The spirit corpse, abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, the body and the soul are integrated, regardless of each other, and as soon as the corpse is destroyed, it will disappear.

Han Qiusheng understood that all things in the Tao of all things refer to living things, not dead things.

The Tao of All Things, the Spiritual Dao Law is natural, a trace of aura, with the meaning of embracing all things, following the traction of Han Qiusheng, entering the body of the red-clothed female corpse.

The female corpse in red felt that an aura close to the nature of all things spread in her body and actually merged into her soul.

Since becoming a spirit corpse, the soul and body are inseparable from each other, and they have not felt the existence of the soul.

I don't want the person in front of me, but I can actually let my soul loosen, and with the cold autumn birth, the natural aura of the Dao Law continues to pour in.

The soul began to separate from the body, and the female corpse in red was overjoyed, thinking that it was just some words that deceived herself, but it was actually true.

A trace of invisible Heavenly Dao will permeated the entire mountain forest, and Han Qiusheng only felt an irresistible coercion, hitting him heavily on his back, lying on the ground soaking wet, and did not stop the transmission of spiritual energy.

Heaven does not allow it, the tiny ant goes against his will, and the speed at which the corpse of the woman in red turns into ashes accelerates, and her feet disappear in an instant.

Han Qiusheng said with difficulty: "Come out quickly, otherwise you will really be wiped out in the world as soon as the body is destroyed." ”

The soul looked at Han Qiusheng's resolute eyes, and for the first time, he felt that there was something more important than revenge, that is, to live, and the speed at which the soul left the body accelerated.

However, he was stuck at the critical moment, and no matter how hard he tried his feet, he couldn't come out.

The will of the Heavenly Dao turned into a trace, a trace of white mangs full of heavenly might, tied up to death, and the soul and feet did not let her come out.

Han Qiusheng is in a hurry, there is no way, only to fight, what about the way of heaven, what about the way of heaven what I want to do Han Qiusheng can't stop it.

A sharp and peerless intent of extinction emanated, and the golden light mantra Buddha qi protected the body, and under the joint operation of the two energies, it resisted the slightest trace of heavenly coercion.

Han Qiusheng stood up, and on the cold light sword, there was also an intent of extinction, and he raised his sword and said, "What if I beheaded you today." ”

Swinging the sword down, the intent of extinction and the white mangs of Tianwei were deadlocked, and the body of the woman in red burned so that only the rotting head remained, and if the head turned into ashes, the soul would also disappear.

The cold light sword felt Han Qiusheng's determination, a cold light flashed, a trace of spiritual wisdom that only spiritual weapons have, and said in a faint voice: "Old friend, I can only help you get here." ”

The cold light sword seemed to be burning life, blooming with its last brilliance, Tianwei Baimang was chopped off, the soul was out of the body, and the body stopped burning, leaving only a head.

The coercion of the Heavenly Dao disappeared, and Han Qiusheng lay on the ground lightly, and the Cold Light Sword shattered into more than ten sections.

Han Qiusheng fell asleep, and when his soul saw the sky light up slightly, he burrowed into the storage ring.

slept until noon, under the scorching sun, Han Qiusheng woke up, looked at the rotten head in front of him, and knew that he had succeeded.

A woman's voice came from the storage ring, "Thank you for saving your life." ”

Han Qiusheng looked around and couldn't see anyone, and said, "Where are you, why can't I see you?"

"Childe called me, a light smoke is fine, I am in your storage ring, and my soul is very afraid of the sun, and it will disappear as soon as it is sun. "Light flue.

Han Qiusheng said: "I see, my name is Han Qiusheng, do you want to bring this head?"

Qingyan said: "No, you buried him, I am now a soul body, and she has no meaning to me." ”

Han Qiusheng, looking at the cold light sword that was broken into more than ten paths on the ground, couldn't help but leave tears, and said: "Since Ruoyou's death, you have been by my side, thanks to you yesterday, old friend." ”

Qingyan comforted: "Young Master Han, don't be sad, as long as you find the refining master, you can still repair it." ”

Han Qiusheng picked up the fragments, dug a pit and buried the head of light smoke, and found a piece of wood with the words "Tomb of Light Smoke".

When he was about to leave, he heard the light smoke and went to the pit where the two fires collided to look for it.

In a stone pile, I saw a crimson rune paper, which was the Tiangang Spirit Fire Talisman used by Xiao Cheng, with three red stripes on it, one dim and two bright.

"This means that it can be used three times." He found Xiao Cheng's white jade origami fan again, and sighed: "This is at least a spiritual weapon, the gate party is good for disciples, I will also find a gate sect as a disciple, except for deceiving those two fools, and getting more than 200 lower grade spirit stones, there is nothing else." ”

Han Qiusheng, back to Yuncheng, there is no longer half of the Crazy Sword Sect, the shadow of the disciples of the Flying Sword Sect, I heard that these two sects were disbanded overnight, Ma Xiuqi, Liu Jinyuan is on the way to escape, it seems that they did not help Xiao Cheng at that time, and the two of them have already made plans.

