"What the hell is this place, where did that old guy Hu Mei get me?"

"Huh, isn't that right?"

Ye Zhuo, who woke up from the immersion, was at a loss for where he was, looking around, frowning and muttering, but before he finished speaking, Ye Zhuo, who suddenly realized something, frowned a little tighter, and looked down at his body with a light sigh.

"Huh?" another exclamation, seeing that his body was actually a phantom, Ye Zhuo was stunned again, and fell into confusion again. It seems that he doesn't understand how his body has become like this, obviously he can clearly feel everything, but no matter how he looks at his whole body, his hands and feet, and even his own head are just phantoms, not only looking like this, after being stunned for a while, Ye Zhuo waved his phantom hand and touched his phantom body, and then found that his arms and bodies were directly integrated, and when they were separated, his arms had already worn out from his back in an impossible posture.

After going back and forth a few times, Ye Zhuo found more incredible, not only that his body could clearly feel that it had become a phantom now, but also his six senses, which were not what he should have been, and he thought that he was looking around, but in fact, all the situations in all directions were reflected in his heart at the same time, and he didn't need to open his eyes and turn his head to scan it.

"This is the power of divine thoughts, and the situation that will only appear when the divine consciousness is covered, hey, what is divine thought, and what is divine consciousness?"

"What the hell is this, old fellow Hu Mei...... Who is Hu Mei, and why do I think of this name?"

"...... from Liyun Island, I'm from Liyun Island, ...... Hai?"

……

A question has not been thought out clearly, and then there are new questions one after another into his mind, Ye Zhuo felt as if he remembered more things in his mind, but they were all sporadic bits and pieces, and what made him even more unhappy was that all the bits and pieces were like scattered stones, bringing only more doubts, no matter how he thought about it, he could not even completely figure out the answer he wanted, and he had been calm for a long time, but soon became irritable again, even more than the previous time.

"Ah......h

As this aura passed, with the gloomy mood penetrating, the comfort was still the same, but Ye Zhuo was obviously not more concerned about these, just because as these things happened, Ye Zhuo's mind was also turning upside down, one by one, one by one, the figures flashed like a marquee, and the bits and pieces scattered before were gradually pierced and intertwined, and then, countless memories emerged like a tide.

Ye Zhuo finally remembered who he was, remembered everything, and then looked down at his phantom-like body, Ye Zhuo also realized his current state, just as he felt subconsciously before, at this moment he felt that he was not really himself, but just a projection of his own consciousness, and it is no wonder that his own consciousness projection feels so real, but the figure is just a phantom, but he can still see it in all directions as soon as his mind moves.

It's just that everything in the past is recalled, but for his situation at the moment, Ye Zhuo is still puzzled, thinking about it carefully, Ye Zhuo found that his memory can only be until he was inexplicably ingested into a space, and then when the essence blood was absorbed by someone in the air, because of the excessive loss of essence and blood, what happened after falling into a drowsy at a certain moment, Ye Zhuo couldn't think of it at all, but there was no clear experience in his memory, but Ye Zhuo was sure that he knew something, for example, he was very sure that he was calculating himself was the Humei Taoist of Qingqiu Mountain that he had been afraid to avoid for a long timeAt the same time, there are also a few people who have only heard the name from Hu Ling'er in the past, but they didn't pay much attention to it in the past, and they are also powerful people above Yuanying.

"Could it be that I'm already dead? This is the legendary Netherworld Nine Shadows?"

Although it is still a projection of consciousness, it is obviously very different from before, not to mention other strengths for the time being, Ye Zhuo's mind has returned to the realm it should be, and there are still many questions in his mind, I can't figure out why I think that Hu Mei Dao people have calculated themselves, and even in my mind, I can still think of their respective appearances, voices, voices, and gestures, I can't think of what happened later, Ye Zhuo doesn't bother anymore, in contrast, it is obvious that his current situation is the thing he should pay attention to the most。

How could he only have a projection of consciousness left, what kind of situation is this projection of consciousness now, what kind of place is this. Rationally think that the place where the consciousness can be projected should be the depths of his own consciousness, and there is indeed a familiar taste around the sense, but Ye Zhuo knows very well that this is not the case, at least not entirely, just because, he wants to completely return the consciousness to the body but can't, as if separated by a heavenly barrier, at the same time, Ye Zhuo also felt the aura that does not belong to him in the surrounding feelings, not anything else, it is the sadness that made himself feel very comfortable in the projection of his consciousness before, he was at a loss earlier, but Ye Zhuo at this moment has already recognized it, these ashes are nothing else, but every monk, the death intent that every living creature does not want to touch.

