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The footsteps echoed in the empty abdomen of the mountain. The person in front of him opened the stone door. The echo disappeared suddenly. Monk Zhengyan held the door frame. As soon as the clouds in the sky moved away, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun, without saying a word for a long time.

"Congratulations, I'm reborn!" Yu Ci smiled behind her.

Monk Zhengyan nodded and said, "Thank you, Master Yu, for coming here, let me out."

"If it is, Master Zhengyan is in the evil cave and is not surrendering to the devil, which is worthy of my admiration. The reason why he moved you into the belly of Danya Mountain is more important to take good care of him. Now, when you confirm that you are healthy, I will ask you out immediately, without saying whether you can let go."

Yu Ci smiled and patted the monk on the shoulder, and asked again: "The water purification altar is no longer there, where will Master Zhengyan go?"

"The blood monk is dead. From now on, the sky is high and the water is wide. The east sea is the west, and the southern barbarians and northern deserts are gone. Where can I go? The 'rebirth' that Yu Xianchang said is exactly the portrayal of my heart."

Monk Zhengyan said, turning around and tithes: "Monk said goodbye, please stay!"

Yu Ci didn't try to keep him, and gave him a gift: "Take it."

Monk Zhengyan turned around and left, got off the Dan Cliff, but did not leave the city immediately.

Maybe he had some feelings for Cliff City. He walked in the dilapidated city area, but unfortunately no one gave him a good face. Because Isin, the culprit of the earthquake, the residents of Cliff City had extremely bad understanding of the water purification hall and even all monks. Zheng Yan seemed to have found that he might be the most unpopular person in the city. Finally, he stopped staying alone, left the city from the west gate and entered the boundless wilderness.

During this period, no one interfered with his stay or leave, and he was indeed free.

After leaving the city, it was seven days. The roughly monotonous mountain scenery sucked away his patience. Monk Zhengyan's speed slowly accelerated, from the initial wandering in the courtyard to the meteors now, hundreds of miles passed by, and now, he is more than ten thousand miles away from the Cliff City.

The sky was dark and the stars were gone. There was only the monk in the wilderness, and the journey was over 7,000 miles. It was the Sky Rift Valley. According to the plan, you will arrive the morning after tomorrow.

The long journey did not bring any sleepiness to the monk. His eyes were shining brightly, and he had a certain degree of demeanor along the way. He occasionally encountered some scattered beasts and the like, and he also sent it to him casually. If this situation occurs, he will have no problem catching up for another two or three days.

But at this moment, the monk suddenly stopped. The night owls roared in the mountains and forests, and the mottled shadows of trees covered his face, making his expression very difficult to predict.

"Is it you?" A sudden sentence alarmed the birds in the tree next to him. The little guy slapped his wings and flew up blankly, causing a small commotion. But no one responded.

The monk seemed to hear something and slowly spoke: "It was you. I thought you had wiped out when I was fed into the golden bones and jade plate, but I didn't expect you to exist in this way... You have been by my side for almost thirty years, but I didn't know that you still have the disease of distraction from the soul. My master has not done enough!"

He spoke clearly, and the words flowed in the barren mountains and night forests. When he spoke, he paced in the mountains and forests, step by step as if measuring a ruler, and in a moment he circled a big circle. The empty mountain was quiet, and the monk was confident. There was no other person within a radius of ten miles... except for the "this person" in his mind.

Now he can ask with confidence: "What have you done when I slept in my 'seed'?"

No one answered him, but he knew the answer:

"Yes, you can do nothing... Your secondary soul was originally split from the main soul, and it was innately deficient. After the main soul was destroyed, it was even more damaged in its vitality. It had the ability to perceive but had no power to show. It could only wander in the brain palace, and wake up from time to time, and it was impossible to actively contact the outside world. Since that is the case, you are still breathing. What should you do if you keep this breath? Still thinking about taking back your own body?

"Boy is stubborn! He seems to be getting worse in his secondary soul! It would be fine if you don't show your strength. Since I know it, what's the difficulty of killing you!"

After saying this, the monk sneered and said no more. He was thinking in his heart: "Refining the residual soul is nothing. But I injured the soul here in order to search for his spiritual consciousness. Now that the old creation has not been cured, I will take another time to recover. If I want to recover, it will take a while."

The monk thought it thoroughly, but he was decisive after all. Once the pros and cons were clear, he made a decision: "It is the safest way to kill this secondary soul. It should be done sooner rather than later, and it will be done tonight!"

