"This is the forbidden place of my Wu clan, let alone fighting here, even if you get closer, you will be severely punished, endless years have passed, the clansmen have obeyed this rule, but they didn't expect to be broken by you, and this is just right. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Wu Yuan said with a smile.

Yu Chun's eyelids rolled, feeling that he was competing for Ning Fei's magic weapon, and came here by mistake, which can be regarded as tying up the Wu clan.

"This ancestor, uh...... The old man can't tell how many generations of ancestors the old man has, after all, he is the ancestor, that's right. Wu Yuan said in amazement.

The void was turbulent, and one after another Witch Hall elders appeared, most of them were red-faced, their eyes were foggy, and many people were still carrying wine jars in their hands, and Wu Yuanzhi frowned when he saw it.

"Ah, the old man's wine...... Forehead...... This is. Wu Kui chased the elders here, stunned by what he saw.

He knew the Celestial Bell clearly, but what was the withered yellow dust under the protection of the Celestial Clock, although he didn't know, he felt a sense of déjà vu from it, a call from the blood.

Slightly stunned, he looked at the mountains and rivers under his feet, and in the distance around him, huge stone monuments were erected, even if they were far away, he could see the words on them, this was the forbidden place of the witch temple.

Wu Kui, who had not yet come back to his senses, looked at the rushing dust in a daze, forgetting his wine and the purpose of coming here.

"You guys, in order to drink, you even forgot about the things here, so that someone broke into this place, fortunately there were no major problems, otherwise you can take this responsibility?" Wu Yuan's words were sharp, but his face was gentle, and it didn't look like a reproach at all.

The elders in charge of guarding this place, you look at me, I look at you, and they all sighed heavily.

"The ancestors are going to succeed. The drunken elders urged their own strength, and they came to their senses in an instant, looking at the dust excitedly and excitedly, and even many people's faces were even redder than just now, and they almost wanted to drip blood.

"Could it be that he used a special method to resurrect him?" Yu Chun stood up and stared at the changes in that place.

The dust was still flying, as if swirling around an invisible core, and gradually, the dust grew smaller and smaller, revealing a tiny glow inside.

As if the coat of dirt had been stripped away, a subtle light emitted, and the previous dust became small spots of light, turning along an inexplicable trajectory, getting closer and closer to the core.

There, more and more points of light were concentrated, and a figure of light was born, and it grew larger and larger, and the fluctuations that belonged to life emanated from it.

The figure's face quickly became clear, it was an old face, exactly the same as the old man Yu Chun had seen before, but it was many times younger.

"Resurrection, all kinds of weirdness of Fang Cai, could it be the power from the world of death, he is on the verge of being, and unconsciously becomes a bridge between the two worlds. Yuchun whispered, although he had heard some things like the resurrection of the dead, but he had never really seen it.

Born from death, this is a violation of the avenue of heaven and earth, and it takes great strength to counteract the backlash of heaven and earth, this is still not the most difficult to survive, retrieving the true spirit from the world of death is the root of resurrection, ordinary people can't do it at all, even if he has lived for an unknown number of years, he has not received any useful resurrection method.

The resurrection like a sacrifice to the gods, borrowing the original heaven and earth strange tree, is the simplest, but just like that, it has taken an unknown number of years. From the beginning of his death, until the opening of the Demon Domain Holy Land, he truly completed his resurrection.

What kind of method did the person in front of him use to resurrect him, he didn't see the strange trees of heaven and earth like the sacrificial tree, nor did he see the heaven and earth devouring him, Yu Chun frowned, and his heart was full of expectations and longing.

At this moment, his heart only had the former friend in the Holy Courtyard, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

But no matter what, he wants to save his friend and reappear in this world like him, facing life and death together after a long absence, and facing the difficulties that monks should face together.

It seems that he is really about to see such a day, Yuchun's body trembles excitedly, and the dusty memories are like a rushing tide, reappearing in his mind in waves, like making a final goodbye, and like preparing for things. He couldn't see everything around him, he could only see the stories in his memory happening around him.

In the danger of life and death, indulging in singing, and parting gloomily, he seems to have returned to the moment when everything happened, still following his fate, continuing the pain, tragedy, and joy that will continue even if he knows the end.

When it rang, the Celestial Pole Bell shook lightly, pulling Yuchun out of his distant thoughts.

The dots of light had disappeared, and all the figures gathered in the light.

There is a bit of confusion in the clarity, constantly gathering in the light of the shadows, as if to cross the infinite time and space, and the two different worlds are truly connected at this moment.

The figure of light remained motionless, standing in the air with its eyes closed, as if welcoming a new life.

There is a vague chaos and malicious thoughts that descend here, anxious, excited, and panicked, like evil spirits struggling to grab food, each of which wants to grab food, but is afraid of being snatched by others.

The old figure condensed by the light in front of them became the only existence in their eyes, that was their ultimate goal, as long as they could get into it, they could get out of the world of death and be reborn in reality.

Although they can't be seen or heard, everyone who comes out here feels inexplicably sad for them, and compared to all the monks, these wills in the world of death are the most pitiful existences. Their desire to live is horrified even by the living.

But no matter how hard they tried, there was always an invisible barrier that separated them from reality, and around the condensed figure of light, there seemed to be an invisible law, allowing only a special will to pass through.

Yu Chun was frightened, even if he couldn't see or hear, but with the feeling of his heart, he found that many of these beings were extremely powerful in their lifetimes, and even some of them were genuine saints at all, but now they, in the infinite years and the brilliance of that world, have long forgotten themselves and struggled in that world.

"Is that the world of death, there must be endless despair that makes them desperate to live. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many living beings have died, but is it true that the final destination of death is that world? Who would have thought that the once powerful ancestors would appear in front of future generations in the future. Wu Yuan whispered, as if he was remembering, and as if he was looking for new hope.

Everyone sighed, even Yu Chun was silent, although he didn't know what that world was, but the cry from the hearts of those who existed was all warning everyone here that it was a miserable world. The saints who died have lost themselves, and what will become of them when they die.

Yu Chun suddenly understood that life has the instinct to pursue life, which may be one of the reasons.

"No matter how you look at it, it seems that the only way to stay alive is to live. Yu Chun thought of his friends in the Holy Courtyard, he didn't hope that one day, his friends would be the same as these beings, "In life and death, it seems that everything is equal, when the Sage arrives there, he is the same as mortals, maybe mortals will soon dissipate there, or the existence of will will not disappear at all." ”