Thinking of the essence blood that was extracted from afar at that time, and then looking at the heavy death intent that permeated the surroundings at this moment, plus his consciousness can only wander here, but he can't return to his body to connect with his own body, he can't help but realize that he is dead, and at this moment he is not the projection of consciousness that he thinks, in fact, it is the idea of a ghost in the legend.

There are many things about gods and ghosts in the world, don't mention the things of immortals, as a monk, Ye Zhuo is very clear, don't say that he is already an existence above the golden pill, that is, a monk who builds a foundation or even refines the qi mirror, as long as he can urge some magic techniques, showing something that is difficult for mortals to understand, especially when such a gorgeous extraordinary means as a flying enclave, it is enough to become a mortal to worship the immortals, in the eyes of monks, especially in the eyes of people with enough realm, these are just jokes, as for whether there is really a heavenly realm, there is really that kind of high immortals, it is unknown, at least there is no definite evidence in the cultivation world。

But the ghost thing is different, the worldly mortals will preach this kind of thing, more because of fear, in fact, no one has really seen it, many of the things they think they have encountered are actually just scaring themselves, maybe it is a wisp of cloth fluttering in the wind on the branches in the dark night or a little ghost fire ignited by the spontaneous combustion of white bones in the mound. But for monks, it is different, perhaps like secular mortals, the vast majority of monks have not seen it with their own eyes, but they probably know that ghosts or nine ghosts with covers are not fictional, if they are from an extraordinary background, or have rich enough experience, and have a longer vision, monks will also know that in fact, in the world of cultivation, there are monks like ghost cultivators who practice the techniques and techniques related to ghosts.

Ye Zhuo himself has never seen a real ghost thing, nor has he dealt with any ghost cultivator, but he is also very sure of the existence of these things, without him, it is because of Hu Ling'er earlier, when he said it casually, Hu Ling'er had mentioned that there was such a method in Qingqiu Mountain, and even Hu Ling'er himself had considered the way of ghost cultivation because of the matter with Hu Jiu'er at the beginning.

Knowing the existence of the ghost path, knowing that there is indeed a world of ghosts and ghosts, at this moment, because of his own experience, coupled with the surrounding environment, especially such a thick, Ye Zhuo didn't think that there would be a comparable death intent in the Xiuzhen world, and it was not surprising that he would suddenly come out and realize that he was dead, in fact, there was only a wisp of remnant soul wandering in the Nine Nether World.

It's just that soon Ye Zhuo felt as if it wasn't like that, this place was not quite like the Nine Shadows where ghosts lived, although it was somewhat similar to the Nine Shadows World described by Fox Ling'er at that time, such as this heavy death intent, but it was also a little different, there was another aura here in addition to the heavy death intent, but what was that, for a while, Ye Zhuo couldn't sense it very clearly, but he felt that he was also very familiar, after all, he was not a real Jindan monk, just a wisp of consciousness projection, even if the memory has recovered a lot, but the strength is not.

And there is another point, his current state is also quite different from the ghost thing that Hu Linger casually mentioned, if he really dies because of the loss of essence and blood and becomes a new ghost thing, according to Hu Ling'er from the Qingqiu Mountain classics, there should be no complete memory, this is limited by the law of the Great Dao, and it cannot be changed by man.

However, Hu Ling'er only mentioned it casually because Ye Zhuo asked casually, and she didn't study the things of the ghost path in depth when she was in Qingqiu Mountain, whether she didn't turn to a more complete description of the Nine Nether World, or whether she missed the description when she relayed it, or something else, Ye Zhuo at the moment still doesn't know. Maybe this is really the Nine Shadows World, maybe I can preserve my memory and sense that little bit of vitality, just because the result of the influence of the law of the Great Dao that I comprehended when I cast the Golden Pill is not necessarily, after all, the matter about the Great Dao, no matter how mysterious it is, it is not impossible.