It was dark and dark, and the mist drifted vaguely.
When Chen He opened his eyes, he thought he had arrived at Cang Jieyuan, and soon he could tell that the surroundings were empty and empty.
He lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand. His five fingers were slender, revealing a strange paleness.
The sleeves of the robe covering the wrist, like a thick layer of dark-colored mist, fluttered indefinitely, and the robe lost its substance.
Several Bi Fang souls with bright red eyes surrounded Chen He. Within their condensed shadow-like bodies, there were chains composed of small talismans, and the ends of the chains were submerged in the lines of the clothes.
The chains kept Bi Fang's soul intact, and at the same time restricted them to Chen He's vicinity, unable to fly away.
The smoky robe waddled far behind him, dispelling the gloomy and gloomy aura. Chen He looked at the clothes thoughtfully. The robes and accessories on the immortal's body were all magic weapons and had a fixed shape.
Pressing his fingers on his forehead, he stroked the scattered long hair.
Boots, crown, jade belt, all disappeared, only such a robe.
-Because the spirit of monsters is refined on this robe
Chen He quickly determined that this body was out of his body, so he only ended up with a single robe to cover his body.
It is very common for the soul to be separated from the body when comprehending the Earth Vessel. Chen He learned all the techniques of the alchemist in Liuyan Mountain. He borrowed the earth fire. Afterwards, every time he comprehended the Earth Vessel, it was like walking into a vast and endless treasure house. , always get something.
This feeling is very subtle, indescribable, and happens only between thoughts.
The situation in front of him is quite novel. Has the transforming leylines brought him somewhere? Chen He looked around, a little uncertain.
In the empty darkness, there is the sound of water flowing.
Chen He walked alone for a long time, but he still didn't see anything. He didn't panic here, and his spirit was stable.
He has encountered many difficulties in his two lifetimes, and it doesn't matter in retrospect, even in such a situation, he can not worry, because he will always find a way out.
Dao, destiny, doom, all can be cut off.
Immortal world, six paths, reincarnation, nothing to worry about.
There are always people in these three thousand worlds who are fearless, their thoughts are one, and they are as clear as a mirror, reflecting only one person. After unraveling the knot, Chen He couldn't even appear in front of his eyes.
The sound of the water was getting louder and louder, and Chen He finally saw the source of the sound.
A huge river that is wide and boundless.
The water of the river is dark, and if you look closely, it is a dirty dark red. On the bank of the river is a vast white reed, and there is a huge snow-white rock standing on it, with brilliance flowing on it.
Chen He glanced at it, and the stone immediately became dim, and there was no abnormality at all.
"This, this immortal."
A weak voice came from afar.
Chen He vaguely saw a figure with a hunched back, holding a pot lid the size of a grinding plate, huddled underneath, trembling and begging in a low voice: "Please restrain your power, the ghosts on Huangquan Road are too scared to move, forget about it. I can't see the ghosts in the river. If you walk a few steps forward, I'm afraid Wangxiangtai will collapse."
I can't stand it anymore, and it's endlessly long-winded, this ghost is also interesting.
Chen He glanced at the turbid river. It turned out that the water spirit veins actually took him to the Yellow Springs for a tour
Wangchuan is also water.
"Which small world is this place?"
"Huh?" Ghost was stunned.
Chen He raised his eyebrows, rolled up his robe sleeves with his fingers, and casually typed a talisman to isolate himself from the surrounding fog.
There seemed to be a bang, and countless white shadows appeared in the empty place. They all looked like they died. They were either old or ferocious, holding their heads and sticking their tongues. There are countless.
But no ghost dared to approach within three feet of Chen He.
In the middle of the silently advancing white shadow, a large open space suddenly appeared.
The ghost who had put the lid on the cauldron, breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to Chen He with his legs—yes, this ghost has legs, which made Chen He look at him with interest.
The official robe and hat, and the patch on the chest is not a beast in the official uniform of the human world, but a hideous monster.
When the official hat swayed, the ghost also had a dignified appearance. Compared with the piles of white shadows around him whose lower body was nothing but smoke, this ghost was no different from a living person. warped.
"Shangxian, what are you doing here?"
Of course Chen He wouldn't care about his name.
He wanted to know if this was a small world at the beginning of the world. The silver carp carries the water spirit veins and wants to peek at the earth veins of the last fairyland. There are things in the world but not in the fairyland.
"There is a magic cultivator named Xing Kaitian, did you know?" Chen He said lightly.
"What, is it him?"
The ghost jumped high, patted his thighs and said, "I'll lead the way for Shangxian, oh, counting you, there are too many people to settle accounts with this Xing Kaitian. But those are ghosts, Newly dead, previously dead... I can't think of it, he even stole the immortal's purse, it's outrageous!"
"… "
Chen He's lips curved slightly.
When walking through the rock that was originally snow-white but now gray-black, Chen He saw many white shadows standing beside the rock and refused to move, and the chattering ghost in the official robe suddenly closed his mouth and looked at Chen He in awe.
"What is this?" Chen He asked casually.
"Report to the Immortal, this is the Three Lives Stone."
"Oh?"
Chen He is a little puzzled. It is rumored that he can see the stones of the past and the next life, mysterious and mysterious, why? Only dead ghosts can use it
The official-robed ghost observed his words and expressions, and explained to Chen He cautiously: "This stone, 80% of the time, dare not take pictures of your three lives as an immortal."
