I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Life in the alchemy furnace was not easy.

Shao Mobai only felt that there were countless balls of flames rushing back and forth in his body, burning his lungs to the point of scorching.I don't know what Wuji is doing now, but he asked Mingjun to watch, maybe he can rest assured.

It is said that all the gods in the sky are unwilling to mess with being punished to cross the catastrophe.But looking at the two lives of this human being, there is still only one Duan Wuji that he cares about.He will never forget the appearance of this little devil, no, even if he is reincarnated or ascended to become a god, he will never forget it forever.Such sweet memories were brought to him in the past two lifetimes, and he was very satisfied with what happened to him.

If possible, he really hopes to make another mistake, stay with Duan Wuji for more than ten lifetimes, experience the ups and downs of the world, and come back to the sky.

Perhaps Duan Wuji was the one who redeemed him, and when he thought of this person, the time in the pill furnace would not be so difficult.So he breathed a surge of true energy, and began to absorb and breathe, gradually opening the previously sealed divine veins.

Ming Jun told him that Ghost Ancestor was very difficult to deal with.Sitting on three tear pills and one great god pill, not to mention the more than 1 years of his cultivation under the Wangchuan River.

Everyone knows that there is almost no chance of winning, but the gods still believe in him. Maybe he won the battle 8000 years ago, so he has some prestige.

But today is not the same as in the past, according to Taishang Laojun's description, he has been doing nothing all the time when he was a fairy, holding a wine pot all day long, and his spells have not improved, but his verbal skills have improved a lot.

Shao Mobai somewhat looked down on himself as a god. After all, when he was the lord of martial arts in the mortal world, although he could say dead people with just one mouth, his martial arts were still the best in the world anyway. He was both civil and martial.

Calculated in this way, his mana is not as good as Ghost Ancestor, and the tear pill in his arms has not been cleansed, and he cannot fully borrow mana. In this comparison, it is judgemental.

From this point of view, even if he lost to Ghost Ancestor, even if he was beaten to death, it was within the expectations of the gods.Just for him, even though he has no ability, he took away the good name of "die for the common people".

Facing him is sacrifice and death. He has no choice, but he is willing to go.

He didn't understand before, why so many gods, and even the high heavenly emperor, put all their hopes on him?He forcefully explained it as the war that took place 8000 years ago, but this didn't seem convincing.

I still don't understand it now, but if I figure it out, what does it matter if I figure it out?

Some things don't have to be done for a reason.The target he wants to kill despite life and death is the ghost ancestor who caused an uproar in the six realms, and Donghuang Guiyi who has a wolfish ambition to poison the six realms. An almost weightless speck of dust is worth it.

Thinking of this, Shao Mobai was a little complacent, not wanting that his thoughts could go up to a new level when he was on the verge of life and death.

After two days and two nights, Taishang Laojun opened the alchemy furnace.

"Master?"

The front suddenly became bright, and Shao Mobai stared blankly at the lid of the alchemy furnace, confused—didn't it be said that it would take three days?

The Taishang Laojun sat cross-legged, and only asked the boy to go up and help him out, "I have done everything that should be done, and the rest is up to the god himself."

"What does the old gentleman mean?"

Taishang Laojun held Fuchen in his arms, and said slowly: "Ninety percent of Shenjun's mana has recovered, and the last ten percent will turn around in two hours."

The progress was faster than expected, Shao Zhengbai was overjoyed, "So, I will immediately attack the underworld and kill him by surprise!"

"—Wait a minute."

When he reached the door, he was called.

"Shen Jun thinks that the three days that the old man said are just talking casually?"

"That......"

"Can the tear pill in Shenjun's body cleanse the soul?"

Shao Moonbai was taken aback - of course there was no such thing.

In the end, this tear pill was taken out from the body of an old ghost, and it was swallowed by him before it was cleansed, and a low howling cry could be heard from time to time, perhaps it was the heartfelt voice of that old ghost.

So far, he has subdued four ghosts in total.Both Pingge and Haitang were sent to the underworld to serve their sentences.Although Zhong Ling was injured by the turbid soul, Duan Wuji helped him read a barrier technique to protect him when his soul was about to fly away, and the soul that was about to disperse gathered in the center again, and finally barely formed.It's just that Shao Mobai was in a coma during that time, and it was Ming Jun who came to Yangjie to pick up Zhong Ling himself.

As for the last one, the ghost of the old man, Shao Mobai neither knew its origin nor its whereabouts, and now he urgently needed to cleanse his soul but he couldn't see the ghost, he was really anxious.The tear pill that has not been cleansed is mixed with deep resentment, which cannot fully use its mana for Shao Mobai, who is the real god.

"When I got this tear pill, I just had a big fight with Zhuo Yu, and I had no time to take care of the ghost. Later, I don't know if it was wiped out in the fight, or it fled somewhere. In short, the ghost now has nothing to do. There is no trace, if you want to cleanse your soul, there is no way at all."

Taishang Laojun said: "However, if you don't cleanse your soul, this tear pill will be nothing in your body."

"Since that's the case, do I need to take it out?"

Taishang Laojun smiled, perhaps blaming him for his innocence, "Shenjun, do you know that your spell belongs to the same clan as the tear pill?"

"Of course I know."

"Then do you know that if you get a pure tear pill, your mana will be almost twice as much as before?"

"Really?!" Shao Mabai's eyes lit up, and then dimmed again after a while, "But you also know, Laojun, that we have no way to cleanse our souls now."

