Since stepping into the path of cultivation, except for the excitement and novelty at the beginning, Chen Ziang has never felt that kind of novel feeling.

As her cultivation became higher and her spirit manifested, her control over her emotions became more subtle, and all kinds of joy, joy, and even sadness, anger, panic and other emotions that she had used to have gradually disappeared into Chen Ziang's feelings.

Maybe it's because he's lived for a long time, he's seen more, and there are fewer things that used to move him.

Cultivators are ruthless, and I'm afraid that's why it's because of that.

It's just that after stepping into the gate of the Immortal Dao, he has a new feeling.

In that mysterious portal, Chen Ziang has gone through countless reincarnations and experienced the torture of the world over and over again, and it stands to reason that he should become more and more indifferent to his emotions.

But on the contrary, after achieving the immortal path, he once again returned to the childish heart that was full of curiosity about heaven and earth.

After all things, return to the original heart.

The experience of reincarnation made him truly see his true heart, joys and sorrows at will, without a trace of constraints.

"Little one, you're so fateful, you're not dead!"

The earth collapsed, the mountains and rivers cracked, and dozens of boulders piled up on top of the ruins to form a small hill, and at the bottom of the mountain was a boy with a pale face.

"You...... Are you an immortal?"

The boy opened his hazy eyes, and in a daze, a shadow with a soft light was flickering in front of him.

Yes, I am the legendary immortal. ”

Chen Ziang squatted down and gave the boy a thumbs up.

"Immortal, can you save me?"

The scene in front of him gradually became clear, the boy was already clear at this time, the person in front of him was barefoot in a gray robe, his face was clean, he was looking at himself with a smile, and the desire to survive made him speak.

"Of course, as an immortal, how can you see death without saving it!"

Chen Ziang nodded, and looked around left and right again.

"Wait, I'll find a guy first. ”

"Uh......"

The boy froze, as if he felt that something was wrong.

"You're an immortal, aren't you supposed to know spells?"

"The doll doesn't know, my body is fighting with a demon, at this moment, this body is really limited in mana!"

Chen Ziang swept around, shook his head helplessly, a radius of thousands of miles, there was not a single thing that echoed the request.

"Are you really an immortal?"

The boy began to be suspicious.

After all, the man who was squatting in front of him, except for his skin being better-looking, really didn't have the slightest rumored fairy demeanor.

"Of course!"

Chen Ziang's eyes widened.

"Look at it, I'll conjure a stick for you!"

"Okay!"

The boy lay on the ground with no strength.

"Look, come out for me!"

Chen Ziang pulled one hand into his ear, and a stick the thickness of his arm was dragged out by him.

Dancing twice with one hand, he raised his eyebrows and looked proud.

"How?

"Awesome!"

The boy praised sincerely, and opened his mouth curiously.

"How did you get this stick in your ears when it's so thick?"

"Uh......"

Chen Ziang's expression froze.

"That's not the point, okay!"

"Indeed!"

The boy nodded.

"Now that you have the stick, can you get me out? ”

"Of course!"

Chen Zi took a step forward and shoved the stick from the boy's side, pressing one end of the stick against the earth and the other end on his shoulder.

"Doll, wait a minute, as soon as I exert my strength, you will crawl out, do you know?"

This matter is a matter of life and death, and the boy naturally nodded fiercely with a serious face.

"Okay, get ready!"

Chen Ziang inhaled violently, his chest bulged, his feet stomped on the ground, and he suddenly exerted force, carrying the stick on his shoulders and pushing it upward.

"Quick...... Hurry up!"

Chen Ziang's body shook, his face was hideous, and he anxiously urged the boy below.

"I'm trying!"

The boy also gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, and his hands prostrated forward.

"But I don't think my legs are working?"

Chen Ziang glanced down.

"Nonsense, you have a broken leg, of course you can't use it!"

"Ahh

The boy's face turned pale, and the movements of his hands were even slower.

"Don't stop!"

Chen Ziang said hurriedly.

"I've got to go back and get my legs!"

"It's not good to do this later!"

"That's not going to work!"

"I&&"

"Boom ......"

"Ahh

The boy threw his head back and let out a terrible scream.

After half a ring, the boy with his lower body covered in blood finally crawled out from under the rocks.

Chen Ziang squatted beside him, holding two broken legs and gesturing back and forth.

