My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

A wisp of incomplete soul floated aimlessly, and the whole body was covered with vast and boundless emptiness.

It is weak and slow, as if it has fallen into the silent deep sea, floating in all directions with thousands of white catkins.It is also like wandering into the lonely sky by mistake, and the wilderness is slowly flowing with shadowy spots.

It doesn't know how long time has passed, and it can't remember what it is, as if it has lost all memory.

It only knows that it, like those white flecks, is a fragment of soul scattered between the heaven and the earth, which is about to dissipate and has no one to rely on.

Those fluttering catkins on the side are returning to the front, maybe I should go there too.

The sky and the earth are vast, and the stars move. All things are born in the sky and the earth, and they live and die at night. They are just a dream, a drop in the ocean. After the soul dissipates, it will naturally return to the sky and the earth.

It merges into thousands of mottled flakes, and floats silently with them.

After walking for a long time, those incomplete souls slowly elongated and turned into blurred figures, and its consciousness seemed to be washed and faded away.

Suddenly, it trembled slightly, and something burned it and hurt it.

It lowered its head in a daze, and two beads were hanging in its translucent palm.

A crimson bright and bright, it looks dazzling and bright in the fading of everything, slightly reflecting its thin and gray soul red.

And the other one is blue and clear, and the layered ripples in it seem to contain waves, and it slowly touches a comfortable coolness.

This is... what?

The soul has never carried other things with it from birth to death, and the soul that embarks on this road should also be relaxed and clean, free from the dust of the world.

Just like the thousands of pale souls at this time, they have all returned to their original and final appearances, without worries, calm and desireless, and are continuing to move forward without stopping.

But it hesitated because of the two beads, and then stopped, turning into a ray of incompatible remnant soul in the silent and crowded tide.

The remaining consciousness was attracted by that azure bead for no reason. The luster was warm and introverted, and it contained an aura that made it extremely reassuring. It felt inexplicably familiar and intimate, and could not be let go.

It stroked it over and over again, and the azure bead seemed to match its spirit and soul, and the remnant soul seemed to be soaked in warm spring water, which was extremely comfortable.

When I raised my head again, thousands of souls had already gone away, only it was standing alone in the open place.

It should have continued to move forward, but walking on this road with other things is like carrying a heavy mountain, and it is difficult to move forward... But to let go of what is in hand, there is no reason to resist.

As if aware of this stagnant remnant soul, the cold darkness lurking around slowly surrounded him, intending to drive it away.

The approaching suffocation and coldness are getting faster and faster, and the thin remnant soul is terrified. It vigilantly protects the bead, hides helplessly, and stumbles in the boundless nothingness...

The other party must be trying to steal its beads...

The cold darkness has never seen such a deviant remnant soul on the edge of reincarnation, and when it got angry, the darkness in the wilderness rushed towards it.

It held the beads carefully, and staggered in a panic as it approached.

The ever-slightly glowing azure bead is attached to the palm of the hand, like a caress imprinted in the memory of the soul, constantly comforting, making its consciousness slowly gather...

Yes, its home should not be here, and it should not continue to move forward.

It wants to go back and find... a certain person... that person once said that it will be with it...

Thinking of this, a cluster of pure white flames suddenly ignited not far in front, the flames were ethereal and warm, swaying lightly without wind, inexplicably pulling it closer.

It ran in the direction of Bai Yan, but the cold darkness behind it chased faster and faster.

The thick darkness was about to be stained with this thin remnant soul, and the red beads bounced off suddenly, turning into a red barrier, tightly protecting its whole body.

It froze for a moment, looked at the somewhat familiar red enchantment, failed to recall, then looked at Bai Yan in front of him——

It was a white jade lamp hanging in nothingness. It was dazed and looked closely, and immediately recognized that the burning white flame was the incomplete soul that came from the same source as it.

The icy darkness was tightly accumulated on the red barrier, and it was about to bring this remnant soul back on track. Suddenly, a violent gale blew up, and the white flames flickered endlessly.

The azure bead in its hand was slightly hot, because the jade lamp and the bead echoed each other. It vaguely realized that as long as it put the azure bead into the white flame...it could gather all the incomplete souls and escape from here.

But... Thinking that the blue bead would disappear, it was terrified, and hurriedly clutched the bead tightly, hiding behind it, shaking its head in great resistance.

The thick and turbulent darkness lost patience and became thicker and thicker. Finally, it was able to slowly penetrate into the red barrier, pull the incomplete soul, and erode the white flame.

