Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Shen Zhexue sank deep in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and was awakened by a crisp chime-like sound.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly found himself floating in mid-air like a wandering spirit.

There is a vast plain under one's feet, and the fine white sand spreads to the ends of the earth, with no end in sight.

... What the hell.

Shen Zhexue sadly looked down at her hands that had become translucent.

Could it be that Nan Zhiyue couldn't even bear this bit of spiritual power, and it was completely broken in his sleep, causing his soul to leave his body when he woke up, completely turning into a Piao?

His Lingtai is clear, and his first thought is how uncomfortable Shi Yuan must be.

The master was shattered into scum in his arms, and just thinking about that picture would cast a lifetime of shadows.

But Shen Zhexue also believed that Shi Yuan would deal with this unexpected situation as they had discussed before.

Using Lie Xing as a substitute, replace the meridian and blood in the puppet, and then use Shen Zhexue's transformed Immemorial Spirit Flower as the meridian to temporarily build a spare body.

Shen Zhexue couldn't take out the body that was pressed in the ancient evil sealing formation, but now that he has penetrated the principle of the formation, he can still adapt to it.

When Yan Yuanhan and the others summoned his soul after the soul cleansing operation, the souls of the two realms would go through the body first.

After all, in Taiwei Realm, the source of soul-calling is not as Shen Zhexue perceives, it is to call back the lonely souls of soldiers who died in battle to return home.

That's more like a resurrection technique.

Therefore, before Dizi Jiangxi redefines soul-calling, such techniques will also be included in the scope of forbidden techniques.

This also explains why Shen Zhexue looked so bleak when he first entered the "book" world he thought, locked by chains and pierced by spikes.

Because that was basically the state of his body under the big formation, and it was impossible for Yan Yuanhan and others to enter the formation to torture him.

The reason is that Shen Zhexue's soul was summoned out after spinning around in the main body.

With the remaining memory, he was tested by them to see if his soul washing was successful, and Yan Yuanhan deliberately controlled Ming Huan within his consciousness and strangled him.

In fact, this is just a trick similar to stealing the concept.

Everything happened in the spiritual sea of ​​Shen Zhexue's soul, creating the illusion that he really thought that "Peak Master Shen" had committed a heinous crime and had been captured.

So in the end, it actually saved Taiqingzong's sealing magic weapon, and made Shen Zhexue think that the death of Master Shen Feng was not a pity, and it was really cheap for him to just lock it up.

In fact it was an unfortunate misunderstanding.

I'm afraid Yan Yuanhan and the others recruited Xiang Guchun's soul with the mentality of trying.

They didn't tell anyone outside the sect, and they probably had some intentions to let Shen Zhexue be used by their sect.

This result was caused by a combination of circumstances and circumstances.

But this also provided an inspiration for Shen Zhexue.

From this point of view, his soul seems to be able to pass through the formation gate under the double transformation of the evil flow of heaven and law, and he has become the only special case outside the Tianhe Blood Lock and Immemorial Fengxie.

If he can pass through the gate and then use the method to bring out part of the body's flesh and blood, he can squeeze out a new pair of puppets that can better accommodate the soul.

This method sounds bloody, but it might work.

Shi Yuan lowered his eyelashes after hearing this.

After a while, he agreed with this approach, and resolutely escorted Shen Zhexue away from his soul.

He knew that the overall situation was the most important thing, and this matter also related to the life of the master, but he was still extremely sad, and hugged Shen Zhexue for a long time.

Shen Zhexue, who was floating in the air, didn't know why she had become like this, and hurried to find her apprentice.

But after wandering for a long time, he did not see the edge of Bai Mo.

Shen Zhexue is very familiar with the desert made of white ashes, which was caused by evil currents and natural disasters.

But he didn't remember when there was such a large-scale disaster scene, even when Han Shan was in charge, he had never seen such a vast white desert.

"Where is this?" Shen Zhexue murmured to herself, and suddenly her spiritual consciousness moved, and she felt a ray of spiritual waves in the white desert.

