Thinking of these two words, Wen Xuan's whole body sweated. He couldn't guess what these words meant at the time, but now looking at the scene in front of him, he naturally felt that there was no doubt that the words were referring to here. For a time, Wen Xuan was at a loss.
Chu Lian rarely told him anything in such a tone. Since Chu Lian said so, it must be a very fatal thing.
Wenxuan stared at the small hole in the ice that he had just smashed, and he regretted it too much, for fear that this piece of ice was really broken by him.
Fortunately, after a while, the hole began to slowly disappear into the invisible. At the same time, the young man's figure faded slightly. It was an almost imperceptible trace, indicating that this spiritual sense was consuming its own strength in order to protect this place.
Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly let the surging aura around him go around to attack other places. As for this piece of ice, he felt that it was better not to touch it for the time being.
Before leaving, Wen Xuan glanced back. The young figure was still floating there, looking at him with a smile.
It was a laugh without any substance, but it was inexplicably reassuring.
In the end, Wenxuan's entire body was swept away by this majestic spiritual energy, and he punched a total of 48 gates, which was more than several times stronger than the last time. Soon, Wenxuan's mind was detached from his inner vision and escaped into an indescribable void.
This is a space called "Tao".
Only when the realm is broken, can cultivators use the power of aura to communicate with the world and touch the "Tao". At this moment, many concepts in my heart that seemed to be covered by a barrier will become clear, and spiritual thoughts can reach an unprecedented level of development. Only through this process can the cultivator gain a deeper understanding of what he has cultivated, and can truly take that step forward.
The last time Wenxuan was condensed, it was this process. Therefore, before directly shattering the Dao Foundation and falling to the realm, Wenxuan's Condensation Yuan can only be regarded as half of the Condensation Yuan. Even if the Dao body and mana can be reluctantly discussed in terms of condensing essence, his mind has always stayed on the foundation.
Now this gap has finally been filled.
Wen Xuan opened his eyes from the void and saw many hazy floating lights floating around him. As his mind moved, these floating lights began to wander and merge. This is a reflection of his inner way.
What kind of scene do you want these floating lights to make up? What path are you going to take in the future
Wenxuan asked himself on his own, and then pondered on his own to answer. As the answer becomes clearer, the excess floating light gradually dissipates, the scattered floating light gradually gathers, and finally aggregates into three clear light and shadows. Wen Xuan stretched out his hand and touched it, his heart filled with joy uncontrollably.
Break and stand. The second time he broke through to Ningyuan, he finally realized that there were three kinds of magical powers that belonged to him. This is a number that is arrogant among the cultivators of the same generation, just like when he broke through from weapon refining to foundation building.
After going through ups and downs, he finally achieved the strength a cultivator should have.
Hearing a clear sound, the aura surrounding Wenxuan gathered and dispersed, creating a wave of air. In the jacket that was brought up, Wen Xuan opened his eyes with a smile, and once again looked at the cave he was in.
The cold air has been swept away, and for the first time in fifty years, there is a sense of ice and snow melting here. Although the horn of the demon in his hand was still emitting a chill, but Wenxuan's mana was running, and the chill was continuously inhaled into his body, which could not escape his palm at all.
When it was done, Wenxuan couldn't help but be overjoyed. Now it's just a matter of waiting for this thing to be taken back.
Thinking like this, Wen Xuan looked towards the entrance of the cave, but what he saw made him shudder.
A person, a woman, stood at the entrance of the cave.
Why is there a woman in a place like this? Wen Xuan just flashed this question in his mind, and the woman had already drifted into the hole.
Yes, float in.
Wen Xuan couldn't help but take a step back. He remembered that this is probably the female ghost in the legend. It finally came across.
Although it is said that the female ghost is not very good, Wen Xuan still has a 12-point vigilance.
The female ghost's head was raised, and she could see her appearance before her death, she was a beautiful woman. It's just that now that delicate face is pale, and it's a little more terrifying. She just raised this pale face and kept staring at Wen Xuan.
In fact, long before Wenxuan found her, she had been staring at Wenxuan, and she didn't know how long.
"This... girl?" Wen Xuan's scalp was numb from the stare, and he couldn't help asking, "Why are you stuck here?"
Although he clearly knew that the other party should not be able to hurt him, it was the first time he had encountered such a thing, so he was inevitably a little cowardly. After all, ghosts and monsters are very rare, and if they don't have great obsessions or grievances, they generally don't stay in the world.
The female ghost didn't answer, she still stared straight at Wen Xuan.
