Du Fanglin stretched out a hand.

Su Huanzhen also stretched out a hand.

Hands clasped, memories began to circulate between the two of them along the consciousness - at the same time, it was also a kind of faint confrontation, that is, what they could see and gain from each other in the process still depended on the ability of both parties.

It is really impossible for Su to open up his self and show his memories to others. Du Fanglin remained silent, fortunately he started early, otherwise he might really lose.

Of course, this does not include "certain dramas", the part of the 3,000 episodes that are flooded like a flood are simply used as offensive weapons by the consciousness of the source, and are trying to accept them as prophetic revelations by the consciousness of the return.

In this way, in fact, it is still Su who suffers......

In the outside world, the dawn is approaching.

Huaishan Mountain.

The color of the inky pool water is more due to the absorption of light from the outside world. The "corpses" that could not sleep in the pool water were also dark and blurry along with the partially absorbed light.

A man in the dark, sleeping in the dark pool.

In Cui Luohan's eyes, it looks strange, but there is a hint of harmony. The man and the water of the pool merge into one, as if the edge of reality and dream has blurred for many years. Gradually, even the last plants that grew next to the inkwell began to lose their vitality.

Restrained and restrained.

Suddenly, there were subtle ripples in the water, not because of the wind, but from the bottom of the pool!

The deal is over, and Su really got everything he wanted, and gave a part of his past experiences and memories.

The same goes for the traverser...... At the last moment, Du Fanglin saw that the consciousness on the other side was really about to be supported by a lot of dramas, so he simply brought his own private goods, and revealed part of his background and life, "Talk about ideals and life", and when it comes to it, it must be done, come on, communicate~~

I just don't know how I feel when I am forced to accept a new story.

After all, it is not a pleasant experience, and those who receive it passively will also experience this pain of life in person. What saves people and is forced to kill the saved person halfway through; What transcends halfway to manipulating the soul of man; What is the infighting of the three religions, it is too annoying, it is better to catch it all; How did the pure child go to perversion step by step, and why did a good traveler from the other world start to let himself and the people around him lose SAN value......

Inkwell underwater.

First one finger moved, then five, then the other hand...... A true portrayal of the corpse.

The effect of the Nine Heavens Spirit Sword to dredge the bloodline has worked!

Let the blood still be able to compress the heart, so that the almost fragmented consciousness that has returned from the underworld, after entering the body, can still faintly urge the Yuan Qi to flow through the body from the fingers, and hold back the last breath that has not been spit out before death!

At night, there are occasional red glows in the starlight, like the strong soul of the traverser who refuses to die?

Cui Luohan felt something and raised her head.

The stars are swaying, and the red rays appear from the sky!

Hanging high under the stars and moon, an illusory sword shadow was suddenly revealed.

The subtle red light floating on the blade of the sword was the part that had originally fallen off from all directions; Part of it was from the northwest region, where Xuanzong sealed the feng shui forbidden place and turned into red Mars; Part of it turned into a light red breeze from the unobstructed dark passage!

The last part is a lonely tomb from the Central Plains. It is the place where Du Fanglin, who entered the Central Plains because of the magic city a few months ago, once stayed. He took out the Sword of the Spring and Autumn Human Emperor that had been buried for a long time here, and also took a little bit of "Blood Sword Fragments" from here.

- Condensation.

- Soul Return!

The blood sword, which is forged by one soul and five spirits through special techniques, is suddenly recondensed and complete under the moon of Huaishan Mountain, and the moon disk is soaked into half of the bright red. In an instant, the Nine Heavens Spirit Sword flew out from the sleeves of Cuiluo's cold clothes at this time, taking in the clouds, quickly covering up this obviously strange celestial phenomenon!

Fortunately, the subtle red rays that swept across the dark sky were not obvious, and the celestial phenomena had changed several times, making the stars and moonlight on this day look a little abnormal. After all, Huaishan Mountain is remote, and people who know the news that someone has died actually don't know where the so-called Fuyan Mountain is.

The shadow of the Blood Sword Soul was only for a moment, and it was obscured by the clouds and mist in the night sky, and then it was divided into six rays of light that were different from reality to reality, and fell into the ink pool on the top of the mountain in an instant.

