Chapter 88
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Lin Zhizhi didn't see the scene of his master asking again, and his face changed after he got the answer at that time. He flew to the inner mountain with his leader's token, and stopped at the entrance of Xumi dreamland in the inner mountain. The boy with black hair lit up the rune paper in his hand. After a while, a tall man in a blue shirt appeared at the door with a frame on his head.
It was the master of Xumi's dreamland. Fengshuang came out to see Lin Zhizhi.
The young man with black hair was running in a hurry. His face was flushed, and his chest was heaving up and down violently. Lin Zhizhi was very worried. He barely told Fengshuang not to get angry on the spot.
His only son died for him. As a father, how could Feng Shuang not blame him at all? If Fengshuang had not been a very sensible father, he had taught his stupid son how to roast chicken to his sweetheart. He knew Fengqin's heart, so he didn't go to Lin Zhizhi for trouble.
The stupid phoenix of his own family is willing. Who can blame it?!
Fortunately, it's not hopeless. If we can successfully survive the disaster, it will be good for Fengqin's mind.
Feng Shuang has a cold and hard face on her face. She brushes her sleeve and takes Lin Zhizhi into Xumi's dreamland.
Xumi's Wonderland is beautiful inside, just like a fairyland, with vigorous aura. All kinds of miraculous drugs and flowers thrive. Anyway, it's much more beautiful than master daozun's bald iceberg cave.
It's just that people in the dreamland are not interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery. Fengshuang leads Lin Zhizhi to a medicine Pavilion. There is already a middle-aged beautiful woman. She is dressed in a black gold cloud embroidered shirt, wearing a water colored thin cigarette gauze, with a Golden Phoenix mother inlaid in her bun. It is Fengling, Fengqin's mother.
She obviously cried, and her eyes were slightly red. Seeing Feng Shuang coming back, Feng Ling's eyes fell on the black haired boy beside him.
This is the first time she met Lin Zhizhi.
Out of her son's affection for him, she should love her husband. But Fengqin would rather choose self sacrifice for him, which makes her feel resentful. Fortunately, Lin Zhizhi's appearance is good enough. She is not the enchanting person in her imagination.
Otherwise, she really wants to revive her son.
Feng Ling pointed to the wooden basin in front of him. His voice was sour: "he's here."
Lin Zhizhi is looking for fame. It's a very precious spirit weapon. According to legend, it was a branch of a tree that supported the canopy of heaven in ancient times when it collapsed. It was made into a basin, which had great restorative power for the Phoenix people. The basin is soaked with some liquid medicine, and the nirvana egg is quietly staying in it.
The young master of the Lin family looked at the phoenix egg and was silent for a moment. He turned to the couple and said, "I'm sorry."
It's OK that he doesn't make a statement. He apologizes like this, so that Fengling doesn't care with the younger generation any more. The beautiful woman shook her head: "it's his own choice."
"What's the matter, sir? Listen to the real person of Zhangjiao. Is it about spirits? Is there a way to treat it? " Lin Zhizhi bit his lip and asked.
Feng Shuang raised her hand and poured a light into the liquid medicine: "when he came out, he passed through the water of the Styx river. The water is so Yin and poisonous that it can't digest the spirit of Zhenfeng. If my guess is right, his spirit should be in the way of the yellow spring at this time. "
"Huangquan road..." Lin Zhizhi frowned.
"Not bad. There are three ghost ways: one is the spring, the other is Shura, and the third is livestock. No one who is imprisoned in these three ways can be reincarnated. " Feng Shuang explained, "I don't think about whether it has such an appetite or not, leaving a real Phoenix spirit!"
The last sentence is loud, and Fengshuang is obviously very angry.
"I've heard that the ghost gate in Yinquan sect can lead to the ghost road." Lin Zhizhi is searching for the memory of ghosts in his mind.
