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Heavenly Death Department, Snow Mountain!

A figure in the shape of a human monk, sitting alone on the top of the mountain, cultivating cross-legged.

The snowflakes that fluttered one after another, before they fell on his body, completely melted and evaporated into mist, and this person sat on a boulder, surrounded by white gas, quite a bit of immortal atmosphere.

His appearance is also quite outstanding, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, a nose like a gall, a slender and straight figure, although he has not opened his eyes, but he can also imagine the clear divine light in it.

It's just that his face is a little strange, sometimes hideous and vicious, sometimes warm as jade, as if he is experiencing a dream that is intertwined with beauty and ugliness, or maybe there are two souls living in his body......

A little white light, from far and near the sky, with a slight whistling sound of air currents.

The young monk's eyebrows fluttered, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot a cold and ruthless look, as if he was very dissatisfied that someone had disturbed his cultivation. His gaze showed a thick dark blue color, with the cultivation of the Dark Soul Realm, and the power of the Yuan Shen seemed to be quite profound.

The white light flew to his side, and he stretched out two fingers and clamped it steadily, which turned out to be a messenger jade talisman.

The young monk's divine sense entered the jade talisman, read it for a moment, his face softened slightly, he stood up, patted his white robe, and swept towards the west.

After a while, this person returned to the city of the Heavenly Death Department, this tribe is much larger than the Black Wind Department, there are about more than 200,000 soul clans, continuous houses, forming a small city, from time to time in the city can be seen with physical soul clans, demon beasts are rare, and human races are the majority. It is also conceivable that the strength of this tribe is not trivial.

"I've seen the Son of the Moon!"

"Meet the young master!"

Along the way, from time to time, there were soul clans saluting the young monk, with a respectful expression and a little fear, it seemed that this person was very powerful, and he was even more ferocious and ruthless.

The young monk looked arrogant. Without saying a word, without looking at them, he rushed straight to the temple of the Heavenly Death Department.

He has the ability to be proud, his father is the Great Elder of the Heavenly Death Department, Ghost Daolin, his name is Ghost Ciyue, as soon as he was born, he was considered to be extremely talented, and he must be a secret soul master in the future, maybe he may go further. Therefore, he is very favored by the ghost Daolin, and he is a person under the Heavenly Death Department and above ten thousand people.

Although the ghost is arrogant, but the personality is quite forbearing, and the vision is extremely high, since he began to practice the soul clan exercises, the ghost Dao Lin has robbed him of a lot of human bodies for the purpose of snatching up, but after he saw it. They were all rejected by him one by one and got zuihou. Even his father, Ghost Daolin, was not interested in this son and ignored him.

Therefore, when he cultivated to the Dark Soul Realm, he never waited for the best physical body, and he also caused a lot of rumors, compared to the monks of the same generation. Although the power of the Yuan Shen is not bad, because he has no physical body, he cannot use his mana supernatural powers, and he lacks many means, and he is gradually overtaken by other genius soul clans. I have also been bullied and humiliated a lot.

Sixty or seventy years ago, when the soul clans of the Heavenly Death Department went south to hunt, they brought back a group of terrans with excellent qualifications, and the ghost Ciyue finally waited for the perfect body that he had been waiting for hundreds of years, and after forcibly taking it, he endured it for decades and cultivated mana.

One day later, the ghost resignation moon suddenly broke through the barrier, destroyed the body of the monk of the same generation who had oppressed him, and beat him back to the body of the original god.

Soon, Ghost Ciyue entered the temple of the Heavenly Death Department, this temple is obviously much larger than the Black Wind Department, heavily guarded, and the unique aura of prohibition comes from all over the temple.

The light in the temple was extremely dim, full of dark and terrifying eerie taste, and after the ghost moon entered, she skillfully turned a few corners, stepped up the stairs, and reached the house at the highest point of the temple.

A monk in a black robe, standing by the window, stared coldly at everything beneath his feet. This person seemed to melt into the darkness, except for a pair of eyes with fine light flowing from time to time, his appearance and figure were extremely blurred, making it impossible to distinguish, and a strange aura was constantly circling around him.

"I've seen my father!"

Ghost Ciyue bowed, and the black-robed monk was his father, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Death Department.

Ghost Daolin didn't look at him, his eyes were gloomy, and he said slowly: "My younger brother, your uncle, Ghost Rain Shake, completely disappeared between heaven and earth half an hour ago. ”

Ghost Ciyue was stunned and said, "Didn't the second uncle fall in the Taiyi Gate decades ago?"

