Bei Zhushu died in disbelief, because of the spirit pet contract, she didn't have time to make even the slightest act of resistance before she died.

Bei Zhushu didn't understand why this happened until she died, Lin Zhuowen Ming gave her so many spirit stone pills, Lin Zhuo Wenming obviously valued her ability very much, and wanted to cultivate her as her own help, but she didn't know that Lin Zhuowen valued her bloodline more, after Tong Guò took the demon red refined by Fuji Jiu's blood and obtained the magical ability of entering the wood, Lin Zhuowen had already decided the final destination of Bei Zhushu, or rather, Lin Zhuowen had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Mirage shells are not uncommon in the Crystal Palace, but they are extremely rare in the outside world of cultivating immortals, at least Lin Zhuowen has not seen other mirage shells other than Bei Zhushu, and mirage shells have existed tens of millions of years ago, which can be said to be a very ancient species, although it has the characteristics of "illusion and incomprehensibility", but it can be accepted as a spiritual pet by the first person in the immortal cultivation world at that time, and it must have its advantages.

Although it is not clear what he can get from the bloodline of the mirage shell, but these are enough for Lin Zhuowen to gamble, what is rare is that this Bei Zhushu is still a five-line all-spirit root, which is suitable for Lin Zhuowen to cultivate the "Ten Demon Bodies" now Lin Zhuowen also thought about whether he should let the little demon shell be used as a reserve resource for the fifth and sixth layers of cultivation in the future, but after thinking about it, he still gave up this idea, because the cultivation of the five-system all-spirit root is too expensive, not only resources, but also time, and when Bei Zhushu is promoted to the fifth-level demon beast, he doesn't know how long he will have to wait, Lin Zhuowen doesn't think this investment is cost-effective.

In a word. With Bei Zhushu's blood, Lin Zhuowen can continue to cultivate the "Ten Demon Bodies" again, but he doesn't know where to find the demon beast blood needed for the next layer, you must know that the higher the level of the demon beasts needed in the future, the higher the level of the high-level demon beasts, it is extremely rare for high-level demon beasts to have five spiritual roots, after the immortal net was restored, the task of purchasing the fresh corpses of high-level five-system demon beasts with all attributes at a high price has been hanging, and the rewards are very rich, but no one has completed them so far, just because such demon beasts are too rare.

Belch. Don't say anything that you can't bear to bear. In Lin Zhuowen's opinion, there is no psychological burden on Bei Zhushu's shot, if he wasn't lucky enough at the beginning, now his body is afraid that he has been completely occupied and controlled by Bei Zhushu. He can only become a prisoner imprisoned in her body. Or she will be directly made crazy and stupid. Compared with the means that Bei Zhushu once wanted to use on himself, Lin Zhuowen felt that it was already very merciful for him to let her die so happily.

Although having the mirage Bei Demon Red can improve his strength a little more, he still hasn't thought of any solution to the problem that he has few spirit stones left. I was irritable and bored in the cave, so I simply moved a recliner to bask in the sun at the entrance of the cave.

A few early birds were foraging, and the birds and finches in this mountain were not afraid of people, and one of them fell directly on Lin Zhuowen's head, wanting to see if there was anything to eat in his hair, Lin Zhuowen was funny in his heart, what a stupid bird, somehow, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he took out a bamboo flute and played it, this bamboo flute was still made when he was just out of the storm sea area and the stupid girl Zhu'er.

The sound of the flute is as crisp as a birdsong, in this morning when the dew has not yet dried, like an invisible ripple rippling around, awakening the low-hanging blades of grass, and also waking up the hazy mountains, making the spring water tinkling like a bell, and letting the trees stretch in the wind.

Is it the sound of the flute that makes the world different, or is the world so alive that the sound of the flute just lifts the veil in front of me?

Lin Zhuowen is in a depressed mood, wants to blow a song to soothe the mood, does not want the flute but introduces himself to another world, Lin Zhuowen feels that this qiē is very beautiful, simply close his eyes, let the rhythm under his lips ripple at will, and he melts into this living world, the flute seems to have become his own language, a universal language in the world, Lin Zhuowen uses the flute to connect the world to communicate with all things, share their joys, share their sorrows, or listen to their stories, recall their experiences.

It's just that no matter which one it is, it seems to be a clear spring, flowing through Lin Zhuowen's heart, bringing a trace of Lin Zhuowen's irritability and depression, while sharing their feelings, they also share their own depression, the flute continues, Lin Zhuowen's heart slowly becomes calm, and his mood is becoming more and more pure, like a clear lake water, which can penetrate the bottom of the water at a glance.

I don't know when, the flute stopped, Lin Zhuowen slowly put down the flute, and slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just experienced a magical trip, and there were some indescribable things in his heart, but it was very comfortable.

I felt like I was back in my body, and the surrounding qiē was very quiet, but there were dozens of birds and finches on my body and around me, and only after my music was over did I flutter my wings and fly away.

Lin Zhuowen, who was in a good mood, didn't bother to tell whether these birds and sparrows stopped here because they admired the sound of their flutes or were lured by the sound similar to birdsong in their flutes, and when he looked down, he saw a person sitting cross-legged on the ground not far in front of him, an old man.

Generally, the old man will use words like gray hair and beard, but the old man in front of Lin Zhuowen has snow-white hair and beard, yes, it is snow-white, which is different from the white that the old man dyes his hair and beard because of his age, but a kind of white that exudes a silver luster, and the roots seem to be full of energy and vitality, which is completely different from the white of the old man's hair and beard because of the loss of vitality.

The old man's first impression of Lin Zhuowen was that this was an old man with a big white beard, because the old man's beard was extremely long, and when he sat cross-legged, he was directly spread on the ground, like a snow-colored waterfall flowing down from the peak.

The old man with the big white beard had a ruddy and smooth complexion, without the slightest wrinkle, like a newborn baby, and if his hair and beard were hung clean, he would definitely be regarded as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy or even younger.

Lin Zhuowen did not alarm the old man, but gently got up and returned to the cave, because the old man was cultivating, although he didn't know why the old man suddenly ran to his cave to cultivate, but I think it should have something to do with the sound of the flute just now.

Lin Zhuowen didn't dare to disturb the old man, let alone drive it away, because only from the breath emanating from the old man, Lin Zhuowen knew that this old man was not an ordinary person, that kind of breath was natural, and it could trigger changes in the surrounding aura between one breath and one breath, as far as Lin Zhuowen knew, even the immortal cultivators of the Jindan period would definitely not reach this height, Lin Zhuowen was ninety percent sure that this old man should be a monk in the Yuan Infant Period, maybe not only in the early Yuan Infant Period. (To be continued......)

PS: Don't wait, everyone, I can only change it again today...... I'm really sorry