"What do you know I don't know?" Feng frost can't bear to say, "I invited the elder of Yinquan sect, and paid some price. I also went into the huangquan sect myself - but I didn't find him."
At this point, the man who was just angry suddenly sighed and looked at Lin Zhi deeply: "the elder said that maybe the most concerned person in Fengqin's memory should be able to call his spirit back from the huangquan path."
Lin Zhizhi
"I'm so angry. Ling'er and I gave birth to him and raised him for so many years. In the end, we're not his favorite people." Feng Shuang is full of jealousy. "Seeing you, my stupid son has forgotten his name."
“……”
"Forget it, I don't want to get involved in the emotional problems of your younger generation." The man is getting up, looking at the young man with black hair who has been silent, "I only ask you one word, would you like to go to huangquan?"
"How do you get to huangquan?" Lin Zhizhi asked calmly.
Never shirking responsibility is one of his good qualities.
"In the Yin Quan sect." His answer is to let Feng frost some special look, quite some understanding of their stupid son's choice.
"I can do it any time." Lin Zhizhi goes to the phoenix egg and touches its shell.
Fengshuang is also a man of vigorous and resolute action. He got in touch with the elder of Yinquan sect by means of Chuanyin talisman, and successfully made a deal, so that Yinquan sect agreed to open another ghost door for Lin Zhizhi.Before taking Lin Zhizhi to yinquanzong, Fengling stopped him and hesitated to remind him: "son, it's very dangerous there."
She knew that daozun valued Lin Zhizhi very much.
If he had an accident in the netherworld, maybe he would make Xuanhua angry.
Lin Zhizhi turned around and gave her a smile: "I know. It doesn't matter. I'll bring him back. "
This smile is very light, fleeting, such as the beginning of melting ice and snow, for no reason called Fengling peace of mind.
***********
Yinquan sect.
Only a real dragon can compete with Tianfeng in speed. With Fengshuang's efforts, it took only three hours to reach Yinquan sect from Luoxian sword sect.
All the disciples of Yinquan sect practiced guidao, which was discriminated against by the decent disciples. It was built at the bottom of a green lake in the Miao area. There is a ghost cave at the bottom of the lake, which has twice the effect on the cultivation of ghost way.
Because Fengshuang had been to Yinquan for a long time, they were not unfamiliar with his requirements.
The ghost way is natural and the home of human soul. The ghost gate of Yinquan sect is a space channel opened by Da Neng. It takes countless ghost power and spirit stone energy to open it once. In recent years, Yinquan sect only rewards elite disciples by entering the ghost gate, and puts them in for training. The death and injury rate is as high as 60%.
To a certain extent, the practice of Yinquan sect is more like the evil way - except for Yinquan, the other three sects will not use this method to train their disciples.
When the elder of Yinquan sect, Gui Qi Sen, took Lin Zhizhi to the ghost gate, Feng Shuang put a bracelet on the wrist of the boy beside him and reminded him, "it's made of Requiem wood. It can strengthen your divine consciousness. After you find him, you can crush it and come back. Remember, don't touch the water of the yellow spring, and don't go to the depths of the yellow spring. Just try your best to summon the soul - at least you should come back. "
Lin Zhizhi kept every word in mind and nodded to the elder of Yinquan sect to indicate that he was ready.
Several elders look at each other. Fengshuang protects the Dharma in person. After the green light is flourishing, the ghost door opens. The terrible ghost roars from the dark, and a force of suction leads Lin Zhizhi's spirit into the ghost door.
His body stood still, eyes closed.
"It's a perfect soul," a Yin spring elder praised after Lin Zhizhi went in. "If he died in it, he might become the most powerful ghost King..."
Feng Shuang glared at him angrily and said, "it's a pity he can't
Elder Yinquan chuckled and stopped talking.
Several people gathered around the ghost door to meditate, and the scene quieted down again.
But Lin Zhizhi felt dizzy and went to a strange place. Dark, endless road, ghost roar mixed with the sound of river flow in the ear.
