The ghost didn't hear what Zhuge Chen said, firstly, its mind was not on it, and secondly, for it, the white-clothed young man with the sword could already be regarded as a corpse, and it didn't matter what he said. But when the sun shone on its face again, it realized that something was wrong. I saw a white jade bridge hanging high overhead, and flying insects rushed into it like a fire, and disappeared.

The ghost narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhuge Chen, who was slowly falling, as if he was gasping for breath because he had used his only means to be unable to catch it, and asked coldly, "What did you do?"

Although it relies most on the bell that it still holds in its hand today, the reason why the bell is precious is because of the flying insects in it. Without these flying insects, it would be tantamount to killing itself if it wanted to occupy the house on the top of this mountain safely. At the moment, it was not only thinking about how to take back the flying insects from Zhuge Chen's hands, but also wanted to kill Zhuge Chen on the spot and never suffer in the future.

Unexpectedly, after Zhuge Chen straightened his waist, he actually said with a smile: "You ask those flying insects...... They have all gone their separate ways. Maybe I can't tell you, but the bridge is one of my bamboo basket skills. It couldn't be easier to deal with you cultivators. ”

Looking at the ghost's resentful, somewhat puzzled eyes, Zhuge Chen also knew that the place he was in at this moment was probably also a small world, not the world. As for why he didn't think about going to the tip of the horns, of course, it was because there was a beautiful woman on the path of cultivation who was in the same realm as the saint who had been immersed in dreams for many years. What's more, Zhuge Chen has always seen through the truth and falsehood. It doesn't matter if he can't afford to sink or lose and regain it, he has just experienced both, and he won't be trapped in a situation where he can't dream.

But after thinking about it a little, he still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. What a terrible thing it would be for such a dream-savvy practitioner to be his own opponent? Killing people invisibly and putting them aside, just playing with the state of mind can invisibly envelop others with a layer of inner demons. Fortunately, looking at heaven and heaven, there are very few practitioners who choose to enter the Tao with dreams in this way, and for many years, there is such an accomplished saint. Countless cultivators who have come and gone have either retreated in the face of difficulties or returned in vain. Not to mention that Sword Cultivation's resistance to dreams is already better than that of other cultivators, and it does not rely on external objects, which is the most authentic path of cultivation in itself.

Of course, these words were all said by Li Jingyun, and Zhuge Chen can be regarded as a listener at best. As for someone who is not angry, you can go to this great sword immortal with the highest realm in the world, but you can't beat it anyway.

"Don't think about it, it's just a flying worm, it's out of your control. Zhuge Chen didn't react when he saw the ghost, so he added.

As soon as his words fell, the already angry ghost came to Zhuge Chen as if he were dying. It's just that now it has no flying insect body, where is Zhuge Chen's opponent?

In an instant, the white cloth quickly flashed behind the ghost with a white horse, and pointed out, and when he looked closely, he saw two majestic peaks surrounding him, piercing the ghost's chest. Although it has been a long time since the Kunlun Sword has been used, after all, it was Zhuge Chenguan Kunlun Taishan who realized it on his own, and he was not unfamiliar. And there is a rubber pillar sword qi on it, which is the most incomprehensible to the killing of evil cultivators. So in just a moment, the ghost disappeared from everyone's eyes.

After solving the ghosts, Zhuge Chen walked towards the dry well, and the four of them saw that the white clothes were walking towards them, and their faces were not good, so they subconsciously took a few steps back and let the dry well in front of Zhuge Chen. Although before today, the attitude of the four Chitose towards Zhuge Chen was nothing more than that of the juniors, but now it is different from the past. The young man with the sword at his waist should be the well-deserved overlord of the Immortal Family in Dream Country.

Zhuge Chen came to the well, jumped into the bottom of the well. The Gap Flying Sword immediately swept out of his sleeve and hung above his head, illuminating the path ahead with sword qi, but also to prevent the remnants of the ghosts from sneaking up on his back hand. He didn't see it until he blasted open the stone wall in front of him with his fist

On a chair in a dark room sat a skeleton.

Zhuge Chen stepped forward, glanced at a yellowed piece of paper on the table in front of him, and held it in the palm of his hand to read. Roughly speaking, this skeleton was the owner of this house and a cultivator before his death, but he was conspired by the ghosts and imprisoned here to serve as bait for the flying insects in the ghost bells. One eliminates the other, and slowly loses the realm, and the way of death disappears.

After reading it, Zhuge Chen sighed and said softly: "It seems that you are the poor man." When I take your bones out and bury them in the courtyard, so that you can 'stay together' with this house you love the most, it can be regarded as a good deed I have done, what do you think?"