Wen Xuan was about to continue trying to communicate when the female ghost suddenly became excited.
She opened her mouth and shouted a sound, but she couldn't hear what it was. Before the roar came to the ground, she suddenly rushed towards Wenxuan.
Wen Xuan suddenly took a big step back.
The female ghost rushed towards his face, but stopped abruptly one step away from him, as if hitting a wall.
That is Wenxuan's aura of protection.
Wenxuan, as a decent Ningyuan cultivator of Xuanmen, can naturally restrain this kind of ghostly thing with his protective aura. I saw the female ghost coming out of green smoke repeatedly, and her face showed a painful color, obviously the trauma was not light.
"Girl," Wen Xuan's face also sank, "What do you want to do?"
The female ghost turned a deaf ear, and didn't even care about the pain caused by this spiritual energy. She just opened her mouth and cried, her hands kept scratching on the barrier erected by the protective spiritual energy, trying desperately to get closer.
"It's useless." Wen Xuan told her, "You are too shallow to break my aura."
I don't know if the female ghost understood, she suddenly stepped back a little.
Wen Xuan couldn't help but sighed in relief.
As a result, before the breath came to the ground, the female ghost rushed up again and hit the barrier again. It was a suicidal act, and she let out a loud cry.
Wen Xuan couldn't watch it coldly any longer. For some reason, seeing this scene in front of him, his heart tensed.
"Girl, why are you obsessed?" His voice contained a little unnoticeable trembling. "What's your obsession? Tell me, maybe I can help you. Don't rely on it anymore, why do you have to do this kind of useless work? ?"
But the female ghost didn't know to give up at all, and kept crashing against the barrier that was impossible to break through. The yin qi in her body kept being shattered, making a sizzling sound, as if being burned. It was an extreme pain, but she just cried and didn't stop for a moment.
Wen Xuan's scalp was numb. What is she going to do? Inhale yang? Would ghosts let themselves be so traumatized in order to absorb yang energy? Wenxuan didn't understand ghosts, so he didn't know the answer.
He wanted to hear what the syllables in the other's throat were, but no matter how he identified them, they were just out-of-tune syllables. But this sound is not completely incomprehensible, like some kind of person will make...
Wen Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he asked uncertainly, "You... were you dumb during your lifetime?"
The female ghost whined twice, but it was still an indistinguishable syllable, like a mute among mortals. Because of countless suicidal collisions, her appearance has become much lighter than at the beginning, as if a candle in the wind will be blown away at any time. And two lines of tears finally slid down her face.
Seeing these tears, Wen Xuan didn't know why, but felt as if he had been hammered hard in his heart, and it hurt a lot.
Seeing that the female ghost stepped back a little further and was about to bump into him again, Wen Xuan did something that he didn't even know why.
He removed all the protective aura, all of them, and not a single bit.
When the female ghost screamed and rushed again, she went straight to him.
At the moment when he was surrounded by Yin Qi, Wen Xuan was still in a trance. He felt like he was going crazy. Even if he has already stepped into the realm of condensed yuan, he is so unpreparedly attacked by ghosts, as long as the other party has a little malicious intentions, he can make him unable to eat and walk around, and it is not impossible for him to die directly.
However nothing happened.
Wenxuan felt cold tears falling on his shoulders.
Then the yin qi that had been entangled in his body, and the little tear on his shoulders, seemed to have evaporated suddenly, and all disappeared without a trace.
Wenxuan looked around in a daze, and couldn't find the shadow of the female ghost anywhere. He almost thought it was all hallucinations.
But it couldn't be all hallucinations just now.
Of course, the female ghost may have just gone away or hid. But then, what's the point of her persistent actions before
Wenxuan couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head, put the matter behind him temporarily, put the horn of the demon in his sleeve, went out of the cave, and walked down the mountain.
The way down the mountain is much smoother than the way up. Because the horn of the demon is no longer in place, the formation eye has been destroyed, and the cold wind in the mountain has almost completely dissipated, leaving only a little bit of cold air left in the snow. When it was less than one-fifth of the time when it was used, Wen Xuan saw the marked stone.
To his surprise, there were still two figures standing beside the stone.
At least a day and a night have passed since the three of them separated. Nonetheless, when Wenxuan appeared, Jian Jian saw it at first sight, and the whole person suddenly rushed over and slammed into Wenxuan's arms.
Wen Xuan caught him and rubbed his hair, "Why don't you go down the mountain and wait?"
