Dust roots [comprehension]

The swarm came up again, and the tunnel Lou Yingxuan blasted disappeared again, and the answer from the dark hall came from afar: "Song Huaichen must die, if you chase after me, I will kill you too."

The spiritual voices of the dark hall monks who disappeared and reappeared were different from the previous ones. Lou Yingxuan didn't even know how many of them there were, and couldn't be sure whether the ones who appeared now were the ones who fought against each other.

"I've taken care of Song Huaichen's affairs!" Lou Yingxuan swung her long whip, several purple thunders fell from the sky one after another, she was whipped into the group of pheasants, and the scorched wreckage fell onto the defensive barrier of Huachi On the ground, white smoke spurted out one after another, "If you want my life, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Lou Yingxuan wanted to break through the barrier of the birds, but the dark hall took it as the best defense and kept moving to places where there were many birds.The speed of the ferocious pheasant, which was completely aroused, increased again, and streaks of red light bloomed, dyeing the sky an ominous red.

Hua Chi is good at defending, Lou Yingxuan is good at attacking, and the female cultivator of Wuxiang Hall swung her whip to attack, leading to a series of purple thunders, thick clouds gathered in the sky, and the majesty of the heavens loomed, watching this event that surpassed the limit of spiritual power in the world. fighting.

Lou Yingxuan recruited a killer, and the terrifying spiritual power poured out like a whip hitting a flood. The monk in the dark hall didn't seem to have any intention of confronting Lou Yingxuan, and kept breaking through the red light created by the swarm The screen tried to escape far away, and they did not hesitate to use their spiritual power when they shot. One after another attack broke through the light curtain of the phoenix, ran over the barrier of Huachi, or dispelled or turned around, tearing up pieces of woods. and the mountains beyond.

The sky and the earth are in turmoil, and the secret realm of Wanwu Hyogo distorts the scenery like a torn drawing paper, revealing a cotton-like tear, revealing the real world behind the drawing paper——

That is a simple and vast world, where the sea and the sky meet, extremely clear yet extremely chaotic.

A terrifying strong wind blows out from the crack, and the helpless group of pheasants in the Hall of Wuxiang are blown away instantly like dust. The barrier of Huachi seems to have been cut by a sharp axe, and a flat opening was split open!

The barrier maintained with all his strength was broken, Hua Chi suffered a backlash, his throat was sweet, but he had no time to worry about himself, and forcibly used his spiritual power, intending to close the gap.If it is blown by that wind, none of the people under his enchantment will survive!

Lou Yingxuan, who was outside the barrier, didn't care about the monks in the dark hall, and hurriedly dodged.

She swung the whip to draw the thunder, and the whip shadow wove a light curtain in front of her body, but the falling thunder was blown away by the strong wind, and couldn't reach the position she wanted, and couldn't reach her whip, so the light curtain of the whip shadow was dim, and the defense was weak .

The weak defense couldn't stop the strong wind, Lou Yingxuan only persisted for a moment, and was blown away by the wind——

The will of heaven came down, bridging the cracks in the secret realm, and then the will of heaven penetrated to build an indestructible small space, isolating the space where Wuxiang Temple exists from the mortal world.

When the wind subsided, the group of birds disappeared, and Lou Yingxuan and Antang also fell to nowhere.

Huachi's barrier closed again, Lu Tingyun felt crushed pain all over his body, facing the existence far beyond his own strength, all he could do was to bend down and use his body to protect Song Huaichen in vain.

Song Huaichen's breath was weak, the wound on his chest hadn't stopped bleeding, Lou Yingxuan's life-saving elixir could have hanged his life, but if he didn't get timely treatment, it was still uncertain whether he could be saved.

The first thing Hua Chi did after he stabilized the barrier was to visit his little junior brother.

Song Huaichen's eyes were already closed, and his face was ominously pale and faintly blue due to excessive blood loss.

From Song Huaichen's sneak attack to the appearance of Heaven's will, in fact, only a very short time passed.

The dark hall appeared, and Hua Chi pulled Lu Tingyun and others from the sky. The place where Lu Tingyun landed was just close to Song Huaichen, so he was able to stay by his side from the beginning. After reaching the other end of the enchantment, it was only at this time that he rushed over in a scrambling manner.

Huang Yaoshi was scorched by something, half of his face was scorched black, and his goatee was also burned unevenly, looking more and more embarrassed.He rushed over and grabbed Song Huaichen's wrist, and almost couldn't feel his pulse: "No..." Fangzhang Shan Yaoshi said with trembling lips, "This can't be done..."

He raised his eyes and met Hua Chi's eyes. The latter had a solemn expression. Their eyes collided, and they said almost at the same time: "We have to drag his primordial spirit out."

Lu Tingyun's mind exploded: "What did you say?"

"It's the same as that Ganoderma lucidum spirit. Abandon the body and preserve the soul." Hua Chi glanced outside the barrier, with an anxious expression on his face, he was very worried about Lou Yingxuan.

Huang Yaoshi directly said: "The people in the dark hall are too dark to attack. Song Huaichen's injury can't be cured without a big magic circle, but there is no absolutely safe environment, and the big magic circle used to save people must not be used!" There must be no mistakes in the formation of curing diseases and saving lives.

