Chapter 88: Huang Quan said.

Lin Zhizhi couldn't see the scene where his master asked again, and his face changed after getting the answer at the time-his sword flew to the inner mountain, with the treasure of the head, unimpeded all the way, and stopped deep in the inner mountain. At the entrance of Xumi Fantasyland. The black-haired boy lit the talisman in his hand, and after a while, a frame of [Feng Shuang, Favorability Index 70, Contradictory Attitude] appeared on the head of a tall blue shirt man at the door.
Feng Shuang, the lord of Xumi's fantasy world, went out to see Lin Zhizhi in person.
The black-haired boy ran in a hurry, with a blush on his face, and his chest was violently up and down panting. Lin Zhizhi's very anxious look barely made Feng Shuang not angry on the spot.
His only real son died for him. As a father, how could Feng Shuang not blame him at all? Had it not been for Feng Shuang to be a very sensible father, he had personally taught his stupid son how to roast a chicken to treat his sweetheart-he knew Feng Qin's heart deeply, so he would not bother Lin Zhizhi.
Who can blame that stupid phoenix who does not want to be willing? !
Fortunately, it was not hopeless, if he could successfully survive this catastrophe, it would be good for Feng Qin's character.
With a cold face on Feng Shuang's face, Lin Zhizhi walked into the Xumi fantasy realm with his cuff.
The interior of Xumi Mirage is beautiful, like a fairyland, full of aura, and all kinds of elixir spirit flowers thrive-anyway, it is much more beautiful than Dao Zun's bare ice mountain cave mansion.
It's just that people in the fantasy world don't have the intention to appreciate such beautiful scenery. Feng Shuang led Lin Zhizhi to a medicine pavilion, where there was already a middle-aged beautiful woman, dressed in a black gold cloud embroidered shirt, wearing a water-colored tulle, and a golden phoenix phoenix in her bun. Qin's mother Feng Ling.
She had obviously cried. At this time, her eyes were reddened. Seeing Feng Shuang coming back, Feng Ling's eyes fell on the black-haired young man beside him.
This was the first time she saw Lin Zhizhi.
Out of her son's affection for him, she should love the house and Wu. But Fengqin would rather choose self-sacrifice for him, and made her feel resentful. Fortunately, Lin Zhizhi's appearance conditions are good enough, and she is out of dust and immortal, and she does not belong to the enchanting person she imagined.
Otherwise, she really wants to pinch her son back to life.
Feng Ling pointed to the Jianmu basin in front of him, with a sour voice: "He is here."
Lin Zhizhixun went away, it was a very precious spiritual weapon. Legend has it that in the ancient times, a branch of the tree that supported the sky was collapsed, and it was made into a basin, which has a huge ability to restore the Feng family. Some liquid medicine is soaked in the basin, and the Nirvana egg is staying quietly in it, without movement.
Young Master Lin looked at the phoenix egg, was silent for a moment, then turned to Fengshuang and his wife and said, "I'm sorry."
It's okay for him not to express his stance, and to apologize in this way, so that Feng Ling no longer cares about the juniors. The beautiful woman shook her head: "It's his own choice."
"Dare to ask the two seniors, what's the matter? I heard from the real person who taught me that it is about spirits? Is there a way to treat?" Lin Zhizhi bit his lip and asked in one breath.
Feng Shuang raised his hand to inject an aura into the liquid medicine: "He passed through the water of the Styx when he came out. The water was so yin and poisonous that it swallowed the soul of the egg-the spirit of the true phoenix made it indigestible. Ruo. My guess is correct, his soul should be in the Yellow Spring Road at this time."
"Huang Quandao..." Lin Zhizhi frowned.
"Yes. There are three ways in the ghost way, one is Huangquan, the second is Shura, and the third is livestock. Any soul detained in these three ways cannot be reincarnated." Feng Shuang explained, "I don't want to think about it. A true phoenix spirit left behind his appetite!"
Feng Shuang was obviously very angry with the last sentence.
"I've heard that the ghost door in the Yinquan Sect can lead to the ghost road." Lin Zhizhi searched for the memory of the ghost road in his mind.
"Can I not know what you know?" Feng Shuang said impatiently, "I invited the Great Elder of Yinquan Sect, and paid a certain price, and also personally entered Huangquan Dao-but I did not find him."
Having said this, the man who was still angry just now sighed suddenly and looked at Lin Zhi one eye deeply: "The elder said, maybe the person who is most concerned about Feng Qin's memory can recall his spirit from Huangquan Dao. ."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
"It's really mad at me. Ling'er and I gave birth to him and raised him for so many years. In the end, he was not his favorite." Feng Shuang was jealous. "Seeing you, my stupid son even has his own name and first name. I forgot."
"..."
"Forget it, I don't want to intervene in your younger generation's relationship problems." The man stood up and looked at the dark-haired boy who had been silent, "I just ask you one thing, would you like to go to Huangquan Road?"
"How to get to Huangquan Road?" Lin Zhizhi asked calmly.
Never shirk responsibility is one of his beautiful qualities.
"In Yinquan Sect." His answer made Feng Shuang look a little different, and quite understand the choice of his stupid son.
"I can do it anytime." Lin Zhizhi walked to the phoenix egg and touched its shell.
Feng Shuang is also a resolute person. He contacted the great elder of Yinquan Sect through the sound transmission Fulu for some "feelings", and successfully concluded a deal for Yinquan Sect to agree to open another ghost door for Lin Zhizhi.
