Chen Dengming looked at the blood-like sunset on the horizon. The gorgeous peach blossoms seemed to be about to be shrouded in the dark purple night.

Isn't this the same in life, life and death?

It is better to be silent in the splendor than to never leave any trace.

At least, this woman who considered herself as humble as mortal grass and a monk with low talent had left traces in his heart.

He laughed and said: "Okay!"

At this time, in the soul room, the voice of the little formation spirit quietly entered his mind.

"Tao, fellow Taoist, please think about it. After Sister Weiwei's soul power dissipates this time, if there is no accident, her soul will be completely shattered and her true spirit will no longer exist.

However, if the Yin Spring is found, it may be possible to put Sister Weiwei into the Yin Spring when her soul disappears. That bit of true spirit may follow the water of the Yin Spring to the dark and dark places in the legend, and it may not be completely

The soul is gone."

Chen Dengming was surprised, "A dark place? Reincarnation?"

"According to legend, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one Yin springs in the world.

The Yinquan leads to the Netherworld in the legend, which seems to be related to the powerful Hedao man who was determined to build the Netherworld.

But whether it is true or not, no one knows. If the rumors back then were true and the strong man really got his wish, he might have succeeded in cultivating the two realms of earth and ghost together. There may be some thoughts. This is just a thought."

"Think about it." Chen Dengming pondered, understanding what he meant.

Thinking about this thing, it sounds ethereal and may or may not exist.

But generally speaking, the probability is that it does not exist.

Just like in common folk customs, some people always use certain folk recipes or ancient rituals to get certain desired results. These methods are mostly a kind of psychological comfort and pursuit of faith.

There is no news about the former Hedao senior, and he has become nothing more than a legend. It is most likely that he was just a junior who boasted a great thing back then and was flattered and flattered by future generations.

However, although he didn't believe it in his heart, now that the matter of spiritual veins had been resolved, Chen Dengming still planned to leave for Yingui Mountain to have a look.

Half an hour later.

On the ghostly Yingui Mountain, a fluffy black cloud seemed to be too tired to move, standing still in the gradually darkening night sky.

In the dense old forest filled with strange and ferocious tree branches, a faint eerie and terrifying atmosphere spreads over the place.

Chen Dengming appeared in this mountain forest, his eyes flashed with a divine light, and his tyrannical consciousness swept across like a sharp sword.

Immediately, the cold atmosphere around him receded like a tide, and a few shadows existing in the stone cracks and the tree holes could not be avoided. In an instant, they collapsed as if blown by a strong wind.

Chen Dengming vaguely heard several vicious and desperate screams.

Other than that, there is no other impact.

"There are many bastards in the shallow water, but there are some low-level lonely ghosts here now."

Chen Dengming shook his head slightly, not bothering to release his sun-like elixir power to drive away the evil spirits around him.

These evil spirits are still a great threat to Qi Practitioners, but to him now, they are nothing.

Chen Dengming summoned a soul-inducing flag at will, and asked his brother Zhu Xun to come out for some fresh air, have some late-night snacks, and beat the teeth as a sacrifice, while helping to find the Yinquan.

Before that, he had already visited the ruins of the Yingui Sect that he had explored before.

However, no trace of Yinquan or spiritual veins was found.

At this time, following the prompts of the little formation spirit, I found the back mountain area behind the ruins, and found that the Yin Qi here was actually more intense, and I couldn't help but become interested.

Another half hour passed like this.

As late at night approaches, the cold moon hangs high on the treetops, and the cold wind blows the bare branches until they roar.

A sharp scream suddenly came from the depths of the mountain forest.

But in the Laolin Grottoes in the mountains, I saw a pale female figure twisting and struggling in the grotto, but it seemed to be imprisoned by a tyrannical force and unable to move at all.

The moonlight shed an icy silver glow, covering the woman's body, making her body appear transparent.

If you take a closer look at its face, you will see that it is exactly the same as the little formation spirit.

"Quiet, please tap Fellow Daoist gently, don't embarrass her, my family feels that she is very important to my family."

In the soul room, a small formation spirit figure floated out with sparkling light, looking suspiciously at the woman opposite who looked like a soul but not a soul.

Chen Dengming's eyes exuded the radiance of spiritual consciousness that was as solid as two icy whirlpools, shrouding the evil figure opposite him, and a single thought could completely dissipate it.

He almost rolled his eyes when he heard Xiao Zhenling's anxious voice.

Nonsense, the moment he discovered this evil spirit, even he was startled, and he didn't react until he was attacked to fight back. If this woman hadn't looked exactly like the little formation spirit, she would have been killed by his consciousness by now.

However, this situation at this time was somewhat beyond his expectation.

The grotto that I wish to find is filled with strong Yin Qi. There is a spiritual spring born in a crevice deep in the grotto. It seems to be the Yin Spring.

But what is the origin of this evil spirit that looks exactly like the little formation spirit?

"Roar!--"

Zhu Xun's face was full of flesh and blood, his teeth were squeaking, and he couldn't help but want to pounce forward and swallow the imprisoned woman in white.

"Hey! Lao Zhu! Come over to the side."

Chen Dengming immediately stopped him, and at the same time looked suspiciously at the woman in white opposite him who seemed to be very afraid of Zhu Xun. His heart moved, and he looked thoughtfully at Lin He's head, which Zhu Xun was holding on his head.

Logically speaking, evil spirits should not have the emotion of fear, unless the source of the fear is closely related to their lifetime.

"Tao, fellow Taoist, let the slave family come. She, she may be the soul of the slave family that was lost before."

At this time, Xiao Zhen's dress as thin as cicada wings danced, her delicate body came close to Chen Dengming, she raised her pretty face and begged, her face was pure and beautiful and she said plaintively.

Chen Dengming looked at the woman in white opposite him who had almost the same appearance and expression, and couldn't help but sigh, no wonder even the expression and temperament were so similar.

This is actually an evil spirit condensed from the soul of the small formation spirit.

But in this case, the little formation spirit has three souls and seven souls and is incomplete. No wonder its memory is also incomplete, and its IQ fluctuates high and low.

He slowly relaxed the restraints of his spiritual power.

The woman in white with disheveled hair screamed and struggled to turn around and dive into the gloomy spring water that was condensed with coldness behind.

The small formation of spirits flashed forward and flew over to intercept it.
Chapter completed!