For a moment, Fang Zhen was speechless.

It was as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, and the pain he was grinding made him speechless.

Yan Yuexi saw his expression and understood, "Tut-tut, what's the matter, I'm not happy to be guessed about the matter?" ”

The nun looked lively and circled around him.

"A god-turning monk, who has low self-esteem because of his age? My little nephew is really powerful, he can fascinate you like this at a young age, not bad, he has the demeanor of our heavenly doctor. ”

Yan Yuexi turned around and sat on the rocking chair under the tree, crossing Erlang's legs leisurely and freely, "But there is still a characteristic of our division. ”

"It's either a bumpy road or a smooth road. Either there is no love at all, and the road is ...... Extremely frank hahahahaha"

"For example, my junior brother Jiang Shuiliu was also a big lover back then, and when he went out to travel, he fell in love with the sword cultivator of Jianshan, and when he asked for marriage, it was called a tragic ...... Let a group of sword cultivators torture them are about to lose weight. ”

Yan Yuexi's tone was brisk, and now she met a stranger who had caught up with her old friend, as if she wanted to say everything she hadn't said in a hundred years.

"I'm the one who has no love path, if I hadn't accidentally fallen into the devil for a while, and I was arrested and locked up, I would have soared by day and climbed the immortal cloud ladder, how could it be his turn to go to the upper realm in the past few years?"

She pinched the trick with her fingertips, and a similar rocking chair appeared on the side of the rocking chair, but it was a little larger.

"Come and sit here." She patted the chair and casually conjured up a table between the two of them, with a pot of wine and plates of melon seeds, peanuts, and edamame on it.

"Let's talk about it, you can't go down to the seventh floor anyway. I can only wait for my nephew to work all the way to this eighth layer. ”

Fang Zhen had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't have much intention to do anything, and obediently sat next to this self-proclaimed little doctor and cultivator uncle.

"Why do you say I can't go down to the seventh floor?"

He believed in his cultivation, so his original plan was to fight all the way down. met the little doctor Xiu who was carrying her out from the ninth floor again.

Yan Yuexi casually made an illusion, transformed her "face" into a delicate-looking woman, and then looked at him with a smile.

"Because the seventh layer ......"

……

Jiang Suzheng was slapping the demonic qi mass in front of him, "Hey, Liu Buyin? Are you still alive? Why don't you speak, what is this third layer, you don't say how can I get out? ”

"Liu Buyin! Liu Buyin! ”

No one responded.

"What...... I thought it was a powerful person, but I was too scared to squeak when I reached the third floor. ”

Jiang Su stuffed the demonic qi mass in his sleeve, holding a blind cane in his hand, and walked by feeling.

This third layer gave her a strange feeling, no matter how she spoke, she couldn't hear an echo, but the surrounding atmosphere gave her a ...... It's the feeling of an empty place.

It's like...... There is no wall to enclose it, and there is no heaven and earth.

Jiang Su walked boredly, she was not afraid, nothing else meant that there was nothing here, just like she knew the sea now.

"Wait...... ...... same as knowing the sea"

Jiang Su sat cross-legged on the ground, just in case he pulled out the two blades in the blind cane, and held it tightly in his hand with one left and one right hand.

She controlled her divine consciousness and returned to the sea of knowledge.

Zhihai is a void like the universe, and it is because of the monk's own conception that different scenery will appear vividly in Zhihaili.

The girl in the sea of knowledge opened her eyes, she abandoned the original bookshelf and cobblestone floor, and turned everything into the most primitive nothingness.

At the right time, she finally saw something unusual.

Out of nothingness, a man dressed in black was staring at herself at the same time.

"It's ...... What ......"

The black-clothed man who existed in her sea of consciousness was masked with a black cloth, and not an inch of skin was exposed on his body.

Jiang Su couldn't see his eyes, and could almost directly see the black cloth behind him from the position of his face, saying that he was staring at him...... It was because Jiang Su felt his gaze.

She tried to go up and pull his clothes again, and found that the clothes could move, but his form was formless.

"What is this, black cloth into essence? The things in the Demon Realm are all like people and not people. ”

“……”

"Girl, don't take off your clothes. Untidy and unorthodox. ”

Suddenly, a voice came from front of him.

Jiang Su's hand moved, and although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't have too many other reactions.

"Oh, then I'll change it."

She pulled the black cloth on his face instead, the black cloth was supposed to be hung behind a person's head and tied up, but now Jiang Ci only pulled it down, in order to see if this thing had a face.

"Girl, don't get it, I don't have a body, I'm a ghost cultivator."

“……”

"Ghost Cultivator?!!

When Jiang Su was a child, she forced Jiang Shuiliu to tell herself bedtime stories, because she had heard of the existence of this thing, in other words, her father told her bedtime ghost stories.

The existence of ghost cultivators is different from that of other monks, they die as mortals, guided by the fate of heaven and earth, and practice special exercises, so that they can preserve their mental memory, do not need to be reincarnated, can enjoy the path of immortality, and can also fly to the immortals.

However, because people can't see ghosts, and they can't see them after becoming monks, there has always been controversy about the existence of ghost cultivators in the cultivation world.

Some people say that ghost cultivation is the residual divine consciousness of monks.

To make them believe that mortals can cultivate, that is to throw their faith and dignity on the ground and trample on them.

"The black tower of the Demon Suppression Temple is still closed for ghost cultivation? Are those monks engaged in the collection of monks' real figures? I'm not going to climb one layer at a time. Jiang Su muttered to himself.

She separated a wisp of divine sense, controlled her body and reinserted the two blades in her hand together, facing something like ghost cultivation that could not be touched or seen, I am afraid that it would be useless to use physical attacks.

"What is a real figurine?" The black robe closest to Jiang Su flew to her side, and he spoke very familiarly.

Jiang Su only knew that his knowledge of the sea could fabricate the scene of the outside world, but he had never thought that he could have guests in the sea of knowledge.

There was no light in her eyes, but she squinted slightly and was very vigilant.

"That is to say, those monks of the Demon Suppression Temple, according to the eighteen-story tower, each floor is filled with monks with different ways of cultivation, which is called collecting real figures."

"Why are you in my sea of consciousness?"

The black robe flew around Jiang Su's image in the sea of knowledge a few times, and replied obediently: "Our ghost cultivation is cultivated in the sea of knowledge. However, I am not in your knowledge. ”

"This layer of the Black Tower is my Sea of Knowledge, as for what you think I appear in your Sea of Knowledge, it should be related to the exercises you cultivate."

"If you choose to close your eyes in the physical body, then your divine consciousness can naturally look at the soul when you open your eyes. So you just saw me through your own sea of knowledge, not that I entered your sea of knowledge. ”