Chapter 669： fire corpse

However, the chariot of Wenshang Zhenjun that Nishang Zhenjun was riding flew away from the sky above Cai Min.

The six monster-level remnant horses and strange beasts walked fiercely, and the aura they emitted directly shocked Cai Min who was waiting for Zhang Shiping. He knelt down on the ground without hesitation, kowtowed and said Worship until the chariot flies by and disappears in the high sky.

After a long time, Cai Min couldn't feel the aura of the Wenma, so he raised his head, looked into the distance again, saw that Zhang Shiping had disappeared, turned around and left with a somewhat lonely expression.

The faraway Master Nishang is lying lazily on the soft bed in the car at this moment, with his eyes closed, and his slender fingers gently rubbing his temples, his expression is a little dignified, what is he thinking?

After staying for a long time, when the chariot did not know where it was going, suddenly a woman in a jacket and skirt with bright eyes and bright teeth flew over, it was the Zhenjun Shimeng of Bixiaozong.

"Senior sister went out in a hurry this time, and she came back with a sad face, which is really rare. If there is something worrying about you, can you tell me about it?" The next moment Shi Meng appeared in the chariot and sat on the soft bed. .

At this time, I saw Nishang still closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "It's nothing, but from those juniors, I vaguely saw my previous appearance, and suddenly realized that this time is really the most ruthless thing in the world. Face, changed the vicissitudes of life."

"My good senior sister, the most ruthless thing is not this long time, but Yi Yu's heartbroken man, after so many years, not to mention that he has already broken up, why did you leave in such a hurry when he sent a message. If you still can't let go, then you might as well let go and find him, why bother, it makes people feel distressed!" Shi Meng said with a sigh.

Nishang lightly shook her head, took Shimeng's hand, and then patted it lightly a few times.

"There's nothing to say about this matter. It's just two old guys who are about to die, and they won't live long. The past goes with the wind, and I have long since lost my worries. It's the younger sister. The older sister is someone who came here. I, Zhiqinghe, still read Thinking of his dead wife when he was in the secular world, I can no longer tolerate others in my heart, so don't follow in my footsteps." Nishang said slowly.

Shi Meng looked at the misty white clouds outside the window, and said with neither joy nor sorrow: "Senior sister, there is no need to worry. Love is a secular thing. I only want it to last forever. He will not be forgotten in a hundred or a thousand years. I can wait. Besides, maybe one day, I will forget about it in relief. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future, maybe in hundreds of years, everything will be buried in the loess."

After all, monks are not stubborn rocks and dead trees. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, anger, and ignorance are all emotions and sex.

Even if Qin Feng killed Qin Xiangshan, who was also a father and teacher, and left behind his body, I don't know if it was because of lingering anger or guilt, and the same is true for Hongyue. He will kill the bereaved family, and even if the time is approaching, he will never let go.

It's just that the longer the monk practiced, the more restrained his emotions became, and he stopped showing them easily in front of others.

And Nishang and Shimeng whispered for a moment when there was no one around, only the breeze and white clouds around them listened to them, and they didn't enter the ears of others.

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On the other side, seeing Nishang and Zhang Shiping leave, Yi Xuedan put away his smile. She glanced at the tiger that had been frozen into a lump of ice, and waved her hand to put it in the set of magic treasure golden bell on her wrist.

The ancient atmosphere in the valley gradually emerged from a zhang-wide crack in the ground, forming a thin layer of mist on the ice.

Yi Xuedan floated down, stepped on the ice with a pair of white bare feet, and took out a blue-black stone plate with a slight concave in the plate, and there was a stone bead slightly smaller than a fist in it. She picked up the stone bead lightly, and said a few words of Fa Jue in her mouth, only to see that the stone bead glowed with aura and turned into a dark green jade bead.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the black jade beads fell immediately. When it touched the ice surface, the Lingzhu seemed to be submerged in water, and there were several ripples.

The next moment, the black flames that were originally frozen by the ice gathered towards the spirit bead like a vortex, and the spirit bead slowly turned from dark blue to pitch black.

"Is this Black Flame?" Yi Xuedan bent down slowly, revealing her exquisite figure, picked up the Lingzhu floating up from the ice, put it in her hand and looked at it.

And as the black flames dissipated, the cold ice in the valley melted away like a spring breeze, turning into ice water, causing the water level of the narrow stream in the valley to rise suddenly, turning into a fast-flowing river in an instant. The land flows into the distance.

Yi Xuedan volleyed in the air, and walked towards the foothills with a slightly higher terrain without being stained with any mud. She came to a rocky wall full of gray and white mountains, and reached out and touched a slightly raised white stone. After that, the whole person disappeared without a trace.

It's just that the moment she put Hei Yan into the Linglong Pearl, Zhang Shiping, who was already hundreds of miles away, was about to where Xiaofenggu was, suddenly stopped in the air, with a smile on his face.

And Yi Xuedan used the earth escape technique to escape among the stone peaks. First, she walked straight for two or three hundred feet, and then turned and went deeper than ten miles. She suddenly appeared in a cave, and slowly walked from the top of the cave. When it fell, there was a lava river more than 20 feet wide flowing underneath, and a layer of gray mist flowed on the surface of the river, which is exactly the ancient atmosphere.

The gray fog rises from time to time, turning into tornadoes, floating upwards into the stone wall.

She landed on the bank of the lava river, looking at a black square stone platform with a radius of several feet in the river ahead.

There is a red copper coffin hanging in the middle of the stone platform, and there is a layer of white ash under the coffin, and white bones are placed on the white ash, which is burning with a faint green scale flame. The four corners of the coffin are tied with a wrist-thick The other end of the silver chain was buried deep under the stone platform, in the lava.

The Huo Sha billowing in the lava river, carrying gray mist, spread along one end of the silver and white chain towards the hanging red copper coffin.

"Woooooooooooo..." From time to time, there was a low voice from the coffin, like a mournful beast howling.

Yi Xuedan rose from the sky, traveled more than ten zhang away, and landed on the stone platform. She stretched out her hand with the palm facing up, and lifted it lightly, and the lid of the red copper coffin suddenly rose, and she saw a humanoid monster waddling in the coffin, with thin silver-white crystal chains wrapped around her body.

Although this thing looks like a human, it is covered with dense red and golden hair, and there is a strong burnt smell coming from it. When Yi Xuedan came, it opened its eyes wide and wanted to curse, but the tongue in its mouth was missing a lot, so it could only make a whining sound.

This fire corpse was refined by a golden elixir real person whose birth date was four pillars and four suns. However, instead of his body, one of his souls was drawn into his body when he was still alive, and the two souls were discarded. Then, every other year, in the other Feed a fire demon pill on the birthday, and repeat this for several years.

During this period, the spirit bones of fire-type monsters were used as firewood under the coffin, and the fire of offering sacrifices to the Yang Soul was used to refine the corpse, and it could not be cut off for a moment in the middle.

Finally, after the Jindan Daoist died with great resentment, the corpse refining cultivator would sacrifice his own essence and blood to achieve the effect of moving the corpse.

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