He was conscious and self-conscious, and his whole body was full of misty white light - like a jade statue carved with fine jade. There was nothing in his body, no weapon, only the bracelet made of Requiem Wood followed in the form of spirit body.
Just like Fengshuang said before - eh? incorrect.
Lin Zhizhi felt something moving on his left shoulder. He patted it with one hand and saw a small Phoenix spirit fluttering in his palm.
"Fengqin?" Lin Zhizhi grabs its small wings and explores in surprise.
But soon something wrong happened to him. This little Phoenix has its own appearance and no voice. It only acts like a coquetry in front of him - the spirit of pills.
Lin Zhizhi quickly determined its identity, can't help but wonder, how does the spirit of Dan Yao enter the ghost way?
After thinking for a while, the young man with black hair had no answer. He put the shape of the elixir on his shoulder and began to call his soul in his mind: Fengqin -
there is no language in huangquan.
In the endless ghosts, we can only rely on the powerful mind to find the target.
At the same time, that person should be strong enough and firm enough to accept your call to the soul, and come back through the water of the yellow spring.
Lin Zhizhi's consciousness spreads out and stirs up layers of ripples in the ghost road. He tries his best to concentrate his thoughts and call Fengqin's name. However, he waited in place for a long time, but also failed to wait for the little Phoenix's soul.
At this time, the Danfeng flapped its wings and flew a distance to the West. As if feeling that Lin Zhizhi didn't keep up with him, he turned back to urge him to raise his tail feathers and motioned him to follow.
It's not fun to get lost in the ghost road.
If found by the powerful fallen spirits, they may be killed here. But if you are afraid of risks, this trip may be in vain -
the young master of the Lin family pondered a little, stroked the soothing wooden bracelet and followed.
The road is long and blocked, surrounded by the murmuring sound of water drops, and the constant roar of ghosts, which is gloomy and terrifying.
Lin Zhizhi wrote down the road he had taken in his mind, and at the same time, he paid attention not to touch the yellow water flowing out - the creatures who had been contaminated with the yellow spring water would be lost in the ghost way forever and could not go back to the world.
Every time he walked a certain distance, he would stop and wait for his soul to be summoned. But every time he failed, he had to follow Danfeng.Lin Zhizhi had an intuition that Fengqin, as a living soul, was trapped by something.
He followed Danfeng to walk, all the way to avoid a few wandering swallow soul, into the depths of the yellow spring road.
At last, Lin Zhizhi saw a yellow spring. At the end of the lake, there lived a huge Phoenix. The lake was as deep as his neck.
He completely plunged himself into the water.
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Lin Zhizhi didn't see the scene of his master asking again, and his face changed after he got the answer at that time. He flew to the inner mountain with his leader's token, and stopped at the entrance of Xumi dreamland in the inner mountain. The boy with black hair lit up the rune paper in his hand. After a while, a tall man in a blue shirt appeared at the door with a frame on his head.
It was the master of Xumi's dreamland. Fengshuang came out to see Lin Zhizhi.
The young man with black hair was running in a hurry. His face was flushed, and his chest was heaving up and down violently. Lin Zhizhi was very worried. He barely told Fengshuang not to get angry on the spot.
His only son died for him. As a father, how could Feng Shuang not blame him at all? If Fengshuang had not been a very sensible father, he had taught his stupid son how to roast chicken to his sweetheart. He knew Fengqin's heart, so he didn't go to Lin Zhizhi for trouble.
The stupid phoenix of his own family is willing. Who can blame it?!
Fortunately, it's not hopeless. If we can successfully survive the disaster, it will be good for Fengqin's mind.
Feng Shuang has a cold and hard face on her face. She brushes her sleeve and takes Lin Zhizhi into Xumi's dreamland.
Xumi's Wonderland is beautiful inside, just like a fairyland, with vigorous aura. All kinds of miraculous drugs and flowers thrive. Anyway, it's much more beautiful than master daozun's bald iceberg cave.