The appearance of this Lingbo is a bit unbelievable.

If it was a miracle that Xianggu Chun could survive in the silver flowers of the ancient Fengxie, then there are still monks alive in the Xieliu White Desert, it is as if the Dao of Heaven and the Xieliu have been stunned together.

At the same time, Shen Zhexue found that his A Piao state seemed a bit strange, and he could easily perceive the aura of heaven and earth.

That is not the unique aura of monks, but the aura of good fortune that flows among the clouds.

As if he melted into the world, and the world was him.

Even the Lingbo, which should be insignificant, is like a red thread tasseled in Shen Zhexue's perception, intertwined in this vast white desert, and cannot be ignored at all.

He followed the spirit wave and drifted over, and noticed something moving behind a sand dune in Baimo.

It's just that he is a soul, and there is nothing to be afraid of, so he went to see it openly.

I saw a bloody, disheveled monk crawling out of the sand.

Seeing this, Shen Zhexue was going to help her up, but she passed through the monk's body without attracting the other's attention.

... Well, I still don't have the consciousness of a wandering soul.

Shen Zhexue thought helplessly, and floated near the monk.

The monk in the white desert was obviously seriously injured, and he couldn't stop coughing up blood when he moved his body a little bit.

Shen Zhexue could feel that he had been infused with evil energy, and the alienation was only a matter of a moment.

But until the man finally struggled his legs out of the sand, he didn't show any signs of madness.

He stood up slowly, looked around blankly, and then limped towards the west where the sun was hovering.

Shen Zhexue followed this man for nine days.

Along the way, he fell and vomited blood but was helpless, and the monk couldn't see Ah Piao behind him at all, wandering freely in the boundless white sand.

What surprised Shen Zhexue even more was that the cultivator seemed to have broken his brain.

He can't tell the difference between south, east and north, he only knows to follow the sun, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, he is still walking west in the afternoon, and the next morning when the east is lit, he will go in the opposite direction again.

Going back and forth is nothing more than going back and forth in this place.

Thanks to the fact that the monk is neither hungry nor thirsty, otherwise he would have died of starvation and thirst a long time ago.

At night, the temperature in Baimo turned low, and the monks couldn't find a place to hide, let alone see the sun, so they would squat on the ground with their arms folded and cry.

Tears condensed into ice beads and fell down, which was extremely pitiful.

The cultivator was injured, and it seemed that his spiritual power was almost exhausted. Finally, on the tenth day, he fell to the ground due to exhaustion, unable to get up again.

Shen Zhexue wanted to help but couldn't, so she spun around in mid-air anxiously.

Another half day passed in a blink of an eye.

Just when he thought the luck of this exceptionally lucky monk was exhausted, a surge of magic energy descended from the sky and swept across Baiyuan.

Shen Zhexue was keenly aware of the familiarity in the magic breath.

But that would definitely not be Shi Yuan.

Because of the magic breath, there is also an overwhelming heat wave.

The magic breath engulfed a person, like a huge and dazzling fireball, it landed in the middle of the desert.

Shen Zhexue had seen the portrait of this person before, but he was not completely unfamiliar.

——That was Shi Yuan's biological father, the former demon lord Jielou.

The demon lord Jielou patrolled the white desert land after the evil current disaster, and sensed a weak spiritual breath, so he came to visit.

For the sake of unnecessary trouble, Shi Yuan deliberately concealed the characteristics of the demon race on his body, looking no different from all monks of the race.

But Xiang Guchun has seen Weisheng out of control and turned into a demon, with bone wings covering the sky and sharp horns on his forehead.

And the demon lord in front of him didn't hide his demon appearance at all, his wings and horns were ferocious and ferocious, and there were complicated magic lines on one side of his neck to his cheekbone.

Shi Yuan and the Demon Lord's birth are not so similar, the most similar place is only in the eyebrows and eyes.

But Shi Yuan wouldn't put on such an arrogant aura of robbing a building, so his brows faded wantonly, and all the remaining resemblances were worn away.

