Chapter 385: Maze

Under the yellow spring, forget the way. "Le
Lingguo Zen master doubles his hands and does not say anything. Turning around is like walking in the river.
In the eyes of the release, the dark and turbid river is empty, and there is an invisible bridge at the foot of the Zen Master, so that he can smoothly enter the dense fog on the other side of the river and gradually disappear.
"Reincarnation……"
Someone sighed long.
He was talking about a group of ambiguous figures. He stood in a place not far from the release, but because the soul was on the verge of collapse, even the Lingguo Zen master ignored him, thinking that it was the soul of the week.
"You are very familiar with the local government?" Interpretation seems to be inadvertently asked.
"I have been here, ten thousand years ago."
The sound coming from the light and shadow is exactly the celestial being.
He smiled and said with self-deprecating: "I didn't expect to go with the veins before I died. I will revisit here."
Everything is only destroyed, and there is a chance to enter the six reincarnations. It is hard to say the gods.
They robbed and leaped, broke away from the first shackles of Heaven, and lost many opportunities. Those who died in the fairy world did not necessarily have an afterlife.
If you are born with a fairyland, you don’t even have to think about it. You are born in the fairy world and return to the land.
禹仙君No, Ling Xiantian is the immortal born.
"If Xianjun wants to win, he will go to the world now, but he still has time."
"No, I am like a remnant fire in the embers. I have enough time to survive."
The faint figure of Yan Xianjun is divided into fine white silk, which is constantly lost.
He could not leave the Forgotten River too far, and the place where he stood under his feet was also the vein. He was like a person who was deeply in the quicksand, and soon the sand would swallow him all.
The accident now is that the quicksand rushed into another waterway, and looked at other people's sites unscrupulously. When it was enough, the quicksand would return to the fairyland.
In fact, the release of the scorpion can go to the town of Wangxiang, or the guide of Qi Xianjun.
When I noticed that Chen He was aware of the local veins, the soul suddenly broke contact with himself, and when he did not want to explain it, he chased it up.
In the ghost field of Huangquan, the ghosts are floating, and it is difficult for the immortals to distinguish the path here.
"The land of the small world is the only place that the immortal can enter, the nearest place to the six reincarnations. I didn't know why, but now it is awkward. It turned out to be the last fairyland."
The sound of Yan Xianjun is not ill, and he is leisurely, as if he is walking.
"When I was able to create a heavenly spirit, I made a yin and yang, and I have been enlightened for a long time in the six reincarnations."
"The undead person, can't you see the bridge?" Shi Jie stopped, he saw many white ghosts, difficult to squat on the river, their figure swaying, and some even fell into the river.
"It is said that the deeper the cause and effect, the narrower the bridge surface, and it is difficult to pass."
Yan Xianjun sighed and then ridiculed himself: "My guilty responsibility, don't talk about the bridge, I am afraid that the river is dry, I can't go through it. In the past, it was precisely because of fear of the natural immortal, there is no chance to enter the cycle. It’s good now, I’m going around, and I’m on my way, but I’m looking away.

Interpretation did not see Chen Wo next to Sansheng Stone.
He didn't know where the younger brother went.
The ghosts and ghosts are afraid to hide on one side and dare not approach.
"The front is the township, oh, it has changed a lot." Yan Xianjun was a little surprised.
Ten thousand years ago, the world in the early days of the world was still ancient and wild, and there were tribes and ethnic groups everywhere.
Even the most prominent Wangcheng is a brick that is dried and baked by the earth. There is no carved bridge and a verandah. It is just a loess city and a stone gate that is blessed by the monks. A slightly decent building is a large sect of the realm of the realm, and even the monks can not tell the ruins of the fairy palace.
What scale can I look at at that time?
"It seems that someone is eyeing us -" Yan Xianjun said suddenly.
In front of the release, there are dozens of ink-like things flying out, no heads and no brains, and ghosts crying, the squeaky noise of the knife on the bronze, and the insane anger .
"Hey, you immortals, the wind is making waves! You dare to go into the ghost gate, cross the Huangquan Road, today I will give you some color! On!"
The release of the eyes is not lifted, and the strong yin is freely opened.
The people outside were taken aback.
"What is going on, isn't it true that the immortal hears these ghosts crying and has a headache? There is also yin... Hey! The black water that you have collected from these forgotten souls, it will not be shoddy!"

