The silver light flowed in Yun Fan's dantian, and that light contained soul power and spiritual power.

That's soul power.

Yun Fan only felt a strange feeling emerge in his heart, and the energy contained in that light was an energy that he had never seen before.

But he could feel that the strange energy was more powerful than the soul power and spiritual power.

"Is this the energy generated by the fusion of soul power and spiritual power?" Yun Fan couldn't help but muttered to himself in his heart.

The light was silently suspended, like a bright moon.

Yun Fan tried to integrate his consciousness into that light, and he wanted to figure out how these two different energies fused with each other.

And when Yun Fan was concentrating on studying the soul power, Shi Weng, who was sitting opposite him, looked at his serious appearance, and couldn't help but show a gratifying smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that when I was about to run out of oil, I could still meet such a good seedling, and God you finally opened your eyes, otherwise I would really be ashamed of the trust of that senior. ”

Shi Weng muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and waited quietly for him to wake up.

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At this time, Yun Fan's consciousness had already entered the light of the Dao.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself in a wasteland, surrounded by a vast and barren wilderness.

"Where is this?" Yun Fan frowned and looked at everything around him.

Except for the howling of the wind through the wasteland, all that remained was dead silence.

There was a deathly silence, as if he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

After a long silence, he began to take a step and walk in one direction.

I don't know how long I walked, Yun Fan only knew that the wind in his ears didn't stop.

He finally saw a black dot appear in the distance.

When he got closer, he was a little surprised to find that the black spot was actually a big tree.

A towering tree that shades the sky and the sun, with lush foliage.

At this moment, in the gray sky, a roaring thunder suddenly sounded.

Before Yun Fan came back to his senses, the raindrops the size of beans were like pearls with broken threads, falling from the sky continuously.

Yun Fan subconsciously covered his head with his hands and quickly ran towards the towering tree, but he himself didn't notice at all that the rain lines did not wet his clothes, but passed through his body and fell on the wasteland.

"Whoa!"

Soon, a curtain of rain was drawn between heaven and earth.

And Yun Fan also took advantage of the heavy rain before it became a torrent, and plunged into the shade of the green trees.

Don't hide under a tree when it's thundering.

Yun Fan naturally knows this common sense that even a three-year-old child knows, but this radius of dozens of miles is empty, but there is only such a place to shelter from the rain.

Looking at the lush shade of the trees, Yun Fan muttered, it shouldn't be so unlucky.

Yun Fan stood under the big tree, looking at the pouring rain a few feet away, and couldn't help but feel a little trance, where is this?

After a long time, the rain still did not lighten, but there was a tendency to get heavier and heavier.

Yun Fan was quite helpless, is God going to cleanse the world and stage a Noah's Ark-style redemption?

But he's the only one here, and he can't even see a single bird feather.

Just when he was slandering like this, his expression couldn't help but move, and his eyes subconsciously looked in one direction in the rain curtain.

In the white rain curtain, a figure walked in his direction without knowing when.

Maybe it was because the other party was wearing coarse linen clothes, Yun Fan didn't notice it for a while, and when he found out, the latter had already walked out of the rain curtain and into the shade of the tree.

Yun Fan looked at the figure not far from him with some surprise, and his expression was a little surprised.

The person who came was a bald head, a monk to be precise.

This monk looked to be no more than twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a book on his back, and his face was so clear that people felt like a spring breeze at a glance.

This is a monk who makes people feel very comfortable.

Just when Yun Fan was thinking like this, the Mai monk shook off the wet clothes on his body and dripped water stains on the ground, as if he had never seen him.

Yun Fan stepped forward to say hello, but the latter still lowered his head and had no intention of raising his head.

Yun Fan was slightly annoyed, thinking to himself that when he saw your kind face before, why was he so rude?

After speaking again and not responding, Yun Fan went up directly and reached out to pat the monk's shoulder.

Because he was ignored by the other party, Yun Fan also had anger, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase, wanting to teach this rude monk some lessons.

It's just that something unexpected happened to him, and when his palm was about to fall on the monk's shoulder, it suddenly pierced through.

Yun Fan, who would never have thought that this would happen, stumbled directly and almost fell to the ground.

"What's going on?!" Yun Fan hurriedly stabilized his body and looked at the Mai monk with a look of ghost on his face.

Could it be that this monk is not a human being, but a ghost?

Yun Fan couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

Suspicious, he reached out again and patted the monk on the back.

Not surprisingly, his palm pierced the monk's back again and emerged from his chest.

"What a ghost. Yun Fan couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, a drop of rain fell from the lush branches and leaves above, and it happened to drop on Yun Fan's forehead.

It's just that the rain didn't stay in his forehead, but penetrated directly through his body, seeping into the dirt under his feet like thousands of his compatriots.

Yun Fan was stunned again, and then came back to his senses, looking at his hands in disbelief, and the sound from his mouth was a little overwhelmed.

"How so?!"

As if he remembered something, he rushed straight into the rain curtain outside.

Thousands of rains passed through his body, and he never stopped because of him.

Sure enough, Yun Fan stayed in the rain for a long time before slowly walking back to the shade of the tree.

He looked at the monk in front of him who was slowly placing the book under the tree, constantly recalling what had happened before.

He remembered that he seemed to have been studying the soul power in the dantian before, but when he fused his consciousness into that light, he lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, he had already appeared on the wasteland.

Is this the world within the light?

Yun Fan's brows couldn't help frowning, or was this the memory of that senior?

Is it just a touch of consciousness now?

These thoughts flashed through his mind.

Yun Fan exhaled lightly and stopped thinking about it, since the senior let him come here, there must always be a reason.

He walked slowly to the monk's side, watched as he carefully took a few scriptures from his book, and smiled with relief when he made sure they weren't wet.

This is the senior?

Yun Fan's face showed a strange look.