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There was no need to look for the Soul Fixing Grass, and Lin Yi and Izumoko walked much more briskly.

Unexpectedly, he would bump into Lan Qi'er halfway, and the weak-hearted Lin Shengsheng was afraid that the other party would see through it, so he didn't dare to speak out. Fortunately, this 'illusion technique' is quite magical, and it is not something that can be explored by the foundation building monks at all.

After entering the soul stream ten miles away, Izumoko couldn't wait to take out the soul fixing grass, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and a layer of debris scattered all over his body with a faint fluorescence. There is a kind of learning, and Lin Yi is also concocted in the same way.

When I came to the hinterland of the Soul Stream, the fog beneath my feet became heavier. The mountains on both sides grew taller and taller, and the sky was much darker. In the windless mountain stream, the clouds and mist are slowly surging, and a yin wind is coming.

"Oh yes, there's a ghost in this stream!" Izumo muttered with a heart palpitation, and her feet became hesitant.

Lin Yi's feet also became cautious, the clouds and mist that surged to his side, with a heavy cold air, had faded before he could reach his clothes, this should be the effect of the Soul Fixing Grass. Even so, the bone-chilling chill was still slowly coming, making people's hearts beat wildly.

He hadn't gone far when a figure appeared in front of him. It was a monk who was practicing qi, and he screamed alone like a hysteria, alarming the other monks in the past. Lin Yi and Izumoko also stopped far away and looked at each other in amazement.

The man frantically stood there for a while, his expression became sluggish, and then he slowly sat down cross-legged, like a stone sculpture, and did not move.

"Without the help of the Soul Fixing Grass, how can this Soul Stream be easy to walk. Someone sighed, and someone asked, "This person is finished like this?"

"The soul is gone, leaving only a walking corpse. Hehe, maybe it will turn into another soul fixing grass!" someone sneered, but it only caused a few sighs. After that, no one paid any attention to the hapless monk.

Izumoko flicked the sleeves of her robe, took a few steps, and then turned back with lingering palpitations. Lin Yi retracted his gaze and silently raised his steps. The monk who was committed to the soul stream still had vitality in his body, but he had slowly merged with the cold fog around him.

The further you go, the more similar stone carvings there are in the stream, and some of them can only see a rough human shape. These monks who have lost their souls will one day turn into stones, and perhaps, they may really turn into a soul-fixing grass.

Eighty miles have passed since the hundred-mile-long soul stream, and the sky is getting darker and darker. In the wind, there were more monks sitting cross-legged in front of them.

Izumoko's scalp is numb and her face is pale. He chased to Lin Yi's side, looked at the figure sitting on the ground on one side, and said with difficulty: "Brother Lin! This broken place is not much different from a mass grave place, why do I always feel terrified!"

Before Lin Yi could speak, the figure on the ground turned around, so frightened that Yunzi jumped up all of a sudden, and screamed, "Damn it...... It's alive!" Such a big movement caused more figures to shake.

"Noise!" After the man on the ground let out a cold scold, he glanced at the panicked Izumoko, and snorted disdainfully: "Even if there is a Soul Fixing Grass, it will be difficult for your fifth-level cultivation to stay in the Soul Stream for a moment and a half. If you want to live, get back as soon as possible!"

At this time, Izumoko saw the situation in front of him clearly. There are no less than hundreds of monks in front, not soulless people, but monks from various immortal sects in Great Xia guarding here, probably waiting for the opening of the Heavenly Realm. He was too busy to be silent, with a pitiful look.

At the end of the mountain stream was pitch black, with endless winds blowing and chilling. Not far in front of him, most of them were monks in the Qi cultivation period, and the cultivation of the person who had just spoken was the ninth level of Qi cultivation. And the further they went, the higher the monk's cultivation became, and the figure was relatively rarer. So many monks crowded here, enduring the invasion of the yin wind, just to complete the opening of the Heavenly Realm.

Lin Yi turned around and said, "Whether you want to wait or turn around and leave, please consider yourself in the friendship of Izumo Zimichi!" He took a few steps back, found a place by himself, and sat cross-legged.