"It's not that it doesn't dare, it's that it can't." Chen He said lightly.
He had a previous life and was reverted back by the way of heaven.
afterlife? He has reached this realm, and he is only one step away from Tianzun. If he can't protect himself and his senior brother, it is probably the destruction of the fairy world!
At that time, the three thousand worlds were destroyed, and what happened to the Three Lives Stone under the Yellow Spring
Chen He gathered the soul light all over his body, and used a talisman to isolate his soul from the outside world. The official robe ghost didn't feel any real power, but after hearing Chen He's casual words, his calf trembled. .
Not cowardice, but an intuition of danger.
"I haven't asked about the name of the immortal." The official robe ghost lowered his eyebrows and asked respectfully.
Chen He guessed that if Li Yan was mentioned, the ghost might know who he was.
But to take the name of Immortal Realm, Chen He does not have the leisurely heart. Hearing the situation, Xing Litian has not yet reincarnated. There are many old people living in this Huangquan Difu, so why use unfamiliar names
"Are all ghosts in the underworld as long-winded as you?"
The official-robed ghost shuddered when he heard this, and did not dare to ask again.
Going out to a long distance in twists and turns, a tall city wall slowly appeared in the black mist. Chen He noticed that among the new ghosts who came along the same road, the white shadows whose figures were blurred had disappeared. These, although some of them have green faces and fangs, they all still look decent, their eyes are bright, and they appear to be conscious.
There are brocade clothes and jade belts, and there are also traders and pawns, but most of them are ghosts dressed as monks.
Chen He is very familiar with their costumes, and can even recognize the sects that some monks belong to. This is the case in the small world of Fuchu. No matter what the purpose of the Taoism passed down by the immortals, things are good things after all. Much has been lost over time, but some qualities remain the same.
It was interesting to say that the closest to Chen He was a Taoist man with a peach wood sword on his back and blood stains on his body, but with a delicate face, looking at the spiritual energy entangled in his soul, he was probably a Jindan cultivator.
He widened his eyes, looking at Chen He as if he were watching the red-crowned crane dancing in the lava.
"This little Taoist priest." Chen He thought teasingly, "I see that your Yintang is black and red, this is a peach blossom blood miasma, life and death are a catastrophe, one wrong step will never end."
"Hey? Have such a face?"
Jindan cultivator's instinctive interface, and then he found himself fooled: "I'm dead, what a face!"
"How can you say that? People of the Heluo faction are considered destiny when they are alive, and disasters are considered disasters when they become immortals.
Cultivator Jindan had a stiff face, not knowing how to refute.
The official-robed ghost who led the way for Chen He was quite frightened. He didn't understand that the "cold and arrogant Shangxian" had suddenly become someone who made fun of low-level monks.
"Senior... I don't know the title of the senior?" Jin Dan cultivator's face was confused, apparently because Chen He's spirit was more real than a living person, and the situation of a few Bi Fang flying around was frightened. The cultivation world has not heard of any big man recently. Fall.
No, I have never heard of such a Mahayana monk.
While speaking, the city gate was approaching, and three black and twisted characters hung high on it.
"Wangxiangcheng."
As soon as Chen Hefu stepped in, someone screamed.
There are also decent-looking city gate officers next to the city gate, as well as weird-looking ghost soldiers holding iron ropes. This exclamation was made by the city gate officer.
With an old face, Chen He didn't have the slightest impression.
"What are you bluffing for!" The official-robed ghost who led the way felt that he had lost face, and immediately yelled loudly.
The city gate officer was about to faint, and he was trembling and didn't know what to call it: "Chen...you, you, the devil..."
Guanpao Gui was shocked: "How did you say that, this is a high immortal, how can it be rude?"
Chen He walked over without seeing it.
Wangxiang City is very large, except for the city full of vegetal elements, the white banners of the shops are hung with black characters, which is not much different from the world. In front of the city gate is a high platform, which goes straight into the depths of the fog, and the cries are endless.
The Jindan cultivator of the Heluo faction stood there melancholy, and a few ghost soldiers came to urge: "Can't you get to Wangxiangtai? If you can't, go into the city, don't get in the way!"
"Uh, didn't you cross the Naihe Bridge?" Jindan cultivator was a little confused.
"Just think about it, no one will stop you. It's just that the longer you live in the underworld, the stronger the yin you will get. I'm afraid there will be no good things in the next life. If you think about it, go to reincarnation as soon as possible! If you can't think of it, you will live for a few years. I can't stand these crying, crying, and dying places."
An old man who was counting paper money at the gate of the city laughed, "There is no food or drink here, and nothing to wear is useless. There is no other entertainment except watching ghosts dancing and killing ghosts for fun. Who can stay for a long time?"
"Immortals will also come to Huangquan?" Jin Dan cultivator looked at Chen He's back, still feeling strange in his heart.
The old man who counted the paper money stretched out his head and said with some fear, "Is there really an immortal?"
The hand holding the paper money suddenly stopped, and the old man counted the money again in disbelief. He was furious and jumped up and shouted angrily: "Xing Litian, you bastard, get out of here, you are stealing the old man's money again!"