It also greedily tried to wrap itself around the azure bead in its hand.

It squatted down in a panic, tightly protecting the beads in its arms, curled up in fear and helplessness, trembling uncontrollably.

The darkness gradually devours the crimson and white light sources, and it is bound to eliminate the strange color between the gray and the earth, and the white flame of the jade lamp is about to go out...

Suddenly, it felt a burst of warmth descending on its body, carefully looked up, and it turned out that a black seal was melting into the jade lamp.

In the next breath, the weak white flame suddenly jumped up, sucking it involuntarily.

The white flame burns to the strongest, almost able to drive away the darkness, then breaks away from the body of the jade lamp, and slowly penetrates into it, filling the vacancy of the soul.

Seeing that it was becoming more and more complete, it was confused for a moment, and suddenly felt severe pain all over its body.

It fell to the ground in pain, curled up tightly, and ancient and slightly familiar things continuously flowed in the soul, forcibly stretching the recently stitched soul flat, and urging something to take root and grow again.

pain……

It hurts so much...

It hugged the azure bead tightly, couldn't help choking up silently, but unfortunately the soul has no sound, so it can only tremble silently under the jade lamp.

Bai Yan slowly gathered all the remnants of the soul, and the pain of shaping the soul made his consciousness clearer.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Qi, whose soul was intact, finally slowly sobered up in nothingness.

He remembered it all.

He hurriedly looked at the azure bead in his hand. When he was a remnant soul that had lost consciousness and memory at first, it was the bead that made him wake up and stop, so that he did not step into reincarnation.

He noticed the strong and thick demonic power contained in the blue bead, and couldn't help but be terrified. This is actually Qingyan's... demon pill...

And the scarlet night pearl, how could it be in his hands?

How could Qingyan separate the demon core? Did something happen to the other party...

The violent anxiety made him dizzy for a moment, and he froze again.

Wait, if I remember correctly, he should already be dead...

It wasn't until the continuous pain made his consciousness clearer, and his memory could be traced back, that he remembered, yes, it should be the faint hope of touching the one-thousandth of the forbidden technique.

The Soul Concentrating Lamp... and the Shifang Seal integrated into the Soul Concentrating Lamp...how could it follow him to this place of nothingness?

The 600-year-old sect keepsake of Shifang Pavilion is willing to mold his soul for him, is it because of the inheritance of Xiaoyaoyou...

The crimson enchantment around his body glowed slightly, and the cold darkness constantly surged outside the enchantment, which was yellow spring water tainted with death.

Now seeing that he still refuses to return to the "right track", the thousands of hands that have turned into wronged souls, with sharp knuckles, penetrated fiercely into the barrier.

The crimson enchantment instantly burned the intruder to ashes, but the Yellow Springs surged and never retreated, and the wronged souls scattered and reunited, constantly tearing his soul.

He doesn't know what's going on now, he can only endure the increasingly severe pain and tightly protect the demon pill in his arms...

Qing Yan gave him the demon pill because he wanted to gamble on a slim hope. Fortunately, he didn't add the demon pill to the soul-concentrating lamp. If Qing Yan got sick... he would feel worse than dying.

At this time, he also knew that as long as he swallowed the demon pill, he could avoid the painful and long suffering and walk out of here completely...

But he doesn't want to.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain reached its peak, and he passed out again.

The torrential rain began to spread from Nanfeng, and all parts of Yunzhang fell into torrential rain.

Even Xiaoshan, which is snowing all the year round, seems to have leaked from the sky, it has been falling all day and night.

Shen Xinghai, which had been silent for a hundred years, seemed to be boiling, dense fog billowed, beast roars shook the sky, and sea waves rushed in, swirling with boundless black flames.

The black waves have reached the gate of the Xiaoshan city wall, and fell into the abyss in front of the gate, but the defensive barrier has been stained with black flames, and the inscriptions are being eroded.

And the monsters attacking the defensive barrier are even more rampant.

In the Xiaoshan resident, Qing Tingyun smelled the unusual aura as early as when Shen Xinghai was abnormal, and together with the Seven Envoys, they moved everyone in Xiaoshan into the shelter built by Qingyan.

Now the rain is knee-deep, the strong wind is blowing, and everything is shaking. Several black cloaks are searching around, repeatedly searching for the missing people and spirit beasts.

