There is a deserted person in the wilderness.

There was a half-dead old tree standing in the sky, and a group of malicious crows stood on it.

Song Qian and the other person walked side by side. As they walked, the people around him disappeared without a trace like smoke and fog.

He looked back and forth, but no matter what, he could not find the person he had walked with.

Thorns appeared under his feet, and he seemed to have not seen them. He let the spikes slash their legs in their clothes and pants, and still moved forward firmly.

He needs to find that person.

That very important person.

He shouted loudly, and the shouts echoed in the wilderness, responding to him only the rattle of the crows.

A city appeared deep in the wilderness, and he narrowed his eyes to look at the city gate plaque.

There were vaguely two words on the plaque. He tried hard to identify them, but he couldn't see them clearly.

At this moment, the crow flew up and flew towards the city, but after a moment, he flew back and landed on the branches.

They raised their heads and stretched their necks, as if they had swallowed something, and their eyes also showed a look of satisfaction.

Song Qian looked at them, and they shouted provocatively at him, opening his mouth, revealing the broken flesh and blood that had not eaten clean at the corners of his mouth.

A crow squeezed away his companions and stood in front.

Its eyes were flashing with a provocative light, and it swung its head, revealing a pair of bells, and under the dead sky, it reflected a glimmer of light.

"roll!"

Song Qian sat up suddenly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

It turned out that just was just a dream.

He bent one leg, supported his arms, lowered his head and gasped slightly.

Eighteen years have been around, and he always has similar dreams. He remembers some dreams clearly, and some dreams forget them as soon as he opens his eyes, but the feeling in the dream has never changed.

They are all the same desolate and desperate.

He lifted the quilt, changed into a sweat-wet bedcloth, packed it up, and dressed it neatly before walking out in the moonlight.

When he walked to the corridor, he stood still, and he looked at the Yuedong Gate. His posture was not so much a view, but rather a person who had not returned home.

"Zi Mu."

Song Qian turned around when he heard the sound.

A man walked out of the shadow under the corridor, his appearance was seventy-seventh-something to Song Qian.

Song Qian bowed and bowed, "Big Brother."

Song Yuan raised his hand and replied, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Song Qian's expression was faint, "No."

Song Yuanzhi didn't want to talk, so he sighed and changed the topic, "Do you want to attend this year's Shangyuan Temple Festival?"

Song Qian closed his eyes, "I will consider it."

In ancient times, there was no such thing as the Shangyuan Temple Sacrifice. This was a large-scale sacrificial activity carried out by the people of the world to commemorate the achievements of the Taoist ancestor in order to commemorate the 15th day of the birth of the Taoist ancestor on the 15th of the second month of the second month as the day.

The Supreme Taoist Ancestor was Song Qian's mentor. He should be present in terms of love or righteousness since childhood. However, there was a reason why everyone was secretive, and no one criticized him. When he arrived, everyone welcomed him. If he didn't, everyone just thought he didn't know.

Song Qian was silent.

Song Yuan was also silent.

The atmosphere between the two brothers was a little stagnant for a moment.

After a while, Song Yuan spoke first, "You are fine recently, there is no problem on the day of Shangyuan Temple Festival?"

well enough.

Both brothers understand what these three words refer to.

Song Qian's expression was still faint, "I have always been very good."

Song Yuan looked at Song Qian deeply, shook his head and walked away.

Although he is the eldest brother, he doesn't have to ask too much if he has any questions, and he doesn't care about any matters.

The sun shone on the earth, and the corpse on the coffin moved, raising his hand to cover his eyes.

etc.

Sunlight?

Tu Shanling suddenly opened her eyes, not even caring about the pain of the sun. Until her eyes were sore and tears came out, she climbed up to the coffin, sat on it, shook her legs, and laughed happily.

I, Tushan Wuyin, made a comeback.

Hey, this is the contract of the main pet in my mind!

What a brave dog, I caught the head of the eldest daughter of Tushan. How many lives do you have to die!

Tu Shanling waved her hand angrily, and the expected black water exploded but did not appear. She quickly checked her body and found that her body was extremely weak, and the spiritual power in her dantian was pitifully less.

This is not my body.

Tu Shanling stretched out a finger and pointed it in the eyebrows. The contract of the main pet appeared, and there was an order on the contract.

"I don't know who you are, but I know you must be very powerful. I am willing to burn the true spirit to help you get out of trouble. I just want you to take good care of my mother for me and avenge me!"

Burning the true spirit.

Tu Shanling blinked.

When she woke up, she did notice the breath of the soul sacrificed around her. In this way, the original owner of this body was her savior!

If the savior is concerned about the contract of favor.

After resting for a while, she had enough strength, Tu Shanling turned over and stood on the coffin. She touched the nails nailed to the coffin, and her soul immediately became a little unstable.

Soul-Suppressing Nail!

What is the soul-suppressing nail?

This nail is a very vicious magic weapon in the world of Taoism, and its viciousness can be ranked among the top three.

When a person has just died, he will take the soul-suppressing nail and nail it into his limbs and his spiritual power. He can suppress his soul and prevent him from being reborn from leaving the body, and he will not be able to gather the yin energy and turn into a ghost, which will eliminate the possibility of revenge of the dead.

"Gou Ju Sheng, I am still your junior sister. You are just treating me like that?"

When the two armies fought, they were never tired of cheating. She missed a move from Tushanling. If she lost, she would lose. She didn't complain at all. She could use the Soul-Suppressing Nail, which was really too much.

She was angry.

When she recovered her strength, she went to Tangting to take out Ju Sheng's nest.

She turned over and lay on the coffin and reached out to pick the coffin board. The coffin board was tightly buckled and could not even fit his nails in.

"My tail!"

Ninety percent of the nine-tailed fox clan's strength condenses on its tail, one percent of the tail condenses on one part, and one percent gathers on its body.

Tu Shanling didn't panic after changing her body, but she couldn't get her tail back, so she felt a little panic.

She didn't dare to touch the soul-suppressing nail, and she couldn't pick the coffin board, so she had to give up and wait until she thought of a solution in the future, and then got her tail back.

She stepped on the black water with a tiger face.

The feet sink down.

She frowned slightly, "You try pulling me down again!"

The evil ghost in the black water froze and floated up obediently, letting her step on it.

Tu Shanling raised her hand and pointed to the shore, "Go."

The evil ghost was breathless and swelled up, but he couldn't vent his anger, so he could only take Tushanling to the shore obediently.

Tu Shanling had just stepped on the ground, and the evil ghost's neck quickly shrank, and disappeared into the black water, as if he was afraid that she would eat him.

She blinked and blinked again, but still couldn't find the right way out. She bulged her cheeks and stared at the fierce corpse hiding behind a crooked tree.

The place is too yin and resentful, and the physical body is too weak, and it is just an ordinary womb. If you can't see through the naturally formed "ghost wall" and you have to find local residents to lead the way.

"Come here."

The evil corpse has been dead for many years and is stiff all over. I didn't expect that today I could experience the trembling feeling of my calves.

He trembled and approached Tushanling and roared, which was very meaningful to be good at being good at it. However, he didn't know that the person in front of him was just a Xibei product with no soul pressure but no matching cultivation.

Tu Shanling: "Leading the way."

The evil corpse nodded and dragged its steps towards the periphery of the Tianzi Sea.

After walking for half an hour, Tu Shanling saw a clear boundary line, with the yin and resentment inside the line and the spiritual energy outside the line.

That's where.
Chapter completed!