"I can't, of course, neither can the gods." Taishang Laojun slowly got up, stopped in front of him, and said solemnly, "But those who are capable, are willing to help you."

Shao Mobai's eyebrows twitched, "Who?"

Taishang Laojun smiled comfortingly, "He is already waiting outside the hall, God Lord go see him quickly."

Someone knocked on Shao Zhengbai's heart, and he felt his heart beat faster for a while, although he didn't know where the speed came from.He walked towards the outside of the hall, his steps getting faster and faster, and he was even trotting when he finally pushed the door open.

The wooden door made a heavy sound mixed with a sense of age, like a horn blowing on the edge of the desert, with a buzzing sound, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Outside the Nagato, in front of the broad steps, a tall and tall shadow turned around under the red clouds, and in an instant, the spring breeze was thousands of miles away.

Shao Mobai stretched his eyebrows and called softly:

.........................

In fact, the color of the mana flowing out of the body can distinguish the type of God.

Duan Wuji belongs to the wood system, so his Great God Pill and energy source are both blue.And Shao Mobai belonged to the water system, so it was supposed to be blue, but because his spell was enlightened by Nuwa, the tear that turned into the tear pill was a tear of blood, so his great god pill was blood red.Many gods thought he was a god of fire, but he was not.

In the last day of Xunhui, Duan Wuji's magic was used to cleanse the tear pill's soul.

It is said to be a spell, but it is actually similar to the exchange of blood in the mortal world. It is to circulate his clean and pure mana in the tear pill for seven to forty-nine cycles, washing out all the resentment.There is no Floating Mirror, no white moonlight, only relying on his weak magic power to slowly dilute the resentment, and finally bring it all out.After all, the gods of the wood system are pure and pure, and they are the nemesis of these filthy qi.It can be done in a day.

As for his mana, it has not been fully recovered yet.

According to the meaning of the Emperor of Heaven, the two of them had originally descended to the mortal world to be robbed, but now that the robbing is not over, theoretically they will continue to experience robbing.But Shao Yubai was ordered to subdue the ghost ancestor when he was in danger, so naturally he had no choice but to advance the day when the catastrophe was over.After all, in the face of the tenth level of danger, the third level of punishment is still a piece of soil in the mountains, so it is not a concern.

But Duan Wuji didn't exist.

The Heavenly Court has not yet reached the point where he has to take action, so the Heavenly Emperor is still considering whether to break the rules and let him ascend through the Tribulation, or seal up his spells and memories, and continue to break into the mortal world.

But now that he was in trouble, he was so worried that his hair was on fire, so he ignored it for the time being.

Moreover, when Shao Duan was in the Heaven Realm, he was very popular, so the gods deliberately did not mention it in front of the Heavenly Emperor, and even when the Heavenly Emperor finally got distracted and came out to ask, they all brought Guizu to Guizu in a serious manner.

So, Shao Mobai, no, it's already the Baiji Festival.

Thus, Bai Ji obtained a peaceful world for two people.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

The Taishang Laojun asked him to recuperate for two hours, and then cleanse his soul after he had fully recovered, so as not to collide with the mana of the two gods and make his body overwhelmed.

So, they went to Penglai.The mountains and rivers there are clear and clean, and it is a good place for meditation.

On a small pumice stone around Penglai Xiandao, Duan Wuji sat down beside him.Shao Mubai sat cross-legged, but Duan Wuji didn't like it. He stretched out his two legs, hanging on the edge of the pumice stone, swaying gently in the air.

"Wuji, will you miss me?"

Shao Zhengbai's words were very soft, far away from the smoky Penglai, there was little peace.

Duan Wuji didn't answer immediately, but slowly put his hand on the back of his hand and rested for a while.

"meeting."

Shao Mobai curled his lips slightly, perhaps because there was a big battle to be fought, any emotions seemed light on him now.He turned his hands over and interlocked his fingers with Duan Wuji.

He knew how dangerous this trip was.

"There is a saying in martial arts that if one person lives and tens of thousands of people die, it is to risk the disgrace of the world, and it is the work of a devil. But if one person dies and thousands of people live, it is the action of a chivalrous man." The person's side face said, "Wuji, if something happens this time, I will be your hero, and you will be my little devil, how about it?"

The clenched hands trembled, and he said, "You will win."

Shao Mobai reminded him: "Ghost ancestors are far better than they were back then. Not only have I cultivated for 1 years, but I also have three tear pills and the Great God Pill of Knowing Ghosts. The Taishang Laojun said that even if I have recovered all the spells of the Gods , and there is only a [-]% chance of winning."

Duan Wuji didn't seem to hear his words, but he was still very sure: "You will win."

Shao Yubai was taken aback, then laughed: "Do you trust me that much?"

"Yeah." Duan Wuji nodded, paused, and said, "They said that I, like you, are immortals who have not recovered their mana and memory. I actually don't know who I am, let alone your spells. How tall, but I still believe in you. You will always be the God in my heart."

You are always the God in my heart.

These words are like the first ray of snow that melts in spring, with a trace of coldness that has not faded in winter, and the warmth of spring sunshine, warming someone's heart.

Shao Mobai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at him, "Wuji..."

Duan Wuji withdrew his gazing gaze, met the man's gaze, and opened his lips:

"Even if it's only [-]%, I still believe you."

In the slender and soft afterglow of Penglai Island, the eyes of the two merged into one.The white mist curls up, and the smoke rises from Penglai.The glare of light passed between the two of them, blurring the lines of nose and lips.

The upper body is slightly tilted, the head is tilted, and the lips meet.

The light is gone.

Today's traceless, sweet