"Eh, I have a better way to help you, aren't you really going to think about it?" The white-haired young man looked at Gu Xu with a helpless smile on his face.

"You want to borrow my body?" Gu Xu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Exactly."

"What should I do if I don't pay it back?"

"I'm disappointed, Gu Xu," the white-haired young man sighed, "The two of us were born to be one, and if you die, I won't be able to survive alone, but you don't trust me so much."

"Besides, if you want to defeat the Kongxuansan, you have no choice but to trust me."

Gu Xu was silent for a few seconds, and tears glittered on the Snow Girl's face appeared in his mind, and he felt that what he said did make sense.

"Can you let me break through first?" He asked.

"Meng Po soup is there, you can drink it yourself!" The white-haired boy pointed to the ground with his left hand.

Gu Xu lowered his head and saw a dilapidated black porcelain bowl on the ground, which contained a turbid liquid and exuded an indescribable smell.

Legend has it that Meng Po soup is made by mixing the soul of a person with the medicinal herbs of the world. Once consumed, the ghosts will completely forget all memories of their past lives and will be reincarnated with peace of mind.

And in the cultivation system of the Great Wilderness, this is an elixir that can make the monks transcend the mundane.

"If you want to move forward, you have to give up."

This is a sentence that Gu Xu once read in a cultivation classic.

According to the description in the book, ordinary people in this world carry heavy bags - firewood, rice, oil and salt, love and hatred, fame and fortune...... Pressing on them makes it difficult for them to go farther.

Only by taking something out of the bag and throwing it away can we move forward lightly and cross the hurdle of "Meng Po Pavilion".

In order to break this realm, some people resigned and went into hiding, some ran away from home, some people practiced deep in the mountains, and some people cut off their emotions.

Gu Xu has seen many cases in the book, learned more than one method of breaking the border, and has also witnessed the process of breaking the border of other people.

Now it was finally his turn to make a choice.

"I have nothing but myself."

He sighed softly, slowly squatted down, picked up the "Meng Po Soup" from the ground, and drank it all.

The taste of Meng Po soup is complex, with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty blends together, making it difficult for him to explain what it feels like.

As the liquid flowed down his throat, many images from his memories came to his mind one after another.

He remembered the days when he killed ghosts every day in Yishui County and collected meritorious deeds to exchange for pills, remembered that when Xiao Han was in the Piaoxiang Building, he gobbled up the flower chickens in front of him, he remembered that Chen Jisheng risked his life to climb Yishan Mountain to pick snow ginseng for him, and he remembered the Hundred Flowers Poetry Society in the Lu family's murderous mansion......

He remembered the fireworks of the Luojing Lantern Festival, the courtyard house located at No. 22 Goldfish Lane in Yanqing Fang, the elixir workshop called "Shouchangfang", and the marriage contract that turned to ashes in the fire......

He has a talent that he never forgets.

All the while, no matter how much time has passed, these things are still vivid in my mind, as if they were yesterday.

But at this moment, these memories seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and became distant.

His state of mind also became calm, and it was difficult for him to have any more turbulence.

He lost his official position, his status, his wealth, his marriage, and even his causal bonds.

Since then, he has been alone and travels lightly.

When Meng Po Tang was completely integrated into his body, he felt that his whole body became lighter, like a hydrogen balloon, his feet off the ground, floating upward.

floated out of the Meng Po Pavilion, floated to the dark sky of the netherworld, pierced through layers of dark clouds, and then rushed directly out of the sky......

The short-term separation of the divine soul from the body is the ability possessed by the powerhouses of the fifth realm.

At this time, Gu Xu was floating in mid-air in a state of detachment, paying attention to the battle between the Snow Maiden and the Empty Xuansan People.

He saw that the various doppelgangers of the Empty Xuansan were turning into ice sculptures again and again, and then returning to their original shapes; He saw the Snow Maiden's tears welling up, obscuring her beautiful face.

He also noticed that one of her sleeves was empty, and she was dancing in the wind.

One of her arms has melted away!

Of course, under the desperate attack of the Snow Maiden, the Kongxuansan people did not pay any price.

His two relatively weak clones could no longer withstand the killing power of the ice and snow, and turned into shattered ice chips, which then melted into water.

It was at this time that the Void Xuansan sensed his detached soul.

"It is worthy of being a genius who has attracted much attention in the Great Qi Dynasty, and he is able to break through the realm in this critical situation!"

The white-bearded old man smiled, teasing while lightly pointing towards the location of Gu Xu's soul.

His true yuan turned into an invisible chain, as if it wanted to tie Gu Xu's soul and prevent it from returning to his body.

Seeing his actions, the Snow Maiden was even more angry.

She frowned, and used her remaining hand to wave the "Shocking Pen", and once again cast the "Defeat Scale Wind".

I saw the wind howling, and the snow flying like a sword.

The chain of the Void Xuansan Man, which had been transformed from the true element, shattered violently.

Once again, countless streaks of blood appeared on his skin.

In the process of his self-healing, the Snow Maiden seized the opportunity and quickly recited the incantation, and immediately summoned countless fierce beasts made of ice and snow to run and trample on the promotion array of the Kongxuan Sanren, destroying those complicated formations.

At the same time, where the clones of the Kongxuansan people stood, countless frost-white vines suddenly appeared, like wriggling white snakes, entangled the body of the Kongxuansan people, burrowed into his flesh and blood, and vowed to tear his internal organs apart.

Snow Maiden's ice and snow spells have always been known for nurturing vitality in the extreme cold.

However, at this moment, this spell full of vitality has become synonymous with cruelty and destruction.

Under the suppression of the "Corrupt Scales and Wind Scroll", many of the bells and whistles of the Kongxuansan people were difficult to play a role, and they could only rely on the true yuan and physique to carry it.

But each of his clones cannot be as strong as the main body.

only heard a "bang", and the body of the middle-aged man who was good at performing rat plays burst open in an instant under the tearing of the ice and snow vines, like torn paper, and became debris all over the ground.

At first glance, it seems that the Snow Maiden has the upper hand in this battle, but the Sora Xuan Sanren is defeated by her thunderous attack.

However, Gu Xu knew that this was just an appearance.

The soul of the Snow Maiden is like a candle flame in the autumn wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

The embroidered shoes he had put on for her had long since fallen from under the hem of her skirt and turned back into fluttering rune paper, falling to the ground with the snow like a butterfly with folded wings.

The hem of her dress also became empty, like a disembodied ghost hanging in the air.

Her white jade feet melted.

Her long, straight, well-proportioned legs melted as well.

Perhaps it won't be long before she will completely turn into a puddle of snow and disappear from this world completely.

The Snow Maiden is a symbol of "beauty".

Even in the process of disappearance, there is no blood or filth, quiet and serene, in this white world, revealing a touching sense of sorrow and beauty.

But this picture fell into Gu Xu's eyes, but it looked extremely cruel.

If the definition of tragedy is "tearing beauty apart for others to see", then at this very moment, he is undoubtedly witnessing the most painful tragedy in the world.

So he ended his out-of-body state, returned to the "Meng Po Pavilion", stretched out his hand to the white-haired young man and said:

"Give me authority, and I'll help her."

(End of chapter)