In the embroidered building, the breeze blew, blew the hair on the shoulders of the ghost mother. At this moment, the red gauze scarf fell off, revealing her jade-like face and delicate facial features, and the ghost mother smiled.

Although she looks only 28 years old and is the age of youth, her face is full of maternal love at this moment.

It was at this moment that the void was rippling, and a small figure walked out from it. His skin was pale, his face was wrinkled, and his facial features were squeezed together, like a newly born baby, the ghost general Ying Ti.

"Come here, my little beloved."

Seeing the baby crying walking out, the smile on the ghost mother's face became brighter.

Hearing this, I was confused and as if I was sleepwalking, I suddenly woke up.

"Yeah..."

Feeling the breath of the ghost mother, her eyes widened, and the eyes of the infant cry were filled with horror.

The ghost mother looks like a beauty coming out of the scroll. It should not have appeared perfectly, but in its eyes it is a red pink skeleton. All the beautiful skins are just illusions. This world seems to be a paradise, but in fact it is a cage. Invisible silk threads cover the entire world, restraining every sentient being, and the source of the thread is the ghost mother.

He wanted to struggle and escape, but Ying Ti found that he had completely lost control of his body and could only slowly walk towards the ghost mother step by step.

Even if the tears flow out of the eyes, the magical power will still be useless.

"You kids are not good at being good, but they need to spank!"

Holding the baby cry in her arms, the ghost mother exuded the glory of maternal nature. At this moment, she was like a mother who really held her child.

Hearing this, he felt the ghost mother's nails slashing across her skin. The baby cried and shook, and he didn't dare to whine.

Looking at the quiet baby cry, the smile on the ghost mother's face was even better.

"This is a good boy, so now can you tell me where the ghost master is hiding?"

The lips and teeth were opened lightly, and the fingertips brushed the baby's crying eyebrows, and the ghost mother asked.

Hearing this, the baby cried and shook his head repeatedly, expressing that he didn't know.

After getting such an answer, the smile on the ghost mother's face became restrained.

"I don't know if I still don't want to say it. I don't like the unbearable kid."

As he spoke, the ghost mother's fingertips moved upwards, and with a hint of coldness, they fell on the center of the baby's crying eyebrows.

At this moment, I had a premonition that the fear in Ying Ti's eyes turned into substance.

Beng, gently tapped, and a touch of bright red on the fingertips, as if the shell of an egg was broken. The fingertips of the ghost mother pierced the baby's crowing eyebrows.

The jade fingers stirred, and the ghost mother seemed to be digging something, but gradually her brows became tighter and tighter.

"I really don't know. It seems that the Ghost Lord is hiding very deeply this time."

He pulled out his fingers and smoothed the hole between Ying Ti's eyebrows. Looking at Ying Ti, the ghost mother's face was full of apology. Although Ying Ti's life breath was still the same at this time, her eyes were no longer full of spirit, dullness, and she looked like a puppet carrying a string.

"But it's not completely unrealized."

Thinking of some information he got from Ying Ti's mind, the ghost mother still found some fragmented clues, but with these clues, it would take some effort to find the ghost master.

"This time I wronged you, so as compensation, I will let you play in the ten-foot-meter red dust map I woven. This time I will let you give birth to a good baby and take a good look at the prosperity of the world."

As he spoke, the scroll on the embroidered frame exuded an obscure and powerful aura, and the ghost mother sent the baby's cry into it.

This ten-foot red dust picture was embroidered by her own hands and carried her method. Although it is still just a prototype, once she completes all the blank space, it may become a Taoist instrument.

In a moment of ten years, feeling the experience of the baby crying, a smile appeared on the face of the ghost mother, but soon she frowned again and sighed.

As she stood up on the railing, looking down at the entire city, the ghost mother looked sad. At this moment, she looked like a lady with a deep heart, pitiful and pityful lady.

"The world is complicated, when will I understand the true meaning?"

