Starting from the daily settlement, there will be a left-behind fairy king.

Out of curiosity, Wen Jiu controlled Dongquan Buhuagu to hide his body and escape into the forest, quietly following Lin Yingyunshan seven or eight thousand miles away. If it was at his peak, Lin Yingyunshan might be able to detect some abnormalities, but now Lin Yingyunshan is at the end of his strength, like a rootless rotten tree that is about to fall.

Although it was unknown why the amount of corpse energy required for divination increased instead of decreased, it was probably just a flash of life. Regardless of the reason, Wen Jiu habitually kept Dongquan Buhuagu at a distance of seven or eight thousand miles.

However, just as he entered the familiar core area of ​​the Tianyin Mountains, Wen Jiu suddenly discovered a problem, a problem that even Lu Changyin, who could access most of the Dark Altar's intelligence at any time, had not noticed.

That is, although there are still the Soul-Suppressing Army of the Territory Lord's Mansion in the Tianyin Mountains, there is no one after entering the core area. The Soul-Suppressing Army also seems to have received orders and only hides outside the core area.

This situation has not changed even after going 30,000 miles deep into the core area of ​​the Tianyin Mountains.

"The Zhenling Army outside the Tianyin Mountains is still there, but why are there no Jindan cultivators in the core area? And why did Lin Yingyunshan return to the Tianyin Mountains after he reached the end of his rope?"

In Donghua Immortal City, Wen Jiu pondered for a long time, trying to use the corpse life technique to calculate more information about Lin Yingyunshan's destiny and explore the reason. But even if he consumed all the corpse qi of Blood Ink Three Thousand and Blood Demon Unchanged Bones, he could not see any clues.

"This doesn't make sense. Even though the corpse fortune-telling technique cannot predict people's minds, as long as it is a premeditated plan, it can be predicted with deliberate and meticulous divination. But Lin Ying Yunshan's plan cannot be predicted... Could this be the reason why the corpse energy required for divination of Lin Ying Yunshan has increased instead of decreased?" Wen Jiu lost the intention to cultivate living medicine for a moment. He simply left the house, walked out of the Yin Formation, and selected a few bottles of first-level elixirs in the corners of the storage bag in the courtyard to feed the spirit stones.

After following for another 20,000 to 30,000 miles, Wen Jiu discovered that Lin Yingyun Mountain was still going deeper. Dongquan Buhuagu's consciousness could already sense the existence of a third-order mid-level monster, and there were two or three within a mere 5,000 miles. But this was not the point. It was only a third-order mid-level monster, and it could not detect the existence of Dongquan Buhuagu. The point was that in the place where the monsters were entrenched, the monsters actually gathered together very densely, and many monsters that had probably been lone wolves all their lives also joined the group.

unreasonable.

Very unreasonable.

"Could it be that the abnormal behavior of the monster and the lack of Jindan Zhenren in the core area of ​​Tianyin Mountain Range are due to the same reason?"

"But what happened? Even Dongquan Buhuagu, who was outside the Tianyin Mountains, and even Lu Changyin could not obtain any information. It is understandable that Dongquan Buhuagu could not sense it. After all, it is impossible for Dongquan Buhuagu to cover the surroundings with his spiritual sense forever, just like it is impossible for mortals to stay awake forever.

And Lu Changyin did not receive any news. It was obviously impossible that the Dark Altar lineage of the Hidden Demon Sect did not obtain any information. The only explanation was that Lu Changyin was not qualified to know this news.

It's not that the Dark Altar's demon cultivators don't trust Lu Changyin, but Lu Changyin is only in the early stage of the Golden Core after all. If it involves a late stage of the Golden Core cultivator, it's only natural that Lu Changyin is not qualified to make an investigation."

Wen Jiu had no doubts in his mind, and even hesitated whether to let Dongquan Buhuagu continue to follow.

pity.

The corpse fortune-telling technique has not yet been perfected, otherwise it would be able to directly predict good and bad luck and easily make a proper choice.

No matter what it involves.

No matter what is hidden behind this.

Wen Jiu was not curious at all, because he had only one goal, which was to raise the corpse and plot to obtain the Yuanying Dao Fruit of the Tongtian Heretic.

Apart from that, he is not interested in opportunities or circumstances, nor does he want to be interested in them.

"Forget it, let's turn back."

Wen Jiu immediately controlled Dong Quan and prevented his fracture from happening.

But just as he turned to leave, he saw Lin Yingyunshan suddenly land on a waterfall cliff in the dense forest. After restraining his breath, he sat cross-legged beside the waterfall like a stone statue.

Just when Wen Jiu was stunned and too lazy to look anymore, he found that Lin Yingyunshan suddenly spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been following me all the way, why don't you show up and have a chat?"

This statement came out.