There was silence all around, and a corpse was naturally impossible to answer him.

When Zhuge Chen's hands were on the bones, ready to move it away from the chair with force, he could only hear the wind howling around him, but the wind was gusting in his ears. Two ghost fires flashed out of the eyes of the corpse, and his arms were suddenly clamped, and they were buckled on Zhuge Chen's body. Not only that, but the weight of the bones themselves also increased, and finally they weighed over the mountains, directly crushing Zhuge Chen to the ground and unable to move. Nuancai Literature Network

"Destroy my bell, I want you to pay for it with your life!" said in a hoarse voice of the corpse bones, this sentence of resentment is so deep, that is, Zhuge Chen can't pull his hands out of the ground, otherwise he would have covered his ears a long time ago.

Without thinking about it, I also know that this skeleton is also inextricably linked to ghosts. After all, evil cultivators are like this, and their methods are so secretive that ordinary cultivators can't touch their heads. Moreover, these scattered methods have little impact on their own lethality, and they can be called the best of a hundred schools of thought in the word life-saving.

Seeing that Zhuge Chen didn't respond to him, the corpse didn't stop talking, still chattering to himself: "Anyway, if one dies left or right, I will trap you here, and you will never be able to get out." It also gives you a taste of what it's like to be surrounded by loneliness and fear. If I'm not mistaken, a young but powerful immortal cultivator like you should be the one who stands tall in his hometown, right? Thinking about it this way, maybe my death is not entirely meaningless. I think I was not like this at the beginning? Although I am not as good as you, I am also a well-deserved pride of heaven. Just because I offended the rich family, I was retaliated against, and overnight, my family was killed in the fire, and if I hadn't gone to the town, I am afraid that this would have happened. In the midst of desperation, I met a man who smiled and said to me, 'Do you want revenge?' then grasp the anger in your heart, and do it boldly, regardless of everything......, and fearless of everything!' In the end, it worked. But the whole person was extremely tired, and his mood was empty, as if he had been swallowed up by darkness. Now that I think about it, it was from that time that I embarked on such a road of no return......"

Before the bones could finish speaking, they heard a burst of laughter in the corner: "You evil cultivators, all of them are born plays. Not only can you tell the lie in your heart in a high-sounding way, but you can also be moved to tears and believe it. ”

Zhuge Chen held his cheek with one hand and looked at the bones. He stretched out a finger and struck it on the wrist of the corpse, and after three or two blows, the sharp sword qi completely shattered it.

"You...... How could you not be trapped underground by me?" said the skeleton in disbelief.

Zhuge Chen said softly: "If you deal with evil cultivators a lot, you will naturally be on guard. What's more, among them, you are neither high-level nor scheming. It's just a tattered bell, it's worth being so rampant?That's why I woke up from my dream, otherwise Hu, with just a sword, will smash the bell in front of you, where is it necessary to work so hard?"

Saying this, Zhuge Chen stretched his body, and then said: "I went into the dry well this time in order to lure out your remnant soul, saving me time to find it, and it was annoying. You really don't have any brains, just a piece of yellow paper, and you want to deceive others?"

Immediately, I saw a sword light swept out from Zhuge Chen's side, and the flying sword contaminated time, that is, the bones of the ghosts and monsters were harder, where could they withstand the erosion of the years. As a light breeze blows, it turns into smoke and dissipates here. Zhuge Chen waved away the smoke and dust with his hand, coughed a few times, and walked out of the well. He glanced at the cloudless sky and said sincerely: "I really hope that such good weather can be seen every day." ”

Turning his head, Zhuge Chen looked at Chitose, still as before, and said very respectfully: "These days, there have been Lao Chitose seniors. If it weren't for your constant escort, I wouldn't have had a chance to come here and retrieve my memories. ”

Chitose breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then where is this place, do you know?"

Bai Yi shook his head lightly, but did not speak.

Chitose then asked, "What about that God?"

Putting his finger on his lips, Zhuge Chen made a silent gesture. After all, that person is a saint, and eighty percent of this place is also a small world created by others. Even though the saint is dead, and after many years, he is no longer what he used to be, but to speak ill of his master here, isn't he looking for death?

It's really not that Zhuge Chen doesn't want to say it, it's just that he is afraid that he can't help it, so he scolds him, and in the end, he is still the one who suffers.

Squatting down, Zhuge Chen picked up a stone, and sighed lamentingly: "I can't mess with it, I can't afford to mess with the ellipsis."