Zhou Lin was drenched all over, and in the lapel of his chest was a shivering civet cat that he had just picked up, and he had used spells to block the rain.

He stepped into the cemetery, wanting to make a final inspection to see if there were spirit beasts washed here by the rain.

The rainstorm is rare in a hundred years, the rain is like a sinking sea of ​​stars pouring over, the noise of the rain is like thousands of troops galloping by, the earth trembles endlessly, and it really destroys the world.

With a sweep of his consciousness, he noticed something strange somewhere in the cemetery, he hurriedly walked through the wind and rain, and stopped in front of a tombstone.

He was taken aback, that was the current sect master... and also the tombstone of someone who just died yesterday.

These tombstones have been erected long ago, and demon hunters are not afraid to talk about death, and some people choose a place they like in advance, and after they fall, their classmates will put the Shadow Ring in it.

He stood in silence for a moment before he went to look for the spirit beast behind the tombstone.

He leaned over, and at this moment, a pale and bloodless hand suddenly stretched out, tightly grasping the top edge of the tombstone.

Rao was a demon hunter who was used to seeing evil monsters, but he was shocked by this horrifying scene and leaned back.

The civet cat in the placket also screamed, a paw stuck on his neck, he pulled out the sword violently under the dual stimulation of pain and shock——

The blue veins on the back of the pale hands were bulging, as if trying to stand up, and he held the tombstone several times, but he couldn't use his strength.

Zhou Lin heard a helpless sigh, feeling a little familiar, and had an outrageous guess in his heart, and hurriedly walked around the tombstone.

Lightning flashed, and the sky and the earth were as bright as day.

In the empty tomb where the soil had not yet been piled up, a person was sitting up with no clothes on. His thin and slender body was covered by long wet hair, and his skin was so pale that he did not resemble a human being.

Noticing that he was frozen in place, the man looked up slowly, revealing eyes that had been washed clear by the rain, like a water ghost looking for his life.

The lips that were so cold and purple moved slightly, there was no sound, but it could be recognized that it was——

"Give me a hand, I'm stuck."

This person is exactly the Xiaoshan sect master who died so badly that no bones remained, according to Yingjie's letter yesterday.

Zhou Lin lived like a ghost, staring at the absurd scene in front of him with wide eyes. After all, Xiaoshan even struck the death knell yesterday.

But despite being shocked, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The torrential rain was noisy, continuously and violently washing over Xia Qi's body, he didn't feel impatient, and slowly looked around to familiarize himself with the scenery.

He clenched his fist slowly, then loosened it quickly.

...and returned to the human world.

The joy of being resurrected from the dead did not last for a moment, and he was once again caught in the anger of the person in front of him.

This Zhou Lin used to pull [-] to [-] yuan, finding faults and discussing with each other all day long, without any heavy samples, now his hands and feet seem to have not been tamed, and he came to help him with the same hands and feet, and he was planning to use his strength to prop up his new body that was not very smooth. , this guy let go immediately as if it was hot.

He was caught off guard and fell back into the hard tomb. His body that had just grown up was still in pain, and he was extremely sensitive. This fall made him grin his teeth, and the pain worsened, and he was almost sent away again.

Nai He Xin was very weak and couldn't bear the curse, so he could only greet Zhou Lin in his heart.

After a few breaths, he saw that Quide Zhoulin had a tense face, wrapped him tightly with the clothes he took out from the mustard seed, and then helped him up, and performed the rain protection technique...

Okay, it's a bit of a conscience.

Xia Qi was so cold that he shivered all over, and was extremely uncomfortable. After a moment of confusion, he realized that he was not only afraid of the cold, but also lost all spiritual power and consciousness.

Not only that, he lost Lianguang, all mustard seeds are gone, and Shadow Ring is gone...

Looking at the torrential rain that trapped him all over the sky, he finally realized that he is no different from ordinary people now.

but……

He actually woke up again and escaped death.

Before leaving for Nanfeng, he carried Qingyan on his back, threatened and lured Dr. Xiaoshan, and the two found many forbidden spells together, and pieced them together to form a forbidden spell.

Among them, the soul-gathering technique was originally intended to gather the broken souls after the fall back to the Xiaoshan cemetery.

Presumably at the moment of death, the magic flame also destroyed the mustard seed, so that the soul-gathering lamp followed the remnant soul, and Shifang Xi would protect the descendant of Xiaoyaoyou—all of them fell into nothingness with him.

