[Rebirth] Spiritual Medium of Cultivation of Immortals

Nie Xichen was looking at the spiritual world around him, guarding against hidden dangers, when suddenly someone grabbed his hand, and the warm touch made Nie Xichen startled.

Shen Ling took Nie Xichen's hand and said happily: "It's great, in this kind of spiritual world, I can appear with you." After speaking, he pulled Shen Ling into his arms dissatisfied, lowered his head and kissed gently Looking at Nie Xichen's hair, eyebrows, and eyes, he nibbled on his upturned nose.

When he was about to kiss again, Nie Zhenchen avoided it shyly, and said, "It's important."

Shen Ling smiled and nodded, and said meaningfully: "The future will last forever."

This place is probably the spiritual world of Priest Lian Yue, the surroundings are in chaos, the wind whistling, and the sound of whimpering and whimpering like a baby's cry, Nie Xichen's mind stabilized, the psychic power broke out, and the surrounding suddenly became slightly brighter stand up.

Although it is not enough to sweep away the impurities in his soul, it is enough to illuminate the space under his feet.

Shen Ling released water elements to check the surroundings, also helping Priest Lian Yue to cleanse his soul. After checking, he said: "The soul has been eroded a lot in the past ten years, and there are many serious illnesses around. It is really difficult to deal with."

Nie Xichen recited the mantra silently, and a stream of water gushed in from nowhere, it was the stream of water transformed from the lotus. Nie Xichen tried his best to control the souls of Ye Qing and Zhuo Hang in the stream, and used the stream of the lotus to wash the Lianyue Road long soul.

The Water of Cailian was really unusual, everything it passed was completely cleaned. Surprisingly, the souls of Ye Qing and Zhuo Hang were consumed with the water of Cailian.

"The effect of this colorful lotus water is probably here, using the power of the soul to sweep away the ailments of the soul."

"This Great Thousand World is really amazing." Nie Xichen felt a little emotional, walking along the way, the surroundings became clean.

Going further, the road under your feet became rough, and the vague groans and groans that you heard at the beginning became clearer. Nie Xichen frowned and said, "Did you hear any strange sounds?"

Shen Ling replied: "Yes, it seems to be a wail, and it came from there." Shen Ling's water-attribute spiritual consciousness went one step ahead of Nie Xichen to explore the way, and retreated when it hit a wall.

Nie Xichen reached out and touched the wall, and the place where his palm touched felt soft. With a light poke, the surface of the wall was even dented, but there was no sign of being pierced.

Nie Xichen turned his head again, and found that the road behind was blocked, and reached out to touch the soft wall again.

Unknowingly, he was surrounded by these soft walls.

Nie Xichen took a shallow breath and recited the spell silently. The walls around them were squeezed by the spell and began to deform. Inexplicably, it became pitch black and full of sludge and ailments.

Nie Xichen frowned, and after thinking for a while, he took out the Yin-Yang Mirror, and with a swipe of his fingertips on the mirror, the Yin-Yang Mirror flew over his head, the body of the mirror trembled, and a bright light radiated out, and after hitting it in all directions for a while, , reflecting the real scene.

"Look at this..." Shen Ling said thoughtfully, "Someone is manipulating the spiritual world of Priest Lian Yue."

"You'll know when you go inside." Nie Xichen put away the yin and yang mirror and pointed his finger inside, "I feel an unfriendly atmosphere."

Shen Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he had some wild guesses about the true identity of the "unfriendly aura" that Nie Xichen mentioned. He smiled wryly and said, "I feel a little familiar."

Nie Xichen slightly hooked his lips into a smile, then pursed his lips tightly again, with a straight face as usual, and walked to the depths with a serious expression.

After walking for less than half an hour, Nie Xichen vaguely saw a dark object standing in the distance, and when he got closer, he saw a pillar reaching the sky, on which a person was bound with black mist , the man's long hair was loose and covered his face, and his white clothes were smashed into pieces, hanging precariously on the man's scarred body. If you look carefully, you will find that the man's body is trembling constantly, although Small, but the frequency is extremely fast.

The groans and groans that Nie Xichen and the others heard came from this person.

"Daoist Lianyue?" Nie Xichen tentatively called the other party's name, holding the Yin-Yang Mirror firmly in his palm, the hallucination would appear once, and it is likely to appear a second time.

Hearing the body of "Lian Yue" trembled violently, he raised his head tremblingly, his hair fell messily in front of his eyes, Nie Xichen could only vaguely see a little bit of each other. Facial features, "It seems... not Taoist Lian Yue."

As soon as Nie Xichen raised his hand, a gust of wind came out of his sleeve, and pushed all the man's hair away, revealing a pale as paper and sickly face, Nie Xichen slightly stared, and said: "Shen Ling ? No...is it Shen Ling's remnant soul?"

