Mochen followed Phantom Ying all the way, slowly moving forward in the position karma map.

The sky in the karmic map is unchanged, and it will always be a blue sky and clouds.

Although Mochen has been to the Position Map many times, there are still some places that cannot be entered outside the seemingly endless reed fields.

For example, the dark blue crystal river in front of him meanders into the endless thick fog, and the sound of the water does not know its source, let alone its final flow.

Mochen had been here before, when he entered the Position Karma Diagram for the second time, when he dissolved the fog of the eight directions.

But who knew that this place was gray and foggy, but it could not be dispersed, as if there was a prohibition blocking the progress of Mochen, helpless, he could only suppress the doubts in his heart and bypass the river directly.

At this time, Ink Dust and Phantom Ying stood in front of the river, the prohibition of the river had subsided for some reason, and it was probably because of the injection of the power of the world, and the gray fog seemed to have faded a little.

The closer they got to the river, the darker the sky felt, and the sun set and the moon rose, as if not because of the passage of time, but because of the distance from the river, until the two of them stood on the bank of the river, and the sky and earth suddenly entered the night.

Looking at Mo Chen, there was still a thin gray mist floating on the river, and the moonlight sprinkled down and scattered in it, flowing back and forth, but there was a bit of sadness, which was incompatible with the pattern in the entire position karma map.

Suddenly, from the upper reaches of the river, at the source of the gray mist, a hazy light emitted, mixed with the moonlight mist, confused.

Mo Chen estimated that he was about twenty or thirty zhang away from him.

Who knew that Mo Chen was suddenly startled, because he saw that this light was actually a lamp, and the lamp was on a boat.

The body of the boat is white, and there is a man in white standing on it, because of the mist and halo, the face of the man in white cannot be seen clearly, and only a swirl can be seen embedded in the part of the face, slowly rotating, weird and terrifying.

The man in white stood on a white boat, holding a miserable white flag, like a spirit flag used in funerals.

The speed of the river is very slow and quiet, and the boat has no oars, but only the current, which is slowly descending, so it is also very slow and quiet.

There was an inexplicable voice, complicated, chaotic.

Ink Dust heard a cry, or a song.

It seems to be the voice of the dead, the wail of the unjust soul, which makes people feel a chill in their hearts.

The depressing fog, the gloomy and strange man in white, the riverside without birds and insects, hearing this kind of crying and complaining song, if you are a little timid, I am afraid that you will already faint with fright.

Mo Chen's heart is resolute, he has experienced several battles, and he has also gone through several battles on the road of life and death, and he is not affected.

But this kind of singing voice seems to have magical power, which makes Mo Chen suddenly feel lighter, and the entire center of his eyebrows itches unbearably, as if something is about to break out.

"Stick to your heart, don't let the 'Sun Wandering God' suck your soul in. Phantom Ying's red lips did not move, but it was the divine consciousness that transmitted the sound, and went straight into the sea of ink and dust to help him regain his clarity.

"The God of Day Travel" Mo Chen has heard that this is the Nine Shadows Demon, taking the Yellow Spring as the avenue, roaming the world and supervising good and evil.

It's just that what Mo Chen didn't expect was that in this demon spirit position karma map, there was also the existence of the Sun Wandering God.

Seeing that the sun wandering god who was singing the sad song of the deceased didn't seem to notice the two of them, they still moved forward slowly, shaking the white flag constantly, which was also a habitual move.

But I saw that the ghostly fires were born out of thin air, burning with a terrifying crackling sound, and they were sucked into the spirit flag one by one.

The white boat went down the river, getting closer and closer, and the suction of the white flag gradually increased as the distance approached, and Mo Chen only felt that his consciousness was chaotic, and the center of his eyebrows became more and more agitated, and the whole person seemed to be about to fly into the air immediately.

This is a sign that the soul is about to break out of the body, Mo Chen did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly used his spirit to condense his qi and hold on to his heart.

Perhaps it was the influence of Fang Cai's visualization that Mo Chen couldn't help but think of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in such a critical situation.

If it is in a trance, it returns to nothingness, but in the dark, it seems to be crooked, and the soul of the body gradually settles down as the visualization continues.

Only then did Mo Chen understand why Phantom Ying had taught him how to visualize.

Forging the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow for him is one of them, and it is also quite important for him to have the ability to resist the soul sucking of this day's wandering god.

As he became more and more proficient in his visualization, Mo Chen's mind sank into the sea, but his divine consciousness bloomed, observing all the movements on the river.

But who knew that as soon as his divine consciousness touched the crystal river, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

It was the pain that came from the divine soul, and just now, his divine soul actually melted a little bit because he touched a little bit of the river, which made him suffer so much.

This river, which seemed so dazzling from afar, was so terrifying that it could dissolve the soul.

After suffering a loss, Mo Chen's eyes grew and only kept his divine consciousness above the surface of the water.

Fortunately, the river is calm, there are no waves, and the spread of Mochen's divine sense is also handy.

Gradually, the white boat got closer, and Mo Chen realized why this lonely boat was white, because it was a paper boat, and I didn't know what paper it was forged for.

In the miserable white gray fog, under the dim lone lamp, Mo Chen saw the whole picture of the Sun Wandering God clearly.

There are no facial features, let alone feet, an empty white robe, as ethereal as a soul, only a whirlpool at the face, as if tearing everything.

The distance between Mochen and the Sun Wandering God is already almost close, if you get through this section, then the Sun Wandering God will go straight down the stream, gradually drifting away, and all difficulties will be solved.

But if he can't do it, he may be like those sparks and ghosts, throwing himself into the miserable white spirit flag.

The ethereal and hoarse sad song, the black curtain fell into the sky, and suddenly I heard a hundred ghosts singing together, which was a language that Mo Chen could not understand, and was sung by the god of the sun.

Not daring to slack off, Mo Chen withdrew all his divine sense, and visualized with all his might, the hilt, the sword body, the tip of the sword, and any details of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow were constantly visualized and condensed by him.

This not only made his soul stable and not affected by the Sun Wandering God, but also gave him a new understanding of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, and his luck in the future will be more casual.

The sword is born from the heart, and if the heart is at ease, the sword is at ease.

This is a fierce battle with the demon for the soul, but it is not a cultivation to condense the soul.

If his soul and body are combined, blended into one, and condensed incomparably, even if he does not perform the method of visualization, the Sun Wandering God will not be able to pull his soul out of the body.

Mochen is like this, meditating and contemplating, his heart is sinking into the sea, and when he comes back to his senses, it is the moon and stars, the gray fog has completely dissipated, and there are still paper boats, lone lamps, white flags and mysterious sun-traveling gods on the river.

Mo Chen turned his head and asked at Phantom Ying, "Senior, what is this river?"

Phantom Ying said lightly: "Nine Secluded Yellow Springs." ”