Chapter 736： The last mysterious soul

On the top of the high mountain in the center of Mingxin Bieyuan, a red-robed monk sat on a blue-gray cold stone with a big horse and a golden knife, overlooking the front.

In the vastness of the sky, countless gleaming blue lights are rising from the snowy peaks of the mountains, and hundreds of millions of immature ghosts and cicadas fly high into the sky like a galaxy flowing backwards.

He glanced lightly at the ice sculptures on the edge of the island. From these ice sculptures, there were also Chilling Claws holding a ball of soul light, slowly flying up and merging into the swarm of insects.

As for the phantom in his palm, if he looked closer, it doesn't look like Zhang Shiping, so who is it?

"It's been almost a hundred years since that little guy Jiang Si handed over the token of this secret realm to you. After all, this little guy couldn't hold back his curiosity and threw himself into the trap. This way, it shouldn't disturb anyone. That one." Ming Xin's eyes were dim, and a smile appeared on his face.

It's just that as soon as this thought came up, his expression changed.

Only an extremely slight sound was heard, and the phantom of the soul in the palm suddenly disintegrated into strands of light, and then these lights suddenly turned into black flames, burning up without a trace.

Looking at the black flame that ignited spontaneously, Ming Xin's face darkened, and he snorted angrily: "Bi Qing, Taijiu, are you still not giving up?"

I saw that the black flames suddenly disintegrated and condensed into two spiritual flames, one was light blue flames, the other was golden red red flames.

From the two spirit flames, two extremely handsome birds can be vaguely seen,

In the pale blue light of the fire, there was a one-legged fairy bird like a crane, with red veins and blue body and white beak, fluttering its wings and flying.

And in the golden red red flame, there is a three-legged crow covered in golden divine feathers manifesting.

"Eternal life is achieved, but immortality is hard to achieve, and nine deaths are especially unrepentant! Mingxin, I advise you to mind your own business, Feng Ke is still searching for your traces in the void outside the boundary." Bi Qing said.

"Ming Xin, you and I are taking different paths. To save face, don't meddle in the affairs here. When Feng is nirvana again, Bi Qing and I, Sanmu can help you obtain the true fire of nirvana." Taijiu said in a deep voice.

Ming Xin was silent, and after a long time, he nodded lightly and said, "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, the two phantoms of Bi Qing and Taijiu disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

On the top of Jue Peak, the strong wind was blowing, and the red robe behind him was rustling.

"Kunpeng's fate is close at hand, you can take care of yourself!" Ming Xin said quietly to the void.

"He is too proud, and his fate is already doomed. But he also found out a wrong path for us, and he died a worthy death! Your path of incarnation of the three thousand blood demons is also wrong. Turn back early, otherwise those ancient times Fellow Daoist, this is your final end." A spiritual thought without any emotional fluctuations came out in the void, and it was unknown whether it was Bi Qing or Taijiu who responded.

"Those pioneers in the ancient times? The way of gods and demons, the way of belief, the way of blood origin... They have tried everything they can, but your current way may not be correct. From ancient times to the present, there is only one who has really touched it. When it comes to immortality, it's a pity that he is also on the brink of failure, and the spiritual world of Linghuan has become what it is now." Ming Xin sighed.

"The "Blood Demon Sutra" is derived from the blood source method after all. Although there are differences, there is no difference. Even if you have three thousand incarnations, at the last step, you must return to one true soul. Think about those fellow Taoists, their bloodlines are now Distributed among all living beings, even if there are outstanding ones who are born with awakened spirit bodies or supernatural powers, those that can disappear will eventually disappear in the long river of time, and it is impossible to wait for the day of reappearance. The day when your three thousand incarnations are united again, you Is it still you?" The divine sense in the void responded again.

"The pericardium is too empty, measure Zhou's sand world, I am naturally me, neither lost nor lost." Ming Xin restrained his miscellaneous thoughts and said calmly.

After a long time, the last divine thought came from the void.

"Really, do it yourself!"

Ming Xin sat on the top of the mountain like a stone sculpture.

And amidst the shining blue light flying all over the sky, the ghostly chilling cicada and insect cloud lifted two ice sculptures from the snow peak.

The cloud of insects dissipated, the ice sculpture was floating in the air, and gray ghosts flew out of the chilling cicadas, condensed into a turbid torrent, and sank into the ice sculpture.

After three days like this, at the end, the ice sculpture melted, and two middle-aged male and female monks with closed eyes emerged from it.

Then Ming Xin said softly, 'Go. '

I saw two red lights flying out from the spiritual peak where he sat.

Those were two blood beads the size of a human head, each fused into the bodies of the two monks.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand, and in his hand was a fiery red spirit stick in the shape of a tree.

The fire mulberry spirit wooden stick rose leisurely, emitting a red light, and transformed into Xiao Chengwu's appearance.

"My lord." Xiao Chengwu bowed and said.

"Bring out these two profound souls, it's time to give Sanmu a surprise." Ming Xin smiled.

"Yes." After Xiao Chengwu bowed and finished speaking, he flew towards those two people and brought them out of Mingxin Bieyuan.

After finishing these things, Ming Xin stood up stepped out and disappeared in place.

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months later.

In the Wanjian Peak of Baimang Mountain, a stream of light flew down from a distance.

As soon as the light faded away, Yu Xing with a cold expression turned his head and looked at the white clouds in the distant sky. A white-robed monk with red lips and white teeth was bowing to him with his palms folded.

"Jueyue, if you and I continue like this, we will end up taking advantage of other people." Yu Xing said coldly.

"Benefactor, Venerable Thousand Eyes said, no matter whether the little monk wins or loses, as long as the fellow daoist won't win in the end, then the Demon Venerable will rescue several masters to leave in the end." Jueyue said.

The divine soul transmitted the sound to Yu Xing's ears dozens of miles away.

"Innocence, how can a spirit beast control Mozun's mind?" Yu Xing said through voice transmission.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know after all. Three days later, we'll meet again!" Jue Yue said without any haste.

After finishing speaking, Jueyue turned around and disappeared into the clouds.

Yuxing looked gloomy at the direction where Jueyue disappeared, and after a while, he slowly returned to the cave and sat down cross-legged.

After a few breaths, he couldn't help but vomited out a stream of blood.

And Jueyue, who was escaping in the clouds in the distance, was a bit depressed. At this moment, a head with sharp teeth and a vicious face suddenly appeared on his neck.

The head let out a fierce laughter, like piercing through gold and tearing silk, resounding through the sky.

"Jueyue, are you really willing? Those old guys are just using you." Evil Xiang said.

"Amitabha." Jueyue revealed a serene look on his face, clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name.

"You and I are one, and good and evil are born together. If you have not wavered, how can I appear?" Evil Xiang replied.

However, the evil image dissipated immediately, leaving only Jueyue standing quietly in the sky, surrounded by strong wind and floating clouds.