Jiang Xiaobai stepped in the air, jumped out in one step, and opened his body, his body submerged in the pitch-black miasma forest.

As soon as he stepped in, the yang god was slightly strange, and a faint mania arose in his heart.

The black gas in this miasma is getting thicker and thicker.

He frowned slightly, silently mantrated, and a faint golden light flickered on the surface of the Yang God, blocking the invading black qi from the outside.

Black gas is like nectar to beasts, but to people, it is confusing.

After Jiang Xiaobai entered the misty forest, his heart and eyes scattered, and the yang god turned into nothingness, and he walked through the mountains and forests unscrupulously.

He wanted to find the thousand-year-old female corpse described in the Codex of the Heavenly Master and Taoist Priest.

One is to see zombies that have never been encountered, and the other is to kill them easily.

Since there is such a thing, if you encounter it, you can't let it go, and it's better to solve it as soon as possible.

It is recorded in the Taoist scriptures that zombies are immortal and indestructible, and resentment is born.

Low-level such as white zombie, strong strength, flesh and blood, moon essence;

The high-level is like a flying stiff, flying away from the sky, and thousands of miles away.

These are all said in the Daozang, which belongs to the most evil category in heaven and earth.

The area of the mist miasma is very large, with a radius of dozens of miles, and ordinary people are looking for it, and it is enough to choke.

But Jiang Xiaobaiyang's deification is void, he can go to the sky and escape to the earth, shuttle through the grass and trees like nothing, and have a heart and eyes around the body, which is not particularly difficult.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Xiaobai found the thousand-year-old female corpse.

Angry and resentful, dressed in gold and red, it is conspicuous.

When Jiang Xiaobai saw the appearance of the female corpse, his expression was shocked and he was greatly surprised.

The outline of this woman's face is seven or eight points similar to that of the woman in white.

Among them, it must not be a coincidence.

His heart shook, and his eyes scanned the female corpse, trying to find something in it.

But he only felt a strong resentment, and he didn't know anything else.

What's going on?

What is the relationship between the thousand-year-old female corpse and the woman in white?

He thought of the other party's missing soul and soul..........

Under the endless ink, Jiang Xiaobai stared at the golden-red female corpse a few feet away.

"Woohoo"

The golden red female corpse was standing under a tree, whining and crying.

Around her, the corpses of more than a dozen mountain apes, wild monkeys, and porcupines lay horizontally, as if they had been sucked out of the air, and they were shriveled and skinned.

The shadowy trees around it resemble monsters with fangs and claws, and their whining cries are particularly permeating in the dark silence.

When Jiang Xiaobai looked at the female corpse, the female corpse's dark and terrifying eyes also looked in the direction where his yang god was.

The corners of the white and red mouth were still covered with bewitching blood stains.

A scream pierced through the cracked stone and pierced the night.

A golden shadow swooped down somewhere in the darkness!

Between breaths, a golden light appeared, piercing the darkness with a shrill scream.

A few minutes later, a cloud of black gas rushed out from the top of the female corpse's head and penetrated into Jiang Xiaobai's eyebrows like lightning.

Quiet returned to the shadowy mountains.

The golden and red female corpse fell to the ground and turned into a puppet dressed in gold and red.

And Jiang Xiaobai's yang god is in a trance, as if he has traveled through thousands of years of surging time, and has a distant dream.

"Wow"

A certain palace compound, accompanied by a cry.

A baby girl has been born!

She is the princess of a country, a golden body, and a precious body.

The baby girl has lived in the palace compound since she was a child, and has been carefully cared for by a group of palace maids.

As the years passed, the baby girl gradually grew up and became a little girl like a ceramic doll, running around in the vermilion wall and red corridor of the palace compound all day long, chasing bees and butterflies in the back garden in the fragrance of flowers.

Behind her, there was always a group of palace maids following behind, shouting carefully, for fear that she would fall.

Year after year passed, the little girl grew up and became a slim princess of a country.

The palace held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for her, and the palace drove out of the palace with a red tent, and hundreds of people admired and praised her.

Then the people knew that this fairy-like princess was called Shui Yue, a very nice name.

That year, Princess Shuiyue worshipped the highly respected Taoist master, and when Fan Changsheng, the prime minister of the dynasty, was a teacher, she performed a worship ceremony, tied her hair and practiced, and cultivated her self.

During that time, the wars continued, the people were struggling to make a living, Princess Shuiyue was worried about the suffering of the people, and often disguised herself to go out of the palace and give alms to the people.

The people remembered her goodness, and some people chanted and prayed for her.

During that time, the people of the Cheng Han Kingdom knew that there was a beautiful and good-hearted civilian princess in the palace compound, who was deeply loved.

Until one night, there was a mutiny in the palace, and the shouts of killing pierced the night, and the blood stained the vermilion wall.

The rebels killed Princess Suiyue's side palace and made her surrender.

This daughter of a country named Li Shuiyue, but she was dressed in a plain skirt and a shawl, holding a three-foot green blade, and the rebels who were going to commit crimes were killed one by one under the sword.

Blood dripped, dripping from her sword, and the rebels were horrified to see it.

But in the end, this woman with outstanding style finally died, and the blood stained his plain skirt red, and it was as bright as the falling plum blossoms on the edge of the mountains.

History is written by the victors, the new palace issued an obituary of the world, and Princess Shuiyue fell ill and died.

On that day, the people wept in the streets.

The palace held a big funeral for Princess Shuiyue, and the people saw her off, but there was actually no one in the coffin.

..............

A certain mountainside, a large pit, two bronze coffins.

A middle-aged Taoist held a woman's body and placed it in the larger bronze coffin.

Then he placed a wooden man dressed in gold and red in another coffin.

"Yue'er, there is only so much you can do as a teacher. ”

The middle-aged Taoist sighed and flew up his sleeves.

.................

The picture abruptly cuts.

Jiang Xiaobai came to his senses in a trance.

The sky was still dark, and the shadows of the dense forest were abundant.

But he felt in a trance that decades had passed, and his expression was indescribably complicated.

In a dream for a thousand years, he witnessed the life of a princess of an ancient country like a bystander.

Born like a morning flower, dead like an arrogant plum, this ancient princess named Li Shuiyue made him sigh in his heart.

He still feels in a trance, spanning thousands of years of time and space, the two of them have such an encounter.

Jiang Xiaobai suddenly had a different color, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were shining.

The yang god is not nothing, but the outer body of a Taoist practitioner.

In the Yang God Mud Pill, a faint woman's shadow floated, as if it was about to drift away at any time and turn into nothingness.

The woman is very beautiful, and her face is the same as that of the woman in white, but she is wearing that golden and red dress, which adds a bit of luxury.

In the hazy shadow, her eyes were like a veiled stream, calm and gentle.

In the mud pill, a faint golden light flashed, and Jiang Xiaobai's consciousness appeared out of thin air.

The two looked at each other.

"Gongzi Xie helped me get free. ”

Her voice is gentle, like water, like a clear spring.

Her name is Li Shuiyue, a princess of a country thousands of years ago, and she knows that she is dead.

All kinds of sins and killings before were caused by thousands of years of resentment, but now she is sober and has a sense of relief.

"Looks like you're the main soul. ”

(It's not easy to write, it's not easy to write, please forgive me for not writing well!In addition, how about seeing the talented man who works so hard to get off work and beg for a ticket!)