There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Zhao Yuanfeng wanted to scold his mother.

With the continuous recovery and reshaping of the soul.

Zhao Yuanfeng finally figured out what happened.

He turned into a sword! ?

damn it!

How is this possible for someone who is riding a horse?

In other words, Zhao Yuanfeng's previous soul mark was actually refined by a sword.

How is this possible?

How could a sword refine the soul mark of Zhao Yuanfeng?

Flesh, flesh, aura, soul... How can a sword have it all at the same time! ?

When the soul grew stronger, Zhao Yuanfeng was speechless.

This sword is actually the Soul Anchor Sword!

Now it becomes understandable.

The Immortal Blood Anchor Sword contains Xia Ming's Soul Anchor.

That little bastard even used his own blood to reshape the sword.

And that aura is something that is everywhere.

The soul continued to grow, and Zhao Yuanfeng was able to feel the entire Immortal Blood Anchor Sword.

With the Immortal Blood Anchor Sword, Zhao Yuanfeng naturally sensed Xia Ming's presence.

Then, he was even more speechless.

Xia Ming is dead.

The physical body froze.

I don’t even know where my soul is floating.

Zhao Yuanfeng originally wanted to eat Xia Ming.

But restricted by the Immortal Blood Anchor Sword, Zhao Yuanfeng simply couldn't do it.

After all, this Immortal Blood Anchor Sword was refined by Xia Ming himself.

Zhao Yuanfeng wanted to use Xia Ming's sword to kill Xia Ming in turn.

This is no easy task.

Unable to do anything to Xia Ming, Zhao Yuanfeng struck the black willow coffin with his backhand.

The sword blade cut away, and Zhao Yuanfeng's soul trembled suddenly.

【damn it! 】

[What kind of wood is this! ? 】

[It can actually hurt my soul? 】

[There’s something wrong with this wood! 】

【Something is wrong! 】

【What the hell is this thing! ? 】

……

Time passed slowly, and I don’t know how long it took.

one day? Ten days? Or January?

Or is it a year?

ten years?

Gradually, Zhao Yuanfeng began to doubt life.

Xia Ming couldn't touch it, and he didn't dare to touch the black willow tree.

The deadlock here, the dilemma?

Could it be that I, Zhao Yuanfeng, am going to die trapped here?

If this kid dies, I, Zhao Yuanfeng, will be buried with him! ?

Do I want to rot away with this kid?

It's not fair! unfair!

I, Zhao Yuanfeng, am not convinced!

God!

Someone come and save me!

It doesn’t matter if it’s not a human being!

God!

Come be a grave digger!

……

Maybe Zhao Yuanfeng is sincere.

His call was indeed answered.

If you keep thinking about it, how can you say it has no sound?

It's just this sound...it's a bit unreliable.

In front of the dry willow field, a burst of light singing suddenly came.

【Hey hehe! 】

[I have a little donkey that I never ride. 】

[One day, on a whim, I rode it to the market. 】

[There is a butcher Zhang in the market. He is thinking about my donkey. 】

[Butcher Zhang is evil in nature and often insults others, but the evil man begets a pretty girl. 】

[The butcher has a pretty daughter, it makes my heart itch to see her! 】

pat, pat.

In front of Kuliu Village, the little donkey stopped.

After taking a big sniff, the little donkey's eyes lit up.

[Ah - buddy, are you hiding? 】

【Hey hey hey! I like! 】

【You can't hide from my nose! 】

[Let me find you, but you are not allowed to resist. 】

[If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your consent! 】

【Hey hehe! 】

In front of the village entrance, the little donkey suddenly stood up.

That picture... is as weird as it needs to be.

A little black and white donkey actually stood up.

Standing outside the village with both feet, holding on to the wall and looking inward, his ears were straightened up and his eyes were shining brightly.

After sweeping around the dead village, the little donkey shouted a few more words at the top of his lungs.

"Is anyone home?"

"No one is home...then I'll go in, okay?"

"I really went in!"

I asked back and forth several times.

The little donkey then slowly walked in.

This is all the experience summed up by the little donkey.

The little donkey dare not forget that one time it didn't say hello and was almost beaten to death.

Fortunately, it had a tough life, otherwise the poor little donkey would have been turned into donkey meat and burned in the fire.

Walking in the village, the little donkey's expression became increasingly weird. He shrugged his nose vigorously and the little donkey's figure flashed.

