Qingtian Peak, after Wang Lin left, Madam Qingniu still sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looking at the distant world, after a long time, murmured words that only he could hear.
"It hasn’t been many years since the emperor left the customs. Oasis really couldn’t stand it... The generation of ancestors is very correct... It’s just that there are some subtle places in and out, and in the way of ancestors, it’s too soft and not suitable for today. The situation is over... The purpose of the Oasis is also the purpose of my Great Soul Gate... The same is also the purpose of Returning One Sect..." Madam Qing Niu said with a smile on his face and suddenly said.
"Lu Wenran!"
As soon as his words came out, a ripple of water suddenly appeared in the emptiness behind him, and a middle-aged man appeared from within. This man was wearing a green robe, his appearance was ordinary, but there was a wave of cultivation level fluctuations in the middle of the catastrophe. Spreading out of his body, he stepped out and stood behind the real person Qing Niu, clasping his fists in his hands, his expression was quite respectful.
"Disciple Lu Wenran, I have seen Master!"
"Have you ever met him in Danhai?" Qingniu said without looking back, still looking at the sky in the distance.
"The disciples fought with Ouyang Hui of Guiyizong and Uncle Meng Zhanghai in the Danhai with the green magic envoys of Oasis. According to the instructions left by Master, Uncle Meng took the two of me and pretended to be Lost, escaped with a cloud boat left by a generation of ancestors, so I have never seen this person."
"In seven days, go to the third point of Tianniu with him!" The real man Qingniu closed his eyes.
"Disciple obeys." The middle-aged man looked as usual, but his eyes flashed undetectably, he nodded and retreated, turned into a ripple, and disappeared into nothingness.
In seven days, five days passed in a blink of an eye. During these five days, Wang Lin did not go outside in his mountain, immersed in the multiple illusions, and refined all the refining materials. At this moment, in front of him, According to the refining techniques in the jade slips of multiple illusions, Wang Lin refined a black canvas banner.
This canvas is made from countless materials melted and woven in the way of weaving.
It's just that this thing hasn't been completely successful now, it just has a torso, and it hasn't blended into the dead soul. After Mou Youtian has added the dead soul, it can be used to perform multiple illusions.
Wang Lin was in this cave, his eyes flashed, his right hand lifted up to grab the canvas, and he grabbed the object directly in his hand, shook his body, and left the cave for the first time in five days.
He remembered that the ancestor Qingniu once said that he only had seven days. Now there are two days left. He is going to the ghost peak of the Great Soul Gate to find a ghost and blend it into the canvas.
The figure disappeared. When Wang Lin appeared, he was already outside the burning mountain. His gaze swept away and he looked north of the Great Soul Gate. According to the map of the Great Soul Gate he had, the Ghost Peak was there!
Without thinking, Wang Lin galloped, turning into a phantom and headed straight to the ghost peak.
Just north of the Great Soul Gate, near the edge, there is a forbidden area. There is endless mist around here. Few disciples come here on weekdays. Only when the dead soul is needed, will they come here under the leadership of their respective masters. Look for.
Or those core disciples with a high level of cultivation might come alone by themselves.
In the ghost peak, there are a large number of dead souls collected by the Great Soul Gate in the past. These dead souls are not high in quality, but they are better than easy to obtain. After all, the Great Soul Gate is famous for illusion. Can't be done.
For countless years, despite frequent replenishment, the number of dead souls on the ghost peak has not been too much. After all, sects such as the Great Soul Gate have a great demand for dead souls.
Many of these dead souls were collected by the people of the Great Soul Gate a long time ago and sent here as a sect mission, but despite the ages, there are too few of them that can cultivate on their own and gain the tempering of the years.
Most of them were directly sealed after being sent, and left for disciples to come and take them away in the future.
At dusk on the fifth day, when the sky was grey and dim and looked quite depressing, Wang Lin appeared outside the ghost peak, looking at the mist-shrouded mountain peak, which was gloomy and cold. Facing the face, it seems to be in the yellow spring.
But Wang Lin was not at all uncomfortable. Whether it was his cultivation level or his early transformation of the artistic conception into a yellow spring, everything of this kind made him here, as if walking on the ground.
The cycle of life and death, Huang Quan evolves, and Wang Lin is no stranger. He walked toward the ghost peak without stopping, and slowly entered the ghost peak.
At the approaching moment, a forbidden wave loomed out from the ghost peak, permeating Wang Lin's surroundings, as if to confirm whether Wang Lin was eligible to enter here.
Soon, this restriction dissipated, and Wang Lin calmly stepped into this ghost peak!
Ghost Peak is a bare mountain. The mountain is so high that it seems to penetrate the sky. There is no vegetation on it, and some are just graveyards!
