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The old man surnamed Pang took a breath and looked horrified. There was a cold air behind him, and he didn't even dare to let go of his consciousness. However, he was very familiar with this feeling and the cold air behind him.
He could never forget that when they entered the colorful world for the second time, it was because of encountering this object that half of the fellow Taoists around them were taken away. In front of that mysterious object, they were just like mortals, without any trace of fear. The power of resistance.
Except for Wang Lin, who could clearly see the scenery behind everyone due to his position, no one else could see it.
"Remember not to let go of your spiritual consciousness!" Cang Songzi's face turned pale, and after sending out the last spiritual thought, he said nothing, his body was motionless, and even his eyes were tightly closed.
In Wang Lin¡¯s eyes, a person appeared behind everyone.
This is a strange man wearing gray clothes, but the body under the clothes is translucent and you can see the flesh and blood inside. He has no hair, and his eyes are lifeless at all. He is slowly walking from a distance step by step. .
He walked slowly, and it took him a long time to reach the corpse of the dragon. He did not see any movement. The corpse of the dragon immediately began to rot. In a moment, it turned into a piece of blood, but the strange thing was that the blood poured into the gray water. Inside the body of the clothed person.
The man in gray clothes still walked forward slowly with lifeless eyes.
The boy named Duanmu was at the end of the crowd. He was motionless at the moment, but his brows were furrowed. He could clearly feel the cold air behind him getting thicker and thicker. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man in gray walking past him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. .
But at this moment, the man in gray stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked at Duanmu Boy.
When his eyes met, the boy's mind couldn't help but tremble, his mind went blank for a moment, his eyes were confused, but above the sky spirit, there were phantoms of the sun and the moon, spinning above his head, forming a vortex, like the cycle of the sun and the moon. .
This illusory cycle of sun and moon is the actual embodiment of Duanmu boy's Taoist realm. It contains many imprints, which are the boy's artistic conception and magical power.
But at the moment, what shocked Wang Lin was that the illusory cycle of the sun and the moon emerged from the boy's heavenly spirit. It approached the man in gray in a strange way, gradually separated from the boy's body, and merged into the body of the man in gray. .
The confusion in the boy's eyes dissipated, and what was replaced was a look of death, without the slightest trace of life.
The man in gray turned around and walked forward.
The boy named Duanmu raised his steps, keeping the same pace as the man in gray, and followed him, walking slowly.
This strange scene immediately shocked the rest of the people. The old woman in green clothes did not blink and remained motionless. The same was true for Chen Tianjun in front of her, and even her gaze did not change at all.
The man in gray walked silently, passing by everyone. The boy behind him followed. As he walked, his hair gradually fell off and fell to the ground.
The body under his clothes is even more faintly transparent.
Not long after, the man in gray clothes walked in front of Wang Lin. Wang Lin remained motionless and concentrated while the man in gray clothes walked over without stopping. Behind him, the boy followed, and the two gradually walked away and disappeared in the distance.
The cold air around him slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared completely.
Cangsongzi shuddered and took a deep breath. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which he wiped away. The three people behind him also breathed a sigh of relief, with shock in their eyes.
"Hewho is he?" Chen Tianjun was shaken and whispered.
"The lost one." Cang Songzi said hoarsely with fear still in her eyes.
"Cang Songzi, what on earth is this place!" The old woman in blue had a gloomy look on her face, staring at Cangsongzi. She was just in front of Duanmu Tongzi, and she felt the strange scene very clearly and profoundly.
"Fellow Taoist Duanmu didn't listen to the advice, alas." The old man named Pang shook his head with a look of lingering fear on his face.
¡°I don¡¯t know what kind of place this is. As I said before, I call this place the Colorful World! The man in gray just now is called the Lost One. I can be sure of this.
In this colorful world, there are not many people who are lost. If they appear, as long as their consciousness and body do not move, there will be no danger. Once they move, they will be like fellow Taoist Duanmu! "Cang Songzi said in a deep voice.
"There were not many lost people here originally, but after you came, Cang Songzi, there were more and more people." Wang Lin stood up, looked at Cang Songzi, and said calmly.
The old woman in green shirt sneered and said nothing.
Chen Tianjun looked gloomy, stared at Cangsongzi, and said slowly: "Fellow Cangsongzi, you??Immortal Jade, using the Immortal Jade as a guide, you can get some Yuan Jing. "After Cangsongzi finished speaking, he led everyone to change direction again and went to many mist places in succession.
Using the same method, after consuming some immortal jade and collecting nearly 20,000 yuan crystals, Cang Songzi stopped collecting and returned to the narrow road.
"When I come back, I will collect some more for Fellow Daoist Lu on the other road. According to the previous amount, there should be about sixty or seventy thousand."
"Mingzhi, the way to seal the sky, all living beings need to survive countless tribulations, leave the deep prison with one obsession, and devote themselves to the practice of cultivation" Wang Lin's mind echoed the contents of the jade slip next to the skeleton, and he looked at the colorful body in front of him. The world nodded silently.
The outbreak of the third watch has been completed, and it has been four days in a row. I don¡¯t know how long I can last. My body can no longer bear it. (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com