In the abyss, the boundless darkness permeates it, and only those who have been in the dark for a long time can vaguely see the scene in the abyss - the abyss is rocky, the grass is overgrown, and there are scattered bones on the boundless wasteland, which should be the poor animals that have fallen into the abyss over the years, but more human corpses that have been thrown down.

In the desolate atmosphere, there was a white figure, faint, vague, and somewhat transparent, like a stubborn spirit after death, or a sad soul that could not escape from this place.

He was dressed in white, standing with his hands in his hands, and his young and handsome face had a faint sadness about the past of the years, "Hey!" A lonely sigh lingered in the abyss for a long time. The sigh had clearly come out of his mouth many times, and it was full of sadness.

Time passed little by little, he had been here for nearly forty years, the cold of the abyss was nothing to him, the passage of time had no effect on him, he did not care about the endless loneliness, he did not even care about the freedom of captivity, only the doubt that made him so sad was the fainter and smaller hope.

"Isn't it time yet?" another sad exclamation.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looked at the top of the abyss, his handsome face was full of ecstasy, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter was full of relief, "Finally, it's finally here! hahaha!" Then he stepped out, and his figure came to another barren place a hundred miles away, his eyes gathered, staring closely at the sky above, his eyes were waiting for something, and he was so excited that even his heart, which had not been like an ancient well for a hundred years, was thumping.

A small dot suddenly appeared in the dark sky above, falling at a great speed, he stared at the growing dot, smiled slightly, and with a tap of his toes, his body flew upwards towards the spot. Getting closer and closer, finally, which point gradually became clear in the eyes of the white-clothed ghost - it was a young man, a bloodstained, unconscious teenager, with a delicate face with a temperament that did not match this age, and he still frowned in a state of fainting, not because of subconscious fear, but because his body was suffering great pain.

That point was naturally Su Lingyun who was knocked down into the abyss.

The white-clothed ghost caught Su Lingyun, looked at the seriously injured young man in his hand, and smiled with satisfaction: "Such perseverance, not bad!" He hadn't had such an evaluation of anyone for many years, thinking that back then, the last young man who was evaluated like this by him was now a giant, and what kind of great achievements Su Lingyun would achieve, from the moment Su Lingyun fell into the abyss, he was still decided by the white-clothed ghost.

The comatose young man was holding something in his hand, which made the white-clothed ghost feel strange, and broke the young man's hand, and his palm was a small token, which was pitch black all over, and there were strange lines on it, which seemed to be a word or a word, and a charm or a match, but the white-clothed ghost was shocked in his heart.

"Is this the perfect grade of Netherworld Order, worthy of being the best successor that the master has been waiting for for a hundred years!" was shocked with a faint loneliness in his tone.

"Master, I have finally fulfilled your last wish, please rest assured, I will definitely protect him. The white-clothed ghost looked into the distance and said with sadness, tears in his eyes.

The abyss was extremely cold, which made the situation of Su Lingyun, who was seriously injured and unconscious, even slow down his breathing.

The white-clothed ghost smiled faintly, looked at Su Lingyun, and said softly: "Don't worry, with me, you won't die, the shame you have suffered, you have to get it back yourself!" I don't know if Su Lingyun heard it, and his breathing became a little stronger in an instant, which made the white ghost's smile even stronger.

Immediately, as soon as he turned his right hand, a pill appeared in the palm of his hand, the size of the pill dragon's eye, the whole body was round and white, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, this is the best three-grade pill, the soul returns to the pill, it is used on the seriously injured people with a low realm, the effect is excellent, and there is not much medicinal power to attack people's internal organs, it is a healing medicine for the seriously injured Su Lingyun.

It's not that he doesn't have high-grade pills, he has these things outside his body, but he didn't take them out for Su Lingyun because Su Lingyun can't bear the medicinal power in the high-grade pills at all, if he eats them in this realm, he will definitely explode and die.

As soon as the pill was ingested, Su Lingyun's face began to flush, and a fine sweat appeared on his forehead, but his body temperature was still a little low, so the white-clothed ghost waved his hand, and countless soft and dry dead grass flew in from all directions, gathering in front of him, and finally forming a pile of grass, which looked warm and clean.

Using soul power to collect withered grass, although it is a very simple skill, but the withered grass in the abyss is dotted everywhere, all over the world, if you want to collect such a huge amount, you must push the soul power to a radius of at least a hundred miles, but such a huge consumption does not seem to be anything to the white-clothed ghost, you can imagine how terrifying his power is.

Placing Su Lingyun horizontally on the grass, the white-clothed ghost meditated beside him, waiting for Su Lingyun to wake up.

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With the passage of time, Su Lingyun's injuries began to slowly improve, his slightly collapsed chest also recovered as before, the scars on his legs also condensed and blood scabs, his breathing slowly stabilized, and the last trace of pain on his face disappeared.

After a long time, Su Lingyun, who had been in a coma for a long time, had some consciousness like this, and slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was not the imaginary severe pain, but the darkness that he couldn't see his fingers.

"Ah, am I already dead, is this the underworld?" Su Lingyun said vaguely.

"Hehe, this is not the underworld!" the white-clothed ghost on the side playfully returned.

"Ahh

"I really don't have the guts!" The white-clothed ghost flipped his right hand, and a fist-sized night pearl appeared in his hand out of thin air, throwing the night pearl upward, and the bead actually suspended above the two of them, emitting a soft light, illuminating the surroundings, isolating the barren atmosphere and the dark environment, so that the face of the white-clothed ghost was revealed to Su Lingyun.

Junxiu's face was angular, with endless tolerance in his eyes, and he smiled slightly, looking at Su Lingyun like this, such a gaze is simply a big killer for a girl, even a boy will feel ashamed, but at this moment, Su Lingyun feels creepy.

"Ghost, ghost!" Su Lingyun's face was full of horror, and his voice trembled and repeated.

"I'm not a ghost, I'm a ghost!" the white-clothed ghost patiently explained, but Su Lingyun kept trembling, he had never been afraid of a powerful demon wolf before, but in the face of the white-clothed young man in the ghost state, he was uselessly afraid, maybe not because it was useless, but because the original concept was crushed, so he would tremble! After all, in the Xuanwu Continent, people generally believe that people die and their souls are scattered, unless the strength reaches the sky, it is impossible for the soul to exist alone from the body, like the young man in white who still maintains the state of the soul, there may be only one kind - the soul does not disperse.

Since it is a ghost, it is a ghost, so Su Lingyun is very scared, so scared that he trembles.