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Lingyun's cold eyes could clearly see the fear in Li Gui's pale face and empty pupils. However, his face was expressionless, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, the evil ghost saw the chains of runes on the barrier of his mental space and knew it was impossible to escape. Under Lingyun's stunned gaze, it kneeled on the ground and kowtowed to him.

It truly did not want to die. It had lived for hundreds of thousands of years before it was born. Only then did it have its own life, and only then could it make the decision. How could it die? In order to survive, he could put aside any dignity.

However, it was clear that Ling Yun did not know its story. Even if he did, he would not be soft-hearted because he really did not have much time.

As he thought about this, Lingyun's gaze became colder and more murderous. He slowly raised his hand, and a huge sword condensed from spiritual energy appeared in his hand. Sword energy raged.

As if it felt that Ling Yun's unchanging killing intent, the evil ghost's body trembled, and his empty eyes revealed a venomous look, standing up, released a piercing sound that pierced the ears.

The gray ghost mist flared up, dense white flames burned, and the aura of the evil ghost abruptly increased.

The ghost fog in the spiritual space surged, converging towards its right hand. A white sickle appeared in it's hand like the scythe of the god of death. The white blade edge was suffused with an aura that could cut through the spirit body.

Lingyun only took a glance and felt his spirit body was in pain. That scythe of the death god seemed to want to cut his spirit body into pieces and absorb it.

"This Sickle of the God of Death isn't simple!" Ling Yun slightly frowned, but did not put it to heart. Under absolute strength, even if the weapon was extraordinary, it would still be useless. Furthermore, it was just an illusion.

"Hmm?"

Just as Ling Yun was about to kill the evil ghost and erase it from this world, he suddenly felt an itch between his brows.

"What's going on?"

Lingyun furrowed his brows and extended his divine sense. Suddenly, he saw a very familiar imprint. It looked like the Limitless Death Seal …

Before he could see clearly, he only saw the silhouette of a person and felt a powerful divine will surge out, something that he could not contend against. In an instant, it seized control of his spiritual body, and then, his consciousness sank into darkness.

"Ah!"

In a trance, he heard a shrill and mournful ghostly wail …

Ling Yun's consciousness was in a mysterious space, and this was a pitch-black and quiet space. There was no life, no light, as if he had arrived at the beginning of heaven and earth.

Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes, and after a few breaths of time of being at a loss, he looked around the world. I'm here? "

There was no reply. The silence, the darkness, the cold, was the only theme.

He wandered around aimlessly for who knows how long. There was no sense of direction or any form of reference. He was the only life here.

More accurately speaking, he was not a living being, but a remnant soul, a wisp of consciousness.

After walking for an unknown distance, he came to a dark place and sat down. He thought that it was possible that he was moving around, because the surroundings were still the same.

"Am I trapped here? Are you trapped in this dark place? " Ling Yun did not panic as he looked indifferently at the world around him. In this place, it seemed as if he was in chaos before the heaven and earth opened.

The world was in a state of chaos. After Ling Yun arrived at this place, he had not left. According to his calculations, even if he walked thousands of years later, what he would see would still be chaos.

Therefore, he decided to just sit cross-legged in the primal chaos and comprehend the Dao.