He directly found a piece of dark bacon from the ruins on the side.

【Hey hey hey! Dragon meat! Real dragon meat! There is even real dragon meat! 】

After chewing the dragon meat, the little donkey rummaged through the corner and found half a dehydrated radish.

【Hey hehe! Prickly pear ginseng! What a good thing! nice one! 】

After eating prickly pear ginseng, the little donkey's fur became more oily and smooth.

After walking and eating, the little donkey gradually walked under the black willow tree.

Looking at the black willow tree in front of him, the little donkey's eyes became more and more strange.

The little donkey always felt that this black willow tree seemed familiar.

But the little donkey didn't know where this feeling came from.

Thinking about it gives me a headache, just don’t think about it.

He sniffed the lingering aura in the air.

The little donkey looked straight at the roots of the black willow tree.

【Dude! I found you! 】

【wakaka! I won! I won! 】

【Hey hehe! You can't hide from me anymore! 】

[You are not allowed to cheat? 】

Without saying anything, the little donkey dug directly.

Its two little hooves look like two black shovels.

After a while, a hill of dirt piled up behind the little donkey.

Dig deeper and deeper, dig deeper and deeper.

Gradually, the roots of the black willow tree seemed to come to life.

They were entangled together, like an iron curtain, blocking the little donkey's face.

But... do you want to block the little donkey?

Totally impossible.

Even though these tree roots are as strong as steel, they can't stop the sharp teeth of the little donkey.

Three times, five times and two times, the little donkey opened its mouth and bit down continuously.

While biting, drooling.

【Hey hehe! 】

【Dude! You smell so good! 】

【but! You won't be as sweet as me soon. 】

【As long as I eat you, who can taste better than me? 】

【I am the sweetest little donkey in the world! 】

Bang Chi, Bang Chi!

Seeing that he couldn't stop the little donkey.

Those tree roots began to wrap around the little donkey's body again.

With this pull, the little donkey's movements really slowed down.

Now, the little donkey couldn't stand it anymore.

【Do not! 】

【Bad tree roots! 】

【You can't stop me from becoming fragrant! 】

[You are delaying my progress! 】

The hooves kicked hard and the big mouth opened the way.

The little donkey dived straight in like a large mole.

Thanks to it, otherwise, even a Badad Mahayana monk might not be able to dig it down.

This black willow tree will attack the soul, but its soul attack has no effect on the little donkey.

Little by little, finally, the little donkey saw the black willow coffin buried deep underneath.

At this moment, the black willow tree became angry.

The tree roots tightly wrapped around the little donkey's hoof, and a huge force came and pulled the little donkey away.

The little donkey panicked when he saw this. Looking at the gradually closing passage, the little donkey was heartbroken.

Then, it opened its mouth and sucked hard.

Like a dragon sucking water.

The black willow coffin that Xia Ming was in was swallowed directly by the little donkey.

The little donkey's belly was like a bottomless black hole.

Even after swallowing the black willow coffin, its size remained unchanged.

Before the successful smile on his face could spread, the little donkey was thrown out by the roots of the black willow tree.

It was thrown out of the ground and hit hard on the broken wall. The little donkey was stunned to be okay.

【Hey hehe! Got it! Are you angry? 】

The rough-skinned and fleshy little donkey dusted himself off and got up immediately.

Looking at the ferocious dancing black willow roots in the distance, the little donkey didn't dare to waste any time and ran away.

Years of experience in the industry tell it that something will really happen if it doesn't leave.

The four hooves kicked hard, and the little donkey was as fast as a gust of wind, and disappeared into the horizon in a blink of an eye.

It ran for three days and three nights without rest.

All I can say is that the little donkey was overly cautious.

Finally getting a chance to breathe, the little donkey immediately sniffed himself.

After taking a few big sniffs, the little donkey slowly frowned.

【Something's wrong! Something's wrong! 】

[Why haven’t I become more fragrant? where? What went wrong? 】

【its not right! I've already eaten my good friend! 】

[What I eat is what I need to replenish myself. Why don’t I feel better? 】

【It’s haunted! ? 】

The little donkey drooped his ears and was puzzled.

What the little donkey didn't know at this moment was that its suffering had just begun.

The consequences of eating the wrong thing... are quite terrifying. (End of chapter)