Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 921: Samsara Dojo

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In the ghost realm, wandering souls can be seen everywhere, each of them is different in shape and color, coming and going, bustling, just like four people in a hurry.

Lin Yi followed Mei Niang and Song Xuanzi, searching forward. Inadvertently, he glanced back. The fairy slave who walked side by side with him smiled, with a happy look on his pretty face.

The fairy slave was covered with a layer of vague white tower shadow, and his behavior was much more comfortable. It was a magic weapon made by Wen Baizi of the Qimen of Jiuzhou Dao according to the fairy weapon "Xuan Miao Tower", and its power was quite good. Seeing that the woman could not tolerate the cold, Lin Yi took out this thing to give her, which was also a kind of sympathy.

In Lin Yi's view, it didn't matter whether the fairy slave was the reincarnation of Baihu Qianhuan! Besides, he also slowly fell in love with this talented and kind woman. Accepting the other party as a disciple was just an excuse, and protecting him was the original intention. The favor of Huan Tong should not be forgotten! And it would be nice to have such a female disciple!

The immortal slave was getting closer to Lin Ri, whether because of telepathy or empathy. Perhaps it was the unprecedented concern that made her seem to understand that there was a kind of affection between people that was different from that between men and women and without selfish thoughts...

In the ghost realm, the gloomy air was gloomy and the crisis was unpredictable. The group did not dare to fly high, so they had to run fast on the ground.

Every few hundred miles, Mei Niang and the three people behind her stopped to rest for a while.

The spiritual consciousness of the previous moment could see a million miles away, but in the blink of an eye, there was only the whistling wind, which made people suddenly unable to tell the direction. It is not easy to find the way out in the confusing dark night...

Mei Niang, who led the way in front, stopped again. She looked around and said in surprise: "We were clearly going straight all the way, why did we find that we took a detour when we got here..." Seeing the three people behind her catching up, she said again: "Ten days have passed, and we are still tens of thousands of miles away from the next formation! At this rate, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of the ghost realm in a few months..."

Song Xuanzi waved his hand to comfort him, and then he held his long beard and pondered: "There are restrictions from heaven and earth here, which are somewhat similar to the so-called 'ghost wall' in the mortal world. If you didn't have the ability of illusion pupils, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to get here. More haste, less speed, go slowly..."

Lin Yi and the immortal slave came close to the two people who were talking and stopped one after another. Layers of black fog rippled around, accompanied by gusts of cold wind swirling endlessly, and there were also ethereal and illusory figures that would make people dizzy with the situation around them.

"Fellow Daoist Lin! Do you have any advice..." Perhaps seeing Lin Yi thinking and not saying anything, Mei Niang asked with some apology. Among the four people, she was the only one with the highest cultivation, so it was natural for her to take on the responsibility of leading the way. But now she has achieved half the result with twice the effort, which makes her feel embarrassed. A tiger-like and bear-like figure came from far away and suddenly disappeared in the howling wind. Soon, a giant python-like soul appeared, and it also ignored everything around it, and disappeared in a flash. No matter coming or going, they are all in a hurry... Hearing the voice, Lin Yi retracted his gaze and shook his head in disbelief. He turned to Mei Niang who was asking the question, thought for a moment and said: "Fellow Daoist Song is right, just move forward slowly. However, I think you might as well give up the illusion pupil and use your spiritual consciousness to guide the way..." Mei Niang was a little puzzled, and then asked: "The illusion pupil is the magical power of the sky fox, which can break the forbidden illusions of the world. Why give it up..." Lin Yi looked at Song Xuanzi who looked puzzled, and then looked at the fairy slave who looked admiring, scratched his head and replied: "This... I can't explain it..." He suddenly paused, pointed to an empty place and said: "Everyone, take a closer look, maybe you can see the clues..." The other three people looked in the direction of his finger, and each seemed to understand something. On the ground, wisps of black fog were drifting away like ripples. At first glance, it seemed nothing special, but when you look closely, you will find that the surroundings are slowly rotating. It seems like an illusion, but it is so real...

Mei Niang suddenly said: "From this, it can be seen that the eight formations in the ghost realm are not static, but are slowly rotating around the high tower in the center. And we are in it, moving with it, so it is inevitable that we are confused about the direction..." At this point, she smiled apologetically and praised: "Friend Lin Dao sees the truth from the subtle, and can distinguish the slightest thing. It is admirable! And when the disaster came, you were not afraid of danger and took it lightly. You must be a rare genius! The immortal slave met a wise master, which is really a blessing in the previous life..."

Lin Yi's face was hot, grinning, and turned his eyes away. Isn't it his nature to like to look around? If it were someone else, he might be a thief! In the past, people were insignificant and their words were not taken seriously, and shouting was useless. How could he feel that such a compliment was received for just a few casual remarks! He waved his hand and said casually, "Haha! You are too kind..."

Mei Niang felt that Lin Yi was so humble and unfathomable. She smiled and turned around to continue forward...

After walking for another half a month, they encountered three formations similar to the previous ones. They did not dare to be careless and went around them. After traveling in the Ghost Realm for nearly a month, the four people crossed a hill, slowly stopped, and stopped to watch.