It's just that people in the dreamland are not interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery. Fengshuang leads Lin Zhizhi to a medicine Pavilion. There is already a middle-aged beautiful woman. She is dressed in a black gold cloud embroidered shirt, wearing a water colored thin cigarette gauze, with a Golden Phoenix mother inlaid in her bun. It is Fengling, Fengqin's mother.
She obviously cried, and her eyes were slightly red. Seeing Feng Shuang coming back, Feng Ling's eyes fell on the black haired boy beside him.
This is the first time she met Lin Zhizhi.
Out of her son's affection for him, she should love her husband. But Fengqin would rather choose self sacrifice for him, which makes her feel resentful. Fortunately, Lin Zhizhi's appearance is good enough. She is not the enchanting person in her imagination.
Otherwise, she really wants to revive her son.
Feng Ling pointed to the wooden basin in front of him. His voice was sour: "he's here."
Lin Zhizhi is looking for fame. It's a very precious spirit weapon. According to legend, it was a branch of a tree that supported the canopy of heaven in ancient times when it collapsed. It was made into a basin, which had great restorative power for the Phoenix people. The basin is soaked with some liquid medicine, and the nirvana egg is quietly staying in it.
The young master of the Lin family looked at the phoenix egg and was silent for a moment. He turned to the couple and said, "I'm sorry."
It's OK that he doesn't make a statement. He apologizes like this, so that Fengling doesn't care with the younger generation any more. The beautiful woman shook her head: "it's his own choice."
"What's the matter, sir? Listen to the real person of Zhangjiao. Is it about spirits? Is there a way to treat it? " Lin Zhizhi bit his lip and asked.
Feng Shuang raised her hand and poured a light into the liquid medicine: "when he came out, he passed through the water of the Styx river. The water is so Yin and poisonous that it can't digest the spirit of Zhenfeng. If my guess is right, his spirit should be in the way of the yellow spring at this time. "
"Huangquan road..." Lin Zhizhi frowned.
"Not bad. There are three ghost ways: one is the spring, the other is Shura, and the third is livestock. No one who is imprisoned in these three ways can be reincarnated. " Feng Shuang explained, "I don't think about whether it has such an appetite or not, leaving a real Phoenix spirit!"
The last sentence is loud, and Fengshuang is obviously very angry.
"I've heard that the ghost gate in Yinquan sect can lead to the ghost road." Lin Zhizhi is searching for the memory of ghosts in his mind.
"What do you know I don't know?" Feng frost can't bear to say, "I invited the elder of Yinquan sect, and paid some price. I also went into the huangquan sect myself - but I didn't find him."
At this point, the man who was just angry suddenly sighed and looked at Lin Zhi deeply: "the elder said that maybe the most concerned person in Fengqin's memory should be able to call his spirit back from the huangquan path."
Lin Zhizhi
"I'm so angry. Ling'er and I gave birth to him and raised him for so many years. In the end, we're not his favorite people." Feng Shuang is full of jealousy. "Seeing you, my stupid son has forgotten his name."
“……”
"Forget it, I don't want to get involved in the emotional problems of your younger generation." The man is getting up, looking at the young man with black hair who has been silent, "I only ask you one word, would you like to go to huangquan?"
"How do you get to huangquan?" Lin Zhizhi asked calmly.
Never shirking responsibility is one of his good qualities.
"In the Yin Quan sect." His answer is to let Feng frost some special look, quite some understanding of their stupid son's choice.
"I can do it any time." Lin Zhizhi goes to the phoenix egg and touches its shell.
Fengshuang is also a man of vigorous and resolute action. He got in touch with the elder of Yinquan sect by means of Chuanyin talisman, and successfully made a deal, so that Yinquan sect agreed to open another ghost door for Lin Zhizhi.Before taking Lin Zhizhi to yinquanzong, Fengling stopped him and hesitated to remind him: "son, it's very dangerous there."
