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Xie Changming led a group of people and walked for another half an hour.Sure enough, this place is very similar to the Wraith Ghost Forest. In the forest, the tall trees cover the sky and the sun. Although it is not enough to cover this place, the hatred and unwillingness of the countless Wraith Ghosts have almost condensed into substance, and the spirit in the air The power is so thin that it almost does not exist, and it is difficult to cast spells.Even if a cultivator is like this, ordinary people can hardly support it even if they don't need spiritual power.Xie Changming lit a lamp and walked ahead, driving away the grieving ghosts while continuing to move forward.

When they got close to the deepest point, Xie Changming no longer needed them to lead the way, so he set up a magic circle that could conceal their tracks, and enclosed those people inside.He didn't have much kindness, and he told them before leaving: "You stay here and don't wander around."

Those few people seemed to be quite frightened, and they quickly agreed, just asking for their lives.

Xie Changming continued to walk forward, and the ghost trees grew more and more densely, almost to the point where it was difficult to move forward. Xie Changming raised his knife to chop and walked for another quarter of an hour before he suddenly realized.

The terrain of this place is extremely low, but the land is barren of grass, with a metallic reddish-brown rust color, and the soil is extremely soft. After stepping on it, it seems that it is slowly sinking, as if the land is pulling people inward.Xie Changming raised his eyes and saw ravines criss-crossed on the ground. Something was slowly flowing inside and spreading around, like the complicated blood vessels and tendons on the human body, and was gradually buried in the normal soil under those ghost trees. .

And the pool in the middle is exactly the same as the one that Xie Changming encountered a few years ago—the pool that swallows everything about people without leaving any traces.

The surrounding area was depressingly quiet, and with Xie Changming's perception, he couldn't detect the breath of living things, only the slight sound of viscous liquid flowing slowly and accumulating.

He drew his knife and walked towards the pool in the middle.

In any case, this place must be destroyed first.

Xie Changming stopped in front, and he also needed to consider the consequences. If these things were not placed in the special pool, what would happen if they overflowed.

Just thinking about it, a wandering spirit appeared on the edge of the pool.

Even for those who cultivate immortals, it is difficult for the soul to survive without the body. The human soul is very fragile. If you want to resurrect from the dead, you must arrange in advance, prepare a formation, and find a suitable body to seize.

And the one in front of him is indeed a soul, who has lived for at least three years. Because Xie Changming has a good memory, he immediately recognized this white-bearded old man as a real person from three years ago.

But Daoist Yijian was already dead, completely dead, not even his spirit remained.

Is there anyone in the world who can even disguise his soul?

He has practiced for so long, and he has never encountered such a thing. Thinking about it carefully, there are only two possibilities: either it is the illusion performed by Sheng Liuyu's father Sheng Baiyun, or...

Xie Changming held the knife, squinted his eyes slightly, the soul also looked at him, Xie Changming said slowly: "You are a real person."

To be precise, the real one in front of him is the real one who has not been descended.But things about the Advent are hard to say.

Yijian Zhenren smiled on his almost blurred face, and said calmly: "I'm just one of those shells temporarily living in it."

Xie Changming was startled, and understood what he wanted to express.

No matter how high the cultivator is, the body and soul are indispensable. Even Xie Changming, if the body dies, it is impossible to enter another body without preparation.But the one who can descend seems to regard the human body as the shell of a hermit crab, and because of its hardness, it can be easily taken away and given to another crab without a shell.

Mr. Xu's senior brother is very talented and has a bright future. Once he was descended, he is now the Lord of Yan City.Yijian Zhenren's cultivation level is not high, but he seems to have some reputation in the righteous way, and he can guard the ghost forest with legitimate reasons.

Xie Changming knew what he wanted to tell himself, and then asked: "Then, are those temporarily living in the body still alive?"

Yijian Daoist showed a wry smile: "How is it possible?"

There was unspeakable bitterness in his tone: "Isn't human beings cultivating immortals for the sake of longevity, I wavered, gave in, and finally retained a trace of spiritual consciousness, stored in the original body."