"Hey! Kid, do you say it again?"
"Hey! Do you dare to question my ninety-nine brothers?"
The sneak attacker seems to be guilty of guilt, and the squatting out of the area covered by smoky smoke, I saw the roof, the roadside, the front, back, left and right are surrounded by cyan crabs, all the carapace is bright, the oily water is like a good Sapphire.
Pinch the jagged pliers and look at it.
Two pairs of eyes, the crabs are still not so good, the monk standing on the eaves, the wind and the gentleman, rolled straight down.
Fortunately, the ghost is not afraid of breaking the leg, nor will it smash the brain - the wolverine's monk who climbed up from the blue crab shell, the face is scarier than those white ghosts, he said:
"Sir! I, I don't know if I am a sage! Otherwise I will not kill you."
Interpretation followed the memory for a while, slowly opening: "Tong Xiaozhen?"
This monk was completely squatting on the ground and couldn't get up. He wanted to say a few words and mixed up. After all, the brother of the flame sage, for Tong Xiaozhen, also had a mirage in the past.
Although Tong Xiaozhen was in the realm of comprehension, it was already soaring.
Why do you remember him as a big man like Shiyan?
Tong Xiaozhen was crying and mourning a face. Of course, he didn't know. He had heard Chen Wo mention Tong Xiaozhen, and the four people from the flames of the past were able to remember the mistakes.
"You are here..." Interpretation of the white fairy and Luo Jingyu on the side of the fairyland, and met Xiao Xiaozhen in the local government. Naturally, he asked, "What about Zhan Yuanqiu?"
At this time, there was one person in the town of Wangxiang. The soul was very perfect. Although it was a ghost, it was a breezy moon, like the jewel of the Qiongzhi Yushu, the white coat and the crest. Just like the clear stream of Dongting Xiangshui, Jiangyue Yangzhou’s bridge under the moon, has been brought to the death of Huang Quan.
Tong Xiaozhen took the opportunity to slip away, and he was very loyal regardless of the crab.
Zhan Yuanqiu folded his hand in the folding fan, respectful and dazzling hand-to-hand ceremony: "Relieving the predecessors, not seen for many years."
"You have not been robbed?"
"The younger generation does not want to be a fairy." Zhan Yuanqiu hesitated and smiled. "In fact, I was prepared to become a fairy in my next life, but the trouble came one after another and trapped me here."
Interpretation thought of the sword.
Zhan Yuanqiu did not hide it. He read the words and said nothing. He immediately said: "In the past few years... when I was still alive, there were immortals who went to the gates and wanted to see me."
Of course, those who are not dead can't see it. The ghosts and the official gowns have the benefits of immortals. They look like the division of high and low nobles in the township, and they are favored by the immortals.
If it weren't for the township of the township, the ghosts came and went, and the changes were too great. I am afraid that they would be split.
"The only thing in the world that can't be blocked by life and death is trouble." Zhan Yuanqiu smiled bitterly.
When he said this, Zhan Yuanqiu couldn’t help but look at the group of crabs.
Most of the monsters are reincarnation at once, but these guys who are clawing their claws are crawling into their graves, and they are plausible to say that they are repaired as Yuan Ying, and the number of life will be exhausted.
- Who wants this funerary! !
The dragon crab population is huge, but less than five hundred are practiced when the spirit is opened.
After the death of Zhan Yuanqiu, those naturally dead dragon crabs were also stopped by the "burial brothers", greatly expanding the team, responsible for listening to Zhan Yuanqiu.
There was a human emperor who was unhappy and unhappy before his death. He was accompanied by thousands of soldiers. When he entered the township, he stepped on the paper money and held a pile of mud people who had only a big finger in Huangquan. They were laughed at by the dragons and crabs. A pass.
The ghosts that did not change the arrogance of the emperor were so violent that they thundered, and they took the sacrifices from the human world. They looked for the monks in the city to deal with this group of arrogant guys. Finally, I heard that the crab is the first of the world. The funerary of the person was reluctant to give up.
Zhan Yuanqiu guessed in his heart the strength of the interpretation: "What happened in the fairy world, I asked if there is no tribute to the fairyland..."
"You are the apprentice of Yuan Qingmi?" Yan Xianjun suddenly spoke.
"Is this fairy?"
Zhan Yuanqiu did not look at the leaking princes, but it was not appropriate to greet him. Now he is inquiring about the good deeds.
Qi Xianjun answered the question: "Maybe someone knows your identity, wants to be kind to you, and owes Yuan Qingmi's cause and effect."
Zhan Yuanqiu was said to be confused, and instinctively asked: "Yuan Qingmi?"
"浣剑尊者."
"..."
Zhan Yuanqiu wants to say that his master is not called Wan Chun, but the mystery of the sword lord Heiyuan Gu is so heavy that he also knew it, so he asked: "So I need to be unlucky, let others help me, then they The debt owed to my master is paid off? What is the cause and effect? ​​If it is not, is it serious?"
Very serious, meaning that the immortals can't do anything about the Yuan Cheng Tian Zun holding the fairy.
After a moment of disregard, although this matter is complicated, if Xing Ritian and Zhan Yuanqiu do not know, they will obviously suffer big losses, so he said straightforwardly: "The Sword Sword Lord is actually a fairy."

There is no end to the sound of water.
The ghosts were weeping and struggling on the invisible bridge. They wanted to go to the other side. Chen He looked at them casually.
Huang Quan, who had never thought of coming from the flames, wanted to forget the river and look for someone who had not yet crossed the bridge.
Chen He didn't stay in Wangxiang Town because he didn't want to think about one thing: even if Tiandao didn't have time to go back, when he was robbed into a fairy and tried to get down to Huangquan, the person he was looking for was not here.
When you enter the reincarnation, where do you want to go?
After forgetting the river, it is no longer the release.
That would be such a bad game of chess, I am afraid that the flames will force the Tiandao to trace back time. Chen He reached out and stroked his hand, and he felt the spirits swaying like a brother.
Is it difficult to be Huang Quan’s yin?
The image of the veins is guiding, pulling him back.
"Brother?"
Chen He turned back, the fog was in trouble, and nothing could be seen clearly.