Chapter 161 Yunmeng (I)

"The eyes are thousands of miles away! I feel sad about the heart of spring; my soul returns! I feel sad about Jiangnan..."

The infinite resentful chanting of nature fills the world and the six world we enter.

"Someone is here, and the soul is separated; I want to return it, so I will give it a decree."

A man's songs are ancient and elegant, spread within Liuhe.

The other three melodious female voices are clear and clear,

"When you leave your constant body, what is going to all directions? If you give up your joy, what is going to be the ominous one? The soul returns! Return! Return! Return! Return to the former residence!"

Two lines of clear tears didn't feel the face of the girl in red.

"Hey, why did you cry?"

I asked.

"Bastard, little thief, aren't you crying?"

Princess Lin covered her face in panic and turned back to refute me.

I touched my face in surprise, and the collar was wet with tears from nowhere. I looked around the people on the Tengshe. In addition to Liu Ziyue, everyone could not help but shed tears, including the iron-hearted Nangong and the human-faced and beast-hearted Long Shao. The three people on the big peacock in front also drifted tears, and Lin Zhenren could not help.

I drove the purple lightning snake and caught up with the big peacock Lin Zhenren ahead and asked him for advice.

"Are we influenced by the demonic sounds in the Dharma Realm?"

"It's okay, just ordinary singing. It's just that they sing beautifully and sincerely, with both richness and solidity, and bring out the dust and emotions deep in everyone's hearts - the Supreme Being Forgetful, only immortals can do it; the love is so beloved, deep in our hearts. There are characters that are hard to let go of and fall in the impermanence of our destiny, which is also the cause of our determination to practice Taoism. When we hear the sound, we feel tears, there is nothing abnormal, so we don't have to think that the demons in our hearts are attacked."

——What he said was that when I heard the soul-suming tune, I couldn't help but think of my dead parents. Princess Lin probably also thought of her mother who had survived the disaster. Nangong, Pianpian and others must have fallen people.

"Zhengren Lin, then why didn't I cry?"

Liu Ziyue cried for a few times but didn't cry. He asked him strangely.

"The lowest-class creature, I don't know what love is." Lin Zhenren responded coldly.

"Then I am really a rare strange creature in the world of cultivation."

Liu Ziyue no longer squeezed into tears in hypocrisy, took his rebukes as a tonic and laughed.

Peacock and Teng Snake flew over a cup of tea, and Yunmeng Heaven and Earth suddenly became clear

——The water waves of thousands of miles are vast, and countless sandbanks in the heart of the water rise and fall, and stars surround the Red City standing in the sky on the large island in the middle of the river like a moon!

Chicheng is divided into seven-level city walls, and the scale is like the Lingya Gate, the famous capital of the ends of the world. However, compared with the Lingya Gate, which is crowded with people, the seventh-level city towers on all sides of Chicheng are not angry at all. Only the seventh-level city wall at the top of the city has a high platform for Moyun, and five dots the size of ant are moving on the platform.

Circles of golden light rippled on the high platform of Moyun, like the sun shining, but it did not shine at all.

On the Tengser I took a thousand-mile mirror and gazed with my eyes. Three beautiful beauties on the stage, with a sing of the sing of the scent of the festival. They were covered with treasure flames, and their faces were expressionlessly dancing around a coffin with yellow intestines as big as a small boat. This must be the three witches of the Witch Sect explained by Bai Ting Yuanshen: Wu Xianyang, Wu Gaoyang, Wu Longyang. The monsters in the Northern Wilderness only know whether human flesh is delicious or not, and they cannot tell the beauty of human appearance. Unexpectedly, the real people are all different daughters! I looked at them a few more times without listening to their singing and only looking at the dance steps of the Three Beauties. They seemed not living people, but puppet dolls that acted according to the predetermined rhythm and melody.

The coffin lid is open - the man sleeping in the big coffin is a man in a jade-clothed jade-clothed man. The man is full of heaven and powerful but not angry; another man wearing a phoenix bird mask sat cross-legged in the void above, and a dazzling gold wheel of inner and outer treasure flames rose above his head, which is the source of the golden light on the Moyun High Platform. The man in a phoenix mask moved his palm to the man in a jade-clothed man in a jade-clothed man in a lower body, and his five fingers were flexed and stretched. The man in a jade-clothed man in a jade-clothed man lies down and sometimes falls, as if Nangong Panshi used Tianji Silk to control the thief.

——I guess he is the man from Yunmeng. The monster Bai Ting said "the great master of nourishing the universe"; the sleeping man in the jade-clad clothes was unknown.

("The man in gold is not a natural person, but a supreme heavenly corpse made of a leakless golden body of a powerful Nascent Soul Person - my heart beats in the chest of the heavenly corpse, and there are several veins of the Taoist golden elixir in the body of the supreme heavenly corpse - but unfortunately those people have died for a long time, and their veins have been mixed with the man in gold, and only my rock heart is not in harmony with it - so the Yunmeng people have control over the supreme heavenly corpse.")

Nangong covered his heart and his face twitched - the closer he got to Yunmeng City, the more his aura shrank. I know that Nangong's perseverance and tenacity are different from that of mortals. He showed such a painful look. I think the combat power he exerted might fall out of the golden elixir.

