Chapter 2391 Becoming a Spirit

Sixty years later, Zhao Yun walked out of the world in response to the calamity.

He has no consciousness and no memory. In his ignorance, he gradually becomes a spirit.

He is not alone, he is accompanied by the white moon, and the call of the word "dian" silently accompanies him.

This is a very long process.

The spirit is gestating and settling over the years.

No one knows that he is here, even if the great god in the restricted area passes by, he will not notice it because at this moment, he is still invisible and formless.

When it comes to the gods in restricted areas, they have really been busy in recent years.

Look at the stars and you can see them wherever you go.

Of course it's not about traveling around the mountains and rivers, it's about looking for the gods, and it's also about patrolling the territory.

Five points and three realms! What the restricted area harvests is not only endless cultivation resources, but also endless luck. Their statues stand in too many worlds, and without exception, they are all full of incense, which is called receiving offerings.

One goes down and the other goes up.

The divine dynasty was only lucky, but it was gradually declining.

At this moment, the glory of the broken little world has become dim.

Just like this, every day is still passing by, and after a hundred and eighty years, it is mostly darkness.

"Don't be lazy."

The Shenlong Taoist Master stood on the top of the mountain, constantly swinging his sword and carving divine patterns.

Like him, the gods in the world are also working diligently to cultivate the universe.

Over the years, they have been here like this.

There is no way, the forbidden area belongs to the Dog, and the nose is too clever, so the Qi in this place must not be exposed, otherwise, it will be a catastrophic disaster.

"Are you unable to make a comeback?"

Mo Xuanruoru was stunned and uttered a few words a thousand times.

The world can be repaired, but they cannot stop the flow of the destiny of the divine dynasty.

Although he was almost unwilling to admit it, he had to say that this prosperous dynasty was in decline like a flower withering away, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Damn you, you're so messy."

Under the old tree, there were many curse words.

Taking a closer look, he was the son of Zhan Tianxing and Zhentian. <

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The former is not bad, although his hair is gray, his energy and blood are still there.

The latter! It is simply the state of the soul, without flesh and blood.

It was all because of his quasi-famine disaster, which caused too much noise. Not only was he struck by lightning, but he was also besieged and killed by various restricted areas. He had a narrow escape, and his foundation was almost destroyed. Even after decades, he still couldn't. Reshape the body.

Compared to the two of them, Kuang Yingjie was really miserable at this moment.

He also has no body of flesh and blood, and only half of his true body is left.

Kui Jiang and Zhan Tianxing scolded him. It was not easy for him to go out, but he actually went to fight with Demon Lord Wuwu. He was as fierce as a tiger and was almost beaten to death.

It's a blessing that he's still alive.

It is a great blessing that this place has not been found in the restricted area.

"It doesn't matter."

Kuang Yingjie waved his hand and started running the Immortality Secret crazily.

After receiving a beating, his eyes were not dim, but bright.

"The killing intent of chaos."

"That man really swallowed the Chaos Body?"

"That's how it should be."

Kui Jiang and Zhan Tianxing muttered while helping Kuang Yingjie heal his injuries.

I haven't seen Demon Lord Wuwu for many years. His strength must have reached an extremely terrifying level. With his body fused with the bones of the desolate god, he is innately invincible. If not, how could the old man be beaten so miserably? .

"I've hit a strange bottleneck."

Kuang Yingjie, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly said this.

"What's the bottleneck?" Kui Jiang and Zhan Tianxing were still exerting their magical power.

"eternal."

As soon as these words came out, the eyebrows of the two good friends were raised high.

When you practice Taoism to the extreme, there will be a powerful transformation, which is called eternity.

This is how Zhao Yun’s eternal road came to be

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Unexpectedly, this guy named Kuang also has this tendency.

"Domineering eternity?"

The two of them started to study old antiques by raising and lowering their hands.

And Kuang Yingjie is that old antique, a disaster or a fate? Only then did this guy reach Nirvana and find the way to the eternal path?

If that's true, then the beating is worth it.

When the Yonghengdao was mentioned, there was a hint of sadness in the eyes of the two of them. It should be this situation and this scene, which was so perfect for their mood that it was difficult not to remember Zhao Yun.

night.

The small mountains and forests of the mortal kingdom are quiet and peaceful.

This place is quite desolate, with bare mountains and little vegetation.

This is a remote area where wild animals are too lazy to roam.

And Zhao Yun should be here for the tribulation, becoming a spirit in the formless form.

"Baby, wake up, we're almost home."

It was quiet at night, no wild animals appeared, but there were people passing by.

That was an old man carrying a young boy on his back.

The old man's name was Zhao Shan, and the young man was his grandson, so he was called Zhao Wa.

I don’t know why the grandfather and grandson are here in the middle of the night. I only know that they have walked a long way, are tired of travel, and have not enough to eat. They are all sallow and thin.

Zhao Wa woke up, but she was in a daze.

It wasn't until a ray of light shone that he subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the dim mountains.

"Grandpa, there is something shining there." The little boy pointed.

Zhao Shan heard this and turned his head to look over.

Of course, there was nothing luminous, and the forest was pitch black.

broken.

He blindfolded Wazi and quickened his pace, not daring to stop for a moment.

I heard from the elders that there are so many weird things happening in the wild mountains and ridges that it is impossible to guarantee that they are haunted, so they should not be taken away.

"Something really shines."

"Don't say anything, you know better."

The two of them spoke each other and ran into the distance, drifting further and further away.

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On the other side of the mountain, there were scattered halos of light, but they were extremely dim.

When I got closer, I realized it was a small town. Because the town was full of sycamore trees, it was called Wutong Town.

Zhao Yun didn't know this.

His spirit is still gestating.

As for the light Zhao Wa saw just now, it was his aura.

Most people don't see this thing, because most of the time, it appears suddenly.

The next day.

Zhao Wa came again, picking her little mouth with her little fingers and looking around.

Curiosity is a child’s nature! It took most of a while to look for it.

"I clearly saw it."

After searching for a long time without success, the little boy stood on the hillside and muttered.

After that, Zhao Shan came and gave him a good beating.

This kid doesn't have a long memory and is quite stubborn. Once he decides on something, he can't get it back.

So, on the third day, he sneaked into the forest again.

It doesn’t matter during the day, but also at night, I’m not afraid of the dark at all.

For this reason, many old men took care of them.

Grandpa is old, and there will always be a day when he can't fight anymore.

After ten years of flowers blooming, he did not find the light, but sent his grandfather away.

When he came back, he was no longer the little boy he had been before. He had lost his tenderness and became more honest and rough. Especially the posture of carrying the hoe was particularly down-to-earth.

However, many years later, he still did not find the light.

Or perhaps, he arrived at an unlucky time, and the aura was not common.

"Am I wrong?"

When he passed away, there was such a murmur.

It was also that day when a strong wind roared in the mountains, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared.

Unfortunately, there were no spectators.

The blood-stained wind finally became a spirit after passing through the years.

And Zhao Yun's path to Ying Jie finally got on track.

The moon is a witness. In this quiet night, the white color has faded.