The cold moon hangs high in the sky and the chill wind howls.
A large pale hand lifted up the hanging straw curtain.
Then, a man rushed in suddenly, swept by the cold wind.
Looking at the extremely familiar face in front of him, Xia Ming's pupils suddenly tightened.
damn it!
How could it be him!
He turned out to be Jiang Liang from the Soul-Holding Cliff!
To Jiang Liang, Xia Ming's shock was just the panic of being discovered for being lazy.
Looking at the pile of objects on the stone platform, the coldness in Jiang Liang's eyes dimmed a lot.
Jiang Liang glanced at the shocked Xia Ming again, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
"He must be too exhausted after producing so much."
"Li Dahu has already given up, so I can't push Xia Ming too hard."
"If Xia Ming falls ill, where can I find such an obedient little donkey?"
With a clear mind, Jiang Liang waved his hand and took away all the soul stones on the stone table.
After thinking for a moment, he said to Xia Ming:
"You have been working for three days and three nights. Take a good rest tomorrow and don't tire yourself out."
Without waiting for Xia Ming to answer, Jiang Liang strode out of Cave 37.
A long time after Jiang Liang left, Xia Ming was still standing there in a daze.
"I...amn't I dead?"
"Why am I here? A last gasp of lucidity isn't that outrageous!"
"Is this an illusion? Or an illusion? "
As he struggled to stand up and touched the cold stone platform, Xia Ming couldn't help but tremble all over.
cold! So cold!
It feels like an ice needle piercing into the bone!
Why didn’t I feel it was that cold at the beginning?
Groping along the edge of the stone platform, Xia Ming, holding an oil lamp, found a palm-sized bronze mirror from the corner.
Looking at the thin face in the bronze mirror that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Xia Ming felt his heart tremble.
"Hallucination! It must be a hallucination!"
"Why am I so haggard!?"
"Rinnegan! Open it for me! Open it!"
"Immortal magic! Mirror Flower and Water Moon! Immortal magic! Water Moon Cave Observation!"
"Immortal Technique! Daokong Samsara!!"
Even when his fingers were pinched until they turned white, the pair of eyes in the mirror remained unchanged.
When Xia Ming tried hard to open his eyes, the hanging straw curtain was lifted up again.
The sudden appearance of the figure made Xia Ming break out in a cold sweat.
For many years, no one has been able to hide from his perception!
This person must be an extraordinary person!
Could it be the Taoist Lord?
The "Taoist Lord" glanced at Xia Ming sideways, and then threw a quilt directly on Xia Ming's head.
"Elder Jiang Liang asked me to give it to you. Soul-Holding Cliff is not as good as the service station at the foot of the mountain. Don't freeze to death."
It was not until the man walked away that Xia Ming finally remembered.
"That man seems to be a patrol disciple of the Soul Cliff. I have seen him several times before."
"What's his last name? It seems like I don't have much in common with him."
"Forget it, forget it, he is not important."
As the night deepened, Xia Ming curled up in the corner of the stone bed wrapped in bedding.
It was very cold outside, and there were chilly whimpering sounds in the wind.
The candles in the thirty-seven caves went out.
Xia Ming didn't light the candle.
He just stared blankly at the cold moonlight on the ground in front of him.
After a long sigh, a low murmur gradually came from Cave No. 37.
"Could it be..."
"Is this all just a dream?"
"How is this possible?"
"How can dreams be so real?"
"How can a dream last that long?"
"Where's my crane?"
"Where's my Chongyang?"
"He! Er!"
"This must be fake! No one can fool me!"
The coldness came and penetrated deep into his internal organs. Although Xia Ming was tough on his words, he could only wrap himself tightly in the quilt.
Curled up in a corner, shaking all over, Xia Ming had a sleepless night.
When the sky turned white, Xia Ming couldn't resist the drowsiness coming from his body and fell asleep directly.
What woke Xia Ming up was not his biological clock, but a sharp and short pain.
To be precise, Xia Ming was kicked awake by someone.
The one who kicked him was none other than the "Taojun" who sent him the quilt yesterday.
The patrolling disciple who belongs to the Soul-Holding Cliff.
"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"
"It's time to do this! Elder Jiang specifically asked you to do this."
Xia Ming opened his eyes in pain and saw the man's dark pupils.
Without giving Xia Ming much time to react, the man stretched out his big hand and pulled him up.
Before he had time to look at other things, an extremely pale face without a trace of blood suddenly caught Xia Ming's eyes.
Memories of the past began to flow back, and the face in my memory gradually overlapped with the one in front of me.
He is actually...an inner sect disciple...Yin Shiqi, from Qingdan Peak!
This... How is this possible!?
Am I reborn?
Or... is this an illusion of the Taoist Master!
The moment he touched the cold corpse, Xia Ming couldn't help but tremble.
It's so real! It's like reality! Is there such an illusion?
An illusion that can trap me!?
As Xia Ming hesitated, a cold voice came to his ears again.
