Middle-earth, Taizhou, underground, underworld, and tall yin-yang locust trees penetrate reality and yin and underworld.
After years of operation, a ghost town has been established here, with Yin soldiers stationed to guard the Yin and Yang Road. If there is a crisis, they will mobilize the power of the war city to directly cut off the Yin and Yang Road.
"Are you really planning to perform an autopsy here?"
Walking on Yin and Yang Road, Zhang Chunyi asked.
Hearing this, Wu Mian nodded.
"The energy of life and death is intertwined here. It is the intersection of the Yang world and the Yin world. It is most in line with the true meaning of Taiyin Corpse Analysis. It is a natural tomb of the living dead, and there is no need for additional arrangements."
The rotten atmosphere around him became stronger and stronger. Looking ahead, Wumian stopped.
There are pitch-black chains lying across the void, connected to each other, like a spider web, and in the center of the spider web, directly above the Yin-Yang Road, there is an ancient bronze coffin hanging in the air, with the shape of a laurel engraved on it, exuding
A cold, dead breath.
"Liuer took the soil from the River of Wishi, the water from the Lake of Samsara, and the branches and leaves of the Taiyin laurel, and used the heroic soul iron to refine this burial coffin for me. Although it cannot directly increase the probability of the success of my corpse, it can stabilize my soul.
Even if the autopsy fails, with this burial coffin and the immortality of my own soul, there may still be a glimmer of hope left."
With a calm expression on his face, Wumian spoke.
He has not yet reached the peak of his practice of the Taiyin Refining Method, but the decay of his body has made it impossible for him to procrastinate any longer.
Hearing this, Zhang Chunyi remained silent.
Although this burial coffin was carefully refined by Liu'er, it is actually uncertain how much effect it can have. There is a high probability that the effect will be extremely mediocre. This is because the secret method of Taiyin Corpse Extraction is too magical and its transformation is extremely complete.
Once it fails, the monk will basically die.
"This time I need you to help me protect the law."
As he spoke, Wumian walked towards the bronze coffin step by step.
With a creak, the bronze coffin opened, and Wu Mian lay down in it. As the bronze coffin closed, the Yin Qi between heaven and earth suddenly became strong. I don't know when a bright moon was reflected in the void, and its cold moonlight shone on the bronze coffin completely.
shrouded.
Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi said nothing and watched silently.
Time passed, and I don’t know how long it took. The Yin Qi between heaven and earth turned into substance, like strands of black mist floating between heaven and earth, and the source of all this was the bronze coffin.
At some point, the bronze coffin was stained with an unknown blood color, giving off a slightly rotten atmosphere.
At this moment, the decaying breath in the bronze coffin has turned into substance. Lying in it, running the secret method, the sleepless breath of life has completely dissipated. Its flesh and blood have rotted, and its nails, teeth, and hair have withered away, leaving only the rotten flesh wrapped around the bones.
His body was really dead, and even the aura of his soul had dissipated. Only his internal organs remained strangely alive and did not rot with the other flesh and blood.
"Taiyin Shijie is born after death. Death is easy, but life is difficult."
Completely losing his sense of Wumian, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly as he looked at the decaying aura escaping. He knew that Wumian had reached the most difficult step.
Condensing the fluctuations in his heart, Zhang Chunyi continued to guard him silently, sitting cross-legged on the Yin-Yang Road, and this guarding lasted for a year.
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To the east of the Southeast Road, in the Whirlpool Sea, a long whale call sounded, and the sea spontaneously parted, revealing the sand on the seabed. A huge whale with a head a hundred feet long, a pair of coral horns, double fins like wings, a black back, and a snow-white belly emerged from the sea.
It jumped out, swung its tail and waved its fins, soaring freely in the sky like a bird, straight into the sea of clouds.
Its name is Kunpeng, and it is a famous monster. The blood of Kunpeng flows in its body, and the breath of this Kunwhale has reached the limit of the Demon King Realm.
"Master, didn't you say that you would continue to retreat in the blessed land and wait for the heavenly changes to come? Why did you suddenly come out of seclusion?"
Standing on the back of the Kun Whale, a young boy wearing a flowered bellyband looked at the figure beside him and asked. He was thin, with bones wrapped in skin. His skin was dark, his palms were covered with thick calluses, and he was wearing coarse linen clothes.
, wearing straw sandals on his feet and a fish basket woven from bamboo hung around his waist, he looked like an old fisherman.
After hearing the boy's words, he stood above the clouds and looked into the distance. A look of helplessness appeared on the old man's withered face.
"In life, there is always some concern, more or less, they are like a net covering everyone, preventing people from being free."
"I once owed something to others, and now it's time for me to repay it, but that's okay. As long as I understand this cause and effect, I will no longer have any worries in my heart, and I can calmly understand the immortal way. When the time comes, I will take you to the East China Sea to fish.
Dragon whale."
Stroking the boy's hair and looking into the distance, a sharp light suddenly flashed in the old man's originally cloudy eyes.
Hearing this, the boy immediately cheered. He was already looking forward to fishing for dragon whales.
But at this moment, a fierce sword light came from the distance and tore the sea of clouds apart.
Hum, the sword light dissipated, and the figure of a Taoist nun appeared in front of Kunjing. She had white hair, tied with a jade hairpin, and her face looked about thirty or forty years old. She had good looks and was very heroic. The only
It's a pity that the evil spirit between his eyebrows destroyed this beauty, giving people a feeling that strangers are not allowed to enter.
"Yusou, are you finally willing to come out of the Whirlpool Sea? Aren't you going to die there?"
His eyes fell on the old man, and cold words came from the mouth of the middle-aged Taoist nun.
Hearing these cold words, the old man looked at the middle-aged Taoist nun. He did not feel the slightest anger, and his dark face was full of emotion.
"Chiying, you are still so beautiful, but what happened to your white hair? Who hurt you?"
Looking at the familiar face of the middle-aged Taoist nun, the fisherman sighed with emotion. However, when he saw the other party's white hair, his originally subtle aura suddenly fluctuated, and his brows furrowed tightly.
After hearing this and seeing the fisherman's behavior, although Chi Ying's expression remained unchanged, his words softened a bit.
"No one can hurt me. I just practiced a secret technique. Why did you contact me this time? I thought you were going to avoid me all your life."
When his eyes fell on the fisherman, Chi Ying showed a trace of doubt on his face.
Hearing this, the fisherman pulled out the young boy who was hiding behind him.
"He is my new apprentice. I named him Yuhua. He has good talent and can inherit my mantle in the future. I hope you can help me take care of him for a while. If I never come back, then let him become my disciple."
Enter the Xijian Pavilion."
Looking at Chi Ying, the fisherman made his request.
Hearing this, she was keenly aware of something. Chi Ying's expression changed slightly. She heard something about the funeral arrangements from the fisherman's words.
"Where are you going?"
With his eyes as sharp as a knife, Chi Ying seemed to want to see through the fisherman.
"Longhu Mountain."
Without hesitation, the fisherman gave his answer.
Hearing this, Chi Ying's brows furrowed even more tightly.