This is indeed an accident.

He continued: "I originally hid it, but was discovered later. I barely guarded the Forest of Resentful Ghosts for so many years, and then I was thrown here again."

Some words were vague in his speech, he just said: "...promise me, you can become a fairy."

Xie Changming had five points of faith in him: "Then you don't want to become a fairy?"

Yijian Zhenren smiled: "I thought about it. But with so many lives, it's not only that... I really can't become a fairy."

They all knew who the unspoken, untouchable, even conscious person was.

He asked again: "Fellow Daoist, you are so talented, you probably know the details of it, why bother to pursue such a thing, it is impossible to escape your fate if you are close to death. Don't you want to become a fairy?"

Xie Changming's death is reflected in the future of Changming Bird.

Xie Changming didn't believe in fate, but he did die twice due to so-called fate. The only luck might be that Sheng Liuyu didn't know that his death was related to him.

Maybe most people really want to become immortals in practice, but Xie Changming only wants to survive, to have more fruits, and to protect the bird he raised.

Immortal cultivation pays attention to pure heart and few desires. Although there are also descendants of Taoist couples, these ties are not important. Everyone has their own fate, and the road to immortality can only be walked alone.

Xie Changming withdrew the saber, retracted his gaze back into the sheath along with the blade, and said slowly: "I can't become a fairy."

People with obsessions cannot soar.

From the moment he met the stupid bird in the first life, he was destined not to become a fairy.

Yijian Zhenren's palm: "There are countless people who died here. I have been waiting for someone to come. If this is the case, this blood pool can be entrusted to you with peace of mind."

Finally, Xie Changming asked: "Is Zheng Hesheng also going to become a fairy?"

Master Yijian shook his head: "I don't know if he can become a fairy, but after today, he probably won't be able to."

Xie Changming looked up at the sky, it was about to rain, he frowned slightly.

When he goes back today, he has to kill Zheng Hesheng to prevent the news from leaking out.

But this person had no turn to kill him.

At the critical moment, Zheng Hesheng escaped from Sheng Liuyu's illusion and ran for his life, but was intercepted by Sheng Liuyu in the Youshui Lake in the suburbs, and an arrow pierced his heart, but Zheng Hesheng did not die immediately.

Standing on the tree, Sheng Liuyu is like a bird standing on the branch, light and fluttering, and the branch only hangs down slightly.

Zheng Hesheng gasped for breath, and thought it was funny again, no wonder he suddenly lost his mind and became obsessed with this person like a fascination.

He is a bright bird.

Under the gods, the closest thing to the immortal way is the ever-bright bird that is rumored to carry a lamp for the gods.

Ever since he knew that there is a fairy way in this world, he has been so eager to become a fairy, and he has sacrificed everything for it, and he is so obsessed with a divine bird with a trace of fairy spirit.

Seeing Changming Bird's cold golden eyes staring at him, he couldn't help laughing: "How many people in the world can escape from Changming Bird's illusion, but I can. Can you guess why?"

Sheng Liuyu didn't answer his words, and slowly drew his bow, but Zheng Hesheng remained unrepentant: "Changming bird, you know, I won't die, what I said will become a fairy, it's all true."

It's true, even Xie Changming can't escape from his illusion in that way, as if his illusion didn't exist, he can come and go freely, no one in the world can do it.

During the rainy season, heavy rain suddenly poured down.

Sheng Liuyu didn't hold an umbrella, he flew down from mid-air, walked slowly towards Zheng Hesheng, bent down to look at him, his expression was unprecedentedly indifferent and calm: "What do you know?"

Zheng Hesheng vomited blood, looked up at him, smiled arrogantly and wildly, as if everything was in his expectation: "Do you think I will lose? Never, even if I die now, even if you It's an ever-bright bird, so what?"

Sheng Liuyu felt the cold, and the rain ran down his eyes, but he didn't close his eyes, but watched Zheng Hesheng die.

And at that moment, Zheng Hesheng's soul immediately disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

Sheng Liuyu pulled out the arrow from the corpse, squeezed it into pieces with a little force.