Ask around, there is a refining master there, and I heard the beggar on the street say that on the Cangshan Mountain in the north, it is rumored that there is a refining monster who only fights one weapon every day, and the weapon he hits is extremely sharp.

There is an endless stream of monks who go to the strange man to build weapons every day, but the strange man says, "Only for the strong to build weapons." "Every morning as soon as the door opens, the monks fight each other, leaving one alive to make weapons for him for free.

Han Qiusheng dropped it, a few taels of silver, and the old beggar hurriedly kowtowed in thanks. Go to the best place in the city, sell horses, pick a good sweaty horse, and set off towards Cangshan.

After running for thousands of miles, he met a few monks wearing the same cloud pattern blue robe as Xiao Cheng, who were undoubtedly disciples of the Shangling Sect, but their eyes were scattered and their faces were bloodless, Han Qiusheng jumped off the horse and asked, "Are you disciples of the Shangling Sect?"

A few people didn't respond, and Han Qiusheng felt that something was wrong, so he jumped off the horse and followed behind a few people.

Until the afternoon, several people quickened their pace, and a burst of white mist appeared to block Han Qiusheng's way, and said, "This friend, don't worry about idle things." Han Qiusheng retreated, the white mist disappeared, and there was still half a figure there.

Along the way, the people he met were all with sloppy eyes and bloodless faces, and Han Qiusheng decided to stay in this area for the time being, driven by chivalrous righteousness and curiosity.

In the dead of night, it was silent, Han Qiusheng was lying on a tree, light smoke wafting out of the storage ring, still dressed in red, but without flesh and blood, it was in the shape of blue smoke.

Han Qiusheng was curious about the story of light smoke, and learned that it was originally an inconspicuous small family in Yuncheng.

Xiao Cheng has no parents to live as a beggar since he was a child, and Qingyan's father saw that he was pitiful, so he took him home to raise him.

When he was eighteen years old, his father died of illness, leaving behind a strange pattern, and the ancestral jade said: "There is a big secret in this, and it cannot fall into the hands of others." After speaking, he died on the spot.

Qingyan was grief-stricken, and Xiao Cheng comforted: "Don't be sad to have me in the future." The two have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, when they reached the age of eighteen, they were concubines, and after their father's funeral was completed, they became married.

Yue Yingshan was originally a prostitute in Chunfeng Building, every time there were many monks who came to patronize her business, she knew more things, one day the two of them were on the street, and when they met Yue Yingshan, Xiao Cheng was fascinated.

After that, Xiao Cheng often secretly carried a light cigarette on his back, went to Chunfeng Building to find Yue Yingshan, and inadvertently learned in Xiao Cheng's mouth that the light smoke had an ancestral jade pendant, engraved with strange patterns.

Yue Yingshan moved, Xiao Cheng went home and asked Qingyan about the jade pendant, and Qingyan said: "This is a relic left to me by my father, and no one will give it." ”

Under the bewilderment of Yue Yingshan, they were ruthless in their hearts, and the two deceived Qingyan into being brutally killed in the back mountain forest.

The power of the six reincarnation tractions appeared, and the light smoke was angry, unwilling to go to reincarnation, and the soul and body were compatible, turning into a spirit corpse.

The two went to Shanglingzong after many obstacles, and personally handed over the jade pendant, the three elders of Shanglingzong, Xiao Cheng became a personal disciple because of his good qualifications, and Yue Yingshan also became an inner disciple because of his poor qualifications.

After being reborn, Qingyan was not so persistent in hatred, and sighed: "Maybe he didn't love me at all, but he just made the decision he wanted in that situation." ”

Han Qiusheng said: "Only by being thorough can you be enlightened." On a whim, he said, "You have this opinion, you have put down the butcher's knife, can you cultivate the Buddha's path?"

Suddenly, a few figures walked by on the ground, disrupting Han Qiusheng's thoughts, and looking down, there were several bloodless mortals again.

Han Qiusheng asked: "Qingyan, you are well-informed, are the people down here?"

Qingyan looked at the mortals below in shock, and said, "They are not people, they are human corpses." ”

Han Qiusheng asked, "What is a human corpse?"

Qingyan explained: "The human corpse is the body that is dead, but the soul is sealed in the body by the monk, with the secret technique of refining the corpse, and the human corpse body has been refined, with infinite strength, quick action, and its own consciousness. ”

"It is a masterpiece of the previous corpse expulsion sect, and the human corpse is a way of refining corpses that violates the way of heaven and has great cause and effect, making up for all the shortcomings of zombies. ”

Han Qiusheng jumped off the tree, followed by a few people, and the light smoke floated behind him: "Han Gongzi still don't care, those who can refine human corpses are all spiritual realm cultivators, and we can't afford to mess with them." ”

Han Qiusheng said righteously: "Chivalry, you should be fearless, I have never been afraid of the will of the Heavenly Dao, would I be afraid of a spiritual realm cultivator?"

He muttered in a low voice: "I understand the principle of doing what you can, take a look at it from a distance, and you will keep your distance." ”

Qingyan smiled softly, thinking that this Han Gongzi was very interesting and very good at pretending.