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Ancestral land.

"It's past noon."

By the stream, Zhang opened his eyes, and when he saw Zheng Hu and the others still meditating on his knees, he couldn't help but have the idea of finding out.

The strangeness of the village, the dim sun.

Wu Tu's silence and Gengjin's impatience made him more and more curious about the scene after Zu Dizi.

"I'll check it out tonight."

He got up, and after seeing that Zheng Hu and the others had no different colors, he quietly walked out of the dojo for 100 meters.

"It's wonderful."

There was no moonlight in the sky, and after Zhang walked into the edge of the village, the clouds and mist rolled, and the fog seemed to be thicker.

He stood out of the fog.

"I'll take a look first."

Curious, but vigilant.

While thinking in his heart, Zhang ran his aura, a light flashed in his eyes, and after looking at the village one step away, he was puzzled.

"My cultivation has made it impossible to even explore the scene beyond the distance."

The dense fog in front of me was like some kind of barrier.

Thick, tumbling room, covering everything in the village.

"But you can pass through without any obstacles."

Zhang was curious, and stretched out his palm, easily passing through the dense fog, but he didn't notice any feeling or discomfort.

"Go see?"

He turned around, and when he saw that Zheng Hu and the others did not react, he stepped in.

The clouds and fog dissipated in the sky.

Under the moonlight.

As soon as I stepped in, the fog broke through in front of me.

"What is this?"

Zhang was stunned, after discovering the child, the village seemed to have become another world.

The ancestral land, which has been empty, is now bustling with activity.

In front of the village, pedestrians come and go.

Under the eaves of the house, pawn vendors.

On the streets, frolicking spirits.

They wandered and talked, as if they had never found Zhang, and wandered around the village as carefree as ever.

"It's hard to do that." Zhang was stunned and stared at the strange scene in front of him in a daze.

"They... Is it a ghost cultivator in the wilderness? ”

Zhang muttered, thinking back to the Dragon Palace, outside Penglai Island.

When he was ordered to invite Zuo Ci and the others, he picked up a worn tortoise shell in the depths of the sea on the way...

Flood famine.. It's cloudy at noon..

No Ghost Saints.. The ground gate will open.. There are many ghosts in the underworld, and there are many ghosts in the yang... Wanton killing..

"So it's the Netherlands?"

Chapter guessed, curious, just about to get close to the illusory figure in the village.

"Zhang Daoyou is slow."

As the voice sounded, Zhang Dun walked, the soil in front of him fluctuated like water, and the figure of Wu Tu appeared in front of him.

"Zhang Daoyou."

Wu Tu opened his mouth, looked at Zhang Hou, who was puzzled because of his obstruction, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, and explained in a low voice: "The living person is yang, and the ghost cultivation is yin, and our cultivation is profound, and it is easy to hurt his life, so I hope that Zhang Daoyou will stay."

When the words fell, Wu Tu smiled and looked at the chapter that was lost in thought.

The Great Dao is a god, the cultivation is profound, and every move contains magical spells, and most of them are yang.

However, ghost cultivators are yin, and after they are infected by yang energy, they will not only damage their own Taoism, but even worse, they will be scattered and destroyed.

"And the ghost cultivates, and he is also afraid of the scorching sun."

Just then, a voice came.

Although the sound is light, it is like a clash of gold and iron.

Zhang turned around and saw Gengjin coming from outside the fog.

"Under the scorching sun, there is no soul of the dead."

Gengjin whispered, looking at Zhang Dao, who seemed to understand or not: "So the ancestral land has been in the dim sunlight for many years."

Four years ago.

After Chen Peng broke through the realm of demi-saints.

"Soul?"

In the dim sunlight of the day, when Chen Peng was sitting by the stream, he found a wisp of ghost.

At that time, the aura in the village was far superior to that of the world.

The souls of those who have died outside the village can be born from the aura of this place, and they can not be dispersed for a long time.

"But in seven days at most, the heavens and the earth will be dissolved.."

Chen Peng showed sorrow and looked at the soul in his palm.

I saw that it had fallen apart a little, and its blurred face showed a look of pain, as if it wanted to be relieved.

"The soul comes from vain without cause and effect. Heaven and all beings are reincarnated.."

