Why is that troublesome ghost in Zeyun Continent...... Halfway through what he thought in his heart, Ling Zhishi was stunned.

This question is almost like a fool's question...... He shook his head and smiled wryly. Since she is the one who can destroy her sect, she must be no less than Gu Lao's existence, and a naughty and unlearned barbaric lady like the troublesome ghost naturally needs to come to the Nether to work hard.

Immediately after, Ling Zhishi looked away. The light of the oil lamp in his hand was faint, but it also illuminated the surroundings.

There may have been many different geniuses from the two continents recorded in this place, but for some reason, when he finished reading the information of the troublesome ghost, he no longer had the freshness he had before.

And doing so is already a voyeur of other people's privacy, so his conscience can't get by.

Soon after, Ling Zhishi took another step. After he had walked for an hour or two, the handwriting on the walls began to fade, and his pace slowed down.

Even if he didn't care about it before, but all the way down, Ling Zhishi had been glancing at the wall a few times, although he saw many familiar names, but he didn't have his own name, and there was still a trace of loss in his heart.

Although an ordinary Dust Realm cultivator walked for a day and a night without resting, not long after the handwriting disappeared, Ling Zhishi leaned against the wall to rest.

Because in this mysterious place where he could not see his fingers, only a faint light illuminated the road ahead, the boredom and boredom soon made him feel tired.

If he hadn't endured a lot of loneliness and loneliness over the years, he would have given up on this.

Ling Zhishi leaned against the wall and sighed softly.

Maybe he hid in a dark alley for a long time when he was a child, and now even an unknown space can bring him a glimmer of safety. Thinking back to the time when the ancient pagoda was broken, the disdainful expression back then is now recalled as young and frivolous, self-righteous.

Thinking that his long-term persistence could be rewarded, he worked hard for five years to survive in this troubled world, relying on his father's method to break the ancient pagoda that the geniuses of the Ling family could not break, and he was still so arrogant and disdainful at that time.

He didn't blame his father, he only blamed himself for breaking the ancient pagoda through a shortcut, and he was still arrogant, breaking the ancient pagoda was just a path of immortal cultivation that his father guided him.

After adjusting his emotions, Ling Zhishi stood up, intending to move on. Because he knows that when there is a path before him, he is destined not to have a good rest.

"Huh~" Ling Zhishi, who had just stood up, only felt a cool breeze behind him, and before he could be vigilant, the oil lamp in his hand was suddenly blown out.

The cold yin wind whistled from the hole in front of him, Ling Zhishi gently placed the oil lamp on the ground, his eyes were blazing in the darkness, his hand was only two inches away from the hilt of the sword, if something happened, he could swing the sword away as soon as possible.

After a while, the surroundings were quiet, and even Ling Zhishi's breathing could no longer be heard, because he had already concealed his breath, even after so long, nothing had happened, but he was still leaning against the wall, not daring to act rashly.

He wouldn't believe it if it was just an ordinary air flow that killed him.

It had been three or four hours since he stepped into the stone dragon without a hint of wind and grass, and as soon as he reached the place where the handwriting ended, something strange happened. Either the exit ahead was too far away from him, and it would take a few hours for the Merry to get to where he was, or it was something artificially or something.

Ling Zhishi no longer had the tiredness he had before, his hands were on the wall, and he walked forward cautiously, because he couldn't retreat now, to be precise, there was no way for him to retreat, he could only move forward!

It had been more than ten minutes since the previous yin wind, and Ling Zhishi had been in a state of concealment, as long as he slowly groped forward like this, the danger was greatly reduced.

If there was really an enemy in front of him, he would already have a sword in his hand and could resist as soon as possible, but Ling Zhishi's heart suddenly sudden, and his breath suddenly panicked, and the burning heat in his heart and the desire in his eyes made him suddenly dizzy.

It's that familiarity again, but it's ...... He could feel it, it was very close to him this time......

Ling Zhishi's hands immediately broke away from the wall, standing in the middle of the road, observing the darkness around him, he had a hunch that this thing was very important to him, and the heart in his chest was also pounding, and that inexplicable feeling didn't know why he was excited.

Finally, when he was faced with darkness, his heart throbbed, he didn't know if there was a road ahead, he couldn't even tell the difference between east and west, north and south, but his instinct told him that what he was looking for was ahead.

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Zhishi walked forward, although he was much calmer now than before, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a more scorching restlessness than before.

Suddenly, Ling Zhishi stopped, if the path he had chosen before had only made him half-convinced, then now he must have believed his choice, because in front of him, a huge stone statue of the goddess was carved.

He didn't know if it was a goddess, but this carved woman had an incomparable charm, just like a fairy standing in front of him, and Ling Zhishi couldn't extricate himself just by looking at it.

"Xuan Qing decides, move!" Ling Zhishi made up his mind fiercely in his heart, but when he reacted, he was already out of breath.

This statue is too terrifying, if it weren't for his strong mind, there was a trace of space for him to cast the Xuanqing Decisive Crack, otherwise he would really be suppressed by that powerful desire, his brain was blank, he felt that everything was boring, and his body didn't even want to move.

Ling Zhishi covered his eyes with his hands, trying not to look at the statue's face, and only looked at everything around him with the gap between his hands.

In front of him was a pool of crystal clear water, and the statue was meditating in the middle of the pool, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that the statue had a transparent bead on its hovering legs.

Seeing this bead, Ling Zhishi's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up again, excitement and nervousness immediately covered his mind, and a sense of familiarity suddenly came to his heart, as if this bead was originally his.

Ling Zhishi didn't hesitate, he didn't even have a trace of vigilance, and stepped into the pool like this.

As soon as he stepped into the pool, some of the clothes covered by the water were slowly disappearing, but his flesh was not hurt at all, and he even felt a little clear and cool.