The Gloomy Wind is a natural phenomenon unique to the Nightmare Dunes and is extremely lethal.

In ancient times, the Great War of the Seven Realms.

There was once a great treasure in the Ghost Domain that could be used to induce the Yin Gang Wind, and with the Yin Gang Wind, that great power killed countless enemies, and the Ten Thousand Domains trembled.

Although that great power was later killed in the siege of other realm powers, the horror of the sinister wind still left an indelible impression on the Seven Realms.

Lu Wanxiao was the witness, participant, and even ...... of the war that year

Facilitators.

The army he led also suffered a lot of losses under the evil wind of the ghost domain.

Because of this, he had studied the method of cracking the Yin Evil Wind, and if he succeeded, the power of the Ghost Domain was equivalent to indirectly dying at his hands.

The ultimate beneficiary of that Seven Realms War was not him, nor was it the Ghost Domain, but the Ghost Domain could also be said to have shined in the development of that year.

So although it was the first time he came to the Ghost Domain, he actually knew the Ghost Domain very well, after all, he knew himself and his opponent, and he would not be defeated in a hundred battles.

"The wind is not directed against the body, but only at the soul. Lu Wanxiao touched her chin and smacked her lips, "The vast majority of ghost domain creatures do not have physical protection, so this is almost incomprehensible to ghost domain creatures. ”

After saying that, he glanced at the two skeletons, and the two sand sculptures were still twitching wildly.

The corners of Lu Wanxiao's mouth curled slightly, and she said lightly: "Especially this kind of low-level ghost realm creature, it dies the fastest." ”

"Half right, half wrong. Just as he finished speaking, an old voice suddenly reached his ears.

The sudden sound made Lu Wanxiao's heart suddenly, this was obviously not the voice of the two sand sculpture skeletons.

Before that, he didn't even notice that there was a fourth person here!

Following the reputation, it turned out that there was a red spirit cage on his right hand, looming in the wind and sand.

It was precisely because the wind and sand disturbed his hearing and hearing, and his current strength was not strong, so he couldn't find the fourth person.

At this time, he stared intently, his gaze through the wind and sand, through the red spirit cage, just in time to see......

In the cage, a thin old man with sparse hair and a withered face sat cross-legged on his knees, his cloudy old eyes half-open and half-closed, as if he was sleeping.

It was this old man who spoke just now.

"What do you mean by this?" Lu Wanxiao raised her eyebrows, "What is the right half and the wrong half?"

The old man's cloudy old eyes were still half-squinted, and he glanced at the two skeletons who were entertaining themselves, and said tremblingly: "Skeletons are indeed the lowest creatures in the ghost realm, but the two of them are not simple. ”

"Oh?" Lu Wanxiao glanced at the two skeletons again in surprise - these two sand sculptures had never stopped mocking him silently just now, and this persistence was indeed not simple......

"Just them?" Lu Wanxiao sneered: "The ghost qi is only at the level of a three-star deed, the flame of the soul is uncertain, and the IQ is also worrying, how advanced can such a fool be?"

Hearing this, the corners of the old man's mouth drooped out of a mocking arc, and he said weakly: "What if the old man said that they have survived in this cage for more than one hundred and fifty years?"

"One hundred and fifty years?" Lu Wanxiao frowned, and turned her head to look at the two sand sculpture skeletons again.

Once a month, the sinister wind swept through the nightmare sand dunes, and ordinary ghost realm creatures died at the slightest touch, but these two sand sculptures could last for a hundred and fifty years?

And the old man is not simple, if he can know this, it means that he is not just here, and he can also withstand the evil wind!

At first glance, the two skeletons are still like that, weak, obscene, low-level, and inferior......

But looking at it, he finally found a clue for Lu Wanxiao.

Although the flame of the Skeleton Brothers' soul is uncertain, it seems to be extremely weak, like a candle fluttering in the wind......

But they gather but do not disperse!

Lu Wanxiao's pupils shrank, and her gaze locked on the deepest part of the Skeleton Brothers' soul fire.

It turned out that inside their soul fire, there was a thin thread like a hair shuttling constantly, maintaining the stability of the soul fire like a needle of the sea god.

"This is ......" Lu Wanxiao's eyes showed a look of doubt, a little unsure of what the thin thread like hair was.

But when he searched the memories in his mind, his pupils instantly shrank into a point, and although his face could still remain calm, his heart had already set off a monstrous wave.

"This is the soul silk!" This is the first time that Lu Wanxiao has been so out of shape since he woke up.

"You kid is a little bit knowledgeable. The old man looked at the skeleton, squinted his eyes and said, "Condense the soul into silk, as long as the soul thread is immortal, they will be eternal and immortal."

But how easy is it to extinguish that wisp of soul silk?

That wisp of soul silk has long been equivalent to substance, out of nothingness, and the means of ordinary soul attacks are completely ineffective against soul silk, only physical attacks can destroy it.

But the problem is, after all, the soul silk belongs to the category of the soul, and although it is equivalent to the substance, it is not something that ordinary physical attacks can attack......"

The old man gushed and stared greedily at the skeleton brother's soul thread, and the obvious longing was evident in his eyes.

The same is true for Lu Wanxiao.

The importance of that soul thread to him...... More than life!

His status is noble, and he was the master of the Chaos Ruins before he was reincarnated and rebuilt, and he is called "Palm Honor", which means that the palm is born and dies, and the hand is respected.

Because of him, the original Six Realms became the Seven Realms, and the Ruins of Chaos became one of their own.

He is the pride of the sky, the demon of the demons, the speed of cultivation, the strength of the strength, the number of hole cards, once dictated an era.

But because of this, when he was trying to attack the higher level and become the top few existences in the Seven Realms, he only discovered it at the critical moment when he was just about to kick the door......

It turned out that the Dao Foundation that he thought was immortal could not shake the barrier of advancement at all.

It turned out that the soul he thought was as solid as a rock was vulnerable in front of the demons in his heart.

The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, the person who hears the Tao dies at the end of the day, he fails to advance to the ranks, his body does not exist, his soul is scattered, and there is only a way to fall that awaits him.

Lu Wanxiao is indeed worthy of being the existence of an era, and just when the only mark he lived in this world, the true spirit, was about to be dispersed, he realized it.

Realized the unprecedented method of "reincarnation of true spirits, military liberation and reconstruction".

In the end, with the assistance of his most beloved apprentice, Wangshuo, he was successfully reincarnated, which led to today's Lu Wanxiao.

Of course, before he was reincarnated, he left a hand - sealing the memories of hope.

Now no one but himself knew that the owner of the Ruins of Chaos was gone, only that he was still in retreat.

At his level, it is ordinary to retreat for tens of thousands of years at a time, let alone die.

Originally, in a hurry, he just wanted to reincarnate in the human world and slowly re-cultivate, but he didn't think too much, but by mistake, he came to the ghost realm by mistake.

So there's everything that happened before.

The moment he saw the soul silk, he knew that he was wrong, and he also understood his path in this life.

In the past, his soul was indeed very strong, invincible in his generation, and he stood at the top, but it was far from enough to face the barriers to promotion.

After all, his soul is nothing, and a drop of water can pierce a stone, because water is tangible;

In other words, can smoke penetrate stones? Obviously not.

Throughout the ages, there has never been a cultivator who has been able to turn the soul into substance, and there was a soul thread before the ancient times, but no one has ever seen it.

Before this, Lu Wanxiao felt that the legends were all lies, but at this moment......

He was incredibly convinced!

The method of condensing the soul silk, he must get it!