A black stone tower appeared a hundred miles ahead. It was ten thousand feet high and covered an area of ​​two or three miles. It was round and simple, rising from the ground like a pillar supporting the sky. It was magnificent and spectacular, but the black fog surrounding it and the cold and chilling might were daunting.

In addition, the top of the stone tower was like a faint crack in the night, with dim light pouring down from it; at the bottom of the stone tower, there were eight tall doorways, all three feet wide and nine feet high, and it was difficult to tell the depth; and the foundation of the stone tower was a high slope of ten thousand feet in radius, which was piled up with various crystal stones to form a formation. Strong vitality, demonic energy, devilish energy, and spiritual energy were all bubbling and evaporating, and continuously gathered in the center, thus driving the entire ghost realm to operate continuously.

"The stone tower is the center of the ghost realm, and the doorway is the only way to communicate with the heaven and earth. If you want to leave this place, you must get out of the tower..." Finally arriving here, Mei Niang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and thought about taking advantage of the situation to continue forward. Song Xuanzi advised, "We have been traveling for days and are tired. The situation in the tower is unclear, so let's take a rest before we make any plans! We are lucky to be safe for now, so don't be careless..." Mei Niang thought about it and agreed with him, but she didn't forget to ask, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what do you think?" As she spoke, she and her husband turned around. The immortal slave was staring at the back of one person curiously, while the other person was looking up at the distance with his hands folded. Wherever the divine consciousness reached, it was blocked by the ghost fog from time to time, but it still took a general look at everything within a million miles. The eight formations were scattered far and near and varied in various ways. There were more than trillions of souls coming and going. Is this the so-called reincarnation dojo? Was it set up by heaven and earth, or was it caused by great supernatural powers? The immortal domain collapsed, the stars turned, but the reincarnation of the heavenly way and all things has never stopped for a moment... At the end of a life, it is inevitable to re-enter the reincarnation. Perhaps one day, among those wandering figures, there will be one named Lin Yi. After experiencing the ‘three forgets’ and ‘seven extinctions’, will you still remember your past life? Thousands of ships have passed, and the scenery is on the shore, so why should you remember anything...

Lin Yi turned to look at the tower, a lonely and distant look flashed by, and nodded in response: "As Brother Song said, let's take a rest..." Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank, and he lost his voice and said: "That is..." Mei Niang and Song Xuanzi knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps, standing in a row with him and the immortal slave, all of them were surprised.

Hundreds of miles away, in the black fog surrounding the tower, dozens of phantoms suddenly jumped out, and they actually rushed straight towards the four people. The whimpering wind sounded faintly in their ears from a distance, which was creepy.

Mei Niang was already pale with fear, and said in shock: "There are indeed ghosts in the ghost land, and they are all above the level of fusion..."

Song Xuanzi was stunned and lost his mind, and then sighed bitterly: "Mother, don't you talk nonsense! What should I do... Why don't I quickly hide away..." A ghost with fusion cultivation is not easy to deal with, and now dozens of them suddenly appear. Not to mention him, even Lin Yi feels a headache. This is someone else's territory...

When Mei Niang, Song Xuanzi and the immortal slave were at a loss, the bone-piercing black fog mixed with thick yin energy rolled over. The dozens of ghosts were not far away in an instant, and waves of heart-wrenching ghost cries and wolf howls came one after another, which made people feel scared and uneasy.

Lin Yi didn't have time to think about it, waved his arm and raised his wrist, and shouted: "Enter the demon circle for a while..." The three people on the side saw that he used the same trick again, and hid in the stone bracelet without thinking. And he didn't hesitate at all, turned his head and rushed away. In the past, he had been reserved, timid, and vulgar; he also knew how to be hurt, drank strong liquor, and knew the warmth and coldness of the world, just like an ordinary person. But at this moment, his fearless and arrogant aura was natural. Perhaps, the combination of the two, this is the real Lin Yi.

In just a hundred feet, more than a dozen ghosts blocked Lin Yi's way. At the critical moment, Lin Yi was busy but not chaotic. He flashed and turned back to rush towards the stone tower. Then, a huge flaming axe came out and slashed forward with the momentum of plowing the courtyard and sweeping the cave. The other dozen ghosts didn't know how to avoid it and hit it head-on...

"Boom--"

In the night, it was like a red silk that was torn apart, hundreds of feet long, and extraordinary. The giant axe of the devil was invincible, and the ghosts were all destroyed. Lin Yi took advantage of the situation and used his full strength to perform the escape technique to rush forward, but in just a moment, more than a dozen ghosts appeared out of thin air and blocked the way ahead, looking familiar...

In a flash, Lin Yi's heart sank. Another group of unkillable guys...

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Ps: Originally, I could check once or twice after writing, but now I have uploaded many chapters directly after writing them. I don't have time to check and it is inevitable that there will be mistakes. I feel very sorry. I will correct them after I find them. If there is one person reading it, I am responsible for that one person, if there is no one reading it, I am responsible for myself...