Pursuing Immortality

The wild ghosts in the world, except for those who have just died, are all black gas. There is no specific form, but here, the ghosts have a little style of painting.

As soon as the two children entered the shade, they soon caught up with a group of wild ghosts.

In the middle is a guy with a red body and short stature, with sarcoma growing up and down, and surrounded by four ugly tusks.

They were walking across the boundless shade of the earth, smelling a strange smell, and rushed over.

"Yeah!"

Jiu Rugang just wanted to show the Chiyang sword, but also felt that the sword was so famous that it was easy to be identified by others. He simply exhibited it with a small hand, and called up a peach-wood sword that his father had cut himself.

Made from the peach trees in Uchiyama, with a natural vermilion pattern, delicate and thick, and powerful.

Changsheng didn't have so many worries, he raised his hand and thundered. The two had previously fought with their peers, mostly for hands-on training, and rarely slain for life and death.

boom!

boom!

Lei Guang rolled, a sword swept across, and five wild ghosts died instantly.

Ok? The two were stunned, so weak!

Longevity looked around, and there were many similar ghosts walking around, can not help but said: "If it is all this level, there is no need to waste time."

"Go forward then!"

The two walked around, looked around, and met ten kinds of ghosts along the way, their strength was very low, and they felt boring. How many miles have I walked, and suddenly I saw many people gathered in front of me, congested and talked.

Curious in their hearts, the two stepped forward to see that it was a vast river that blocked the way.

I don't know how long it is, how wide it is, the river is turbid and dull, and the blood color is mixed with earthy yellow to show a very strange feeling.

There is no wind and no waves on the river, and the standing water is ordinary, as if the breath between heaven and earth is imprisoned here.

"I was in the line five days ago, and I can guarantee that there is absolutely no such river!"

A disciple of the Taoist Temple looked serious and said earnestly: "Every time something new appears here, the danger is multiplied. If there are any monsters at the bottom of the river, then I'm afraid ...

"What are you most afraid of?" Asked a disciple of Phoenix Mountain.

"Forget all, have you heard it?"

The people were suddenly shocked. As a native of Xia Kingdom, they naturally understood these mixed mythological settings.

According to legend, after a person dies normally, he must first pass the Ghost Gate. After this level, the soul becomes a ghost. Then walk along Huangquan Road, there will be a lot of lonely ghosts and wandering on the side of the road, and full of flowers on the other side.

After walking the Huangquan Road, you will arrive at the Wangchuan River. There is a bridge on the river, and there is a township on the other side of the bridge and an old lady named Meng Po.

Meng Po will give you a bowl of beautiful soup, while you look at your own past and present life on the Sansheng Stone, you forget everything, reincarnation.

"You say this river is forgetful?"

"It's unlikely, it's not Yin Cao Di Fu."

"But this is the ghost realm, and it is normal for the ghost realm to forget the river."

Everyone muttered, unknowingly climbing up a hint of fear. Just then, someone shouted, "Look, there are people over there!"

"Wow ... wow ..."

Along with the rhythmic sound of the water, a wooden boat suddenly appeared in the heart of the river. His body was dwarf, he wore a bucket-head, slowly approached the boat, and raised his head.

Old man, skinny, with folds around his eyes, it's really personal!

You know, in the two years since the birth of the fantasy world, everyone has seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts, and has never had a human form. At the moment, I can't help but feel panic and helpless.

What's more terrible is that the old lady grinned, exposed a few teeth, and said clearly: "Who wants to cross?"

Huh!

The first few people couldn't help but take a step back, but felt that their backs were cold, and a sense of ridiculous fear of contempt grew from the bottom of their hearts.

Long forget the river, Huangquan ferries people!

Is this person true or false?

"Who wants to cross?"

"..."

No one should.

"Who wants to cross?"

"..."

Still no response.

The old lady asked three times, frowning slightly, and shaking it a little, the boat was like an arrow off the string, and it swung away far away instantly, and it was about to disappear.

"I want to cross the river!"

A Qingrun sounded with a bit of a lonely chirp, everyone looked and saw the man wearing a Feiyun phoenix crown, Ziqi as a scorpion, embroidered on the sun and the moon, wearing a flying blue skirt, two sleeves floating, and silky , Negative long sword, formal dress Hua Yan, Guang Yi Shu Mu.

With the popularity of Qiankun bags, few people walked around holding weapons, let alone carrying a sword in such a forceful manner.

If this is the case for others, it will definitely feel weird, but this Taoist bears a sword, but he feels reasonable and natural.

Qi Yun, He He!

"This is to forget the river, or forget the past, and the vulgar thoughts have disappeared; or sink to the bottom of the river, you will never be reincarnate, you have to cross?" Said the old man.

"To cross!"

"Okay, get on board!"

He He fluttered and fell lightly on the bow without hesitation.

Wow!

Jiuru's eyes brightened, so handsome young lady, locked!

"Wow ... wow ..."

The boat sailed across the water and quickly disappeared into sight.

Everyone looked at each other. Before that, someone had tried to cross the river forcibly, but they all dumped dumplings and never came up. They dare not act rashly and can only wait for follow-up progress.

As the boat entered the heart of the river, the mist thickened.

He He stands at the bow of the ship, with a stunned sword and a faint breakthrough, which is one of the immortal seeds this time. She watched the old man half a ring and suddenly said, "Are you really imaginary?"

"It's true when it's fake, you're what I see when you see me."

The old man rowed the boat and sailed into the mist.

The mist rises and slowly spreads on the water surface ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Swimming around the body. She frowned slightly, suddenly feeling empty inside, as if the entire soul was taken off by a large hand.

I ca n’t tell the truth from reality, I do n’t know the past and future, I do n’t know where I am.

He was peeling off this body a little bit, objectively, indifferently, without any emotions, watching a picture reflected in the river.

Caohekou, Taohualin, parents divorced, grandpa raised himself to grow up. At the age of seven, Peach Blossoms appeared, and 100,000 people migrated to settle in Baicheng.

At the age of eight, grandpa died and went to Taiqing Palace alone, asking Huayang:

"I want to bring the dead back to life. Is it feasible to live forever?"

Eleven-year-old, admitted to the Taoist Academy, Xi Jianjue, slacked off without a day, and finally achieved success.

He He became more and more immersed as he saw it, his consciousness returned to his body a little bit, his expression on the face changed, and he sighed with joy as the picture changed.

The old lady looked at her like this, showing a strange smile, wondering whether it was sad or sigh. The pair of bare hands stroked the scull paddle, trying to flip the boat into the water, and suddenly stunned.

Huh!

The sword came out of the sheath, Leng Yuehan, a sword split the Wangchuan, and the picture disappeared without trace.

"Those who mess with my heart, be chopped!"

He He looked at his face, pointed his sword at him, and shouted, "What the **** are you?"

"Hahaha, Hongchen forgets and does not forget, both in one's heart. This forgets the river, you have crossed!"

The old man suddenly laughed, and the boat was completely shrouded in thick fog.

When He He was sober, he had reached the shore, and behind him was the forgetful river. She raised her eyes and looked forward. She didn't feel a tremor in her heart, but she didn't feel enough to react. She just felt the energy of her spirits violently bursting, her sword gas bursting out, and her eyes exposed.

"This illusion ..."

She changed her face, trembling slightly with her sword, "I'm going to break through!"

(They all say that I am a poisoned milk, and I do n’t predict it today! Friendship tweets: "Attacked Salty Fish Girl".)