Huang Yaoshi spoke very fast: "Usually the cultivator has to get out of his body when the primordial spirit comes out of his body, and outsiders will definitely hurt his soul if he drags him hard. Song Huaichen is unconscious now, he can't come out by himself, and his spiritual consciousness is injured, we can't It's hard to drag, so Lu Tingyun, it's up to you to save Song Huaichen."

"What are you talking about?" Lu Tingyun's ears were ringing, unable to digest Huang Yaoshi's words.

The scene of confiding his heart on the narrow bed is still in front of him, and Song Huaichen's lonely turning around still makes him feel uncomfortable. A real person, a moment ago, he was clearly alive and kicking, laughing and losing his temper, but now... he can only leave Yuanshen?

Huang Yaoshi slapped Lu Tingyun on the face: "Calm down!"

"Song Huaichen's life is in your hands now!"

"Little puppet! That little puppet!" Huang Yaoshi grabbed Lu Tingyun's shoulder and shook it, "After Song Huaichen enters the samadhi, his soul will cover him unconsciously. That little puppet is in your hands! Will cover it!"

"Little puppet?" The confusion in Lu Tingyun's eyes dissipated little by little, his mind was still a little numb, but his hand had already been inserted into the pouch.

——I forced you to join the WTO, will you blame me?

For no reason, Lu Tingyun remembered the conversation in the dream, and the picture of the tea pavilion flashed before his eyes unexpectedly.

——I hope you don't blame me, because this world is so interesting.

Dialogues that did not exist in the dream appeared naturally, and the picture in front of him continued at the same time. Qing Mingjun took out a small puppet from his sleeve and put it on the table, and said to him with a little pride: "Look, I recently went to the mortal world to learn I carved it with one hand." Qing Mingjun took the puppet's hand and made it make various movements, "Isn't it delicate?"

What's so clever about it?Immortals can give shape to vegetation with one breath, just make a ball of clay, draw two talismans on it, and it can become a living person. A puppet without a soul?

Lu Tingyun took out the puppet from the pouch, but the emotions in the dream somehow overwhelmed the real consciousness.It felt like I finally remembered something important, even though I knew the timing was wrong, but I couldn't think about anything else.

Emotions came and went quickly, Lu Tingyun's eyes were fixed, and the consciousness of reality regained its uppermost peak. He is the Lu Tingyun who knows how to make puppets and understands its fun and ingenuity.

He opened his mouth and shouted: "Song Huaichen."

Song Huaichen saw his inner demon again.

The thunder and lightning cage was gone, and there was a circle of silver lines on the ground, and the man in the red suit sat inside the circle "drawing the ground as a prison".

"You're awake." The man in red who still couldn't see his face greeted Song Huaichen.

"Yes." Song Huaichen replied simply.

The moment a crack appeared in the secret realm, he was actually awake for a moment, like a stranded fish being hit by a wave, he took a breath, and was extraordinarily awake as if returning to the light, instantly seeing the situation that he couldn't see clearly before.

"You are trapped." The man in red said again.

Song Huaichen's answer was still: "Yes." After a pause, he continued, "That's right, give me some time to think about it."

"What do you want? Do you know what is trapping you?" the red-robed man asked him with interest.

"I know I'm trapped, so of course I know what's trapping me." Song Huaichen didn't pretend, "I'm trapped here and I can't get out. If I'm trapped for a long time, I'll die."

"Death... so there is really nothing to be afraid of." When he first entered the mortal world, he was tortured by suffocation, and recently he was tortured by the pain of the soul. Huang Yaoshi said that the dark hall attacked Taiyin, but for Song Huaichen, it was only a short-term pain After a while, it was easier than the previous torture.

"Death is really not scary. The scary thing is that you can't die." The red-robed man sighed, "But what's even more terrifying is the person who is not afraid of anything for the sake of his purpose. Even the Dao of Heaven can't do anything to him."

"Do you know who I'm talking about, Song Huaichen?"

Song Huaichen looked up at him, still couldn't see the face clearly, but there was no need to see clearly: "It's you."

"Who am I?" The man in the red robe took a step closer to the silver line.

"You are my demon." Song Huaichen stood where he was, "That's me."

Blood color climbed up from Song Huaichen's robe feet, gradually dyeing his white robe into bright red.

"Although I still don't remember, I have entered the stone tablet warehouse of Wuxiang Temple. When I was the guardian of the temple, I was the only one who could enter."

"I entered Wuxiang Hall in Senior Sister Lou's token, and the people I met asked me who could enter. Of course, it didn't mean that I could enter casually."

"Who can enter, I can enter, but I am not a disciple of Wuxiang Hall, and my mark is engraved on the keel buried under Gui Yuantian..." Song Huaichen in the keel told him that you have lost your memory.

"I remember that I died once, but I can't remember the past life clearly. Then, I may have forgotten the other lives I lived."

"If I know that I will lose my memory, and I leave all kinds of clues to remind myself of the past, then every sentence is a reminder-may as well make an assumption that I am the suzerain who can change the trading rules of Wuxiang Hall."

"I say now, then, that I will return the price I have received."