The fat on Izumoko's face trembled, and she snorted angrily, and sat down at a distance of one or two feet from Lin. After a while, the cold qi came, and he was a little unbearable, so he hurriedly took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and before long, he quietly took out a soul fixing grass, crushed it and sprinkled it on his body.

Lin Yi's expression remained unchanged, his hands were sealed, and he sat quietly and breathed. His divine sense didn't dare to go far, but he could see Izumoko's movements clearly.

Shaking his head secretly, Lin Yi raised his eyes. At this time, as if before dawn, the sky was like ink, but the cold air came in bursts, and occasionally there were ghosts crying wolf howls, which hit the heart and made people feel terrified.

The spiritual power operated, and the Xuantian shield was hidden under the clothes to protect the whole body, and Lin Yi held his breath, concentrating, and guarding one, not moved by external objects. After a while, the sound of teeth chattering was heard. Knowing that it was Izumoko who was supporting himself, he couldn't persuade him again, so he could only pretend not to know.

The cold air poured in from all directions, and the palpitating coldness made Izumoko, who was uncertain, shrink into a flesh* ball. wanted to turn around and run back, leaving this cold place early, but there was an inexplicable persistence that made him grit his teeth and hold on. Even if there is a soul fixing grass to protect the body, the soul is temporarily safe, but the chill to the bones is coming, and the unbearable cold still makes people shiver.

In a few hours, April 15 will be the fifteenth. At that time, the door of the Heavenly Realm will be opened, and countless heavenly and earthly treasures and fairy realms will be bent over. He, Izumoko, will also take this step to the sky.

The untimely Tatsuko passed little by little in Izumoko's self-comfort.

I don't know when, at the end of the soul stream, there was a sudden shaking like a mountain. Many monks in the stream looked at it intently.

At the end of the inky black mountain stream, a huge gate of light appeared, and a dazzling light suddenly leaked out, like the rising sun, and like a hole in the long-hidden sky. The moment that dazzling light appeared, people couldn't help but close their eyes, and they couldn't wait to look at it again.

"Fuck it...... It's finally dawn!" Izumoko's teeth chattered, and she squeezed out a sentence with a shudder, and there was a sense of joy in her words. Lin Yi was unmoved, but lowered his head by the bright light. With a layer of frost on his body, he slowly got up and sighed softly.

The crowd stirred, and many of the monks rose and moved slowly towards the light at the end of the mountain stream.

Looking around, Lin Yi walked forward with the crowd. The further I went, the brighter the light at the end of the mountain stream grew, and I had to shrink my eyes. From time to time, a figure flashed away at the light gate, urging everyone's footsteps to speed up unconsciously.

I went forward three or five miles, and I was like day. I vaguely saw many familiar figures, among them the people of the Zhengyang Sect who had not been seen for a long time, as well as those few enemies. Naturally, what catches the eye is Na Shengxue's white clothes. When those figures disappeared into the light, the monks beside Lin Yi suddenly quickened their pace, and some of them had already shown their bodies and hurried away.

"Brother Lin, it's better to be sooner than too late! you and I will meet again after the Heavenly Realm!" Izumoko came out from the side, turned around and shouted, and then rushed forward with unusual agility.

Watching the fat figure disappear in front of him, Lin Yi's feet were unhurried. The passage to the Heavenly Realm will be opened for a day, so why be so anxious!

As we got closer, a tall cliff blocked the end of the mountain stream. The dazzling and dazzling light gate turned out to be a hole a few zhang in size, with brilliance blooming, forcing people to open their eyes.

Lin turned around and saw that there were not many monks behind him with different expressions, and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the cave. He hesitated for a moment, and continued to move forward.

Walking a short distance with his head down, bathed in a strong light, he could feel a strong gravitational pull coming from the entrance of the cave. Lin Yi wanted to take another step, but suddenly felt that his body was light, and he flew forward.

At the moment when the brilliance flowed, the objects in front of him changed, and Lin Yi, who was secretly attentive, felt that his feet were on the ground, and he hurriedly jumped forward, not forgetting to pay attention to look around. When he fell again, his expression changed, his feet were fast, and his figure jumped up.

"Kara-"

A flash of lightning, with a "boom", hit the place where Lin Fangcai was standing, and the gravel splashed, and the sound was amazing.