From ancient times to the present, the ghost market has always maintained a low-key tradition, with its indisputable and mysterious posture, serving the ancient gods, quietly maintaining its original appearance in the underground world, and letting the world change, self-contained, and consistent.

It wasn't until the rising kingdom of God set its sights on the underworld to expand its territory that the weak balance between light and darkness was broken, and the mystery of the ghost city was revealed to the world in the long years of confrontation.

In its heyday, the Ghost City had thirteen powerhouses that rivaled the Templar Mages, competing with the Academy City and the Seven Great Divine Kingdoms. They are infinitely close to the Holy Domain, perhaps they have already reached the Holy Domain, and as the spokesperson of the Hades King in the world, they control the trading of the ghost market, do not punish or kill, but use the means of heaven to control the situation.

These powerhouses are revered as big bosses, representing the absolute power of the ghost market, and any one of them has the ability to change the world.

Time flies, time flies.

The Demon Descendants quit Middle-earth and left for the bitter cold of the North.

The school city and the Seven Divine Kingdoms, which were powerful enough to compete with the gods, also perished.

The ghost market is still doing shady business in a low-key manner, and at the moonrise the disciples chant obscure scriptures, perhaps some of which are tributes to their opponents, or even mourning.

Losing a powerful opponent with a torch of insight and insight into all things, the ghost market has regained its veil of mystery and returned to its original appearance. In today's world, the story of the ghost market is well-known. As everyone knows, all the stories in this world are not as thick as the history carried by the ghost market.

...... Before opening his eyes, Si Mingqin really carefully recalled the incomplete history of the ancestors fighting with the ghost market, and what puzzled him the most was those big bosses.

These thirteen desperately powerful characters suddenly appeared like all kinds of miracles in the ghost market, and then suddenly disappeared.

Is it really like the wild goose crossing the cold pond without a trace?

Si Mingqin really felt that they would still leave something behind, such as inheritance.

The Divine Consciousness Convergence Consciousness Sea, which has suffered a serious loss, is in the process of warming and conditioning, and cannot be used. The spiritual source was also severely traumatized, and was in a delicate dormant state at the moment, unable to conceive a divine consciousness for the time being.

Fortunately, his thinking is very clear, and he can also think about life, which can be used to dispel boredom. But after thinking about it, the picture in his mind returned to the ghost market, and Mu Liu's figure lingered, which became his psychological shadow.

Si Mingqin really wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but found that his eyelids were also bullying him, and he couldn't hold them open. His body was so weak that he couldn't speak, couldn't move, and couldn't perceive the slightest change in the outside world.

The body is out of control and does not feel the passage of time. Imprisoned in this state, unable to sleep, awake like a dead man. He desperately wanted to open his eyes, or move his fingers, but he couldn't.

Si Mingqin couldn't bear this torment anymore, lost his mind, became manic and angry, and his emotions were completely out of control.

Because the heart is lost, the consciousness seems to be contagious, and it is not controlled.

Those things that don't want to face come to mind on their own. Some meaningless things became extraordinarily clear, and too many irrelevant passers-by came out for no reason. Then, from birth to the ghost market, all the things he has experienced in his life, what he has seen and heard, Si Mingqin really can't help but recall it over and over again, without missing anything.

Si Mingqin really fell into his memory, constantly repeating his past life, like falling into purgatory, unable to extricate himself......

I don't know how long it has been, maybe an hour, maybe a year, maybe 10,000 years.

For Si Mingqin, who can't feel the passage of time, what is the difference between an instant and 10,000 years?

"Am I already dead?"

Suddenly realizing this, Si Mingqin really slowly calmed down from despair, and then fell silent.

Only death can explain all this.

No one who is alive has ever died, and no one who has died has come back to life. Since they are all dead, why bother with opening their eyes?

Si Mingqin was really relieved and let go of his obsession.

"That's it. ”

The life in the memories came to an abrupt end, and Si Mingqin really regained her senses and began to think rationally.

Since they are all dead, why is the divine consciousness still recuperating on its own?

Is it possible to practice even if you are dead?

As if discovering a new world, Si Mingqin really turned sadness into happiness, and the most proud and joyful thing in his life was cultivation, and he couldn't fall behind as a ghost.

So, he mobilized the last few remaining wisps of divine consciousness and set up a formation in the sea of consciousness to condense his mental power.

It's still a familiar way, and everything is at hand.

After a long time, Si Mingqin really felt a slight bump.

What puzzled him was that the bump came from physical perception.

"What's the situation?, am I not dead?!"

As the divine consciousness became active and the sea of consciousness bloomed, Si Mingqin Zhen regained the grasp of the various mystical abilities that he had lost, and after a little deduction, he understood the cause and effect.

The previous uncontrollable crazy memories were actually saving themselves and staying awake at the same time, but also produced a huge number of memory fragments, which were absorbed by the divine consciousness and fed back to repair the damaged spiritual source. Compared to meditation, this method is extremely inefficient, but it is simple and crude, and it does not require deliberate guidance to achieve results.

However, this method also requires years of repeated practice to form instincts and achieve self-help when the spiritual source is damaged, the consciousness is confused, and it is impossible to meditate.

Obviously, Si Mingqin really had received this kind of training, otherwise, he would most likely have become a dementia now.

In the end, because the bumps were really uncomfortable, Si Mingqin really tried her best to open a pair of eyelids, and saw a girl dimly.

A scream frightened him so much that he immediately closed his eyes and couldn't open them again.

Over the next few days, the senses became clearer and clearer, and I could occasionally hear some voices, but I couldn't tell what was being said.

Slowly, you can sense changes in light and heat.

Naturally, he also sensed that his holy body had been desecrated, and he was stripped of his clothes many times. And every hour or two, someone opened his mouth and poured some hard-to-swallow decoction into it.

Si Mingqin couldn't help but miss Mu Liu's cooking skills, so he was in a hurry to go down the mountain, drank a bowl of fish soup and left, leaving half a pot before he had time to deal with it. I was going to accompany Mu Liu to the pharmacy to buy a section of the Fog Ridge Blood Vine and a few black lotus petals that were more than a thousand years old, and then I went back to the mountain to solve the half pot of deliciousness. I never thought that I was fooled by Muliu and went to the ghost market, and finally ended up like this.

Thinking about it, Si Mingqin really shouted in his heart: "Mu Liu, where are you? You shouldn't have sold me, right?"

Xu sensed Si Mingqin's true thoughts, and the carriage stopped.

After a few days of turbulence, Si Mingqin had confirmed that he was in a carriage, and deduced that the carriage had first carried him to the northwest for a whole day, and then turned around and drove southeast for three days and two nights.

"So, I'm out of the valley now, and I'm in the Ironhill Wasteland. If you go in this direction, you will reach the rock in five days. ”

Si Mingqin suddenly realized: "It turned out to be my grandfather's person, then, who will pick me up?"

When thinking like this, Si Mingqin really had a handsome face in his mind.

"Brother-in-law. ”