"Stupid apprentice, why do you bother, don't say that Uncle Xiao is missing now, even if you come back alive, it will be impossible. A middle-aged Dao Gu appeared behind Bing Jiaoyan.

"Master, then cultivate to the Yuanying Realm and turn the little junior uncle into a little junior brother. ”

"With Uncle Xiao's combat power, as long as you don't die, you are destined to be intimidating, even if you go to the distant Heavenly God Domain, it's not impossible, how can you catch up?"

"Master, are you here to extricate me or to attack me. ”

"It is precisely because it is your master that he will not lie to you and tell you truthfully. The middle-aged Dao Gu said solemnly.

"If he has me in his heart, what if he is a mortal? If he doesn't have me in his heart, what if he ascends to the immortal tomorrow? I will wait for him to come back, and I will ask him face to face to make it clear. ”

"But he is missing, everyone knows in their hearts that he is dead, and he is dead in the early stage of his life, so why deceive himself and don't want to believe it?"

"I'll wait, either to see his bones or to his people. ”

"You... Hey!"

The green goshawk carried Mu Zizhen for a full day before landing in a canyon.

The canyon is located between the four peaks, shrouded in thick white fog, and the location is very secret, and it is impossible to find it without flying directly above.

Taniguchi, Muzi jumped off the back of the eagle and asked, "Bring me here?"

"Chirp...," the green goshawk wings pointed ahead at the dense fog.

"You want me in?"

The green goshawk nodded.

"What's in there?"

The green goshawk shook his head.

"Do you want to go in together?"

The green goshawk shook his head again.

Mu Zizhen's face was black and his head was mushy, but he was sure that the green goshawk was not harming him.

Now that he is in the deepest part of the mountain range, if he wants to go out by himself, he will definitely be looking for death, and he has to count on the green goshawk, so go in and have a look?

Walking into the dense fog, the visibility was less than one meter, and the sound of wind, birds and insects could be heard before, but after coming in, all the sounds disappeared, Mu Zizhen's face sank, this dense fog must be a formation.

If the spiritual sense is stuck in a quagmire, it is difficult to move forward, and it can only reach out a foot.

Mu Zi really wanted to go out and ask the green goshawk for clarification, but he turned around and walked ten steps and was still in the thick fog.

frowned, he deliberately counted silently before coming in, and only took three steps.

After another hundred steps, the result was still the same.

The golden pupils of his eyes appeared, but he could see that he was less than ten zhang, and the surrounding area was still a thick fog.

Without panicking, the golden pupils operated to the extreme, first observing whether there was any change in the fog itself.

Time passed little by little, and his eyes were sore and swollen, but he still didn't find any abnormalities, not even a trace of spiritual power or a trace of air flow fluctuations.

Either the dense fog itself is not abnormal, or the formation level is too high for the golden pupil to detect.

With a flash of light, a sword qi shot out, and the sword qi seemed to travel through the dirt with great effort.

And the gap cut out was filled by a thick fog in the blink of an eye, and it was impossible to see what was there.

I tried it several times in different directions, but it was the same.

The spiritual yuan power of the surrounding body was shocked, and another sword was slashed at the ground, and a crack appeared, but only the past three breath cracks began to close, and it recovered in a moment.

Mu Zizhen began to walk forward again, and after walking dozens of steps, a skeleton appeared in front of him.

The skeleton is five feet high, like a small mountain, and it should look like an ape-like beast.

Walking past the bones, the bones instantly collapsed into ashes.

Seeing this, Mu Zi's heart sank, which means that this skeleton has been here for a long, long time, so long that the bones are completely weathered, and the reason why it did not collapse before is because it is absolutely quiet here, and even the air is still.

The air flow brought by his movement destroyed the silence here, and the bones would instantly turn to ashes.

What the hell is this place?

Mu Zizhen walked aimlessly in the dense fog, and during this time, he saw several skeletons, all of which were weathered into ashes without exception.

As time went by, Mu Zizhen felt so sleepy, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, and he couldn't open his eyelids.

This is absolutely abnormal, Mu Zizhen knows this in his heart, but he can't have the energy to resist.

At the last moment of sleeping, he tried his best to put a trace of spiritual knowledge into the dantian spirit seed.

The spirit seed was shaken, as if it had risen from its slumber. A soul phantom flew out, ascended along the meridians, and entered the sea of knowledge from the Baihui acupoint.

The appearance of this soul is the same as that of Mu Zizhen, it can be said that he can also say that it is not, it is the soul of the original owner of this body, which has been forged through the Divine Grinding Technique.

It's like a doppelganger, Mu Zi can really control it completely.

When I came to the edge of the sea, I saw a scene that made my soul tremble.

The originally pitch-black sea of consciousness turned into pure white, and the soul of the deity floated like a silkworm chrysalis in the center of the sleep.

There is a holiness in the weirdness.

It turns out that the bones of the fierce beasts I have seen before are all dead in sleep, who can believe this? What kind of power is this?

Don't dare to slack off, the grinding magic is running, a ray of light crosses, and the pure white sea of knowledge is divided into two.

No longer two black skies, but two days.

After the operation of the secret technique, the pure white color faded a little, and the soul on the edge of the sea was happy, and there was indeed a change.

The Divine Grinding Technique has been performed over and over again, and now I don't care if it will hurt the soul of the deity, I just want the soul of the deity to wake up as soon as possible.

Ten times later, the white color in the sea of consciousness approached nothing, but a white rune was condensed in the center of the soul of the deity.

After several more secret attempts, the runes not only did not dissipate, but became brighter and brighter like a star, and the soul of the deity still did not have the slightest intention of awakening.

The soul of the foreign soul thought for a moment, and then he had to continue to see if there would be any new changes in the runes.

It didn't dare to enter the sea of knowledge, and the devil knew if it would fall into a deep sleep, and if it did, it would only turn into white bones like the fierce beast it had seen before, until a creature passed by and weathered into powder.

Mu Zizhen had a dream, a long, long dream.

I dreamed that he turned into a fierce beast.

The silkworm has one eye, half a foot long, and the whole body is snow-white and has four wings.

He has the talent of 'Soul Fixing Immortal Light'.

One silkworm dies, one silkworm lives.

One eye determines the soul, and one eye determines life and death.

Countless great powers grabbed it, wanting to take its one-eyed refining magic weapon, until this canyon, trapped by a sword power.

self-exploding star-eye, and ending up with it, there has been no star-eyed silkworm in the world since then.

The mist in the valley is a natural derivation of one-eyed energy and formation after tens of thousands of years, gathering illusion, fixing, and killing in one.

Any creature that enters the array is first trapped, then unknowingly falls into a deep sleep, and is finally killed silently.

Not to mention Mu Zizhen, even if the Mahayana realm monks came in, most of them would have the same result.

The era of the flood famine is hundreds of millions of years ago, and there were no human beings at that time, and the strength of the desolate species such as the star-eyed silkworm far exceeds that of the Ascending Immortal Realm, which can be said to be the existence of a world of deterrence and deterrence.

This kind of existence has been forced to explode itself, so you can imagine which kendo power has and what kind of edge.

Even if the formation formed after death is enough to trap and kill the current Mahayana monks.

This place acts on the soul, but Mu Zizhen is an outlier.

Not only does there be two souls, but one is not in the sea of consciousness, and it happens to have a secret technique of divine souls.

His survival was inevitable and accidental.