The devil landed in front of the seriously injured monk, unceremoniously grabbed the other's long hair like withered grass, pulled the monk up from the ground, and forced him to look up.

The monk's eyes were covered with blood, and after so many days in the sun and the wind and sand for so long, even a peerless beauty would definitely not be able to see the truth.

But the demon lord narrowed his eyes and pulled him closer, and wiped off the filth on his forehead with his fingertips, revealing a freehand-like spirit pattern on the center of his forehead.

Shen Zhexue on the side stared round.

That is clearly the spirit seal that will only emerge after the Immortal Court True Immortal is granted the honorary title!

He had also seen several real immortals who had been honored in the past, all of them had such spirit patterns printed on the center of their eyebrows, symbolizing their status in the fairy court, and their cultivation base was immeasurable.

Who would have thought that this simple-minded monk is a true immortal who holds a high position even in the Immortal Court.

Jie Lou also seemed to be a little interested, he exerted force on his knuckles, the monk seemed to be pinched, and there was a whimpering sound like a small animal cub in his throat.

On his entire face, there was only one pair of eyes that could see clearly, and there was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes at the moment.

"Want me to save you?"

Jie Lou naturally also saw the strangeness of the real immortal, his voice was deep and deep, and his burning breath rushed on the opponent's face.

The cultivator stuck his neck and nodded aggrievedly as he grabbed his chin.

His appearance of being so weak that he could be flattened and rounded by others greatly pleased Jielou, who was already somewhat wicked.

The devil teased him with great interest, so he deliberately let go of the monk and threw him on the sand, and said condescendingly, "Please. Otherwise, this white desert stretches across the southeast, and you won't be able to get out at all."

It's not that the real fairy has completely become a fool who can't understand human words. He was thrown and his head was buzzing, but he slowly straightened up and approached Jielou.

He raised his hand to pull his arm, touched his forearm and wrist all the way, finally wrapped his hands around Jielou's rough and wide palm, lowered his head, and touched his palm with his lips.

Jie Lou's eyes darkened, Da Heng picked up the monk from the ground, and the devilish energy surged through Bai Ye again.

He lowered his head and asked the real fairy nestling in his arms, "Do you still remember the name?"

The latter thought about it for a long time, and seemed to be a little sleepy from exhaustion. He rubbed against Jielou's arms drowsily, and finally shook his head slowly.

The names and surnames of the immortals in Xianting have a unique meaning. They are called after they have enlightened their spiritual wisdom.

But now this monk can't even remember his last name, and Jie Lou didn't intend to give him a new name first.

He just said: "There must be a name for it. Seeing that you are sloppy, and your mind is also in a daze, why don't you call it 'Little Faint', how do you think?"

The latter didn't respond, because the real fairy had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jielou smiled inexplicably, and walked away holding the newly released "Xiaohun".

Shen Zhexue followed behind the two.

After the monk passed out, he no longer saw the slightest joking in the eyes of the devil.

Shen Zhexue has vaguely noticed the deviation of the time sequence he is in. Although he doesn't know why he got here by mistake, this is clearly not the Puqing year he is in.

And when he followed the demon lord and floated over the world, what he saw were countless panic-stricken people, the official road was bleak, and there were many homeless people curled up in the streets and alleys.

Some people still hang the almanac in the empty shop.

This was the year when the Heavenly Tribulation of the Xieliu was empowered, and the Upper Cultivation Realm and the Immortal Court were overthrown. Less than three months had passed since the natural disaster of the Xieliu came to the world.

Even Xianggu Chun was not born at that time, and Shen Zhexue had never seen such a bleak scene.

The vast white desert, the displaced people, the true immortal who fell into the world.

But now he is just a ray of light soul, not even belonging to this time and space, the scene in front of him all happened in the old days, he can't touch it and can't change it.

Shen Zhexue couldn't bear to watch any more, and followed Jielou all the way to the Demon Realm.

The demon lord went out for a trip and came back with someone in his arms. The news quickly spread in the demon world.

