The sun is shining across the west, and the red clouds are like fire.

In the bamboo forest wooden house, Su Jin gradually put down his hands holding his head and stretched his eyebrows.

After integrating Yin Zhiping's memory, Su Jin finally figured out that the reason why he traveled through time to become Yin Zhiping was probably because Qiu Chuji, the agent of Quanzhen Sect, passed the treasure book "Pure Yang Gong" to Yin Zhiping in public, which caused his fellow disciple Zhao Zhijing to feel dissatisfied and jealous. So he took advantage of Yin Zhiping's retreat and practiced in seclusion, causing the latter's true energy to reverse and hit the Niwan Palace, which led to the disaster of death.

"This Zhao Zhijing is a petty figure in the original work. I didn't expect that it would be even more unbearable in reality. How different is this behavior different from that evil demon?" Su Jin murmured, and after receiving all the "legacy" of Yin Zhiping, he looked inside and found that the damaged Niwan Palace had recovered as usual, and the retrograde true energy was also extremely docile, flowing with the change of his thoughts.

"Are you here in the system?" Experienced this wonderful feeling of getting something for nothing, Su Jin suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be much worse to be Yin Zhiping in time travel.

After all, the strength of this big brother can be ranked in the entire Quanzhen Sect.

"Don't ask if you are there, please tell me if you have any questions." Suddenly, the familiar electronic synthesized sound rang in the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows.

"Is there a time limit for the mission?" Su Jin asked.

"There is no time limit. But it is important to remind you that your soul evolves according to the strength of your body. In other words, based on your current soul energy, you can live for about a hundred years at most. If you waste a lot of time in this world, a series of bad effects will occur."

Su Jin said: "One hundred years... This means that if my next copy is the world of fairy tales, then I may become an immortal and become an ancestor, immortality?"

"The next dungeon will not be the world of fairy tales."

Su Jin: "..."

"Well, in order to get in touch with the world of fairy tales as soon as possible in the limited time, I can no longer waste time in the Quanzhen Sect." Thinking flashed, Su Jin said to himself: "The first two tasks are related to the Ancient Tomb Sect. It seems that I must first explore the reality of the Ancient Tomb Sect and make other plans."

After turning over and walking out of the bed, taking off the steel sword hanging on the wall, Su Jin pushed open the door of the void.

"Thank God, Junior Brother Yin, you finally woke up." As soon as you left the wooden house, before you even took two steps, Su Jin encountered a black shadow head-on.

With the clear moonlight, you can see clearly that the man's cheeks are square, handsome, and has a good appearance. However, Su Jin has two lifetimes of memory, how could he not know what kind of black heart is hidden under this good appearance?

"What are the instructions for Senior Brother Zhao?"

Listening to the coldness in these words, Zhao Zhijing frowned slightly, and the joy on his face faded three points: "There is no order, it's just midnight. What are Junior Brother Yin going to do with his sword?"

"Where you are excited, you are ready to practice Taoyue. Should Senior Brother Zhao be with you?" Su Jin said.

"Forget it, senior brother, I don't have this interest." Zhao Zhijing shook his head and said after pondering for a moment.

"See you back!" Su Jin waved his hand at him, poured his true energy between his legs, his body was like a gust of wind, and he walked far in the blink of an eye.

"Little beast, you're lucky this time, but you won't have such good luck next time." Looking at the direction where his back disappeared, Zhao Zhijing's face was as dark as black water, and he muttered silently in his heart.

...

There is no clip in Yin Zhiping's memory about the tomb of the Living Dead, so when Su Jin walked out of the bamboo forest with his sword, he didn't know where to go, and hesitated for a moment.

Fortunately, Su Jin did his homework when he came. In the original work, the tomb of the Living Dead should be in the woods west of Chongyang Palace. It’s just that it’s not clear how far it is and whether it can correspond to the real world.

"Forget it, let's go and have a look. Even if you find the wrong one, it's not worth it." Su Jin made up his mind and flew down the mountain. In just half an hour, he reached the mountainside. He turned over a row of strange stone walls and suddenly a large black forest appeared in front of him, which constantly exuded a cold air under the moonlight, like a ghost.

"If you live in such a ghost place for a long time, you will become an immortal if you don't become a ghost." Su Jin shook his head, complained secretly, drew out his long sword, and stepped into the forest.

"Stop!" About two miles away, a hunched figure suddenly rushed out like a ghost, blocking Su Jinzheng.

Su Jin looked up, but saw that this was an old and ugly old woman with a kind face but pretended to be angry, just like the angrily eyes of Vajra.

Su Jin was clear in his heart. This person should be Grandma Sun who was with Xiaolongnu day and night, and was suspected to be the biggest candidate for the other party's mother.

"Mother-in-law, are you?" Just because you have never met in the past, Su Jin could only pretend to be confused with his understanding.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you know that this is a forbidden place?" Grandma Sun said.

Su Jin looked surprised: "There are only a forest on the left and right, who is the forbidden area?"

"Depending on your outfit, you should be a disciple of Quanzhen Sect? Go back and ask Qiu Chuji, he will tell you the answer."

Su Jin was thinking about Xiaolongnu in his heart, no, it should be said that he was thinking about the task, and said with a smile: "Mother-in-law, do you believe there are gods in the world?"

Grandma Sun was stunned: "What are you talking nonsense? The legend of gods is just a story in the storybook. How can such a ridiculous thing be in life?"

"I believe there are gods." Su Jin's face turned right and said solemnly: "To be honest, I can come here at this time not because of a coincidence, but because I had a dream in the evening and saw a white-bearded fairy. He told me that there is a tomb of a living dead man here, and there is a cause and effect of me in the tomb."

"Hahahaha... Your bull's nose is so funny. If you have your fate in the tomb of the Living Dead, wouldn't you marry a ghost?" A pleasant laugh suddenly came from afar. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful figure appeared here.

"Li Mochou! You dare to come back!" Seeing this person, the fake anger on Grandma Sun's face instantly turned into true anger and she shouted sternly.

"The ancient tomb sect was originally my family, why can't I come back? But you two bitches, master and servant, have occupied my family and driven me out of the sect. It's simply outrageous." The beautiful figure walked forward a few steps, revealing a dreamy face that was so ashamed to the moon.

It is the fairy Chi Lian, the femto-scorpion fatale, and Li Mochou, who is now famous in the world.

"I told you that I don't understand. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise when my girl comes out, you won't be so easy to leave." Grandma Sun said.

"The last time I gave that little bitch a chance because I was secretly injured. Do you really think I can't beat her?" Li Mochou glared and said with a whisper.

Grandma Sun was about to return to her mouth when three piano sounds suddenly rang deep in the forest.
Chapter completed!