Chen Peng sighed and looked at the scorching sun among the clouds.

"This seat will open up a realm for you."

There is a longing in my heart.

The fog rose in the village, and the aura turned into clouds, blocking the big day...

"This is the origin of the fog in the ancestral land."

Like a leopard, like a crocodile.

In the distance, a strange beast turned into a pale-faced man and appeared in front of everyone.

"Huh."

He spoke, and after a ghostly word flashed on his forehead, he looked at Zhang and smiled: "I am the first wisp of ghost that Dao Ancestor ignited."

Secluded, one of the avenues.

For the lord of the dead, he holds the underworld and sets up reincarnation.

"You.." Zhang muttered, looking at the figure of Liangdao in the village.

"Hurry up, don't delay the hour." One was holding a chain.

"I said Brother Wolf, according to the Yang World, your strength is also acceptable." One looked at the wolf queen behind him, shook his head and said, "Tell me, who killed you?"

After the wolf king heard what the two said, he bowed his head and remained silent.

"I guess I offended someone who shouldn't have offended.." After remembering something from before, he whispered in a low voice.

"It should be.." When the other person heard this, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but think back to the scene before he died.

Boat, Boy, Treasure Hunt, Dragon King, Behemoth...

"It's better to be in the underworld."

In retrospect, this person shook his head, looked at the trapping suit on his body, and warned his companion: "Brother Wang, Lord You has pity on us, and now give us an errand, we can't be greedy."

"Don't worry." Brother Wang smiled back, his eyes were clear, and there was no greed anymore.

"All the dead come to the netherworld,"

Zhang retracted his gaze, looked at Wang Bu and He Er, who had been killed by him, and disappeared in front of a wooden house.

"What Zhang Daoyou said is exactly what the soul of the deceased is reincarnated, and the Dao Ancestors are all given to you to take charge."

The voice was ethereal, and when the figure of a woman with a child appeared, she smiled at Zheng Hu, who came here at some point, and said gently: "The matter is over?"

"Closed."

Zheng Hu nodded, and after looking at the illusory child figure beside the woman, he said with a kind and sad look on his face: "Do you still blame your father?"

Children don't say anything.

Five years ago, the mountains and forests, the generals, sacrificed their lives to save each other, and their beloved son died in the mouth of the wolf.

In one day, the woods, the wolf king, and Huang Zhong sent each other, regardless of the critical illness of his beloved son at home.

Scenes appeared in front of Zheng Hu's eyes, like cause and effect in the dark.

"The matter between Commander Zheng and Huang Zhong is so similar."

Nanhua walked out of the fog and looked at Zheng Hu's family of four.

In this day, through the scene in the stream and the story of Zheng Hu after his return, he has learned about Zheng Hu's past.

"All are loyal and righteous people."

Nanhua muttered, and after looking at the woman and the child again at this time, her heart suddenly opened, and all the mysteries in the village had been opened.

"Commander Zheng and the others just suppressed me, but she gave me an ethereal, unpredictable qi at that time, it turned out that after she had a doll with Commander Zheng, Daozu was given the magical power of yin and yang..."

The woman loves her son very much, and Chen Peng gave her the magical power of yin and yang three years ago, so that she can reunite with her beloved son.

It's just that three years ago, Chen Pengxiu was not a saint, and he couldn't go back and forth, so he could only follow the bones and condense his soul, but he couldn't resurrect the child, so he could only make a decision.

"But it's not necessary now."

Outside the ancestral land, Chen Peng in the stone house, after looking at the four members of Zheng Hu's family hugging each other and crying, he smiled, and a catkins in his hand floated away.

When Nanhua came, there was no one in the village, because all the villages were inhabited by ghost cultivators.

The clouds gather in the sky and the spiritual dew, Nanhua drinks the spring, and does not realize that there are people in the house, and the ghost cultivates invisible.

The woman never left the house, and gave her chance, because her cultivation was still low at that time, and she was afraid of the scorching sun.

And the fate she said gave a wooden cup, because the doll was her young son, and she found breath.

The doll clung to the wooden cup and was reluctant to throw it away, because it was her mother's belongings, and she would not abandon it all.