("It doesn't matter, I will climb over it too.")

Nangong used his nine fingers to penetrate his vital acupoint, and stood up straight with a "boom", and his energy swelled faintly again. In an instant, he climbed back to the same level as Long Shao and Zhong Dajun - but his face was covered with a strong sense of death.

Gongsun Wenlong was stunned-

"I saw death signs appearing on your eyebrows - you used the Nine-character Taoist Secret to stimulate your remaining potential, but your life is only nine days left."

"If you take back your heart, you will be reborn; if you don't get it back, you will have no meaning to live for a few more days."

Nangong said.

"good."

I said.

"I know who the Supreme Heavenly Corpse of the Man in Golden Clothing is!" Shangguan Pianpian pondered for a long time, and suddenly let out a sigh.

Princess Lin urged her not to keep it in hiding.

"Our Dragon and Tiger Sect was the leader of the sect in the Yunmeng Battle seven hundred years ago. The sect has detailed records of the war that year. Judging from the appearance of the man in gold, it is the princes King Jin Chan, who has been fighting with Master Zhou for a hundred years in the literature! - That man was also a real-life master who was powerful in the world at that time. He had the ambition of submitting to the world's cultivators. He had twenty-eight Yuanying under his command, and was known as the twenty-eight generals of Yunmeng. However, Yunmeng City was destroyed by Master Zhou to pieces, why did the city in front of him look like a new one? I was puzzled."

Pianpian sighed,

"The King of Chu Jinchan is a hero, and now the true god is gone, and only the body is left to become a doll in the palm of the demon. It's really unbearable."

I shook my head:

"A cultivator practices against the will of heaven. Once he fails, his fate will be mostly miserable. Now it is just his cicada shell being used by waste, similar to our use of monster shells to refine medicine. Sister Pianpian should not take it to heart."

"Born as a human being, it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad."

Pianpian smiled sadly. Dizang and Fengmeng nodded.

"Then you say that this soul-summoning ceremony can really bring back the soul of King Chu Jinchan?!"

My heart tightened, and a serious problem suddenly appeared - no matter what King Jinchan of Chu who was "surviving" would do, a real person who could be at the same level as Lin Daoming suddenly resurrected in the enemy's Dharma Realm, so we had to retreat quickly and wait for reinforcements from the sect.

"Impossible! The soul of a mortal is dissipated sooner or later. The Yuanying person may be able to transform the disaster, but the King of Chu Jinchan is a dead object repeatedly confirmed by the four major sects. He is just buried in Yunmeng Dead City with the ritual of a king. He must not come back to life. He must not."

Pianpian frowned and looked disbelief.

"Or it can-this is the mystery of the witch spirit-recruiting ceremony."

Lin Daoming's eyebrows released a white hair and swept across the world, and then said.

We were stunned.

"After both the body and spirit of creatures are destroyed, the world will naturally not be resurrected - but in this soul-summoning ceremony, the people of Yunmeng did not want to resurrect the King of Chu Jincic himself."

Lin Daoming paused,

"After a mortal figure, there are relatives who miss their disciples; even though they die, the shadow of the soul remains in the thoughts of others. The sages who have great achievements, their merits, words, deeds, or creations can even last for thousands of years. The soul that the people of Yunmeng want to attract is not the original deity of King Jinchan of Chu, but the thoughts of King Jinchan of Chu are combined into a shadow he controls, and they can be engraved into the body of the master, and then they can turn a real person puppet into his own thug. It is really wonderful."

Lin Zhenren said the last sentence and snapped his fingers at Chicheng.

"Jingzhe!"

It seemed as if the spring thunder of Su Sheng of all things hit Chicheng. I didn't expect Lin Daoming to have such profound attainments in thunder! - The thunder method he learned from the thunder sound of the sword sect was created in addition to the Dutian God Evil that the Nascent Souls were familiar with.

——But the thunder in Jingzhe sank into the sea like a small stone, without any response.

The people in Yunmeng did not have any divine thoughts to give back.

Lin Zhenren applauded:

"It's really well-managed mandala."

Zhong Dajun opened the sword box, and twelve magical swords appeared gracefully like a dragon and a phoenix. The twelve phoenixes surrounded our riding, like a phoenix roaring loudly, and the sound of the phoenixes was loud and the sound was loud and the sound was loud and the sound was loud.

Around us, colorful light ripples for a mile. The Yunmeng Heaven and Earth within a mile collapsed, and the river sandbanks were of course not present.

"This Dharma Realm has realities and virtual phenomena. There are all empty phenomena outside the Red City, and the rivers and sandbanks are all illusions; the ruins located in the Dragon and Snake Daze are already dry bones in the tomb. The people of Yunmeng just filled some flesh and blood on the ruins of the city, which was just bright on the surface."

Lin Daoming sat cross-legged on the peacock, and in the tone of summoning souls, he stroked the guqin "The Way of So Sense of the World"

——"Such a good song of soul-summoning is really unbearable to destroy it. Alas."

A sharp change sound popped up in Shushidao, interrupting the tune of soul-summoning!
Chapter completed!