The three realms of the soul are one virtual, two true, and three secluded.

The virtual realm is the virtual soul, the real realm is the real soul, and the ghost realm is the ghost soul.

The soul is above the three realms of the soul, which is where Wu An is.

Wu An was surprised to find that the beautiful woman who had a private meeting with Yuan Zhen turned out to be a ghost that existed outside the body.

Generally speaking, even if you have cultivated to the level of a ghost, you cannot exist without the body for a long time.

Unless the soul has practiced special skills or the environment of heaven and earth is suitable for the survival of the soul.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the soul separated from the body is a lonely ghost!

Therefore, Yuan Zhen did not hesitate to give up his identity as a Buddhist disciple of Lan Ruo Temple and elope with a female ghost.

Wu An thought that Yuan Zhen left Lanruo Temple because of something important, but he never thought that it was the love between son and daughter, the forbidden love between a monk and a female ghost.

Through his spiritual consciousness, Wu An naturally heard the conversation between the two.

"Xiaoqian!"

"Brother!"

Under the moonlight, two figures hug each other.

"Xiaoqian, is everything going well? We haven't been discovered yet."

"Well, brother, I ran out secretly after making sure no one was following me."

"Brother, have you thought about it, really want to leave Lanruo Temple and leave here with Xiaoqian?"

"Xiaoqian, since I appear here, it means that I have made a decision. I want to leave here with you. The world is so big, there is always a place for us."

"Brother!"

"Xiaoqian!"

......

When the two of them were having fun with each other, Wu An couldn't hold on any longer and was about to drown in their love.

"Is this the Buddhist disciple of Lanruo Temple who was talking in the main hall during the day and discussing Buddhism?"

Wu An couldn't believe it.

"What the Buddhist disciples of Lanruo Temple do is also Lanruo Temple's own business, so naturally I don't need to worry about it."

After understanding the truth of the matter, Wu An wanted to take back his consciousness and leave here.

But at this moment, Wu An's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

I saw hundreds of figures walking towards the depths of the woods, covered with stars and moonlight!

Wherever these figures passed, red lights flashed and silver bells sounded, accompanied by mountain mist rushing in like a tide.

If anyone is here, they will definitely be horrified, because this scene is very similar to the folklore of the Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts!

But, this is the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts!

Wu An discovered through his spiritual consciousness that those hundreds of figures were actually souls separated from the physical body!

“Where did so many lonely ghosts come from?”

Wu An's head was shaken, and he suddenly thought of the female ghost who appeared first, "Did that female ghost bring it?"

While Wu An was secretly speculating, a monk and a ghost also discovered hundreds of figures emerging from the depths of the woods.

"No! Brother, they found us! Leave quickly!"

Xiaoqian's anxious voice sounded in the forest.

"It's too late!"

Yuan Zhen stood there, looking deep into the woods.

"Brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I..."

"Xiaoqian, you don't need to blame yourself, everything has its own destiny."

......

The hundreds of figures moved very quickly. In just a few breaths, they appeared outside the ruined temple and surrounded the entire temple.

Immediately, a burly figure in a yellow robe slowly walked out from under a sedan chair.

At this time, Wu An narrowed his eyes and his expression gradually became serious.

Just now, he didn't even sense the existence of the yellow robe from the hundreds of figures!

You know, he is a strong man at the soul level!

There is only one possibility for being able to survive under his spiritual perception without being discovered, and that is that the other party’s soul attainments are still above his!

Wu An slowly revealed, "This is a ghost king!"

The so-called ghost king is the name that people in the world give to terrible ghosts.

In the world of martial arts, only ghost cultivators whose souls reach the level of divine souls can be called ghost kings!

The sudden appearance of this ghost king suddenly made things difficult.

"Xiaoqian, you have disappointed me very much!"

The ghost king's gloomy voice immediately sounded.

Xiaoqian and Yuanzhen slowly walked out of the ruined temple.

Xiaoqian knelt down and said with a tearful voice, "Your Majesty, please let us go! In the next life, Xiaoqian will work as a cow and a horse to repay Your Majesty!"

I felt pity for the beautiful girl because she was so delicate and weak, but the ghost king was indifferent and said calmly, "I don't need you to act like a cow or a horse, I just want you to be my beloved concubine!"

After a pause, the Ghost King looked at Yuan Zhen and asked, "Are you a disciple of Lanruo Temple?"

Yuanzhen gently lifted Xiaoqian up from the ground and said, "From the moment I became emotional, I was no longer a disciple of Lanruo Temple."

"If that's the case, then go die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ghost King punched out from the air!

Suddenly, a huge amount of divine soul power surged out from the Ghost King, and blasted into Yuan Zhen's mind in an instant!

Yuan Zhen groaned and staggered back a few steps.

"It does have some strength!"

The Ghost King was a little surprised. He immediately reached out and grabbed it, and suddenly a spear appeared in his hand, exuding terrifying pressure!

"Soul power takes shape!"

Wu An's face became more solemn.

Of course he knew that the spear in the Ghost King's hand was condensed with the power of the soul. Although he could also condense the soul power, he was definitely not at the level where the Ghost King could easily pick it up and transform it into shape.

"If you dare to rob my king's woman, you will die!"

The Ghost King threw his hand hard at Yuan Zhen, and the spear seemed to penetrate the sky, and it appeared above Yuan Zhen's head in an instant.

"Be careful!"

Qian Nu screams.

Just as the spear struck down, Yuan Zhen clasped his hands together, and suddenly a transparent golden bell appeared, covering him.

The next moment, the spear pierced the transparent golden clock.

Click!

The transparent golden clock only lasted for a short time, and dense cracks appeared on the entire clock body.

Obviously, the transparent golden bell cannot stop the power of the spear at all!

Boom!

The golden bell exploded!

The spear continued unabated and stabbed Yuan Zhen directly between the eyebrows!

"You can't just ignore it!"

Wu An flashed his eyes and was about to take action when he suddenly saw a fist appearing on Yuan Zhen's head, hitting the spear in an instant!

Boom!

The spear and fist exploded at the same time!

A palm suddenly touched Yuan Zhen's back, stopping his retreating body.

Yuan Zhen turned around and took a look, and immediately shouted respectfully, "Master!"

The visitor is Fahai, the abbot of Lanruo Temple.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

Fahai glared at Yuan Zhen, then turned his gaze to the Ghost King not far away, and said calmly: "Black Mountain Ghost King, you are well and well!"
To be continued...