Before leaving for Yinquan Sect with Lin Zhizhi, Feng Ling stopped him and reminded him hesitantly: "Child, it's dangerous there."
She knew that Taoist respected Lin Zhizhi very much.
If something happened to him in Huangquan Dao, Xuanhua might be furious.
Lin Zhizhi turned around and smiled at her: "I know. It's okay, I will bring him back."
This smile was faint and fleeting, like the first melting of ice and snow, making Feng Ling relieved for no reason.

Yinquanzong.
Only real dragons can compete with Tianfeng for speed. With Feng Shuang's full effort, it only took three hours to reach Yinquan Sect from Luoxian Jianzong.
The disciples of the Yinquan School practiced Ghost Dao exercises, which was discriminated against by decent disciples. It was built on the bottom of a green lake in the Miaojiang area. There is a ghost cave at the bottom of the lake, which has a multiplier effect on the practice of the ghost way.
Since Feng Shuang had been to Yinquan a long time ago, they were no strangers to his request.
Ghost Dao is completely natural and is the home of human souls. The ghost gate of the Yinquan Sect is a spatial passage opened by Da Neng forcibly, and it takes countless ghost power and spiritual stone energy to open it once. In recent years, the Yinquan Sect has only used entering the ghost gate as a reward for the elite disciples, and let them in for training, and the death and injury rate was as high as 60%.
To a certain extent, the practice of Yinquan Sect is more like the magic way-except for Yinquan, the other three factions will not use this method of refining Gu to temper their disciples.
When the elder of Yinquan Sect Guiqi Sensen brought Lin Zhizhi to the front of the ghost gate, Feng Shuang put a bracelet on the wrist of the young man on his side and reminded: "It is made of requiem wood, which can strengthen your spiritual consciousness. You can return by crushing it after you find him. Remember, don't touch the water of Huangquan Road, and don't go to the depths of Huangquan Road. You can call your soul as best as you can-at least you have to come back."
Lin Zhizhi took every sentence in his heart and nodded to the Yinquan Sect elder to indicate that he was ready.
Several elders glanced at each other, Feng Shuang personally protected the law, the ghost gate closed after the green light flourished, and a terrible ghost roar came from the depths of the darkness, and a suction force led Lin Zhizhi's spirit into the ghost gate.
He stood motionless with his eyes closed.
"It's really a perfect soul," after Lin Zhizhi entered, an elder Yinquan complimented, "If he died in it, he might be the most powerful ghost king..."
Feng Shuang glared at him irritably, and pronounced the words heavily: "Unfortunately he can't."
Elder Yinquan chuckled and stopped talking.
Several people gathered around the ghost gate to meditate, and the scene became quiet again.
But after Lin Zhizhi felt dizzy for a while, he reached a strange place. It was pitch black, and there was an endless road, and the sound of ghost roars mixed with river flowing echoed in my ears.
He is out of his mind, has self-consciousness, and his body is full of misty white light-like a carved jade statue. There was nothing in his body, no weapons, only the bracelet made of requiem wood followed in the form of a spirit body.
It's the same as Feng Shuang said before—huh? wrong.
Lin Zhizhi felt something moving on his left shoulder, and he patted it with one hand, only to see a small lifelike phoenix spirit body flapping in his palm.
"Fengqin?" Lin Zhizhi grabbed its little wings and asked in amazement.
But soon something went wrong with him. This little phoenix disciple had its own appearance and made no sound. He would only act like a coquettish in front of him—the spirit of pill.
Lin Zhizhi quickly determined its identity. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. How did the spirit of the pill enter the ghost path?
The black-haired young man thought for a while without an answer, put the incarnation of the elixir spirit on his shoulder, and began to call the soul in his mind: Fengqin
There is no language in Huangquan Road.
Among the endless ghosts, only relying on the power of divine mind to find the target.
At the same time, that person must be strong and firm enough to accept your soul evocation, and to return from the water soul of the yellow spring.
Lin Zhizhi's consciousness spread out, causing layers of ripples in the ghost road. He tried his best to concentrate his thoughts and call Fengqin's name. However, he waited on the spot for a long time, and he could not wait for the soul of Little Phoenix.
At this moment, the Danfeng flapped its wings and flew a distance to the west. As if feeling that Lin Zhizhi hadn't followed, it turned its head back and urged it to lift its tail feathers and motioned for him to follow.
Getting lost in the ghost road is not fun.
If discovered by a powerful fallen spirit, he might be killed here. But if you are afraid of risks, this trip may come in vain
Young Master Lin's thoughts for a while, caressing the requiem wooden bracelet, and followed.
The road is obstructive and long, surrounded by gurgling water droplets and the roar of ghosts from time to time, which is terrifying.
Lin Zhizhi jotted down the road he had traveled in his heart, and at the same time, he was careful not to touch the yellow water flowing out-the creatures that had been contaminated with the yellow spring water would be lost in the ghost road forever and could not go back to the sun.
Every time he walked a certain distance, he would stop and wait for the soul to be summoned, but every time he returned without success, he had to follow Danfeng on.
Lin Zhizhi had an intuition that Fengqin, as a living soul, a living true phoenix spirit, might be trapped by something.
He followed Danfeng, avoiding a few wandering Soul Swallows, and walked into the depths of Huangquan Road.
Finally, Lin Zhizhi saw a yellow spring, and a huge phoenix perched at the end of the lake. The lake water was as deep as his neck.
He completely plunged himself into the yellow spring water.