Qu Shan had a long dream, in which he died, his soul wandered in the void, and after a long time, he came to a place of déjà vu, and then a white-bearded Taoist faced him with a murderous face and said, "You are dead!"

Qu Shan woke up and found that he had no body, only a soul wandering, extremely weak.

"If it weren't for the True Circle Scroll that could contain the Divine Soul, you would have died by now!" said the True Circle Daoist.

So, the song list remembered everything before.

His conversation with the god of the wind, he found out that when he entered the secret realm of Xuelian Mountain, he caused him to be separated from Pei Xiao's second daughter, he walked out of the fortress, and took the enemy's head among thousands of demons, he fell into the enemy's plot, and shot the leader of the demons - Demon Loving Tianzun!

Then, he died, and the gods of the wind had no regrets.

"Isn't this still here with the seniors, it's not a complete ......death," Qu Shan said with a smile.

"You bastard, the old man helped you kill the demons, but you got in and lived with the old man, when will our agreement be realized......" Zhenhuan Dao snorted.

"Seniors rest assured, the boy promised his seniors, and he will do what he says. Qu Shan replied nonchalantly.

"Hmph, hum, the Zhenhuan picture scroll is made by the old man's life's work, and the power is no less than that of the gods' artifact, it's easy to get in, but it's difficult to get out...... And the way you are now, just a gust of wind can blow your soul away...... What else can you do, you bastard...... Ahhh

Qu Shan shook his head, ignoring the old man who was a little mentally disturbed because he had been trapped for too long, and checked his condition by himself.

Weak, as the true Huandao people said, his current state is not the "out-of-body soul" of the soul leaving the body, but the mysterious connection between the soul and the body, which has been cut off by the Demon Loving Tianzun with a blow, and he is now a lonely ghost with no fixed place, as long as a gust of wind can blow him to ashes.

The "Bitter ......" song list really paid attention to it, and tried many spells, but after a round, most of them could not be used, and only a few spells related to the divine soul could be used.

"In this way, my strength is ten percent gone, ninety percent, how can I survive?" Qu Shan sat down in a gloomy manner.

After a long time, he stood up again: "No, I have to think of a way to go out and resume my original cultivation, is it really a companion with this strange old man in it......?

Qu Shan walked in front of Zhenhuan Daoren, and the old man was still sulking angrily, ignoring him.

"Zhenhuan senior, how can I be restored to my appearance?" Qu Dantian asked with a face.

"There is no way, the old man has been trapped in the scroll for tens of thousands of years, and he can't get out, your soul strength at this time is not even one-tenth of mine, how can you get out of here? ”

"Senior, you have great powers, can't you think of ideas......

The true Taoist looked up at the sky and kept his mouth shut.

Qu Dan glared at him hatefully, knowing that he couldn't get an answer if he asked again, so he had to step aside alone and calm down to cultivate, although Yu Xiuwei was not of much use, at least he could calm his mind.

It didn't take long for Qu Shan to hold back again, and he went to ask the Zhenhuan Daoist again, but the old Dao was still angry and still ignored him.

Repeatedly, when Qu Shan went to ask the seventh time, Zhenhuan Daoist said murderously: "You want to go out to find death so much, the old man will not stop you, there is a road in front of you, it depends on whether you dare to go!"

As long as there is a road, there is nothing to dare to go!

"The old man opens a passage for you, you can get out of the real world, but the outside world is full of various elements of spiritual power, the wind is constant, your soul is extremely fragile, and the connection between your body and your soul is also cut off, after you get out, you have only one way to go......"

"Which way?"

Zhenhuan Daoist glanced at him and said slowly: "Do you remember that magical valley in the secret realm? That valley was originally transformed by a chaos magic weapon, and the golden dragon, young phoenix, unicorn, and Qingluan was conceived for that treasure, which can not only give birth to the supreme divine beast of heaven and earth, but also nourish your divine soul, but if you want to completely get rid of your current state and return to your previous appearance, you must break through the sevenfold cultivation and reach the level of physical liberation, so that you can exist between heaven and earth as a primordial god, and no longer be shackled by the physical body......"

The song list listened carefully to the words of the Taoist, and not a single detail was missed.

The Zhenhuan Daoist explained what the song list needed to do from beginning to end, and stood up and said: "You can think about it clearly, after you go out, you are still before the fortress when you left, how to pass through the secret realm of Xuelian Mountain and reach that valley depends on your own perseverance, there is no magic weapon, no magic power, no one can help you......"