Wen Jiu suddenly felt a trace of regret in his heart. He was too careless and took things for granted. Dongquan Buhuagu was only at the middle level of the third stage after all, while Lin Yingyunshan was an old cultivator who had lived for thousands of years.

However, it was naturally impossible for Wen Jiu to actually show up and chat with him, because there was nothing to talk about.

The only thing he was curious about was what choice Lin Yingyunshan would make. Now it seemed that he should go back and use the divination of corpse life honestly. If he stayed here, who knew what kind of trouble he would encounter.

Who knows if this old guy did it on purpose?

It's okay if they are seven or eight thousand miles apart, but if they are too close and are restricted from using escape techniques, then that would be troublesome.

"As expected, we should not underestimate anyone." Wen Jiu sighed and controlled Dongquan Buhuagu to leave.

But just after flying for thousands of miles, he heard a voice within Dongquan Buhuagu's spiritual sense.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been following me all the way, why don't you show up and have a chat?"

Same words.

Same tone.

Wen Jiu's expression froze, "What's wrong with this old guy?"

Wen Jiu did not let Dongquan Buhuagu move again, but waited quietly for a moment, and then the familiar voice sounded again.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been following me all the way, why don't you show up and have a chat?"

Wen Jiu was speechless.

You are really good at pretending.

So you didn't sense anything, it's a pure scam.

Then, Wen Jiu watched Lin Yingyunshan cheat a few more times. When nothing came out of the explosion, he slowly stood up, plunged into the waterfall, and began to dig a cave with force. But when he dug a hole in the cave and casually made a sarcophagus with hard stones, Wen Jiu realized that this was not digging a cave, but digging his own grave.

After everything was ready, he began to carve his life story on the stone wall, starting from the time he met the immortal thousands of years ago.

One thousand one hundred and thirteen years ago, he was still called Zhong Yunshan, and was just the son of a farmer in the mountains. His father's name was Zhongli, his mother's name was Li Erniu, and he had an older brother who was three years older than him, and a younger sister who was two years younger. Lin Yingyunshan still remembered their names in his heart.

The older brother was named Zhong Lingxi, because there was a stream in front of their house where magical fish sometimes appeared; the younger sister was named Zhong Hongxia, because their family could see the red glow of the sky every day, which was the most beautiful thing they could see.

When he was fifteen, a firestorm hit the sky, burning up the crops they depended on for survival, and also wiping out the forests and streams. His family happened to be on their way to the market thirty miles away to sell firewood and melons, but although they survived by chance, everything in the family was gone.

As a last resort, he joined the Blood Knife Gang in the town and earned money by collecting corpses for the gang to support his family. His parents were ill from overwork and could not reclaim the wasteland, so they could only do some work in the town such as sand removal and laundry.

But misfortunes always come in pairs. Not long after, both parents died of illness, leaving only the three siblings to depend on each other.

At this point, Lin Yingyunshan stayed in the same place for dozens of breaths in silence, as if he was struggling to calm down. This action did not seem like that of an old Jindan late-stage cultivator who had practiced for thousands of years and was accustomed to the separation of life and death. Instead, it seemed like that of an ordinary person. After calming down, Lin Yingyunshan continued to write.

After only the three of them were left, he began to work hard for the Blood Knife Gang, because he was the only one among the three who had the talent to practice martial arts. However, within two years, his eldest brother suddenly disappeared, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead. A year later, he learned from the leader of the Blood Knife Gang that last year, a second-level Qigong Taoist master passed by and captured some people in the town to raise ghosts.

Although he didn't know if his eldest brother was among them, it was very likely that he was missing, otherwise a living person would not suddenly disappear. After that, he only had a little sister left, and also his only relative. Three years later, he was promoted to deputy leader of the gang, and learned from the gang leader the real reason for the falling star fire a few years ago that caused them to be displaced.

It turned out that there were two Qi training monks at the third or fourth level who were practicing, and then they just lit a fire.

After learning the truth, he understood thoroughly that mortals are prey in this world. The families they fight so hard to protect and the life they try their best to just have enough food and clothing are just like ridiculous bubbles that can be burst by any immortal cultivator. Moreover, they do not intend to burst them, but they just happen to encounter the dust raised by the immortal cultivators passing by.

After realizing this, he resolutely left the town and embarked on the road to find immortality. After that, he was lucky enough to find out his spiritual roots, and worshipped an old Taoist in a temple. After ten years of practice, he entered the middle stage of Qi training.

He found the evil cultivator and the two Qigong cultivators who casually lit a fire.

After killing the three, he returned to the town, only to glance at his younger sister, who had become his wife, from a distance before embarking on the path of cultivating immortals again. This time he was gone for fifty years, but he became an unattainable foundation-building cultivator.

But he also knew that building the foundation was just a slightly larger ant in the world of immortal cultivation and was nothing.

