Chapter Forty-Eight is another road

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I saw the sunlight shining through the branches.

Yin Huai didn't look back at the spot of light, but he also knew that Xia He was referring to the one that brought him back to life, to be precise, he was still "dead" at this time, that kind of power.

He sees it as another way of cultivating, different from the practitioner and the path, but it is still a method of practice after all.

That was the only legacy he had brought with him from the other world.

And the half of the gray paper he kept on his chest.

"Although I don't know which secret place this is the secret method, and I don't know where you got this magical method......

"This is my family. Yin Huai interrupted Xia He's words a little coldly, Xia He was a little stunned, but quickly continued.

"Well, this method of your family seems to be ordinary, but maybe those cultivators can really do it, but the important thing is that no matter how powerful those powers are, they still practice those few lines of cultivation, and the power they have still comes from themselves, or from the human side. ”

"And the power that resurrects me is the dark side of man, that is, the power of demons. ”

"I'm such a ghost now, and I have the same power, different from the power of yang when I practiced, and this power is very peaceful, or dead. ”

Xia He's eyes suddenly flashed with a gray light, looking bewitching and deadly.

Xia He is a genius, even if he is a ghost cultivator, he is also a genius.

Genius is so good that even if he dies and cultivates ghosts, he is still favored by this land.

The power of the silence of the dead soul of the living creature flowed into his body every moment, and he could see the death that was happening in his surroundings at every moment.

However, the power of these tonics that was supposed to belong to him, although strange, still brought him some changes that he did not want.

It was as if he was disappearing, not visually physically, but in the real sense of the word, a pure feeling.

Although apart from himself, only Yin Huai could see him.

In a sense, he would have disappeared long ago.

It's just that his disappearance now is a kind of ostracized disappearance.

He felt that the power was getting stronger and stronger, and the power that was powerful but had been condensed in his body could not be used by himself.

Not only that, but he seemed to be repelled by everything around him.

The sunlight fell on him, and he could still feel a little temperature at first, but in the gray light just now, the warmth was no longer felt, the sunlight passed through his body, and nothing was left, not even the temperature.

There are also flowers, and birdsong, and sight, and feeling.

Although he was now sitting on the roof of the carriage, he could not see the old horse's bony body clearly, and he could not hear the sound of the horse's whip falling on the horse's back.

All he could see was a faint brown mass, and all he could hear was a slight whisper.

Xia He is losing the feeling he once had, in exchange for the power that he can't control.

Fortunately, although I have lost some of my feelings, my brain has always been very good, otherwise I would not be able to tell the truth of the path of cultivation.

Yin Huai drove the carriage silently, unhurriedly, and immediately followed the pace of the foal.

There was silence all the time.

It was still Xia He who broke the silence, he said it with a smile, but what he said was a cold question.

"I don't think I'm going to die again, am I?"

Xia He's smile was very sunny, because the sunlight had already fallen on the horse's back through his face.

It's just that the words are a little cold and a little bleak.

I've already died once, and you saved me.

Then I wouldn't have died.

Some of these words are like patients who are in a hurry to go to the doctor, expecting to hear a reassuring answer from the doctor's mouth.

Xia He was not sick, but he still hoped to hear the answer he wanted from Yin Huai's mouth.

Yin Huai didn't nod or speak, because Xia He couldn't see his nod or hear him anymore, he had been silent, the gray paper on his chest was cold, and he was also silent.

Finally, Yin Huai was no longer silent and spoke.

It's not about life and death, it's about practice.

Yin Huai said to himself, not caring if Xia He, who had almost lost his hearing, could hear it, maybe the sound of the Great Dao of the dead world could also make him remember where the path he was really walking should be.

There was silence on that road, countless ghosts floating on that road, and there was also light at the end of that road.

The light was shining, and a ghost who could not see the light walked carefully but quickly on that road.

He used to run fast on another road.

"Ghost Protector, Xiuya. ”

"Cultivating oneself as a ghost, and depressing oneself as a soul, this is cultivation. The so-called one who rises from the dead. ”

"There is nothing in the world, and the place where the extreme life is accompanied by death, so the ghost cultivator is only a lonely ghost after all. ”

"Only a ghost cultivator can live from death, this is the extreme. ”

It was written on that gray page, and it was what he remembered since he was a child.

"There are five realms for ghost cultivators, one is called migration, the second is called Bulu, the third is called pawn, the fourth is called Xue, and the fifth is called collapse......"

"Those who practice ghosts turn from the virtual to the real, from death to rebirth, this is called the way of death......"

"Those of the Five Realms can cook meat and be reborn......"

"There is a saying that life and death depend on each other, and the way of life and death also depends on each other......"

"The body of death is a cultivator, and the method of cultivating ghosts and living is ......"

"Ghost cultivators, cultivate the past, cultivate memories, cultivate the past life, use the spirit to the afterlife, repair the predecessor, and use the spirit to live this ......life."

Yin Huai's voice became smaller and smaller, so small that it disappeared into a patch of emerald green.

Only a line of horseshoe prints was left heading south.

Xia He didn't know if he heard it, he just smiled happily, as if he had forgotten that he had lost his feelings, seemed to have forgotten his hatred, and he smiled like an innocent child.

"Ghost cultivators, the five realms can rebuild the physical ......"

It was the only thing he heard, and it was the only thing he needed to remember.

In that case, let's practice to the so-called collapse realm.

Geniuses are never short of self-confidence.

He was the greatest genius in the wasteland.

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It seems to be another short one...... Good luck to you.