The soul-gathering lamp and the soul-gathering forbidden technique gathered his scattered souls together. Shifang Xi willingly merged into the soul-gathering lamp and reshaped his body, allowing him to be reborn from the Xiaoshan cemetery.

Shifang Pavilion has kept the token for 600 years. Although it is not as good as the Wan Yao Wang Yao Pill, it also has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

But this town treasure was ruined just like that... He let out a distressed "hiss".

He hurriedly touched the intact Yaodan and Ye Mingzhu in his arms, couldn't help coughing a few times, and realized that Zhou Lin was going to take him to the shelter, so he stopped and said hoarsely: "Why is it raining, Nan Feng?" What's the matter?"

It stands to reason that the Nine Heavens Swallowing Cloud Formation was activated, and the spirit of the mountain should have been completely wiped out. What is going on with this doomsday appearance?

What happened to the Qing banquet?Qing Yan must be extremely worried...

Seeing that he didn't want to continue walking, Zhou Lin didn't ask any other questions. He just stopped and responded, "According to Fu Liushi's message, after you... fell, the mountain spirit's demon core was broken, but the mountain spirit is hidden in Lingying Mountain. The remaining demon energy in the depths is raging, setting off Chen Xinghai's vast waves, which are about to submerge Yunzhang. However, Shen Xinghai's enchantment collapsed, and the monsters scattered. Everyone in Xiaoshan was transferred into the shelter, and those who left from Nanfeng To the Changyao Coast."

Xia Qi's heart sank a bit. He fought in the altar of Shifang Pavilion before, and many truths came one after another. He didn't have time to think about it. Now that he thinks about it, the mountain spirit's plan is really not shallow.

Qingyan entered the Spirit Devouring Cauldron, as long as a large amount of demonic power was consumed, the demonic power of the Ten Thousand Demon Kings contained in Shen Xinghai's enchantment would sense the master's crisis and return immediately.The enchantment then collapsed, and the other half of the mountain spirits who were trapped would not be hindered.

This is part of Shanling's plan.

He just didn't expect the existence of the Nine Heavens Swallowing Cloud Formation.

But after being able to leave, Shanling didn't transfer all the devilish energy hidden in Lingying Mountain to Nanfeng Fusion, but kept some of it.

When the magic core is destroyed, all the magic energy of the mountain spirit will eventually dissipate, but before it dissipates, the magic energy hidden in Lingying Mountain is enough to set off a black wave in Shen Xinghai, submerge the clouds, and let the black flames erode and spread...

He needs to get back right away.

The most important thing is to return the demon core of the Qingyan banquet. Losing the demon core will severely damage the soul of the demon spirits and deplete their vitality, even the Wan Yao King is no exception.

How could Qing Yan make such a sacrifice... Hei Yan had obviously damaged his soul...

He became more anxious and worried, and the lingering fear of death after rebirth also made him miss Qingyan even more...

Xia Qi ended the silence, and said to Zhou Lin: "Take me to the teleportation circle, I'm going to Chang Yao."

Zhou Lin was stunned, hesitant to speak, but he couldn't hold back: "Are you crazy? Your cultivation base has not yet recovered, and you are no different from ordinary people... and the teleportation array was closed 50 years ago, and now it is chaotic everywhere. Intercepted by monsters..."

Xia Qi was shivering from the cold, he hadn't felt this cold for many years, but now Yunzhang had many people like him, or even worse, Shan Ling had to be stopped as soon as possible.

His teeth trembled, he tightened his clothes, and urged Zhou Lin as if he hadn't heard any persuasion: "Just help me there, go quickly, even if Yujian is at full speed, it will take more than ten days to go from Xiaoshan to Changyao, what at that time It's getting cold..."

Zhou Lin really didn't know where this man who couldn't even walk got the courage, so he couldn't help sullen.

But after a few breaths, he carried him back silently, and arrived at the teleportation array in a blink of an eye.

Activate the inscription, activate the magic circle, use the shadow ring to contact Fu Wan who is in Changyao, and let the other party open the teleportation circle on Changyao's side... Zhou Lin did it all in one go.

Seeing that he was ready, Xia Qichu picked up the branches casually, using them as crutches, and tremblingly prepared to step into the magic circle: "Thank you, you go back..."

Before he finished speaking, he realized that his arm was being supported again, and Zhou Lin also stepped in together, and even cast a defensive technique to block the front.

The figures of the two disappeared together in the magic circle.