This world is a big cage. The world of the world not only traps the vast world, but also traps herself. Of course, she is not really unable to leave, but she just doesn't want to.

If a monk wants to break through from the real human realm to the Taoist realm, he needs to be born from the Yin-Earth Yang, and realize a little pure Yang, which leads to the transformation of his soul. If a monster wants to break through from the great demon realm to become a demon king, he needs to accumulate tens of years of cultivation, complete qualitative transformation, and form a round and rolling demon pill, and second, he needs to understand a little true meaning of the great Dao.

Compared with the former, the latter is undoubtedly more difficult for most monsters, because the soul of the monster is turbid and difficult to get to the great way. This is the fundamental reason why a large number of monsters with high-quality roots and bones cannot truly become demon kings.

Of course, races like the True Dragon are exceptions. The strongest people have emerged in their clans, and the true meaning of the Great Dao is circulated in their bloodlines. As long as the true dragon with high-quality roots and bones has been cultivated for ten thousand years, has been slowly polished by the years, and has the power of the bloodline, it is very likely that it will naturally become a demon king.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Qi Xuan Dragon Lord wanted to transform into a dragon. Compared to self-understanding the true meaning, it is undoubtedly more likely to rely on the power of blood to break through after transforming into a dragon.

Just as the ghost mother was sighing, a scholar in white happened to walk from the bridge and saw her true face, and was shocked.

"Love?"

I felt something in my heart, and the ghost mother looked at the scholar in white.

"Maybe I should go to the world."

A thought arose in my heart, as if I was frightened. The ghost mother quickly pulled the gauze curtain. In the scholar's eyes, the ghost mother was a little flustered and cute at this time.

Looking at the disappearing beauty, the scholar stopped and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

"I am abrupt and beautiful woman, maybe I should apologize."

After hesitation, the scholar walked into the embroidery building, and the story of a talented man and a beautiful woman began.

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Longhu Mountain, Feilai Peak, Zhang Chunyi has quietly returned.

The Quetadao and his party killed many ghosts. Zhang Chunyi gained a lot, but Zhang Chunyi actually didn't feel much joy. The strangely disappeared baby cry was always a thorn in his heart. However, after refining the objects left by the Man Elephant and the Umbrella Girl, Zhang Chunyi had some guesses in his heart.

A series of magic species were arranged, ignoring many top-grade magic species. Zhang Chunyi picked out a magic species that looked strange, like a silk thread wrapped in a ball. This is a medium-grade magic species, a thread of traction, which was refined from the ghost body of the umbrella woman. The function of this magic species is to make one person fall in love with another person.

"The power is constantly passing, and this is indeed a seed."

Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly when he pinched a thread of pulling the magic genus on his fingertips and felt its passing power.

Each Dharma species is an independent individual, and is perfect and flawless regardless of grade. However, there is a type of Dharma species that is very special and can split out seeds with similar powers, and this seed has defects.

The most important thing is that this is not the first time Zhang Chunyi has come into contact with a seed. When he just came through time, he killed a ghost for the first time. Zhang Chunyi refined a seed from the body of the beautiful ghost and was fascinated.

"It is rare to seeds that can produce seeds, and although the slightest and confusion are not the same seeds, they are strictly classified into the same category, and are all related to the seven emotions and six desires, and may be derived from the same higher-level seeds."

"The beauty ghost is related to the Red Mansion. Could it be that the Red Mansion is involved in this incident?"

The thoughts in my mind were turned because the Dharma seeds that could produce seeds were too rare. I encountered two seeds in a row, and the categories were the same, and they were all related to ghosts. Zhang Chunyi had to have such an association.

"Red Building!"

One thought arises and a hundred thoughts arise. Looking back on the past, Zhang Chunyi suddenly realized that although he had an intersection with the Red Mansion very early, his understanding of this ghost power is still very one-sided.

The most information comes from the incomplete memories of the Manxiang Ghost, but there is still too little. The ghost's power is unexpectedly low-key, not showing any signs of the mountains or showing off.

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Chapter completed!