"What? Did you forget how to dissect a corpse?"
"Are you confused after sleeping? Do you want me to teach you?"
"Hurry up and dissect the body! Don't waste time!"
While the sound shook his soul, Xia Ming also felt a long sword against his waist.
After taking a deep breath, a light suddenly appeared in Xia Ming's eyes.
Yup!
Since it is an illusion!
You definitely can’t copy my golden finger!
I can decompose spiritual roots!
I can still see the essence of things!
Want me to indulge in this!
dream!
As long as I can find the flaw, I will be able to get rid of the confusion!
The thought came to him, Xia Ming closed his eyes and immediately turned on the magnetic field sensing.
The next moment, Xia Ming just stood there in a daze.
The magnetic field sensing is actually turned on!
Nine vortex acupoints and a slender fire spirit root!
They were placed in front of Xia Ming.
Just like it was then.
A slender blade was handed to him from behind. The moment he held the blade, Xia Ming turned back into the skilled Master Xia.
After opening the acupoints, the wounds were minute, impeccable and perfect, and the amount of bleeding was well controlled.
Soon, Master Xia completed his convergence work.
Among the pile of blood-stained soul stones, talismans, and medicine bottles, that flash of shining yellow seemed so abrupt.
It was an extremely ordinary brass ring.
Staring at the ring in front of him, Xia Ming's pupils trembled constantly.
If this is an illusion, why does it all seem so real!
If this isn't an illusion...
So was what I experienced before just a dream?
If it was just a dream, why would this brass ring appear again?
Is this just a coincidence?
There happens to be this ring inside Yin Shiqi's acupoint?
While Xia Ming was in a daze, Elder Jiang Liang walked in again.
Seeing Xia Ming's reaction, Jiang Liang handed over several soul stones and the ring to Xia Ming.
"It's hard work to dissect the corpse. You can continue to rest. These things are rewards for you."
Jiang Liang took the things and left.
Just like before, heartless.
Looking at Jiang Liang's receding back, Xia Ming directly gave the soul stone to the patrolling disciple behind him.
"Thank you for your care during this period. This small gift is not enough to express my respect."
The man weighed the soul stone in his hand, and then gently patted Xia Ming's shoulder.
The patrolling disciple left, but he did not take away Yin Shiqi's body on the stone platform. With thoughts floating in his mind, Xia Ming's big hand directly covered Yin Shiqi's dantian.
Magnetic field induction! Decomposition of spiritual roots!
As Yu Xia Ming sensed, Yin Shiqi's spiritual roots seemed to begin to merge into his body little by little.
There was no diode, no lit characters, only a faintly visible slender spiritual root in Xia Ming's dantian.
Yin Shiqi's body stopped shaking, and Xia Ming's spiritual roots were completely lit up. Surprisingly, the spiritual roots in his body were also Lihuo.
Staring at the wisp of fire spirit root in his dantian, Xia Ming was completely stunned.
Something is wrong!
What went wrong! ?
The plot shouldn't be like this!
Where did my water spirit root go?
Goldfinger is broken! ?
Or... this illusion simply cannot perfectly reproduce the Golden Finger!
That must be the case!
Xia Ming, don't panic!
We've found the flaw!
If we follow the clues, are we afraid that we won't be able to get out of this fantasy world?
"Yes, yes! I'm not in a hurry."
"I can't die here either. The illusion here seems to be extremely harmful."
"If I die here, I'm afraid something bad will happen."
"This method is definitely an unimaginable killing move!"
"It must be Daojun who is plotting against me!"
Time passed and soon it was late at night.
Xia Ming was very tired, and he fell asleep while staring at Yin Shiqi in front of him.
The night deepens and the frost sets in.
A white shadow quietly walked into Cave No. 37.
The sleepy Xia Ming shuddered.
cold! So cold!
Before he could stand up, Xia Ming just stood there in a daze.
Looking at the person in front of him, Xia Ming's heart trembled violently.
damn it!
He actually came!
That’s right, the person who appeared in front of Xia Ming was He Niansheng.
Supreme Qingdan... He Niansheng!
Xia Ming immediately lowered his head and tried hard to calm the violent thoughts in his mind.
How could Xia Ming not know that murderous intent was coming in this place!
If He Niansheng noticed something strange, he would definitely take action immediately!
Xia Ming doesn't want to die at the hands of He Niansheng!
"Why is He Niansheng here?"
"Could it be that Li Dahu has already reported the matter of the hidden spiritual root?"
"Damn it! He Niansheng is coming for me?"
Xia Ming's mood was in turmoil.
He Niansheng's cold voice has quietly sounded.
"Yin Shiqi is from Qingdan Peak."
"Your technique is good. You have saved some dignity for him."
As the sound reached his ears, Xia Ming's head drooped even more.
The situation here is still unclear, so the best way is to take the opportunity to find loopholes.
"Li Dahu said you have hidden spiritual roots..."
Hearing the three words "hidden spiritual roots", Xia Ming was suddenly shocked.