The ripples of the pool water expand......

A figure leaped out of it, bringing up a rising white mist, like an unfinished dream.

At first glance, it's a black-haired Confucian.

He has an eighty percent resemblance to the Spring and Autumn Yan Master, but he is not crowned. The face that looks younger, as if he has inherited the advantages of his parents, has handsome facial features, some good-looking, and a little lingering seriousness from his dreams......

A white jade bun was tied, and the silk silk of flowing silver stars hung down on both sides, and the clothes were quite simple, a deep coat with white bamboo leaf patterns, and a gauzy ink-colored robe, with some faded blood stains; Du Fanglin, who woke up, except for a dark red jade pendant on his waist, also had no beads, and he was still as simple as a Confucian traverser back then.

The white mist cleared.

The water disappeared, leaving only a yellow mud pit in its place.

The bluebird flew in under the moonlight, gathered its wings, and rested quietly on the dry peach tree.

The seemingly young black-haired Confucian had a black dilapidated inkstone between his fingers, and with a click, the inkstone that had completed its mission was pierced by the cracks that appeared.

He didn't move his brows, he directly threw his hand back, and threw the discarded "natal artifact" into the yellow mud pit.

Then, Du Fanglin took a step forward.

The wind blew, and the fine black powder scattered from the long hair on the shoulder, and it was too long for the material to withstand the invasion of time...... Draped outside the robe, the black hair turned pale from the wind from the tail, and the pale hair is a symbol of time...... In an instant, the black hair on the head of the former eternal youth traverser was only a little bit on the bun.

Cui Luohan looked at this scene, her face expressionless, and her eyes looked coldly at the top of his head.

Du Fanglin stopped.

Oops, it's kind of embarrassing......

The bluebird flapped its wings and flew away, landing on the dead tree above Cui Luohan's head, and cooed twice in a friendly manner.

Cui Luohan stood still, the Nine Heavens Spirit Sword had already been put away, and there was still a wisp of vigorous breeze blowing up the pink sleeves.

She looked up at the person standing still in front of her, the face was really familiar and unfamiliar. And after returning to white hair, now this person makes a serious expression in embarrassment, which is ninety percent similar to the "Spring and Autumn Yan Master"!

Du Fanglin continued to move forward, walking a little slowly, as if he was still adapting to the feeling of using his legs after a long sleep. He should have a complete memory of this time, so whether it is his movements or expressions, he is returning to the style that the "Spring and Autumn Yan Master" should have little by little.

Gradually, the Confucian cultivator who came to Cuiluohan was already the one who had seriously discussed the relationship in the past two hundred years, until this person stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground in front of him.

When Cui Luohan reacted, she had already grabbed one of his arms. Du Fanglin took advantage of the situation and grabbed the wrist of the jade hand nine needles.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The traverser who obviously came alive spoke softly and politely, and Du Fanglin's sentence was no longer so serious. He paused, and then laughed directly:

"Hey, it's hard to whip the corpse~"

The traverser who has come back to life, the person who has all the memories of the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord, looks at the jade hand nine needles of the healer who should be strange but familiar to him, and no longer hides his difference from the past!

Cui Luohan's expression was silent, and he slowly pressed the hand that was pinching his wrist with his backhand, and as soon as the fingers of the other hand moved, the Nine Heavens Spirit Sword was directly unsheathed—"Hey, hey! Is it really that I slept for too long and my legs were numb...... Wait, I didn't mean to, just kidding? Let go, help~~~"

The clouds opened and the moon sank and the dawn appeared, and the blue bird couldn't bear to flapp its wings and fly away.

The dead trees of Huaishan Mountain have swords and rays swimming.

It may be that the very responsible doctor is using his best sword technique to force the patient who has just woken up to move on his own.

Thousands of miles away.

Facing the rising sun.

Qu Shitu came down from the broken mountain path of Yungu Thunder Peak, holding the Buddha's eyes wrapped in white cloth in his arms, and while recalling the confession given by Brahma on the page of the book, he raised his cuffs to wipe his tears.

“…… Su is really true, poor Su is really true, hey, hateful Spring and Autumn Yan Lord, woo woo, Su is really true......"