Qu Shan nodded heavily: "Send me out." ”

Zhenhuan was silent for a long time, and suddenly scolded: "You bastard, if you die in the middle of the road, so that the old man can't get out for the rest of your life, I will let you die and live in peace!"

Qu Shan sweated profusely, even with a smile on his face, Lao Dao was angry and held back a murderous aura, and with a slash in the air, a crack suddenly opened in front of him, and the majestic fortress on the edge of the secret realm entered Qu Dan's sight through the gap.

After settling down, he walked out of the crack, a cold wind blew, and Qu Dan shivered, it was so cold!

He felt a little strange, his body was so light, he had never been able to stand in the sky so easily for a moment, without consuming spiritual power, without resisting gravity, as if he was born to stand here, the wind around him was cold, blowing him shivering, and his body was cold, as if he was going to be annihilated at any time.

Looking around, below, hundreds of demons are in full swing attacking the city, arrows are pouring on the fortress, shouts cover all sounds, people are like walking ants, back and forth, busy......

"Go to the north!" Qu Shan retracted his gaze and turned to the secret realm of Xuelian Mountain.

He had no weight, and floated out of the fortress lightly, floating past the demon army that was attacking fiercely under his feet, and the big demons and demons who floated behind the row of superintendents, drifting into the distance.

Inside and outside the fortress, only the god of the wind suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the north suspiciously, as if he had found something.

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

One day and one night, the song list was a little unable to open his eyes.

He had never experienced such a difficult day, the cold wind swept through his body all the time, like a steel knife scraping bones, every inch of his body was always enduring torment, and the pain entered his soul, if he had a body, he would have convulsed and collapsed on the side of the road, or fainted, but he didn't, he was just a wisp of Yuan Shen floating now, without the protection of the body, very weak, every step forward, it was as difficult as climbing over a mountain.

But he knew that he could not stop, that he had no place to stay, and that the slightest slackness would immediately be gone, so he could only go forward and go forward without hesitation, until he reached the strange valley.

It was dark and bright, and it was dark and dark.

Qu Dan's consciousness was blurred for a while, as far as his eyes could see, the scenery was no longer clear, but it was white, his thinking almost stopped running, and only the last obsession remained, moving forward......

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

Snow mountain secret, valley oasis.

The golden dragon is playing with water, the phoenix is playing with fire, the unicorn is walking, and Qingluan is combing his hair.

The days are leisurely and self-satisfied, perhaps because of the magic weapon that gave birth to them, this place has not been discovered by the demon army, and there have never been little monsters to disturb it, this place is like a paradise, away from the worldly strife and hustle, peaceful and peaceful.

Qin Luohai looked at the sky with empty eyes, too much time had passed, he had long been desperate, and he no longer had illusions about walking out of the valley in this life, so he gave up on himself, lived in decadence, didn't think about anything, didn't care about anything.

Like Sheng, she was watching the sky, watching a butterfly flying overhead, fluttering colorful wings, flying from one flower to another, the antennae above her head trembling slightly, as if telling something to the flower.

Rusheng could see the gods, as if she understood the words of the butterfly, and laughed quietly, there was no delusion of fighting and strife, she was quiet and had a different kind of beauty. Her eyes are always full of surprise, which is joy for life and the existence of nature.

She already has a deep understanding of the true meaning of life.

Suddenly, a chill drifted by, and Rusheng shivered involuntarily.

Looking along the senses, a cloud of mist surrounded by cold air near the left was floating ownerlessly, it was bone-chilling, countless times colder than the ice and snow outside the valley, appearing in this valley, it was simply an outlier.

Rusheng felt it quietly for a moment, and surprise appeared on her beautiful face, she felt that there was still life in this mist, a fragile life that was dying and would disappear with her last breath.

She stepped forward gently, holding up the mist with both hands, and quietly experienced, for a long time, she felt an obsession, an obsession that would never give up, and for a long time, she had a sense of déjà vu, as if this fragile life had seen her.

She gently closed the mist in her hand and injected spiritual power, but this did not work, the cold was still there, life was still fragile, and it was as if it was going to pass away at any time.

Rusheng was distressed, and gently held the mist to the largest and most colorful flower in the valley, where there was the most brilliant life in the entire valley except for the four divine beasts.

The mist seemed to feel the changes in the outside world, and slowly moved, he seemed to have his own consciousness, looking left and right, and for a long time, he sank into the ground little by little along the stems and leaves of the flowers, and disappeared.

Rusheng covered her mouth in surprise, she saw an incredible, unknown form of life that had never been seen before, and did an incredible thing in front of her eyes.

She wanted to keep searching, but the creature had already sunk into the soil and was hard to be found.