These tombs are densely packed, seeming to be no less than thousands, covering all the peaks.
The gloomy aura enveloped, standing here, if you close your eyes, you can feel the endless roar and whirlpool, although it is silent here, this feeling is extremely strong.
Wang Lin walked through the graves everywhere, and he could feel that in each grave there were more or less dead souls. Most of these dead souls were in a state of being sealed, sometimes some, as if the seal was loose. Floating out.
Silent all the way, Wang Lin swept away his spiritual consciousness and walked towards the top of the mountain. The more he went up, the fewer dead souls there were in the tomb bag. When Wang Lin was about to set foot on the top of the mountain, he saw one. A unique grave!
Above this tomb is the only one with a tombstone. The handwriting on the tombstone is blurry, revealing a smell of vicissitudes and decay, and it seems that how many years have existed.
Under the tombstone, there was a long-haired woman in a white shirt. The woman knelt there, crying.
The cry of crying came into Wang Lin's mind. It was very clear and faintly worried. Except for this cry, it was very quiet. It seemed that there was a faint wind blowing, blowing the white woman's green silk with her back to Wang Lin. Some.
Looking at the white-clothed woman, Wang Lin stopped, and did not continue climbing the mountain, but looked at her with a calm expression.
The crying sound stopped slowly, and the woman seemed to perceive someone behind her, but she did not look back.
"This is my tombstone..." For a long time, a faint voice came from the white-clothed woman. The sound was very ethereal, as if it came from a far away place. If you don't listen carefully, it's hard to hear clearly.
"I can see it." Wang Lin was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
At the moment when Wang Lin's words were spoken, the woman in white suddenly trembled as if she was about to turn her head, but after a pause, she didn't look back.
"Can you see me? You can hear my crying..." the woman said quietly after a long time.
"Yes..." Wang Lin said calmly. In fact, if he wanted to, he could see all the dead souls here, which had a great relationship with his origin of life and death.
Life and death, the difference between the left hand and the right hand, are the same, but different.
"You're not the one I'm waiting for... I'm not your soul..." The woman touched the handwriting on the tombstone and spoke softly.
Wang Lin raised his head and looked over here, looking at the top of the mountain, where there are seven or eight graves, exuding bursts of black air, filled with a few dead souls, of which two or three are very mixed. Refined into a medium-grade ghost sail.
This is the dead soul with the best quality in Ghost Peak.
"I can't find my body, I can only find this tombstone..." the white-clothed woman said, slowly crying again.
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, raised his footsteps, crossed here, and walked towards the graves where the few high-quality dead souls on the top of the mountain were located, but just after he walked a few steps, the white-clothed woman cried vaguely.
"Where is my body, where is my home... My family, where..." The woman's voice entered Wang Lin's heart, and Wang Lin's footsteps stopped.
"What's your name."
"Forgot..." The woman shook her head while crying.
"From now on, call it Kunxu." In Wang Lin's words, he suddenly turned around, raised his right hand and waved forward. In this wave, the figure of the woman suddenly disappeared, and only the grave bag with the tombstone was left.
Soon, Wang Lin left. Instead of choosing those high-quality souls, he chose this woman in white clothes, although the soul of this woman can only refine a first-grade ghost sail.
But where the woman's family is and where is her relatives, Wang Lin's heart trembled.
The process of merging the dead soul into the canvas does not need to be too much. A whole day is enough. After merging into the ghost of the white-clothed woman, the color of Wang Lin's ghost sail changed drastically and became white.
Inside the white canvas, there was a cry of crying from time to time, spreading into the mind, and the back of a white-haired woman crying would appear in people's hearts.
At twilight on the seventh day, a jade and simple jade came like a changhong, penetrating through layers of restraint, and finally floating in front of Wang Lin, who was cross-legged in the cave.
"Wang Lin listened to the order, went to the third hole of the celestial bull, guarded..." The voice of the ancestor of the green bull came from the jade slip, and while echoing the cave, the slip fell in front of Wang Lin, motionless.
Wang Lin opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, he picked up the jade slip, swept away his consciousness, and sent messages into his mind.
The ancestors of the Great Soul Gate used endless years to open up a total of seven locations on Tianniu Island. These seven locations are based on the seven essence holes on the body of the Tianwai Bull that turned into Tianniu Island. Evolved.
In these seven-day cow dens, while being able to use the power of the celestial ox to form a strong formation restriction, it can also bring a lot of mystery to the monks of the celestial cow.
The Great Soul Gate, as early as a generation of ancestors, even calculated the arrival of Wang Lin and calculated this large-scale invasion of the Oasis, how could he not have the slightest preparation!