She knew that daozun valued Lin Zhizhi very much.
If he had an accident in the netherworld, maybe he would make Xuanhua angry.
Lin Zhizhi turned around and gave her a smile: "I know. It doesn't matter. I'll bring him back. "
This smile is very light, fleeting, such as the beginning of melting ice and snow, for no reason called Fengling peace of mind.
***********
Yinquan sect.
Only a real dragon can compete with Tianfeng in speed. With Fengshuang's efforts, it took only three hours to reach Yinquan sect from Luoxian sword sect.
All the disciples of Yinquan sect practiced guidao, which was discriminated against by the decent disciples. It was built at the bottom of a green lake in the Miao area. There is a ghost cave at the bottom of the lake, which has twice the effect on the cultivation of ghost way.
Because Fengshuang had been to Yinquan for a long time, they were not unfamiliar with his requirements.
The ghost way is natural and the home of human soul. The ghost gate of Yinquan sect is a space channel opened by Da Neng. It takes countless ghost power and spirit stone energy to open it once. In recent years, Yinquan sect only rewards elite disciples by entering the ghost gate, and puts them in for training. The death and injury rate is as high as 60%.
To a certain extent, the practice of Yinquan sect is more like the evil way - except for Yinquan, the other three sects will not use this method to train their disciples.
When the elder of Yinquan sect, Gui Qi Sen, took Lin Zhizhi to the ghost gate, Feng Shuang put a bracelet on the wrist of the boy beside him and reminded him, "it's made of Requiem wood. It can strengthen your divine consciousness. After you find him, you can crush it and come back. Remember, don't touch the water of the yellow spring, and don't go to the depths of the yellow spring. Just try your best to summon the soul - at least you should come back. "
Lin Zhizhi kept every word in mind and nodded to the elder of Yinquan sect to indicate that he was ready.
Several elders look at each other. Fengshuang protects the Dharma in person. After the green light is flourishing, the ghost door opens. The terrible ghost roars from the dark, and a force of suction leads Lin Zhizhi's spirit into the ghost door.
His body stood still, eyes closed.
"It's a perfect soul," a Yin spring elder praised after Lin Zhizhi went in. "If he died in it, he might become the most powerful ghost King..."
Feng Shuang glared at him angrily and said, "it's a pity he can't
Elder Yinquan chuckled and stopped talking.
Several people gathered around the ghost door to meditate, and the scene quieted down again.
But Lin Zhizhi felt dizzy and went to a strange place. Dark, endless road, ghost roar mixed with the sound of river flow in the ear.
He was conscious and self-conscious, and his whole body was full of misty white light - like a jade statue carved with fine jade. There was nothing in his body, no weapon, only the bracelet made of Requiem Wood followed in the form of spirit body.
Just like Fengshuang said before - eh? incorrect.
Lin Zhizhi felt something moving on his left shoulder. He patted it with one hand and saw a small Phoenix spirit fluttering in his palm.
"Fengqin?" Lin Zhizhi grabs its small wings and explores in surprise.
But soon something wrong happened to him. This little Phoenix has its own appearance and no voice. It only acts like a coquetry in front of him - the spirit of pills.
Lin Zhizhi quickly determined its identity, can't help but wonder, how does the spirit of Dan Yao enter the ghost way?
After thinking for a while, the young man with black hair had no answer. He put the shape of the elixir on his shoulder and began to call his soul in his mind: Fengqin -
there is no language in huangquan.
In the endless ghosts, we can only rely on the powerful mind to find the target.
At the same time, that person should be strong enough and firm enough to accept your call to the soul, and come back through the water of the yellow spring.
Lin Zhizhi's consciousness spreads out and stirs up layers of ripples in the ghost road. He tries his best to concentrate his thoughts and call Fengqin's name. However, he waited in place for a long time, but also failed to wait for the little Phoenix's soul.