When I went back, I had to arrange the mourning hall to organize the funeral, but fortunately, I didn't have time to throw the previous utensils, "Woo woo, poor Su is really true, there is not even a corpse, and I have to contact Qin Fake Immortal and go to the Ten Thousand Saints Rock Valley to find someone......"

Of course, the body could not be found.

The corpse had already been spotted by the far-sighted Lianhua and thrown to the Buddha Swallowing Boy.

And the Buddha Swallowing Boy will only return to one place.

Nine Peaks Lotus.

Looking back afterwards, Su really felt that at that time, Lianhua seemed to know from the beginning that she would not "really die".

At the same moment when there was movement in the ink pool of Huaishan Mountain, the ink lotus and the fire lotus in different places in the martial arts turned into phantoms at the same time, turning into two streamers of light from the sky, one red and one black, and headed towards the land of wind and snow in the northern region.

Behind the snowstorm, inside the cave.

The Buddha swallowing boy didn't close his eyes all night, his right hand did not leave Zhu Yanjian, facing the person sitting next to the lotus pond.

Until the dawn was approaching, the light that symbolized the flames and the mysterious water came from the snow, and in an instant it sank into the body of the white lotus that should have been cold and silent, and in an instant, a trace of mysterious power radiated outward...... I can't tell if it's the light and shadow that attract the power, or the power that pulls the glimmer of life in the dark from the three thousand miscellaneous thoughts.

The vitality belongs to the fragrance of white lotus, and it also belongs to the people behind the scenes who arranged all this!

Memory exchange, someone got the secret recipe for repairing broken souls, and combined memory and sincerity in exchange for an understanding.

Memories were exchanged, and some people got a glimpse of the method of three thousand dream souls, knocking on the closed door of reality and consciousness......

The Buddha Swallowing Boy keenly heard the faint sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

The power that belongs to the dream realm is shrouded outward by Su's cold body, blurring the edge of life and death in an instant.

Zhu Yan moved, because this power also shrouded the lotus pond next to him, and the black lotus suddenly began to bloom.

The blade with demonic aura moved forward, but stopped less than an inch away from Su Zhenzhen's corpse.

Once belonging to the Xenomorphic Demon Realm, the Buddha Swallowing Boy sensed some kind of spatial change at this moment, as if a line appeared in the underworld, dividing a space that did not belong to reality on the lotus pond.

Knowledge!

The demon of the Xenomorphic Demon Realm once knew about this world in the dream realm.

Zhu Yan swept back, the wind blew through the black lotus that was blooming, and there was a trace of power that was docking with the boundary, and then suddenly, the black lotus faded and disappeared completely.

In an instant, a certain thought entered the mind of the Buddha Devouring Boy, and the demon withdrew his hand silently, as if he had never had a killing intent on anyone.

At this time, the illusory power suddenly contracted, as if someone had finally completely packed up everything in his consciousness in the underworld, and merged the two souls and three spirits into the body that was slowly breaking free from the cold underworld.

Su really came back to life.

Through the technique of the three thousand dream souls, he connected the scattered three souls with the body, made up for the defects in the exercises, and integrated the divine condensation, one person and three transformations, and two divine skills, and let the three lotus incarnations have the possibility of independent existence again!

Du Fanglin also came back to life.

——With the help of the condensation, he regained control of his body, and swallowed back the breath that was about to dissipate.

The sky is bright.

Unconscious due to a severe headache, Indigo Wind Lotus didn't know where she was or when she sat cross-legged on the ground when she opened her eyes again.

He slowly looked overhead.

One soul is independent and is derived from the practice of one person and three transformations, which can no longer be used; The smooth condensation and formation of the soul body is the characteristic of the miraculous skill of the condensation body; Keeping in touch with the main body and not losing one's mind is the result of the Three Thousand Dream Soul Technique.

Now, the method of the incarnation of the Three Lotus, which the body had tried to practice before, had already taken the first step.

The mind of this only surviving "Wind Avatar" has unbelievably smooth access to all of the ontology's memories.

It's really a "heavy" deal!

There's a lot of weight...... Three thousand episodes.