When he returned home, his younger sister had passed away and he had no relatives in this world, so he continued to move forward.

After struggling for a hundred years, he joined Qi Guangzong and changed his name to Lin Yingyunshan after his master. Later, he became the youngest late foundation building cultivator in Qi Guangzong and married his master's daughter. But at that time, Qi Guangzong was just an ordinary declining Jindan force, and only his master, whose life was about to end, was struggling to support it.

After his master's death, Qi Guangzong was like a dead leaf in the wind and rain, which could be crushed at any time, so he fought hard for a hundred years, experienced dozens of life and death crises, and killed many people for this, even fellow Taoists he had known for twenty or thirty years. However, in the end, he finally obtained the golden elixir, which stabilized Qi Guangzong in the precarious situation.

This year, he returned to the town again, but found that the town and all the people in it had been reduced to a passing cloud by the competition between two late-stage Qi training monks, and no one survived.

But this time he was not angry, because after hundreds of years of practice, he already knew that everyone below the Golden Elixir level is an ant.

This is how the world of immortal cultivation works.

Moreover, even if it is him, if he cannot enter a higher realm in this life, he will eventually die like his mentor, and his family and relatives will fall into the abyss because of his death.

So in the next three hundred years, he practiced hard, and finally entered the late stage of Jindan and stood on the top of the floating area of ​​Xishan.

No matter what.

He is only a middle-level golden elixir.

There is no great luck.

In the following five hundred years, he tried to break through many times, but failed every time, and before he knew it, his time was up. In order to break through, he had no choice but to let his eldest son die at the hands of a robbery cultivator; in order to break through, he even disguised himself as a robbery cultivator and secretly refined a group of cultivators into Yin Dan; in order to break through, he even cooperated with the Hidden Demon Sect and protected the demon cultivators from harming the cultivators in the West Mountain Floating Space Domain.

All of this was because he didn't want to be like his former mentor, who could only beg his enemies for mercy.

He also didn't want to struggle for a thousand years, only to end up reduced to a handful of dirt, no different from the mortals in the small town a thousand years ago.

He can take over another body and rebuild it again.

But rebuilding it would only mean continuing a hopeless and meaningless struggle for a thousand years, so he wanted to die together with Long Teng Liyi, but his plan of dying together was also destroyed by a divine thunder.

He lost even his last chance to die with dignity.

Finally, Lin Yingyunshan placed all his skills, cultivation experiences, etc. in the stone coffin.

It seems like it is just waiting for the right person to open it.

Seeing this scene, Wen Jiu fell silent, with some waves in his heart, but in the end he stopped talking.

Those who cannot live long.

It will all be like this in the end.

He is also included.

He would not feel sad about anything, because Lin Yingyunshan was much better than most cultivators. He had at least seen the glory of the Golden Core.

The vast majority of cultivators spend their entire lives in the Qi training stage, and some even struggle their entire lives and are only at the third level of Qi training.

There were many such monks in the Dead Man's Peak.

So Lin Yingyunshan is lucky. If he dies today, Wen Jiu won’t have any ripples in his heart.

Some people even wait for the person to die and then take away the body. Using it to raise corpses or ghosts is a good choice.

But just when Wen Jiu thought that Lin Ying Yunshan was going to lie in the sarcophagus and quietly wait for death, he discovered that Lin Ying Yunshan suddenly took out a black sound transmission stone, the quality of which was unexpectedly high.

"When will you arrive?"

This is asking.

Perhaps this is the purpose of Lin Yingyunshan coming to Tianyin Mountains.

"Since it has a purpose, the Corpse Life Technique cannot predict any destiny. What's going on?"

Wen Jiu fell into deep thought and began to feel a little worried because this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

In the past, the Heavenly Secret Artifacts always concealed the Heavenly Secrets and Fate, so the Corpse Fate Technique could not predict, but it could still see the hidden Heavenly Secrets and Fate. But this time, the Corpse Fate Technique did not predict anything.

"It seems that the Corpse Life Technique at the Great Accomplishment Realm is already somewhat stretched." Wen Jiu muttered secretly, and continued to stare at Lin Ying Yunshan with the help of Dongquan Buhuagu, and saw that he had set up a spiritual consciousness soundproof barrier around him.

Dongquan's unchangeable spiritual consciousness can penetrate it, but if it penetrates by force, Lin Yingyunshan will definitely notice it.

"It seems that there will be no chance to pick up the corpse." Wen Jiu gathered his thoughts, and after Lin Yingyunshan followed the example of the ancient cultivators thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, leaving behind their heritage and life story, he controlled Dongquan Buhuagu to prepare to leave as well.

But when Lin Yingyunshan removed the soundproof barrier, the words he whispered made Wen Jiu stop Dongquan Buhuagu from leaving again.

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