Jian Jian didn't speak, just buried his head on Wen Xuan's shoulder. Because he had been blowing in the cold wind for too long, his cheeks were flushed, and his hands had turned purple.
"Fellow Daoist Wen, you can figure it out." The Daoist Sun also greeted him, "I persuaded fellow Daoist Jian to go down the mountain, but he is not willing." Until now.
When he got closer, he realized that Wen Xuan's body was already filled with the aura of Ning Yuan, and he was stunned for a moment. After a long while, he cupped his hands, his expression was subtle, with a bit of happiness, and a bit of jealousy, "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Wen for being promoted to Ning Yuan."
Wen Xuan smiled and nodded. He wanted to return the salute, but Jian Yi was still leaning in his arms and refused to go out.
Wen Xuan sighed, but instead of pushing him away, he found his hands that were purple from the cold and wrapped them in his palm, "Sorry, I made you worry."
"I'm not worried." Jian Yi finally said, but the volume was very small, "I know you'll be fine, but you waited a little longer."
Wen Xuan smiled and covered his face again, "Yes, sorry for keeping you waiting."
Sun Daoren, who was ignored by the side, couldn't help coughing, interrupting their blinding actions, and asked, "Friend Wen, what is going on on this mountain? I think the wind and snow are already weak. Many, whether..."
When it comes to business affairs, Wenxuan Jian and the two finally separated.
Wen Xuan smiled and said four words, "Fortunately not to be humiliated."
"What?" Sun Daoren was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, and was immediately surprised, "Is this true?"
Wen Xuan took out the horn of the demon from his sleeve and placed it in front of him.
As soon as Sun Daoren was excited, he wanted to touch it, but he was almost hurt by the cold. These chills are now confined within the palm of Wen Xuan's palm, but as long as they are encountered, they are still very fatal.
"I used a method..." Wen Xuan intends to explain how to control the horn of the demon, but his own cultivation technique is involved, and he doesn't know how to explain it.
Fortunately, Daoren Sun didn't care, he shook his hand and said, "If that's the case, you can just hold it, friend Daoist Wen. When you see our fairy, please give it to her yourself."
Wen Xuan naturally nodded in agreement.
The three continued to walk down while talking.
Wen Xuan roughly talked about what happened on the mountain. This Daoist Sun is now very enthusiastic about Wenxuan, and his supportive attitude is very good. Hearing that it was the formation set up by Ye Shengge, his face was full of sighs. Later, when he heard about the female ghost, he also had a thoughtful expression on his face, thinking seriously together with Wenxuan.
Simple sticking to Wenxuan's side, it was surprisingly quiet, and for the first time he didn't say a word.
"Under what circumstances will the ghost disappear suddenly?" Sun Daoren suddenly said, "Could it be that you have become a Buddha?"
Wen Xuan was stepping on a small snow bag, and when he heard this, he almost fell into it.
"Just guessing." Sun Daoren laughed dryly again.
Wenxuan couldn't help but think along those words, and the more he thought about it, the more sweat began to appear on his forehead.
Yes, ghosts stay in the world, usually because their wishes are unfulfilled and their obsessions are too deep. Once the obsession is satisfied, the ghost will naturally disappear. But with this, Wen Xuan recalled the scene just now, and his scalp couldn't help but tingle again. The female ghost's obsession, shouldn't it be to pounce on him
No, it wasn't just a pounce.
At that last moment, the female ghost held him in her arms.
Wen Xuan's hands and feet were cold.
"That female ghost," he asked again, pretending to be casual, "how long have you been here?"
Daoren Sun shook his head, "I can't tell you the specifics. But according to the townspeople, she has been here since this snow-capped mountain turned into a snow-capped mountain. It's almost fifty years."
Wen Xuan took a deep breath, and the coldness spread from his hands and feet to his heart.
He didn't know his exact age, nor his birthday. He only knew that when he was picked up by Chu Lian back to Shuiyunzong, it happened to be almost fifty years ago.
"By the way." Daoyou Sun said again, "Before you were trapped in the mountains, I was worried that something would happen, and I sent a letter to our fairy. She was very concerned about it, and replied that she had dismissed everything, and she would be rushing soon. Come. Now I have to tell her again so she doesn't come."
"Is Fairy Murong coming?" Wen Xuan asked.
"That's what she said. But since you're all right, let her wait for us to go back."
"No," Wen Xuan said, "if she can come, that would be great."
Sun Daoren was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to say such a thing.
"I want to wait for her here." Wen Xuan silently clenched his fists in his sleeves, "I want to stay in that town for a few more days... I have to ask about something."