At this time, the Danfeng flapped its wings and flew a distance to the West. As if feeling that Lin Zhizhi didn't keep up with him, he turned back to urge him to raise his tail feathers and motioned him to follow.
It's not fun to get lost in the ghost road.
If found by the powerful fallen spirits, they may be killed here. But if you are afraid of risks, this trip may be in vain -
the young master of the Lin family pondered a little, stroked the soothing wooden bracelet and followed.
The road is long and blocked, surrounded by the murmuring sound of water drops, and the constant roar of ghosts, which is gloomy and terrifying.
Lin Zhizhi wrote down the road he had taken in his mind, and at the same time, he paid attention not to touch the yellow water flowing out - the creatures who had been contaminated with the yellow spring water would be lost in the ghost way forever and could not go back to the world.
Every time he walked a certain distance, he would stop and wait for his soul to be summoned. But every time he failed, he had to follow Danfeng.Lin Zhizhi had an intuition that Fengqin, as a living soul, was trapped by something.
He followed Danfeng to walk, all the way to avoid a few wandering swallow soul, into the depths of the yellow spring road.
At last, Lin Zhizhi saw a yellow spring. At the end of the lake, there lived a huge Phoenix. The lake was as deep as his neck.
He completely plunged himself into the water.
Lin Zhizhi didn't see the scene of his master asking again, and his face changed after he got the answer at that time. He flew to the inner mountain with his leader's token, and stopped at the entrance of Xumi dreamland in the inner mountain. The boy with black hair lit up the rune paper in his hand. After a while, a tall man in a blue shirt appeared at the door with a frame on his head. It was the master of Xumi's dreamland. Fengshuang came out to see Lin Zhizhi. The young man with black hair was running in a hurry. His face was flushed, and his chest was heaving up and down violently. Lin Zhizhi was very worried. He barely told Fengshuang not to get angry on the spot. His only son died for him. As a father, how could Feng Shuang not blame him at all? If Fengshuang had not been a very sensible father, he had taught his stupid son how to roast chicken to his sweetheart. He knew Fengqin's heart, so he didn't go to Lin Zhizhi for trouble. The stupid phoenix of his own family is willing. Who can blame it?! Fortunately, it's not hopeless. If we can successfully survive the disaster, it will be good for Fengqin's mind. Feng Shuang has a cold and hard face on her face. She brushes her sleeve and takes Lin Zhizhi into Xumi's dreamland. Xumi's Wonderland is beautiful inside, just like a fairyland, with vigorous aura. All kinds of miraculous drugs and flowers thrive. Anyway, it's much more beautiful than master daozun's bald iceberg cave. It's just that people in the dreamland are not interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery. Fengshuang leads Lin Zhizhi to a medicine Pavilion. There is already a middle-aged beautiful woman. She is dressed in a black gold cloud embroidered shirt, wearing a water colored thin cigarette gauze, with a Golden Phoenix mother inlaid in her bun. It is Fengling, Fengqin's mother. She obviously cried, and her eyes were slightly red. Seeing Feng Shuang coming back, Feng Ling's eyes fell on the black haired boy beside him. This is the first time she met Lin Zhizhi. Out of her son's affection for him, she should love her husband. But Fengqin would rather choose self sacrifice for him, which makes her feel resentful. Fortunately, Lin Zhizhi's appearance is good enough. She is not the enchanting person in her imagination. Otherwise, she really wants to revive her son. Feng Ling pointed to the wooden basin in front of him. His voice was sour: "he's here." Lin Zhizhi is looking for fame. It's a very precious spirit weapon. According to legend, it was a branch of a tree that supported the canopy of heaven in ancient times when it collapsed. It was made into a basin, which had great restorative power for the Phoenix people. The basin is soaked with some liquid medicine, and the nirvana egg is quietly staying in it. The young master of the Lin family looked at the phoenix egg and was silent