Chapter five hundred and twentieth, entering the fairy peak
Taking charge of the Wanxiang chessboard, and adding the fairy peaks in the illusion, it is basically certain that the phantom Lin Xi saw is the owner of the cave.
That is, the person who lived with the immortal skull that Lin Xi was holding at the moment.
This scene is indeed a little weird.
Lin Xi felt a little creepy.
Holding a person's skull and meeting this person again, anyone would definitely feel very uncomfortable.
Lin Xi calmed down.
What just appeared before my eyes was just an illusion.
It should be that the faint spiritual thoughts in the immortal skull met the will of the immortal peak, so it showed the light and shadow that once existed. It was just a normal and mysterious phenomenon.
That immortal has passed away.
Even the remains are buried deep in the cemetery.
It really makes people feel powerless that such existences will all perish.
Where did he go?
Why are the bones buried here?
With such terrifying strength, why are there no rumors about him in the world of immortality? Why did he leave the Ten Thousand Immortals Chessboard alone?
Lin Xi couldn't understand these things.
Now he just wants to know what is so different about this immortal peak.
Is it really a living thing?
Lin Xi once again controlled her consciousness to release her kindness: "Senior, I don't mean to disturb you. Is there anything you need help with?"
"Leave here and don't disturb the master's sleep!"
The will of Xianfeng came.
It was ethereal, as if it was gradually dissipating.
But the sadness contained within is about to overflow.
All creatures in the world have feelings.
Even a fairy peak that gave birth to consciousness has emotions.
Perhaps even the immortal did not expect that he had inadvertently helped a fairy mountain to give birth to consciousness, and the fairy mountain had already silently regarded him as its master.
That unmatched will dissipated.
Lin Xi kept shouting but couldn't get any response.
This fairy peak seems to be dead.
Use your last strength to mourn your master and then die.
Lin Xi had some mixed feelings in her heart.
It was born spiritually due to the Wanxiang chessboard, and then gradually transformed into a living being. Unfortunately, its body is too large, and it is extremely difficult to truly transform into a living being.
Even after endless years, it still has not truly become an independent creature.
It must rely on the power of the Vientiane Chessboard to have its own life.
So it naturally became the guardian of the chessboard.
And one day, a group of outsiders came.
These outsiders have an aura that belongs to their masters.
Although it knew that these people might take away the Wanxiang chessboard, it still let these people in without hesitation, because it was the aura of the master.
The Wanxiang chessboard was taken away.
And his life has come to an end.
All that remains is just a trace of lingering thoughts that have not dissipated.
It is extremely difficult for dead things to turn into living things, and it failed.
"Should I say it's sad, or admirable." Lin Xi sighed quietly.
We have been separated for tens of thousands of years, and our goodbyes are like dry bones.
Endless waiting, reunion and farewell.
Although I really want to bury the immortal skull here properly, I am really sorry. This is a treasure and I cannot give it up so casually.
Lin Xi sighed and prepared to leave.
At this time, Zheng Qipeng's voice emerged from Lin Xi's sea of consciousness.
"etc!"
Zheng Qipeng's voice sounded urgent.
I haven’t heard Zheng Qipeng’s voice for a long time.
Because he himself is quite withdrawn and doesn't like chatting much. In addition, as Lin Xi's level improves, he is less and less able to provide help. Sometimes he can only shout for help.
Lin Xi was curious: "What's wrong?"
"This Immortal Peak...is he dead?"
Zheng Qipeng's voice was a little strange.
Lin Xi thought for a while: "It can be said that it never really had an independent life. If you really think about it, it should be considered that it was transformed halfway and then failed."
"It's not a real living thing, is it because it doesn't have a complete soul?" Zheng Qipeng said quickly.
"Of course." Lin Xi was confused: "What do you want to say?"
Zheng Qipeng's voice in the sea of consciousness was slightly nervous: "It did not give birth to a complete soul, it was just a collection of residual thoughts and spirituality. Now that it has failed and died, then I..."
Lin Xi woke up suddenly.
This immortal peak does not have a complete soul.
But its body has actually been transformed over the years, and it has the characteristics of a real living being, although it is different from the traditional concept of living beings.
But Zheng Qipeng lost everything, only retaining the most basic spirit, and it did not dissipate by inhabiting the puppet.
Because among the materials used to make the Black Hand, there is a piece of precious divine soil.
In fact, to be precise, Zheng Qipeng can be resurrected.
But once you leave the puppet, it will die.
And with the strength of his spirit, not even an ordinary person can take it away from him.
Wanting to be reborn is simply more difficult than reaching the sky.
And this fairy peak, after being immersed in spiritual energy for endless years, has long been transformed into a huge piece of sacred soil, which actually has the effect of warming and nourishing the soul.
Plus its own particularity...
Lin Xi was silent for a moment: "You don't want to..."
"Yes." Zheng Qipeng nodded: "I want to try it."
"But this is very dangerous. Once you fail, you will have no choice but to die."
The Yuan Shen takes over the Immortal Peak.
There are too many unstable factors.
Whether the soul matches the body, whether the original consciousness of the immortal peak remains, whether the weak soul can withstand the pressure brought by becoming the master, etc.
"And even if you succeed, you will become an immobile immortal peak and may never be able to become a real living being. If you are in the Black Hand Puppet, at least I can use illusions to help you live in any environment you want."
Lin Xi said hesitantly.
Should he be a vegetable or live a perfect life in a dream?
Many people will choose the latter.
The immobility and boredom can really drive people crazy.
Zheng Qipeng said in a deep voice: "I want to try. At least this way I can still have a chance to live and contact the puppet again. If I stay in the black hand, I will never have this possibility."
Lin Xi shook her head helplessly.
If Zheng Qipeng dies after refining the black hand, he may be very satisfied.
But he didn't die.
He lived and felt everything clearly.
The broadening of his horizons made him full of desire for real life.
"Then give it a try." Lin Xi thought about it again and again, but nodded.
The power of life and death of the Wanxiang chessboard still remains in this fairy peak, which may be of some help. If you wait until this power dissipates, it will be even more difficult to succeed.
Lin Xi summoned the black hand puppet.
The puppet has been refined with blood and can be controlled absolutely.
So it is not difficult to release Zheng Qipeng's soul.
Lin Xi pinched a few spells and hit the black-hand puppet, and then a faint ball of light floated up from his body. The ball of light flickered on and off, making him look very weak.
"Go." Lin Xi used her spiritual power to gently send the ball of light towards the Immortal Peak.
The light group merges.
Then... nothing happened.
For that weak and insignificant spirit.
The fairy peak seems too huge.
It gives people the feeling of a huge drop like trying to scoop up the empty ocean with a water cup.
"Zheng Qipeng?" Lin Xi shouted softly.
Xianfeng showed no response.
After a while, Lin Xi shouted again: "Zheng Qipeng!"
Still no response.
Lin Xi's heart sank slightly.
He waited patiently, hoping to hear some good news.
It's a pity that Xianfeng just stood there quietly without any reaction.
Finally, several hours later, Lin Xi shouted again.
Still no response.
Lin Xi let out a long sigh, stroked the black-hand puppet's hard armor and said, "Don't worry, I will help you make the black-hand puppet famous in the world of immortality."
This is Zheng Qipeng's biggest wish.
Just when Lin Xi was about to leave, a dull syllable popped out from the heart of the mountain.