Time flies, and outside a small city in the Northern Wilderness, a cold corpse falls quietly on the desolate land.

It stands to reason that there is nothing strange about the appearance of such a corpse in the Northern Wilderness, after all, the Northern Wilderness is a place of human and barbarian war, and corpses can be said to be the most common thing.

Even the people of the Northern Wilderness, especially those who have experienced war, will feel that it is extremely common for corpses to be strewn all over the wilderness, and it is normal for a corpse to fall in the wilderness, whether it is starved to death or killed.

But this corpse was different, it was the corpse of a young man, his face was pale, and there was not a whole piece of flesh and blood on his body, as if he had been abandoned here after being bitten by a beast, and had been dead for a long time.

But what is surprising is that the rest of the young man's body is extremely well preserved, except for the original wound on the corpse, there are no other wounds, neither rotting in the scorching sun, nor pecking at hungry crows, and the parasitism of rotting insects, which is very miraculous.

The corpse was surrounded by a gust of wind and the smell of the dead everywhere, like a passage to the underworld.

Contrary to the gloomy environment, the young man's corpse itself did not have a trace of life, and even continued to rise in his body, which was an extremely abnormal event, the dead body was not dead, but there was still life constantly steaming.

Time passed, the sun rose and sunset, and the cycle continued, and strangely enough, the corpse remained in place, and no beast took the corpse away for days.

A small pit even gradually appeared around the corpse, which seemed to be pressed out by the corpse, and there was even a water source in the pit, and the water source was clear, like the first water source in heaven and earth, with the breath of life.

The surrounding land was like a pilgrimage, and streams of leyline qi poured towards the water source, and the corpses in the water source continued to fade from the old rotten flesh in this water source, and gradually gave birth to new flesh and blood.

With the replacement of flesh and blood, the vitality on the corpse gradually increased, gradually overpowering the dead qi next to the corpse, like a child of creation.

In such a situation, I don't know how much time has passed, and the dead air around the water source has almost dissipated, and it is no longer as cloudy and windy as before.

The corpse in the water, or the boy, miraculously came to consciousness, which means that the boy is no longer a corpse, but has come to life.

But the boy never woke up, and the surrounding leyline qi had already stopped surging, leaving only the water source to wrap the boy's body, gradually devouring and transforming the only remaining dead qi around the boy's body, constantly nourishing the boy.

Finally, months passed,

"Nine spirits, nine spirits. ”

In the midst of two exclamations, the boy sat up from the pit, and the water source around him had dissipated, leaving only a deep pit.

The young man looked at the scene around him, he remembered that his name was Ye Qing, his parents were killed in the war, and only he was left to flee here with his sister, it stands to reason that he should have died, and he died after entrusting his sister to a fairy in Tsing Yi, he was unconscious, and he couldn't even say goodbye to his sister.

But now that he is not dead, Ye Qing pinched his face, looked at his naked and intact body again, and still felt that it was not real enough, so he slapped himself hard.

"Smack. ”

With a crisp slap, Ye Qing finally realized the fact that he was alive.

"I'm alive,"

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, stood up in a panic, and looked around, but there was only endless yellow sand and the city in the distance.

"Nine Spirits, Nine Spirits,"

Ye Qing shouted, Ye Qing remembered that before he died, he watched the fairy take his sister away from here, they should have already left.

But Ye Qing still had a trace of fantasy, maybe that fairy had great magical powers and saved herself, she and her sister still stayed around here, Ye Qing shouted loudly, but there was no response from the surroundings.

After shouting for a long time, Ye Qing finally gave up, he understood that his sister had left, so he didn't waste any more energy, he sat down, thinking about the future.

Before he died, he watched the fairy hit a deep pit with one palm, that fairy should be a cultivator, as long as he can go in the direction of cultivation, he will be able to find his sister one day, Ye Qing subconsciously comforted himself.

It's a pity that he had heard the old man in the village say before that the cultivator is so powerful, flying to the sky and the earth can do everything, he is just a mortal, how can he go to the Tao?

Immortals are separated, and there is an insurmountable gap between him and the monks.

Ye Qing was in distress, although he was precocious, he was only a seven or eight-year-old child, and the loss of his goal made him a little at a loss.

After a while, Ye Qing stood up, distressed that he couldn't solve anything, the top priority was to leave the Great Wilderness, find the people first and then think about the future, and stay in the Great Wilderness all the time, not to mention learning to find his sister, it was extremely difficult to save his life.

"Jiuling, my brother will definitely find you!"

Ye Qing said firmly, walking towards the city in the distance, moving forward slowly, with his departure, this place seemed to be lifeless, and the yellow sand was flying, covering up the footsteps left by the young man.

Not long after Ye Qing left, a figure suddenly appeared in this place.

This is an old man, with gray hair, his eyes are scattered, wearing a Taoist robe, a group of fairy wind and bones, the Taoist bent down and picked up a pinch of yellow sand in the pit where the seven spirits were lying before, and observed carefully, the sloppy eyes revealed a trace of firmness,

"It is indeed a place where the dead are alive, but what is it that is still alive?"

The Daoist pinched the Dao Seal in his hand, and the Dao Seal kept changing, and with the change of the Dao Seal, Ye Qing's back began to emerge,

"Man!

The Daoist was surprised, the Dao seal on his hand continued to change, and Ye Qing's back was getting closer and closer to the puddle, and he retreated towards the pit step by step, but he never showed his face.

"Is it so mysterious? I can't go back. ”

The Taoist frowned, a little helpless, but he did not stop deducing, as the Daoist's deduction intensified, thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and the Taoist continued to deduce regardless of it.

"Boom", a blood-colored divine thunder hit the Taoist body,

"Wow"

The Taoist coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead, but his hands did not stop,

"Thief God, don't you want to see the inheritance of our lineage? ”

The Taoist continued to deduce, and as he deduced, the figure of the Seven Spirits got closer and closer, and he was already almost standing in front of the pit.

The blood-colored divine thunder also became more and more violent, and the thunder roared, constantly attacking the Daoists, and the entire pit was already covered with thunder, like a thunder pool.

Finally, the side face of the Seven Spirits appeared in front of the Daoist's eyes, and the Daoist couldn't withstand the bombardment of the blood-colored divine thunder.

"Bang", the old man fell, and the previous scene disappeared completely, leaving only the Taoist alone in the thunder pit.

"Haha, thief God, it's the old man who won, although it's just a glance, but the old man will definitely be able to find it, hahahaha"

The Taoist laughed, completely ignoring the injuries on his body, but the thunderclouds in the air did not disperse, although no longer raining divine thunder, but always gathered above the Taoist head, the gloomy atmosphere seemed extremely depressing, those thunderclouds seemed to have thoughts, as if they were hesitating.

"Thief God, go away, it's the old man who wins, you can't stop it. ”

The old man yelled at the sky, and the thunderclouds gradually dispersed with the old man's words.

The thunderclouds dispersed, and only the Taoist was left here, sitting cross-legged, and a transparent aura appeared on his body, hovering beside the Taoist.

Layers of hazy halos shrouded the Taoist, the Taoist was like an immortal, his temperament was dusty, and the scars left by the previous thundercloud injuries gradually disappeared. After a short time, it was all gone, and the old man slowly stood up and looked at the city in the distance.

"The dead pole is still alive, the real dead pole is still alive, and I finally found it, hahaha. ”

The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, his laughter today was even louder than his laughter in the past thousand years, you can imagine the joy in people's hearts at this time. The Taoist rose up, stepped on a tender branch under his feet, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was no trace of people in this land, only three deep pits remained.