodded and hissed again, "But when I woke up, I seemed to have forgotten what I had just dreamed..."

"You've been very sleepy lately."

"It seems so?" Erzhu tilted his head to think, but with no result yet, his father said:

"Gui Buddha, I can influence you."

Boom!

Suddenly there was a low pounding sound of heartbeat outside the shop.

The power of this sound is so penetrating that it can pass through the flesh and blood and penetrate directly into the heart, bone marrow, and soul.

The hairs all over Cao Erzhu's body stood up, as if the soles of his feet had been scratched by a ghost, and his whole body was agitated.

After that, he became a little discouraged and said:

"I'll pay attention."

Cao Yihan said no more, put down the hammer, waved his hand, and walked towards the wine cellar:

"When you go out, remember to punish the gods and rob the possessed ones. Don't show off."

"The fact that the power of ghosts and Buddhas can affect you proves that the world of ghosts and Buddhas is no longer suitable for a semi-saint spiritual refiner."

"You go and live in Xingjie. By the way, I have a message for Xu Xiaoshou. I will also take a rest today. I will not teach Che Shen Nian. Let him go to the Eight Masters to hone his sword skills!"

The 'famous swordsmanship' created by Brother Xiaoshou... Cao Erzhu's eyes flashed with fire, he arched his body and clenched his fists:

"good!"

…

"Bang!"

However, the iron chain was unfastened and the iron door was torn open by the strong wind.

Cao Erzhu squinted his eyes, stooped out of the blacksmith shop against the whistling fine snowflakes, and closed the door behind him.

Half a year later, the town is no longer the Changde town with simple folk customs.

Looking up, what chills people on the street is not the whistling cold wind, but the raging sword intent, holy power, and ghosts.

"Hey——"

It's just such an effort to show off.

A red-haired fierce ghost that was only as tall as a man rushed forward, with a single horn and big eyes, and claws as long as a sword three feet long, and it grabbed him with a shrill scream.

Cao Erzhu raised his flashlight and flashed it.

The red-haired fierce ghost couldn't even scream, and turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

"Don't even come here!"

Cao Erzhu shouted loudly, and purple electricity appeared all over his body. He was full of righteous and yang energy, which was just enough to restrain these extremely yin ghosts.

In fact, the red-haired fierce ghost just now is not weak.

If another person were to attack this ghost, at least the Grandmaster would not be able to withstand an ordinary blow, and some Dao Realm Thrones who were not good at the Way of the Soul would probably be beaten to death.

It is really about punishing gods, punishing heaven, and defeating ghosts, and it takes half a year...

"Why don't you canonize me?"

Clenching his fists, Cao Erzhu still couldn't understand. Wouldn't it be better to break away from the shackles?

In half a year, I have been at the same level as Brother Xiao Shou, both stuck at the peak of Spirit Refining Taixu.

The road was blocked, and it was difficult to change his destiny in a short period of time, so Brother Shou embarked on the path of "famous swordsmanship" in half a year.

Cao Erzhu couldn't learn that much, let alone integrate. He just continued to follow his father and focus on the study of "God Punishment and Tribulation".

There is no end to learning.

I'm afraid my father's realm will never be surpassed in his lifetime.

"call out!"

Just as he was thinking about this, an unknown holy power passed by in front of him.

Just like the habit he had developed over the past few months, Cao Erzhu subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it and opened his mouth to eat it.

"No, it will be contaminated..."

He quickly gave up this choice and said "switch", turning into lightning and rushing towards the destination of his trip - the place where the ghosts and Buddhas who are the source of pollution are located.

It is well known in the world of ghosts and Buddhas that ownerless holy power can be swallowed freely, but if the voice of ghosts and Buddhas can affect people, it is best not to eat it, otherwise they will be contaminated by the power of ghosts and Buddhas.

What is the world of ghosts and Buddhas?

Half a year ago, Brother Meng and his father worked together to reshape the ancient War God Platform, connect the ruins of the God of War, and use the ghosts and Buddhas as the starting point to enclose nearly half of the land in the Central Region, lakes and seas, to create a "War God Realm"

.

The God of War Realm is half a territory wide, the rules are the highest, and the upper limit can be transcended. It is prepared for war.

People from the world came one after another, but they had not yet begun to realize the truth. Within a few days, the ghosts and Buddhas moved strangely, and along with the strange heartbeats, they began to weave dreams, spreading the power of ghosts and Buddhas, and soon the entire God of War world was polluted.

So far, all the people who cannot escape from the God of War Realm have turned into fierce ghosts, and the wild beasts in the barren mountains have completely disappeared. Except for those at a high level, all living beings may be able to transcend, so they are not afraid of death and dare to challenge the power of ghosts and Buddhas to practice.
To be continued...