"No..." A hoarse voice came from the depths of the man's throat. It had been a long time since he had spoken. The simple word "no" was said very abruptly. The man who looked very similar to Shen Ling finished speaking. After the word, he coughed violently, and the unhealed wound on his body immediately flowed out blood.

"What's going on?" Nie Xichen felt pain in his heart. He knew that he was not facing Shen Ling, but he still felt suffocated when he saw that face with such a painful expression. Shen Ling was much calmer, and said: "He has my aura on him, but I can't guarantee that it's mine."

"Help, save me..." A jerky voice came, and the man looked at Nie Xichen in great pain, his empty eyes were full of pleading, "Please, please, you..."

"Try the yin and yang mirror." Shen Ling came up with an idea, and Nie Xichen hit the yin and yang mirror on the man. Under the stimulation of the strong light, the man shrank suddenly. After the dazzling light dissipated, the man was still Shen Ling's appearance.

"Could it be really my remnant soul?" Shen Ling still had doubts in his heart, he drew a circle with his fingertips, and released a wisp of divine consciousness that exploded when it came into contact with that person and smoothly merged into that person's body. Shen Ling said helplessly, "It's really me, how did I end up in such a miserable end."

Nie Xichen was a little uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something was wrong, he didn't rush to untie the man from the pillar, but instead summoned the water of colorful lotus to wash this place, unexpectedly, with Cailian gradually washed the space brightly, and the scars of the man on the pillar gradually healed, and finally the slight groans and groans disappeared, replaced by steady breathing.

Nie Xichen felt even more strange, and said to Shen Ling: "Are you sure that is really your soul?"

"It seems...something is wrong..."

Before the words were finished, a black light suddenly shot past the two of them. Nie Xichen's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he sacrificed the Yuhuang. The figure of the sword spirit suddenly appeared, and the red light locked the fleeing black shadow in the center.

The blurry mass gradually melted away, and he sat with his knees hugged in a small space, revealing a handsome face when he raised his head.

Shen Ling whispered: "Prince Lian Yue?"

The figure's eyes changed, and he hurriedly said: "It's me, why did you come here?" The figure's eyes were fixed on Shen Ling's face, with hatred.

Shen Ling sensed Taoist Lianyue's hatred for him, but this hatred was really inexplicable. Thinking about it again, probably Taoist Lianyue knew that the soul came from him, so he hated himself so much. Feeling ashamed in his heart, Shen Ling's tone softened a lot, "Master Lian Yue, it was Shen Ling who was sorry for you, but now he is not obsessed with this moment, and we will return your clarity when we help you sort out your soul."

Daoist Lian Yue had no idea what he was thinking with his calm eyes, and nodded after a while, "Thank you."

Nie Xichen turned back to look at the pillar, the man tied up on the pillar looked calm, and that handsome face that was exactly the same as Shen Ling's was the stability and peace that Shen Ling never had.

At this moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes, Nie Xichen's heart tightened, and he turned his head immediately. Yuhuang's light was shining brightly, and thousands of tiny sword shadows appeared to lock "Lian Yue" tightly in the sword array among.

Lian Yue growled in a low voice, roaring: "Let me out—ah——"

Shen Ling said: "This is really my soul."

Nie Xichen nodded: "Take him."

The soul that was exactly the same as Lian Yue was still struggling, trying to find a breakthrough to get out of the bathing phoenix, but after bumping left and right for a long time, he still couldn't escape from the strangling sword array, so he had to hit hard Jian Ying, wishing he could hit a fish and kill him.

Shen Ling covered the sword array with his palms, closed his eyes and recited the mantra silently, absorbing this soul, that soul seemed to sense the danger, and roared more and more fiercely, suddenly facing the Yingrun Shui Ze hovering in the air Shouted: "Don't you want to use a body! I can share this body with you, or we will all be scattered in the end."

That water is exactly the water of colorful lotus, which contains the souls of Ye Qing and Zhuo Hang. Under the temptation of Shen Ling's remnant soul, it became turbulent. The water of colorful lotus exploded in the air like fireworks. The black mist wrapped in water vapor rushed towards Nie Xichen.

Nie Xichen pursed his lips, pointed his fingertips in the air, and those souls stopped in an instant, and stood still in the air as if they had been fixed.

"Struggle—struggle—" Shen Ling's remnant soul is still influencing the decisions of those souls. Seeing such a remnant soul, Nie Xichen couldn't help but think of Shen Ling in his previous life.

At that time, Shen Ling was also so violent, rude, and savage.

His gaze shifted from the broken soul to Shen Ling.

In this life, Shen Ling is gentle and caring, like a crazy person who loves to laugh.

If this strand of soul returns to Shen Ling, will the current Shen Ling disappear...

Thinking of this, Nie Xichen's heart trembled, the luster on his fingertips disappeared, those souls were free, and swooped towards Shen Ling!