An Baichang, who is aging again, is shocking, akin to a flashback.
Previous treatment methods failed.
If the original treatment was used again, An Baichang would have been tortured to a different extent.
The seven big guys gathered together again.
"Is there a possibility..." An Qingli pondered and said, "blood has thoughts?"
"Blood has thoughts?" The other six people heard this very freshly.
An Qingli had a different world experience, and also had a symbiotic divine plant called Xiao Jintan, so he continued: "If his blood is regarded as a living thing, a living thing that coexists with him, then he suddenly breaks out of the aging disease.
, that makes sense.”
The other big guys looked at each other.
Mu Sheng said: "Apprentice, your idea is very bold. If blood has life and is a special life form in the cursed land, does this life form have a soul?"
An Qingli said: "Please let someone take a look and you will know."
A magical alchemist asked: "Who can I ask to see?"
An Qingli said: "Are there no people with strange eyes in the upper world? If there are people with strange eyes, they can see their souls. Just invite them."
"Yes, there are." An old doctor said, "But they have already sworn an oath not to look after strange souls for others."
"Huh?" An Qingli was a little confused.
Someone said: "After seeing too much, I stopped talking. So after being pretentious for many years, I stopped talking."
Another person said: "That is their own choice. So far, no new pretentious people have appeared."
An Qingli said: "If there is no upper world, then there is no lower world?"
The white-haired old doctor with an immortal spirit said: "People in the upper realm are too capable and generally do not go down to the lower realm easily, which disrupts the order of the lower realm."
Mu Sheng said: "Call Meng Die."
An Qingli said: "That's not Meng Die, that's Feng Ming."
Mu Sheng said: "Whoever she is, come and have a look."
"What do you think?" An Qingli asked the others.
The rest of the people said: "If people don't come, just come as souls, so as not to mess up the rules and be backlashed by the law of heaven."
An Qingli nodded.
The Shendan Mansion has arranged the Bagua altar. In the Immortal Lord Realm, An Qingli crosses his legs with the altar. He concentrates his mind and closes his eyes to sense.
Huayan Sect in the Central Plains of Bianlan Realm.
Another two thousand years have passed since An Qingli ascended.
The old ancestors passed away and new ancestors grew up.
Feng Mar has grown into one of the ancestors of the Huayan Sect.
When she broke into the tomb of Emperor Zhou Shihuang, Feng Marn was attacked by a powerful ghost.
An Qingli ascended, Shang Shan ascended, Sui Zhen who suppressed Feng Yu ascended, and several older ancestors passed away, Feng Yu was already the number one person in the Bianlan world.
As for the Tianyun Sect in the south, there were thunder-winged tigers that could restrain ghosts, so they still outnumbered Feng Yu.
"When will it be my turn to ascend!"
Feng Marriage, who was in the middle of the Mahayana period, felt deeply lonely.
In today's Bianlan Realm, in addition to her middle stage of Mahayana, there are also several early stages of Mahayana.
In those early days of Mahayana, except for Ji Yanjin from the Ji family, the rest were all old guys who were thousands of years old.
It's so boring to be in the lower realm, really boring.
Feng Mar still likes the days when a group of people broke into the tomb of Zhou Shihuang together.
An Qingli sensed Feng Marriage.
Feng Yu was holding scissors in her hand and was wrapping a bandage on a wooden puppet.
And a group of evil little ghosts, each as honest as a grandson, are cleaning up Feng Ming's ghost castle for her.
Feng Ma's ghost castle was built in a mass grave. It was so gloomy that no living person wanted to step into it.
An Qingli, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, locked onto Feng Yu, moved his fingertips, and suddenly said: "Here comes the soul."
Feng Mar, from the lower realm, suddenly yawned, squinted his eyes in sleepiness, and lay down on the table involuntarily, as if taking a nap.
Feng Marn probably had a dream.
In the dream, she was traveling through layers of clouds, not knowing where she was going.
Then the sea of clouds dispersed, and the scene in front of us suddenly became clearer.
In the empty sky, a huge crystal coffin suddenly appeared again.
Crystal coffin?
coffin?
Feng Maru probably knew that she was dreaming, and that she often came into contact with ghosts and dreamed about coffins, which was normal.
When I got closer, I saw a person lying in the coffin.
dead?
No, it's a living person.
He is still a living person covered in wrinkles and as ugly as a toad.
"What's the situation now?"
Feng Marn circled the crystal coffin twice and looked around carefully.
The current situation is that if you kiss the sleeping toad man, will the toad man wake up?
But that toad man was too ugly, and Feng Marn was also a man who liked skin, so he was too ugly to be spoken of.
However, the surroundings were empty and there was no response at all.
Feng Yu realized something was wrong.
The physical body struggled to wake up, but it couldn't wake up at all.
Oh no! Oh no!
Feng Ming's heart tightened.
This means catching too many ghosts and being caught by them instead.
To break this nightmare, do we really need a kiss?
Feng Yin was unwilling to give in, but in order to get rid of the nightmare, she still made a fist and pouted, like a strong man cutting off his wrist, and moved towards An Baichang's wrinkled face.
But An Baichang is the real An Baichang!
Everything that Feng Mar saw before his eyes was an illusion, an illusion deliberately created by An Qingli. Only An Baichang lay there straight and straight.
"Don't... don't kiss!" Lying in the crystal coffin, An Baichang closed his eyes and quickly said with his stomach, "I have had a wife and children! You just need to tell me how many souls I have!"
"
Feng Yin froze in place with her mouth pouted, and suddenly attacked An Baichang in the stomach with a ghost flame knife.
However, the ghost flame knife penetrated An Baichang's stomach and did not cause any damage to An Baichang.
"What a powerful ghost!"
Feng Ming was shocked, she made hand seals and offered all the runes and spells to exorcise ghosts.
But An Baichang is not a ghost. Even if he is a ghost, he is still a ghost in the fairy world. How can Feng Marn deal with the little Taoism in the lower realm.
"Feng Mar, don't make trouble." An Qingli's voice suddenly came out.
"Evil ghost!"
Feng Mar was even more shocked. The ghost was really powerful. Knowing that he was in awe of An Qingli, he deliberately transformed into An Qingli's voice to confuse him.
An Qingli sighed in his heart, seeing the cruel look on Feng Yin's face, he immediately thought about it, and an invisible force controlled Feng Yin's soul, making Feng Yin unable to move at all.
Feng Yu’s heart beat like a drum, what a powerful ghost!
Could it be that the last immortal soul in Zhou Shihuang's tomb has come down to seek revenge again?
This time she, Feng Marriage, may be in trouble.
"Don't move." It was An Qingli's voice.
If you don’t move, don’t move!
Although she was under the control of others, Feng Ming still knew the current affairs. If she couldn't be defeated, she immediately bowed her head and gave in. The speed of her attitude change was really amazing.
An Qingli said: "Look, the person in the coffin has a symbiotic soul or a parasitic soul."
Feng Mar followed the good example and quickly opened his yin and yang eyes, took a few serious looks, and then replied: "There is no symbiotic soul, no parasitic soul, I swear."