After meditating in place for a while, he turned his head and looked around, and soon found a suitable hidden place. He moved over, took a branch on the road and painted it on the ground.

After a while, you can see that the lines on the ground are very complex, and monks always put some objects in densely intertwined lines. Most of them were jade, and there were temporary wild beast skulls, peeled and placed white on the ground. There were also people who used the surrounding trees to make a fuss, and they embedded objects on the trunks, undulating and undulating, with great rules.

If there is a rich experience here, you can see at a glance that the monk is setting up a formation, and the range is quite large, always half a mile in size. It took nearly an hour to set up this formation.

After everything was ready, the monk sat cross-legged in the middle of the formation, where the trees were densest, and his face was slimming out of expression. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand, touched the ground lightly, lowered his eyes and entered into a state of meditation.

The soul and soul are the most mysterious. The three-level structures of the soul, hidden consciousness, and manifestation have their own wonderful uses. However, the soul is its root, and the hidden consciousness is branches and leaves. As long as the technique is appropriate, it will not die if it is erased for a while, and it can be slowly repaired, but the information contained in it will never be found again. Because of this, all the techniques of taking over the body and soul-sending are subject to the use of it.

The monk used a very profound method of seizing the body. After erasing the two layers of information about the object's visible and hidden consciousness, he condensed a "true seed" into the object's soul, planted it into the object's soul, slowly grow, seize its root system, and transform and deteriorate. This technique is very difficult to cast, but after the casting is successful, it will grow naturally and be stable and reliable.

Now the most difficult period has passed, the "true seeds" in the soul have sprouted and the foundation is solid, and the monk is naturally full of confidence. He estimated that with the existing power of the "true seeds", the little consciousness left by the former owner of this body can be completely eliminated in just half a quarter of an hour.

The reason why I spent my energy on setting up a formation is to take this opportunity to conduct a major examination of the body to check for shortcomings and make up for leaks and strive for excellence.

The monk's face-slimming cloth has a layer of black air, the facial muscles twitch slightly, and even the bone structure changes. It is necessary to know that a person's primordial spirit and the physical energy are closely related, and each other has to respond. The so-called "appearance is born from the heart" is also what it means.

At this time, the monk's face showed signs of change, proving that his soul's nature was changed from the previous one, and it also showed that he had completely gained the upper hand: "What's the point of resisting the evil disciple, what's the point of resisting... Huh?"

The monk opened his eyes suddenly, and the defensive magic circle sent messages. Thousands of feet away, the leaves swayed and the figures rushed towards him, and the speed was so fast!

He shouted loudly: "Who!"

"Hey, Master Zhengyan?"

A surprise sound came from the gap between the trees, and then there was constant laughter: "What a coincidence, I went back to the dock and didn't want to meet Master Zhengyan in this wilderness. No matter who it is, you and I have a fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Ci's slender figure appeared among the trees.

Zheng Yan still sat cross-legged on the ground, his face drooped, and the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, which was sarcastic.

Do you really think that others don’t know the geography? The Yishan Yunzhou Wharf is in the northwest of the Cliff City, while this place is in the southwest. The straight line distance from the pier to this place is almost the same as the journey from there to the Cliff City. How bad is Yu Ci’s sense of direction to run to this wilderness and yells that he is destined to be?

Therefore, the monk was not polite: "It is hard to know the fate method, but I can understand one or two things. At this point, is Yu Xian still worried about me?"

"Why do you say this!"

Yu Ci walked over with a smile, but the next sentence was bypassed again: "Is Master Zhengyan heading to the Tianli Valley?"

"Yes." Zhengyan knew that it would be a big deal tonight, so he responded and stood up. The expression on his face was faint, and he had a sense of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Yu Ci did not think it was offended, and he sighed, "I have been in Tianli Valley, that place. But to be honest, it is also a place of great opportunity. If I had not been there for many months, how could I improve my cultivation, touch the wall of Lichen Sect, and make friends like Master Zhengyan? By the way, did Master Zhengyan forget something?"

Zheng Yan remained silent: "Please make clear instructions for Yu Xian."

Yu Ci waved her sleeves: "Why are you and I a friend of life and death? In fact, if it weren't for the Tianli Valley, I would have forgotten, what would you promise me on the day the cold wave hit?"

Monk Zhengyan was slightly stunned and could not hold on for a moment.
Chapter completed!