"There is nothing else, so I'll say goodbye first." Mu Cheng bowed.

Although he jokingly called himself a real person to send letters, this kind of life is still relatively comfortable.

A monk wants to rob, and when facing a Jindan monk who sends a letter, he will also think about whether it is worth it.

Plus it is backed by the ancient immortal building.

At least it is reassuring in terms of safety.

The deputy peak master of the Merit Hall returned with a smile: "I want to thank fellow Taoists."

After the two of them were kinder, Mu Cheng walked out of the mountain gate of Wanfa Sect and turned into escape light and disappeared into the distance.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merits took out the token and clicked it on the token. The true seal of Wanfa Zong suddenly appeared. The above merit documents record the friendship and contributions of this owner to Wanfa Zong.

The deputy peak master nodded slightly: "So it's him."

Put the jade slip in your hand out, and the jade slip envelope turned into a stream of light and flew into Canglan Peak.

After putting away the token, the deputy peak master unraveled the technique on the jade slip and watched it in detail.

...

During the practice of cultivation, Canglan Zhenren slowly opened his eyes and the divine light in his eyes was converging.

He waved his hand to find the jade slip that was hovering in the sky, and murmured in confusion: "Why are the senior brother? It's only a short distance between them, so I'm going to send a letter to the jade slip?"

"Huh?" Canglan was surprised.

This jade slip actually had a delicate small formation on the letter. However, the moment his aura came into contact with it, the small formation was like weathered earth and rocks, and finally turned into wind and sand and walked along the gaps in his palm.

"Is it because my senior brother's formation cultivation has improved, so I'm here to show off my flaunt?"

With a joking mood, Canglan opened the jade slip letter.

The originally happy face gradually disappeared with the movement of his eyes, and even turned into a gloomy expressionless face.

Real Man Canglan couldn't help but think of that day.

He doesn't have many disciples.

Among them, some died on the road of cultivation, some died while going out to perform sect tasks, and some were wasted their cultivation and were tired of their family. The few disciples he had high hopes for were not considered a favorable one.

Therefore, the eyes of Canglan Zhenren would inevitably be put on his disciples.

Ding Xie is undoubtedly a good seedling and has a false pill in his mood.

After a year or two, taking the spiritual objects that assist in the formation of pills can definitely condense the golden elixir and become the golden elixir monk on Canglan Peak.

...

That day.

Time is pretty good.

The sunset is setting, and the afterglow is overwhelming the peak and only a beam of horizon is left.

He is the same as today.

Practice and meditate, seeking improvement of one's own cultivation.

I just felt a strange but familiar aura appeared on Canglan Peak.

Unsure, he flew away from the practice cave and appeared in the Zuofeng Temple. He saw a man, a Jindan monk. At first he was very surprised because he recognized the man's aura clearly.

It is his good disciple Dingxie.

He didn't expect that Ding Xie, who had returned home, would become a Jindan monk when he came back.

The remaining light fell on Ding Xie and looked a little dazzling.

But then Canglan Zhenren lost his spirit.

He stared at Ding Xie's back in a daze, spread his spiritual sense and searched back and forth, and finally fell on Ding Xie's body. He was shocked and whispered: "Where is the soul?"

Immediately, the tone was much higher than before: "Where is the soul!"

Perhaps because he heard the call of the master, Ding Xie turned around, his face was pale and blue, his eyes were black and covered with clearness. When he opened, his mouth became a little sharper, just like an ancient demon.

The robe was torn, and the rusty iron feather scales grew on the body.

The chest was constantly rising and falling, and the five internal organs seemed to separate life and wriggle in it. Three filthy divine lights behind the head gathered into a aperture and attached to his head.

Ding Xie bowed and bowed and said, "Master."

He pulled the broken sleeves, covering his devilish palms and blocking his sharp scarlet nails.

The Lord of Canglan Peak, the Grand Master of Jindan, stood there in a daze on the spot. When the disciple who had high hopes appeared in front of him again, he still felt it was difficult for him to accept this strange state.

"Cangyun, something happened to your apprentice!"

On this day, the roar of Jindan Zhenren resounded throughout Canglan Peak.

At that moment, the Taoist Cang Yun flew to the dojo in a hurry and almost fell to the ground. Then he widened his eyes and was about to reach out to touch Ding Xie.

Ding Xie took a step back, shook his head and said, "Master."

Taoist Cang Yun slowly put down his hand and said with a forced smile: "It's good to come back."

“Don’t be afraid when you get home.”

As I spoke, two tears had already flowed down.

Taoist Cang Yun knelt on the ground with a thud, grabbed the ground with his head, and begged: "Master, please save my disciple."

The Jindan Grand Master standing there closed his eyes.

If he could save him, he would have taken action long ago, but he could not see what evil magic was in his disciples, nor did he understand why even the Yin God condensed by his soul disappeared.

To put it bluntly, Ding Xie, who is standing in front of them now, is dead.

It is a living corpse.

Even the great monk of Nascent Soul could not revive himself. How could he, a master in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, complete his innovation?

Faced with his disciple's plea, he had no choice.

He could only comfort him softly: "Cangyun, there will always be separation from life and death in this world. As a monk, you should be more open-minded."

"Master, Master, what Master said is right."

"It's the disciple who is unfilial."

"I let my master down on my cultivation and expectations."

Ding Xie couldn't bear to be more than a hundred years old, his master knelt on the ground and begged for him.

Even if he is asking for his own master, his Ding Xie's master.

At that time, he could have forced himself to stop his cultivation. Even if he failed in the final breakthrough, it was just a accumulation of time in the future. He could still be young and his future should be good.

However, there is no regret in the path of cultivation.

Ding Xie felt that he was beginning to forget what happened before.

He forgot a lot.

This strange change made his body stronger. If he could only be considered a mid-level mid-level in the early stage of the Golden Pill that day, then his strength has now reached the top.

The most important thing is that the damaged and dry dantian has recovered a lot, and even condensed mana.

The body involuntarily began to practice.

And go further.

The cultivation level is loose, the strength is improved, and the body becomes weird.

These changes made him feel panic.

Three filthy divine lights behind the head turned into a moon-falling reflection of the body, and the body grew apart from the body, and the five internal organs of the chest were painful from time to time, just like the five internal organs became sperm and had their own consciousness.

The scales were shedding, and the feathers were weaving into a robe to cover him.

His body is completely different from before.

This made Ding Xie feel scared.

If he completely forgets who he is and transforms into a demon, he doesn't know what his body will become.

But in the end, he wanted to end up as a human being.

Even though I already knew that what I was facing was death.

Real Man Canglan did not see these, but Ding Xie's master saw them. He saw the fear in his disciple's eyes, just like a child's natural fear of terrifying things.

...

Real Man Canglan slowly opened his eyes.

Later he investigated the incident in Beiluo Mountain. Although Beiluo Mountain blocked the news, Wanfazong's intelligence agency was very strong, he still analyzed clues.

"What should he know if the Yin God is lost."

True Man Canglan restrained the divine light in his eyes.
To be continued...