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The Kunlun Xiaoyao Peak is best known in the world for its technique of controlling the soul of the body, which has evolved to be called the guide. There are ten ghost forests on Kunlun Mountain, which are the most suitable for nourishing grass and tree spirits. At the time of the spring equinox, the mountain gate is wide open, and the spirits can go down the mountain with the lord and travel in all directions. However, the road to cultivating immortals is very boring, nine points of danger, mortals step into the immortal gate of the one in ten thousand, and those who successfully build the foundation are rare, and the life span of the spirit is thousands of times that of mortals, often the owner is killed, and the spirit is left unattended and causes disaster to the world. What Kunlun guides have to do is to erase the memories of the spirit and bring it back to the ten directions. One is to avoid the loneliness of the spirit, and the other is to collect their memories, killing two birds with one stone.

Everything can't be peaceful, and so is apricots. When accompanied by the owner, the spirit is as tender as water, and once separated, it will immediately go berserk.

However, Shen Dongli really didn't learn the guiding exercises. You think, if she keeps to herself and waits for the Demon Sect to ask for someone, she will suffer less from a heavy dispersion. Otherwise, if you change your practice of demonic skills, you must first cut off your meridians, so why bother.

"I said, 'If you don't go out this today, no one will take your life, why should you do this?' Shen Dongli thought about it, is there really someone in the world who is generous to death?

As stated in the "Book of Nine Shadows", Wukong fell into a demon after his death, and at that time, Shen Mingzhu should have started his sect cultivation career early under the escort of the Shen Mansion. At this moment, he should be participating in the Qi refining competition, and in the midst of the crisis, he met the loyal dog male third, and a beautiful counterattack life has just begun.

Shen Dongli is very experienced in the matter of entering the demon. Ordinary mortals are dead, and they have grievances, and at most they turn into gusts of yin wind. It is also possible that a monk who has cultivated has demons in his heart and is insane, but it is generally called a mad demon. And then there's this monk, the monk who can't figure it out is the most interesting.

"Since I left the Pure Land, the Master told me that today is my day of death. "Shen Dongli was silent, if he must die today, why would his body float in Taohuadu two days later?

"This magic weapon is the result of a hundred years of penance by poor monks, and I hope that the benefactor will cherish it. After finishing speaking, a seven-story pagoda appeared in Wukong's palm, which was exquisite and clear, and very cute.

Shen Dongli didn't dare to take it into his pocket, he really didn't dare. Looking up, Shen Er and Leng Shuang were hiding under the eaves of the street with their swords, presumably Shen Nian had been paying attention to the second floor, the rain was connected in a line on the tip of the eaves, and the thunder dragon in the sky was still lingering.

As the heroine, Shen Dongli was extremely embarrassed. There is a saying in the Orthodox Heavenly Dao that the number of blessings a cultivator bears, the kind of magic weapon that he can drive. Although this reincarnation tower has not been completed, it is still a thing cast by imitating ancient artifacts, and it is also worthy of being called the "small reincarnation tower", and it still belongs to one of the cornerstones of the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, the tower builder himself needs to step into reincarnation before this tower can be completed. This caster is not dead, so what is the use of asking for it?

said that it was too late, but only to hear a loud shout, Shen Er was shaken out by the air wave for more than ten meters, and all the houses along the street collapsed. Although Cold Frost was agile, he also crashed into the peach tree at the ferry, and amazingly, the peach tree did not move at all.

Only the sound of a golden scepter falling to the ground was heard, and the rain dispersed at will, and the dark clouds parted. The three people of the Shen Mansion were all shocked.

Wukong seemed to have an epiphany, got up and tidied up a gray robe, walked down the stairs with his back to Shen Dongli, and came outside the house.

The people who come are so radiant that they can't open their eyes. Shen Dongli lifted the veil and tried to see it for the first time.

"King Kong Demon Circle......" Rao is that she has a lot of knowledge, and she can't help but murmur. This small world can produce many people, and there are countless strong people, how could someone like Shen Mingzhu turn the sky upside down?

All four of them were monks.

The king died of the community, and the old Tao died of benevolence and righteousness. Why Wukong died, Shen Dongli didn't know.