While Xia Ming was shocked, he also sensed something was wrong.
There was something wrong with He Niansheng's tone.
He seems disdainful?
Glancing at Xia Ming beside him, He Niansheng said:
"What I want to tell you is that there is no such thing as hidden spiritual roots in this world. The so-called hidden spiritual roots are just a lie to deceive mortals. Your cultivation is not enough, so it is normal that you don't know these things. I have also checked the matter of your growing spiritual roots. The problem is not with you, but with the soul stones you took before entering the mountain."
"That batch of soul stones was produced in the Seventeen-mile Tomb. Hai Dafu from the Miscellaneous Affairs Office sold inferior soul stones as good ones to make a profit. The side effects of that batch of soul stones are extremely severe. Eating too much will not only damage your body, but also reduce your aptitude. That's why the soul stone test failed to detect your spiritual roots."
"Not only that, if you eat too much of this soul stone, you will become listless and have many dreams and thoughts. Have you been having hallucinations recently? Auditory hallucinations? Visual hallucinations? Or do you have an extra memory? You are lucky. Many of the people who entered the mountain with you have gone crazy."
As if he had thought of something interesting, a sneer suddenly appeared on He Niansheng's face.
"Those lunatics are quite interesting. Some of them say they have grown a Nascent Soul, but others don't believe them, so they dig it out and show it to others. They tear open their bellies and find that there is only a mass of rotten meat inside. Some say he is a dragon. I don't know if he is a dragon or not, but this guy was beaten to death because he was hard of hearing. Some even say that we are living in someone else's dream, and when we wake up, we will all die... It's so absurd, it's ridiculous!"
He Niansheng looked at Xia Ming again.
"Boy, can you tell me what you saw?"
"You look at me in a strange way. Why, have you seen me? In your unrealistic fantasy?"
……
At the same time He Niansheng entered the Thirty-Seven Caves.
The "Taoist Lord" who received Xia Ming's soul stone has arrived at the bottom of the Soul-Holding Cliff.
Staring at the endless darkness in front of him, the man stood still.
The next moment, a small black dog stumbled over out of the darkness.
After rubbing the little black dog's head vigorously, the man immediately spread out his palms.
Looking at the several soul stones in his palm, the man's voice rang out.
"Eat it, eat it, this is the Immortal Lord's Soul Stone."
"Eat more and you will grow up faster. Eat more and you will remember its taste."
"The more we eat, the greater our chances of success."
After eating the soul stone, the black dog grew a lot bigger.
The black dog wagged its tail and nodded vigorously at the man.
……
On the edge of Guixu, there is a secret realm of all things.
In the center of the secret realm is a round pool of water.
The deep and secluded pool seems to be connected to another world.
In front of the mouth of Hunyuan Pond, Wanfa Daojun bathed and burned incense in preparation for fishing.
The fishing rod is made of wood that has been in harmony with the Tao for thousands of years, and the fishing line is the trace of the Tao that remains forever in the body of the Taoist.
As for the fishhook, it was forged from a broken piece of heavy weapon from the era!
The black fish hook is extremely sharp.
Even just a glance at it would hurt the cultivator's soul.
Under the curious gaze of the little boy beside him, Wanfa Daojun swung his club directly.
"What are you fishing for?"
Staring intently at the water surface, Wanfa Daojun's eyes were full of anticipation.
"I'm fishing for the fruit of the immortal path."
"The method of transforming into a flowing fish is enough to make that kid sink."
"If you use his own way to deceive him, how can he tell the truth from the false?"
"A fish on the edge of a deep river swims in vain without support, not knowing day or night, or life or death!"
"As long as this fish is hooked, then the deduction of the Dao will begin!"
"If I catch it, its Dao Fruit will be mine!"
“Although it is not a complete Dao fruit, it can help me to further improve my Dao fruit.”
The Epoch Fishhook continued to sink, and the gaze of the Taoist Master of All Laws became increasingly focused.
Boom——
The fishing line suddenly straightened and the fish was hooked.
Next, as long as you play with the fish until it becomes weak, it’s time to harvest.
Wanfa Daojun, who often goes fishing, naturally knows this well.
Gradually, not only the fishing line became taut, but even the fishing rod made of the wood of Tao began to bend.
"Okay, okay! Such a strong obsession! You still don't want to believe it?"
"Then I will help you again! Don't die in the transformation path!"
"Once you die in it, you're really dead!"
"I'll wait for you to die!"
"I want to see how long you can hold on!"
Just like that, Wanfa Daojun just froze there holding the fishing rod.
I don’t know how long it took.
The fishing rod in Wanfa Daojun's hand was stretched into a full moon.
At this moment, Wanfa Daojun could no longer sit still.
"Damn it! Something's wrong!"
"What the hell did I catch!"
"Something's wrong! Is there someone helping him?"
"No, no, no! What kind of cause and effect is he involved in?!"
"Hao Jae Yuan Yang! You are not dead yet!" (End of this chapter)