"This is the right leg, this is the left leg, there's a bone missing here! ”

The boy looked down with a pale face, his eyes full of horror.

"Immortal, am I saved?"

"Don't worry, with me, I can't die!"

"Then my legs ......"

"Pick it up!"

Chen Ziang waved his hand, and I don't know what means he used, but he really connected the two broken legs.

"Although it is connected, the recovery will not be achieved in an instant. ”

Ignoring the pained expression on the boy's face, Chen Ziang flipped back and forth to check his legs.

"You can't go, it looks like you have to carry me on your back. ”

"Uncle Immortal, thank you for your hard work. ”

The boy said with a flattering face.

"You're welcome, it's fun to help others. ”

Chen Ziang waved his hand without mind.

"By the way, Doll, what's your name?"

"My surname is Wang, and my father usually calls me Xiaoqiang. ”

"What a name!"

Chen Ziang opened his mouth and praised.

"No wonder you're so fatal. ”

"Uh...... Does it have anything to do with that?"

Wang Qiang looked puzzled.

"It's a big deal. ”

Chen Ziang patted him on the shoulder and didn't explain.

"Where's your family?"

"My mother died early, where is my father over there. ”

Wang Qiang pointed in the distance.

Chen Ziang looked in the direction of his finger, and there were dozens of dead bodies scattered around.

"Look, I'll just say you're dead!"

Lifting the other party with one hand, a few steps, and came to the place where the dead bodies were piled up.

Most of these dead bodies were affected and died, and a small number of spirits dissipated, probably under the influence of the ghostly demonic sound.

"Which is your father?"

"That!"

Wang Qiang's eyes drooped, and his eyes were full of gloom.

A moment later, a lonely grave appeared in the wilderness, and the figure of the boy on his back gradually disappeared into the sky.

"Uncle Chen, where are we going?"

Lying on Chen Ziang's back, Wang Qiang's face was full of life, and his voice was also weak.

"Let's go find something to eat first. ”

Chen Ziang shook his body and pushed Wang Qiang up, there seemed to be thunder flashing in his eyes, he blinked, and suddenly disappeared in place with a single step.

And these, Wang Qiang, a boy who was already dizzy, did not notice it.

"Uncle Chen, where is this?"

Behind a low walled courtyard, Wang Qiang was lying on Chen Ziang's shoulder and whispered.

"A ghost country, I don't know exactly where it is. ”

Chen Ziang probed slightly from the courtyard of the wall, and cautiously looked at the pair of Yin soldiers who had stepped neatly across the road, lest they be noticed.

"Ghost Country?"

Wang Qiang's body shrank, and the hand that grabbed Chen Ziang's back collar tightened unconsciously.

"What is a ghost country?"

"Ghost country, as the name suggests, is a country formed by the convergence of ghosts and things. ”

Chen Ziang explained seriously.

"Yes...... But how did this thing come about? What are we doing here?"

Wang Qiang almost forgot that his body was hungry and thirsty, and his body trembled, and he was about to cry.

"Hey!"

Chen Ziang sighed faintly.

"Nowadays, the universe is reversed, the yin and yang are chaotic, the yin and yang are in the same place, the yin qi breeds, and ghosts are rampant, and it is not surprising that this situation occurs. ”

"Listening to their tone, the people of this ghost country should be a dynasty called the Great Sui 10,000 years ago. ”

"As for why we're here, of course, we're looking for something to eat! Your body is in dire need of nourishment. ”

"Forget it, Uncle Chen, why don't we change places?"

Wang Qiang squeezed his face and whispered.

"You think I want to come here, I can only come here, I can't run any farther!"

Chen Ziang rolled his eyes angrily.

It was not easy for him to walk with a man now.

"Gollum ......"

Wang Qiang was about to speak, but the voice in his stomach interrupted his words.

"Hungry ......"

"I know. ”

"Young man, let's eat a steamed bun!"

A snow-white steamed bun was handed over from behind.

"Thank you, auntie!"

Wang Qiang reached out to pick it up with a happy face.

"Uh...... , This steamed bun is eaten by ghosts, and you can't be hungry if you eat it. ”

Chen Ziang turned his head.

"Really?"

Wang Qiang blinked and stopped what he was doing.

"yes!"

Chen Ziang nodded.

The two glanced at each other and looked in the direction of the steamed buns handed over.

"Hell!"