Traveling to the world of immortality and becoming a magician

Time goes back to a few months ago, in a courtyard on the top of the south peak of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Beasts.

An old man with an immortal spirit was sitting in the yard, explaining the cultivation techniques to his valued disciple.

The old man had a kind face and asked the junior in front of him in a gentle tone: "Is there anything you don't understand about the Heart Sutra of Beast Control?"

Just when the young disciple was about to speak, he heard a loud noise coming from the courtyard door.

The young disciple turned his head subconsciously and saw a beautiful young woman in royal attire violently pushing open the courtyard door.

When the young disciple saw the person coming, he quickly stood up and saluted and said, "Disciple has met Master's wife!"

However, the young woman ignored him at all. Her pretty face was full of panic. As soon as she saw the old man sitting in the yard, she burst into tears and said:

"Father! It's not good."

The old man frowned, with a hint of displeasure on his face. For such a big man, what's the point of crying?

He immediately shook his sleeves and said with a serious look on his face: "What happened?"

Hearing her father's question, the young woman sobbed and said: "Gui'er him, Gui'er him..."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice again: "What happened to Gui'er?"

"Gui'er's soul lamp is out!" The young woman sobbed as she finished reading this sentence, tears falling uncontrollably from the side of her fair face.

The young disciple on the side was shocked when he heard this: "Master! What are you talking about? Junior brother, his soul lamp has gone out?"

The young woman didn't reply, she just sobbed.

The old man frowned and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes:

"I left a ray of thought on Gui'er. Once Gui'er's life is in danger, my wisp of thought will wake up immediately, but now I don't notice that my wisp of thought has been triggered."

As he spoke, the old man carefully felt the thought he had left on his grandson. He really didn't feel it and didn't know it. Once he felt it, he still didn't know it.

Because he found that he could no longer feel his thoughts, as if it had never existed.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he had some guesses in his mind.

It seems that there may be a blocking formation where his grandson is now, and then the formation intercepts his perception of that thought.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he did not receive feedback on his awakening thoughts.

But thinking of this, a trace of doubt arose in his heart. If his thoughts were awakened, at least they would have the ability to inquire about the state of mind.

In addition to the sacred weapon he gave to his grandson, generally speaking, as long as the saint did not take action himself, no matter how bad his idea was, he could still escape with Gui'er. How could the soul lamp be extinguished?

The old man probably never expected that his thoughts would be wiped out by the restriction formation as soon as he woke up.

After suppressing the doubts in his heart, the old man closed his eyes and sighed softly: "I know! I will handle the matter."

When the young woman saw that her father was still so calm after hearing the news of Gui'er's death, she immediately became a little angry, so she asked angrily:

"Father! Gui'er died, how could you still be so indifferent?"

"Those are your own flesh and blood. Is it possible that you are so hard-hearted?"

"Shut up!" the old man suddenly shouted angrily.

The young woman pursed her lips. She actually regretted it after saying it, but just now she was so infuriated by her father's plain gesture that she made some gaffes in her outspoken words.

After listening to this conversation, the young disciple next to him felt like he was in awe. What a big melon.

This young disciple only felt that his scalp was numb. His junior brother was actually not the child of his master and his wife, but his wife and his master. Does the master know this?

Suddenly, the young disciple seemed to have thought of something, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and he knelt down with a plop, his face full of fear and trembling, and he said:

"The disciple was invaded by the inner demon just now. Please ask the master to help the disciple check the soul."

The old man ignored him, and the young woman lowered her head and sobbed softly when she realized she had made a mistake.

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, stood up and walked towards the courtyard gate.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, the old man paused and said sideways, "I will handle the matter. Now you come with me."

After saying that, he walked out of the courtyard without looking back. The young woman lowered her head and said nothing, but followed obediently.

After both of them walked out of the hospital, the young disciple wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had really walked back and forth on the edge of the gate of hell just now.

I just didn't expect that the master would let me go so easily, without even setting a restriction on my soul.

My master trusts me too much, but I will definitely not betray his trust. I will keep this matter in my stomach and never mention it to anyone.

Sorry! Master!

Just when he secretly decided to keep this secret, the young disciple was suddenly shocked to find that his body actually started to spontaneously combust.

The young disciple looked at the flames igniting on his body, his pupils widened, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he wanted to shout for help, but he was shocked to find that he could not make a sound at all.

It was as if someone had strangled his neck, making him unable to speak.

The flames were getting bigger and bigger, and the young disciple kept rolling on the ground, his face distorted by the pain, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only keep rolling back and forth in order to alleviate his pain.

After a while, the young disciple lay on the ground and stopped moving, and the flames on his body gradually extinguished.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the young disciple's body suddenly disintegrated into a cloud of dust, which followed the traces of the wind and scattered into the flower bed in the courtyard.