The demon race respects strength, and there are not many etiquettes of superiority and inferiority. When they enter the main hall in front of the robbery building, a demon general will come after hearing the news. He glanced at the ashen-faced man in the arms of the demon lord, and said with disgust: " What is this?"

Jielou ignored it, and said in a deep voice, "How is the disaster situation for those tribes in the north?"

The demons live in the Four Squares Realm. Compared with the human race, there were no large-scale casualties in this disaster. However, the reproduction of the demons has been very sluggish in the past few years. There are not many demons in the first place. , the situation is far from optimistic.

Unlike the human race, even the blood kinship in the demon race is very weak. As long as the strength is strong enough, a demon can live comfortably.

But in the current situation, if the clansmen are scattered all over the place, on the one hand, it is easy to be overwhelmed by the inexplicable evil spirit, and on the other hand, it is easier to conflict with the human monks.

The relationship between Dao and Demon has been delicate over the years. In today's troubled times, although the Demon Lord has no intention of winning the championship, he can't control all the tribesmen in this world, and anything can happen.

Right now, the cause of the natural disaster is unknown, and the Demon Lord intends to wait and see what happens, and see if there will be someone in charge of the human race.

He wanted to win over his clansmen, and after asking about the situation of the disaster, he passed on a few more passwords, then sat cross-legged on the throne of Xuanjing, with the real fairy in the fairy court sleeping in his arms.

The demon general below secretly speculated, where did this little goblin come from, and he couldn't see how it could overwhelm the country, but looked like a kitten rolled in muddy water.

Jie Lou could see what his subordinates were thinking at a glance, and brushed the monk's messy hair away, revealing the Han Ou spirit pattern on his forehead.

"...What is this?" The Demon General vaguely remembered the meaning of this pattern, but he just couldn't remember it for a while.

But this is no wonder for this demon general. After all, the past about the immortals in Xianting are all legends, illusory, and there is no specific reference until these few months.

It's just because the real immortals and the monks from the upper cultivation world fell into this turbid world together.

Jie Lou sneered: "This is a famous real immortal."

The demon general turned pale with shock, "True fairy! But why..."

"I'm afraid I fell down with the fairy court and broke my brain." Jielou's big palm covered the forehead of the real fairy, and the demon general frowned after being surprised: "Devil Lord, as far as I know, the fairy sect is looking for it. For these lost true immortals, the Demon Lord brought him to the Demon Realm, I'm afraid..."

Jielou waved his hands contemptuously, "What are you afraid of?"

The palm followed the trend, pinching Xiaohun's cheek hard.

This face looks dirty, but the hand feels very good, like pinching white soft tofu.

The devil's attitude is intimate, in the eyes of the devil, it has some meaning.

He was shocked: Could it be that His Majesty became so lustful that he wanted to taste the taste of a real fairy in this fairy court? !

"What are you thinking about?" Jie Lou glanced at him, and said coldly: "Have you seen the power of the evil flow? After the roof is covered, all the monks and demons can lose their souls, and they will go mad and bite people after being infected with the evil breath, but it is the fairy court. True immortals are rarely infected, and they came down from the upper realm, why are they able to save their lives?"

The demon general nana said: "Do they have any secret method..."

The Demon Lord said coldly: "What's more, he is still a bargaining chip for us to negotiate with Xianzong in the future. If it is not good enough to dig out the inner alchemy to build the spirit screen enchantment, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone."

The demon general suddenly realized, "Your Majesty is wise!"

"Bring a basin of water." Jielou ordered to the attendant beside Jingli, and the attendant immediately brought water.

Jie Lou twisted the handkerchief with his own hands, and wiped off the blood and gravel on Xiao Hun's face one by one.

Like a bright pearl whisking the dust, and a lotus sprouting mud, the real fairy's indistinguishable face, which is astonishing as heaven and man, is revealed little by little in front of the devil.

The demon general praised him again and again, it's not a loss to be a cauldron like this.

And Shen Zhexue, who was completely unnoticed, was standing carelessly next to Xuanjing's throne, and she was also extremely surprised.

That face is clearly six points similar to Shi Yuan?

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