The safflower is not too small, about half a foot tall with a flower stem, without a single green leaf, and a lonely flower on top of the stem.

The flower looks a bit like a chrysanthemum, with slender petals hanging upside down and curling backwards, like waves. Usually several flowers are gathered together as if they are huddled together for warmth, and they look like countless small umbrellas.

The umbrella-shaped poisonous mushrooms are gorgeous and prohibitive.

Walking a little closer, Zhong Zhen had a dizzy illusion, and his eyes were blood-red, as if there were countless unjust souls telling the endless obsession of the past.

Who are you, you are no one, living so hard, it is better to go back, it is better to sleep

"My obsession, my obsession" Zhong Zhen muttered to herself, her expression slightly dazed.

She's not a demon, she's a living person, so she seems to have an obsession in her heart.

Obsession means that the thought of attachment will not change because of life and death. When you are alive, you will be worried, and when you are dead, you will be just as worried, so there are ghosts that cannot be dispersed wandering the world.

The Sutra of Death recited by the monk Huiyan is used to eliminate the obsession of the yin souls, so that they can rest in peace and go to the place of rebirth.

A terrible cry of "Quack" came from the side of his shoulder, completely waking Zhong Zhen up from his confusion.

She jumped three feet high, immediately turned around and ran, there was definitely something wrong with these weird flowers, a big problem.

After running for a few miles, Zhong Zhen calmed down a little, and turned his head to show a rare smile to Huang Mao, who was sticking to his post on his shoulder, "Ah, Huang Mao, this time you finally made the right call at the right time." In the future, at such a time, I will scream desperately! ”

The yellow fur was a little proud, his wings fluttered twice, and a bird's beak was wide open, waiting for someone to feed him.

If you have done something useful, you have to give something to eat, and the rules are like this.

It waited for a long time, but it didn't see Zhong Zhen feeding any small fruits or crushed spirit crystals, and it was immediately very dissatisfied.

"Chirp, chirp"

Zhong Zhen was helpless, "I've been with you many times, no one has deducted your rations, the beast bag wants fruit and fruit, and you want spirit crystals and spirit crystals, what are you looking for me." ”

What you feed and what you take to eat are completely different things! The former is a reward, and the latter is that it must eat when it is hungry. Huang Mao stared at Zhong Zhen in puzzlement, everyone has done this, so loyal, don't they still want to be the master?

But Zhong Zhen, who is determined to cultivate some humanity with yellow hair, knows what it is bothering her, but ignores it.

"If you want to eat the fruit, eat it yourself, don't always pester me, it's not that you don't know how to open the beast's bag."

The bag hung around Huang Mao's neck all the time.

The Facelings had no qualms about the red flowers, and they jumped into the water to salvage the ghosts floating inside.

Zhong Zhen stared at the muddy river in the distance, and suddenly realized that there were some primordial gods in the river who looked like monks, and they also floated down the current.

It's just that these primordial gods don't seem to be conscious, snatching the yin soul with the faceless demon and desperately grabbing food. Some were ruthlessly devoured by the Faceless, while others were lucky enough to dodge, drifting in the middle of the river, feeding on the ghosts, farther and farther away.

The face that was originally a mist that could not be seen clearly gradually began to look like a faceless demon, with no expression, no emotion, only constant devouring

A chill came out of her spine, and a trace of fear suddenly appeared in her heart, and she faintly felt that something was not quite right.

This is actually a place for breeding demons, but who is feeding, is it the Holy Mother or the Frontier Ancestor?

Is there an exit at the end of the river?

Yes Or, like the Qiankun Mirror, this is the property of a monk.

Zhong Zhen reached out and touched her beating heart, in this grave-like place, she was the only living creature with Huang Mao's heartbeat. She hoped that this heart would keep beating and that she would see the light of day again.

The red flower has a mysterious and unpredictable fragrance, and the yellow hair stands on Zhong Zhen's shoulder, chirping twice from time to time, if you close your eyes, it has a bit of the meaning of birds and flowers.

In another place that was really full of birds and flowers, Dugu Pocheng's heart was beating fast, and as a thousand-year-old man, he was a little at a loss.

He was very puzzled why Zhu Ziling would bring him to this strange immortal cultivation city.

"This is an exercise in the state of mind, we climb the pressure array in the Firmament Sword Sect is a kind of exercise, it is physical, but you are too simple to be a person, I always feel that there are some hidden dangers." Zhu Ziling's face looked very calm, and he looked like a person who had come over, and shook the fan in his hand by the way.

The two of them inquired about Zhong Zhen's news while cultivating in the Firmament Sword Sect, but the real insider, Mu Qingsong, the peak master of Kuzang Peak, was always in retreat. They get almost no news.

This time, Dugu Pocheng listened to Zhu Ziling's advice and went out to practice. They temporarily left the Firmament Sword Sect and flew for nearly two months, and finally had to use a teleportation array to finally come to this Eastern Fantasy City near the East China Sea.

Because there is no city gate in the Eastern Fantasy City, it does not accept monks passing by, and can only enter the city from a few cities next to it using the teleportation array. Whether this is a gimmick or style, no one knows, anyway, since the existence of this city, it has been this rule.

Knowledgeable people understand that the Eastern Fantasy City is basically to make money from the teleportation array, and by the way, it can also maintain a mutually beneficial relationship with several other neighboring Immortal Cultivation Cities.

"So far?" Dugu Pocheng muttered.

"Well, the ones in the neighborhood that aren't too famous, I inquired, and there is a fairy here that many people praise. Because she doesn't sell her body, she is not a fairy strictly speaking, you don't need to panic, just exercise your mood. ”

The Eastern Fantasy City is very famous in Zhongtianzhou, and even many Qi Refining Cultivators have heard of it. Many poor monks who have no hope of advancing have this goal all their lives, hoping to save enough spirit stones to be able to come to this city to spend their days drinking.

This is the Pinjin Grotto, a gentle township, and a place where many ascetic monks exercise their minds. It is said that being able to accept this test is not a small improvement in mood.

The two of them got out of the legend array, and looked around, it was a very idyllic hall. There are carpets woven from animal hair on the floor, and there are many elegant-looking calligraphy and paintings, all kinds of carved furniture, and some famous flowers scattered in suitable places.

In addition, there were about thirty or forty Qi refining cultivators, entertaining the seniors who had just stepped out of the teleportation array everywhere.

Seeing Dugu Pocheng and Zhu Ziling stepping out of the formation, two little monks, a man and a woman, both smiled and stepped forward to greet them, both looking only fourteen or fifteen years old.

The little nun has a small round face, a slight flesh on her cheeks, and a pair of big eyes that flicker, looking very sweet and cute. The little male cultivator was completely different, his fair-skinned and thin body was like a willow branch fluttering in the wind, and his thin eyebrows and eyes looked delicate. But for some reason, his eyes wandered as if the eyeballs were broken.

The round-faced little nun bent her knees and blessed it, which is a ritual performed by ordinary women, and some female cultivators of the Xiuxian family are also accustomed to performing this salute, and a pair of eyes smile like a crescent moon.

She was about to speak, but the little male cultivator next to her smiled, covered his mouth, stopped in front and pinched his throat and asked, "Welcome the two seniors to Youlan City, is it the first time to come here or have you been here before?" (To be continued.) )