I saw him standing still in front of the door, his eyes empty. The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, and the name of the gray-robed monk is very interesting. Shen Dongli pondered deeply, what kind of mood did his master tell his apprentice that this is your death day.

There is no compassion, there is no compassion.

Suddenly, the wooden box rushed out of the bamboo curtain and smashed straight towards the group of four. Shen Dongli intended to stop it, but he didn't know whether to stop it or not. She always thinks about cause, cause and effect, right and wrong. What impact will the wilted branches with weak vitality have on the overall situation?

Sure enough, Xing didn't even have a chance to touch the old monk, and the wooden box turned into ashes in the air. At this moment, Shen Dongli made a move, and the four silver needles in his hand immediately appeared, intercepting the apricot branch from the air and nailing it to the place where the cold frost was.

The reason for this is that the apricot life should not be extinguished.

The old monk with the staff did not say a word, but only tapped the ground with the staff, and the light was born from the ground, as if ripples were transmitted to the sky. Wukong didn't look at the sky again before he collapsed, cut off from life.

Shen Dongli saw the familiar taste that he had not seen for a long time.

There are three people standing behind the old monk with a staff, golden robes and copper magic weapons, which are very majestic. One of them walked to Wukong and took out the golden bowl, and the small reincarnation tower immediately jumped out, and it was three points bigger than before.

Seeing the treasure in hand, the old monk with a staff drew a circle on the spot, and the three people in gold clothes stood in columns, forming a triangle. In an instant, the ground was full of golden light, everything in Pingjiang City was wiped out, the river was flowing backwards, and the rocks were flying. Shen Dongli jumped down from the window, picked up the corpse on the ground and flew towards Cold Frost.

"Cold Frost is going to save Second Uncle Shen!" As soon as he gave the order, he saw a slender figure flying among the rocks, and he picked up the unconscious Shen Er and left.

Pingjiang City is a big array. The eye of the array is this peach blossom crossing, or this immovable peach tree.

It rains heavily in the city, but the peach blossoms do not fall. The cold frost hit it, and it was also unscathed. This attitude of detachment from the world is really the envy of others.

"Miss, what's wrong with this person?" Leng Shuang looked at his young lady in amazement, pinching this person's neck like a chicken.

Shen Dongli said with a smile: "This person is in a demon, don't let Second Uncle Shen know." At the moment when he was out of breath, that is, when he was about to die but not dead, she saw the demonic energy. The ancients had a saying: One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

Calm returned to the crossing, and suddenly a few small boats appeared on the river, and the boatmen wore hats on their heads, held long pennies, and recited long trumpets in their mouths. All the ruined houses along the river appeared, and a gentle drizzle fell again.

Could it be that this Pingjiang City is a phantom array? Then why can people who have obviously been wiped out reappear? Shen Dongli put down Wukong, and even she couldn't figure it out. As soon as he landed, the crowd of people coming and going at the ferry saw the owner of Dongdonglou who fell to the ground and died.

"Master, master!" the man in white squeezed out of the crowd in a panic, the master in his mouth had long since been cut off. Bai Yi immediately knelt on the ground and wept. "Why did you abandon me two days ago when you left a letter?" Bai Yi was finally able to hold his master's hand, white as jade, weak and boneless. "If you want to be buried in Kunlun, the small one is to smash the pot and sell iron, and you have to help the soul go!"

Kunlun is good, the Ten Directions Ghost Forest specializes in raising spirits, which is very good for demon cultivation. When he wakes up from the snow, it will be an excellent weapon.

However, the apricots are not going back. Shen Dongli's needle pierced it into the peach tree, to be precise, the apricot branch pierced into the peach tree, and the cold needle naturally failed to hurt it in the slightest.

Could it be that spirits attract?

It's quite embarrassing, but from then on, the peach trees at the peach blossom ferry will bloom two kinds of flowers.

The gray-robed monk of that year was lying in a thin-skinned coffin, passed the first seven days in Pingjiang City, and went all the way north from the white-clothed little girl, and never came back.

The two days in Pingjiang City disappeared in the apricot blossoms and rain, and no one made up for it.