Jump......

Jump......

As long as you jump, you will be able to cut off your feelings, forget your suffering, and gain great liberation.

At this time, there were psychedelic voices that kept thinking in Nangong Fei'er's mind, bewitching her to jump down.

Nangong Fei'er's gaze suddenly became dazed, and then involuntarily, step by step, walked to the edge of the cliff.

Soon, she was on the edge of the cliff.

"Jump, jump......" The voice in his head became quick.

However, Nangong Fei'er suddenly froze her body, turned around slowly, and said lightly to the woman who was exactly the same as her: "If you jump, or you will become a ghost, a monk of my level can have all the memories after death, wouldn't it be even worse."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This is a place of forgetfulness, as long as you jump off, you can naturally forget it."

Nangong Fei'er smiled coldly and said, "What if I don't jump?"

"If you don't jump, then ......" The woman subconsciously wanted to answer, but suddenly reacted.

At this time, Nangong Fei'er was a little dazed in her eyes, but with mockery.

Suddenly, the woman's body was suddenly covered with cracks, bursting open like a mirror that had fallen to the ground.

In an instant, it collapsed into a puff of yin qi.

Immediately, a blue-faced and fanged ghost appeared.

"If you don't jump, you'll die." This yin spirit screamed miserably, and the black hair that turned into yin qi was densely wrapped around Nangong Fei'er.

Nangong Fei'er suddenly opened her mouth and let out a scream of spiritual power, and countless sound blades spun and exploded.

Whew......

The countless black hairs shattered in an instant, turning into endless black smoke and dissipating.

"You ignorant yin thing, don't you know that the spiritual sound attacks the divine soul mind, and you want to bewitch me even if you are a yin thing, you don't know whether to live or die." Nangong Fei'er said sharply.

Immediately, she beckoned, and her guqin flew in front of her on its own.

"Sonorous and sonorous......" Nangong Fei'er's hands were like phantoms, and the strings vibrate.

The spiritual sound is like a tidal wave, overwhelming the sky and sweeping everything.

The yin creature screamed miserably, and the soul body was constantly cut by the spiritual sound.

It tried to escape, but it couldn't move.

"My king will avenge me." The ghost creature screamed, and then completely dissipated.

King? What king? Ghost King?

Nangong Fei'er raised her eyebrows, feeling that this Heavenly Foggy Mountain didn't seem to be so simple.

At first, it was the rat spirit of the Liu family, and now there is a ghost thing here that is not shallow.

"There can't be anything in this world." Nangong Fei'er said in her heart.

She thought for a moment, and suddenly crossed the cliff.

Suddenly, the formation on her guqin magic weapon lit up, and she stepped on her feet, supporting her to the bottom of the world.

It's just that the bottom of this cliff of forgetfulness is empty, except for a pool of water like a mirror.

Nangong Fei'er searched everywhere, but found nothing, and finally she came to the waterhole.

The water of the pool, reflecting her reflection, is so clear that it is hairy.

Nangong Fei'er didn't care too much, but stepped on the guqin and returned to the cliff.

It's just that she didn't know that after she left, her reflection in the waterhole did not disappear with it, but showed a creepy smile.

Nangong Fei'er returned to Hanmen, and when Han Qing saw her for the first time, she noticed that something was wrong.

Her expression was calm, no different from her usual life.

However, her usual calm and indifferent is due to her personality.

But now, it seems that something is missing.

Han Qing immediately inspected Nangong Fei'er and was furious to find that her three souls and six spirits were missing one soul and two of them.

The lost soul is the Cool Spirit, the Soul of the Ghost and the Fetal Light, this soul, the Lord's soul

The five elements of the operation.

And the two missing souls are stinky lungs and non-poisonous, the love and hate of the Lord's seven emotions and six desires.

Han Qing's heart sank slightly, and he immediately called Xu Zheng over.

After inquiring in detail, Han Qing felt that there was something wrong with the Cliff of Forgetfulness.

Originally, he was going to go to the Northeast again, but he had agreed with the sword-wielding officer.

But now that this is happening, Han Qing can only go to Tianwu Mountain.

Yan Nanfei, the head of the Yan family, sat opposite a mysterious person whose whole body was shrouded in black robes.

"According to reliable sources, Han Qing has already gone to Tianwu Mountain, and our plan is already half successful." Yan Nanfei's face was hideous, with endless hatred.

"It's not half the battle, it's already time to celebrate, as long as he eats this bait, there will be no second result except after death." The mysterious man's voice was piercing and strangely intoned, apparently disguised.

"That's great, this little deflated three, I'm finally going to die." Yan Nanfei laughed loudly.

At this time, Han Qing arrived at the Forgetful Cliff of Tianwu Mountain.

He circled around the cliff, and then set up a great array of heavenly machines and began to calculate.

After a while, Han Qing's brows furrowed.

"One side is yin, the other side is yang, and yin and yang converge here, mixed with endless anger, this is the appearance of a group of demons dancing wildly."

Han Qing didn't hesitate, his body flickered, and he had already fallen to the bottom of the cliff.

Immediately, his eyes were fixed on the waterhole at the bottom of the cliff, and his heart jumped.

This arrangement clearly uses this waterhole as a soul mirror.

Therefore, Han Qing was completely sure that Nangong Fei'er's soul and soul were definitely taken away by this waterhole.

What kind of sacredness would be at the bottom of this cliff to set up an almost pure natural soul dementoring array.

Han Qing raised his hand, and the thunder in his hand flashed, and it slammed into this pool of water.

"Click, click"

I heard a loud cracking sound.

Then the waters of this puddle began to boil and surge.

In an instant, the water level dropped rapidly and bottomed out.

At the bottom of the pool, Han Qing discovered the location of the eye of this dementor array.

There was a crystal stone as black as ink placed in the eye of the array, presumably, Nangong Fei'er's soul and two souls were inside.

Han Qing suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the air.

Then, the pitch-black crystal shattered.

In an instant, a large number of ghosts appeared, and the ghost cried wolf and attacked Han Qing.

The spiritual power on Han Qing's body was shocked, and these yin souls were all wiped out in ashes.

Han Qing's face was not very good-looking, because he didn't see Nangong Fei'er's soul.

At this moment, there was a sudden murderous aura all around, and more than 100 figures appeared, surrounding Han Qing.

"Han Qing, you have entered the urn, and today you are in a catastrophe." At this time, a tall and sturdy old man held a giant sword and spoke sharply.

"The Yan family? I didn't expect you to dare to come to die." Han Qing's eyes were cold, he only looked at the appearance of these people, and the surging blood and qi in their bodies, he knew that they must be members of the Yan family.