Ghost Daolin shook his head and said: "His scheming even I am willing to bow down, I also thought that he had fallen a long time ago, but a few days ago, I suddenly noticed the subtle spiritual connection with him, presumably he had laid out the back road for the rebirth of the Yuan Shen long before he fell." ”

Ghost Ciyue thought for a while and said, "Where is the place where he Zuihou appeared?"

Ghost Daolin turned around suddenly, his eyes were like ghost fire, and he swayed and said: "In the northeast direction of the snow field, I want you to find out the person who killed him and bring him to me!"

Ghost Ciyue said: "Who is this person?"

Ghost Daolin sighed: "I don't know, you go to the north to find it, this person should be a human race monk, nine times out of ten from Taiyi Gate, your third uncle ghost does not know life and death, and I have no skills, so this matter has to be handed over to you to deal with." ”

Ghost Ciyue's face was bitter, and finding it with this clue was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, but she still nodded.

Ghost Dao said: "The guy in your head, how did you handle it?"

As soon as the words came out, the cold temperament of the ghost ciyue suddenly changed, the sun smiled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, and said calmly: "Thank you seniors for your concern, my son and I are now one and the same, without distinguishing each other, even with the means of our predecessors, it is impossible to separate us, let alone kill me." ”

Ghost Daolin's eyes were cold, looking at strangers, and said coldly: "You junior is extremely talented, obviously the power of the Yuan Shen is not as good as Ciyue, but he was not swallowed by him, but he tied his mind to him, and even I can't help you." ”

The strange monk in the mind of the ghost Ciyue smiled, and said calmly: "All things in the world, each other is born and restraining each other, your soul clan is indeed blessed, but it is not without weaknesses, poor and talented, just racking his brains to save his life, the predecessors praised it." ”

Ghost Daolin's face sank and said, "Boy, do you believe that I will kill you along with Ciyue?"

The strange monk smiled: "If the senior is to do it, I naturally have no opinion!"

......

Ye Bai traveled for more than 20 days in a row, all of them were safe and sound, he deliberately avoided those temples of the tribes passing by, at most he just looked for a few soul clans wandering outside the village to understand the local situation, and then left immediately.

The Plain of the Sky is vast, and there are many dangerous places where opportunities and risks coexist, some of which have good materials and treasures, but unfortunately Ye Bai is in a hurry to return to Taiyi Gate now, and has no intention of exploring, so he can only keep it in mind for the time being, and leave it for the future to make plans.

In order to prevent extraneous branches, Ye Bai almost crossed most of the Heavenly Plains this time, ran from the east to the west of the Snow Plain, and then turned to the south, in this way, although a lot of time was wasted, it staggered the danger of colliding with the two old monsters in the Ten Thousand Demon Sea.

The more you go to the hinterland of the soul clan, the traces of the two demons are getting weaker and fainter, and what you see along the way, the wind and waves are calm, but Ye Bai never believes that the two demons have easily given up and returned to the Ten Thousand Demon Sea, the biggest possibility is to provoke the master of the soul clan, although the two demons are the overlords of the sea, but they also hold the opponent with many people, although there is no problem in escaping, but if you want to find Ye Bai, you can only turn from light to dark.

What Ye Bai was most worried about was that these two demons sneaked into the wind and waited for the rabbits, so that he could only climb over the 100,000 snow mountains and slip over, but the danger of the 100,000 snow mountains was also unusual.

On this day, Ye Bai finally arrived at the western edge of the Gulan Tribe, the largest and oldest tribe of the Soul Clan, this tribe was far bigger than Ye Bai imagined, with millions of Soul Clans, countless buildings leaning together, and towering temples, all of which made Ye Bai's scalp numb.

In this tribe, how many soul clans have already taken away the human race, and how many are looking at the far south with great ambition, sharpening their knives......

The city was flickering, the monks were coming and going, and it seemed that some grand celebration was being held, and Ye Bai couldn't help but stop.

"Fellow Daoist, Linyuan Xianyu, it's better to retreat and form a net, although there are many treasures in the auction meeting of Gulan Jiazi, it is not something that small clan monks like you and me can participate in, but there is a good business in the next, I want to invite you to join me." ”

A pretended Sven voice sounded in Ye Bai's ears. (To be continued......)