"Is this person alive or dead? Is he dead?" The King of Bugs felt that this situation was a bit strange.

"Let me take a look first." Yu Ling sent out a thought to signal it to be silent, and then silently stepped forward, wanting to observe it more carefully.

In his soul induction, this man lowered his head, his hair was down, and his face could not be seen. The clothes on his body were very torn and stained with some dark brown... blood? But there was no smell of blood.

.

It looks a lot like a dead person, but the problem is that when a normal person dies, his physical body will stay in the Yang Realm, and then his soul will enter the Netherworld River. How can someone die in the Netherworld and their body does not decay?

But if he is still alive, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have even a trace of life left. He is even more like a dead thing in the netherworld than a dead thing in the netherworld.

It's really overwhelming.

Yu Ling asked tentatively: "Senior? Are you practicing in seclusion here?"

The King of Bugs looked at him as if he were a fool: "What did you say to a corpse? Is it possible that he could fake the corpse and come back to life, and tell you yes, that's right?"

"Yes and that's right, the meaning is repeated, right?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

The King of Bugs was startled at that time, and he suddenly jumped up to Lao Gao: "Who, who is talking?!"

"Me." The voice replied.

"Who are you?" The king of insects was confused.

"The corpse in your eyes."

"What the hell?!" King Gatsby was so frightened that he almost left his body.

It looked at the "corpse" in front of it in shock. It should be said that it was a senior who practiced in seclusion. The other person still maintained his original posture and remained motionless, and his whole body was soaked with a strong aura of death.

"Senior, what are you..." Yu Ling said hesitantly.

The other party said in a low and hoarse voice: "Well, help me, I've been sitting for too long and I'm a little stiff..."

There seems to be something wrong with this style of painting?

Yu Ling hesitantly gave him a hand. When he touched the other person's arm, the cold air almost froze him here. This man seemed to have been completely eroded by the air of death, but for some reason, his body did not decay at all.

"Crunch, crunch -"

The senior stood up stiffly, his bones all over his body seemed to be rusty, and there was a weird sound from the friction, as if his whole body would fall apart in the next second.

He jumped on the spot like a zombie again and exhaled: "Well, this feels much more comfortable."

"You haven't asked your senior for his name yet?" Although Yu Ling couldn't see through the depth of this man, he had obviously been practicing here in seclusion for a long, long time. Looking at his lively posture, it seemed that he didn't take the death energy around him seriously at all.

, Yu Ling can’t even do this, does it mean that this person is at least moving up to the realm of chaos?

"Name?" The man who was moving his hands and feet suddenly froze. He raised his head slightly, his long hair scattered on both sides of his face, as if he was thinking about some profound question in confusion.

Yu Ling looked at the other person calmly, feeling that he looked vaguely familiar.

This senior doesn't seem to pay much attention to cleanliness. Not only are his clothes in tatters, like the spiral painting scroll next to him, but his face is also covered in dark brown stains... It should be blood stains, and his hair is stuck together.

This image is even more miserable than a beggar begging on the street.

But...what's going on? Why does it seem so familiar the more I look at it?

"Yeah, who the hell am I?" the man murmured to himself, his blank gaze fell on Yu Ling, and he asked unconsciously: "Where is this place?"

"Tianxue." Yu Ling said these two words slowly.

The man in front of him felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was stunned for two seconds and chanted like a madman: "Tianxue, Tianxue... Ha, Tianxue?"

The tentacles of the Gnat King trembled, and he whispered: "Why do I feel something is not good? Is this person crazy?"

Yu Ling was silent for a moment and said, "I seem to have guessed who he is."

"Ah?" King Gnats and Bugs was stunned.

Yu Ling looked at this man and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Wu?"

Wait, it seems that he shouldn't call it that, but he blurted it out subconsciously...

Wu Qing stared at him blankly, as if in a dream, and her tone was erratic: "Do you know me? Are you...are you a disciple of the sect?"

All the dust-laden memories came swarming in. Those bitter, joyful, beautiful, and cruel pictures occupied Wu Qing's mind, as if cutting him into pieces in an instant.

He held his head in pain, and a sorrowful and insane anger almost overwhelmed his reason, making him want to kill all the living creatures in front of him to cover up the hesitation and helpless depression deep in his heart.

It was at this time that Wu Qing's hidden qi energy exploded out under the agitation of his emotions. Even Yu Ling, who had become a master of the immortal realm, was a little unable to bear it, and the blood and qi all over his body felt like it was about to escape from the body.

Fortunately, such a terrifying aura was just a flash in the pan. Wu Qing quickly controlled the coercion of Waifan and said in a dull voice: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

He squatted down and buried his head under his arms, like a decadent prodigal who had just drank to drown his sorrows. His voice became more and more depressed: "It's better not to think about it... No, I can't be so cowardly. I can't forget these, either.

You should never forget it, you must bear it no matter what."

"Senior Wu, um, Senior Zhao Lan is outside, how about I take you to find him?" Yu Ling asked softly.

Although he could not understand how Wu Qing came back to life, according to Zhao Lan's memory, he was forcibly sent to the Western Region by Wu Qing and did not participate in the battle. Later, when he returned to Tianxue Star, Wu Qing's body was not found.

I thought it was mixed with minced flesh and blood, but this is not absolute.

In particular, the Tianxue Star mysteriously disappeared from the North, which is still an unsolved mystery.

In any case, the dirty man in front of him was indeed similar to Wu Qing. Yu Ling felt that he basically didn't run away. Perhaps from the bottom of his heart, he also hoped that Wu Qing could survive.

Wu Qing murmured: "Zhao Lan...ah, are you talking about junior brother? Is he, is he okay?"

His eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam of light, he grabbed Yu Ling's sleeve and his voice trembled slightly: "What's going on with the Tianxue Sect? It should be passed down, right?"

"This is a long story."

Yu Ling was a little hesitant, after all, he was in a hurry now, but looking at Wu Qing's eager eyes, he really couldn't bear it, so he said as briefly as possible: "Everything is okay. When the Tianxue Sect moved to the West, fortunately, I met

I fell in love with senior Tang Liu, and later..."

Wu Qing listened to his every word very carefully, as if it was engraved firmly in his mind. His expression also changed with Yu Ling's words. After hearing about the current situation of Tianxue Sect, he couldn't help but sigh.

Gaodi sighed: "It's much better than I expected."

"Senior, has he been sleeping for three thousand years?" Yu Ling asked.

"Three thousand years...Unknowingly, so much time has passed. It is dozens of times longer than all the time I have been alive." Wu Qing said in a daze.

He suddenly realized that he had not answered Yu Ling's question, and quickly added: "Oh, yes, I haven't been sleeping all the time. How should I put it, that feeling... is a bit like my experience on the Tongsheng Bridge.

I seemed to be asleep but not asleep, seemed to be awake but not awake. I even forgot my own existence. I thought I was dead, after all..."

He smiled slightly and fell silent.

"This feeling is about transforming the Tao," Yu Ling said.

Wu Qing opened her eyes slightly and looked at him in surprise: "When you say that, it seems so, but transformation is irreversible, so I shouldn't be able to do it."

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "It's been so long that I don't know what to do now. Let's find my junior brother first. Are you going back to the Yang Realm?"

"Yes, senior Zhao Lan will be very happy to see you." Yu Ling thought for a moment and felt that the word "happy" was still too pale.

"It seems that many people are still here, which is great. This may give some meaning to living." Wu Qing smiled slightly.

While he was talking, Wu Qing seemed to sense something and softly exclaimed: "Someone is coming."
Chapter completed!