for a moment. He turned to the couple and said, "I'm sorry." It's OK that he doesn't make a statement. He apologizes like this, so that Fengling doesn't care with the younger generation any more. The beautiful woman shook her head: "it's his own choice." "What's the matter, sir? Listen to the real person of Zhangjiao. Is it about spirits? Is there a way to treat it? " Lin Zhizhi bit his lip and asked. Feng Shuang raised her hand and poured a light into the liquid medicine: "when he came out, he passed through the water of the Styx river. The water is so Yin and poisonous that it can't digest the spirit of Zhenfeng. If my guess is right, his spirit should be in the way of the yellow spring at this time. " "Huangquan road..." Lin Zhizhi frowned. "Not bad. There are three ghost ways: one is the spring, the other is Shura, and the third is livestock. No one who is imprisoned in these three ways can be reincarnated. " Feng Shuang explained, "I don't think about whether it has such an appetite or not, leaving a real Phoenix spirit!" The last sentence is loud, and Fengshuang is obviously very angry. "I've heard that the ghost gate in Yinquan sect can lead to the ghost road." Lin Zhizhi is searching for the memory of ghosts in his mind. "What do you know I don't know?" Feng frost can't bear to say, "I invited the elder of Yinquan sect, and paid some price. I also went into the huangquan sect myself - but I didn't find him." At this point, the man who was just angry suddenly sighed and looked at Lin Zhi deeply: "the elder said that maybe the most concerned person in Fengqin's memory should be able to call his spirit back from the huangquan path." Lin Zhizhi "I'm so angry. Ling'er and I gave birth to him and raised him for so many years. In the end, we're not his favorite people." Feng Shuang is full of jealousy. "Seeing you, my stupid son has forgotten his name." "Forget it, I don't want to get involved in the emotional problems of your younger generation." The man is getting up, looking at the young man with black hair who has been silent, "I only ask you one word, would you like to go to huangquan?" "How do you get to huangquan?" Lin Zhizhi asked calmly. Never shirking responsibility is one of his good qualities. "In the Yin Quan sect." His answer is to let Feng frost some special look, quite some understanding of their stupid son's choice. "I can do it any time." Lin Zhizhi goes to the phoenix egg and touches its shell. Fengshuang is also a man of vigorous and resolute action. He got in touch with the elder of Yinquan sect by means of Chuanyin talisman, and successfully made a deal, so that Yinquan sect agreed to open another ghost door for Lin Zhizhi.Before taking Lin Zhizhi to yinquanzong, Fengling stopped him and hesitated to remind him: "son, it's very dangerous there." She knew that daozun valued Lin Zhizhi very much. If he had an accident in the netherworld, maybe he would make Xuanhua angry. Lin Zhizhi turned around and gave her a smile: "I know. It doesn't matter. I'll bring him back. " This smile is very light, fleeting, such as the beginning of melting ice and snow, for no reason called Fengling peace of mind. ***********Yinquan sect. Only a real dragon can compete with Tianfeng in speed. With Fengshuang's efforts, it took only three hours to reach Yinquan sect from Luoxian sword sect. All the disciples of Yinquan sect practiced guidao, which was discriminated against by the decent disciples. It was built at the bottom of a green lake in the Miao area. There is a ghost cave at the bottom of the lake, which has twice the effect on the cultivation of ghost way. Because Fengshuang had been to Yinquan for a long time, they were not unfamiliar with his requirements. The ghost way is natural and the home of human soul. The ghost gate of Yinquan sect is a space channel opened by Da Neng. It takes countless ghost power and spirit stone energy to open it once. In recent years, Yinquan sect only rewards elite disciples by entering the ghost gate, and puts them in for training. The death and injury rate is as high as 60%. To a certain extent, the practice of Yinquan sect is more like the evil way - except for Yinquan, the other three sects will not use this method to train their disciples. When the elder of Yinquan sect, Gui Qi Sen, took Lin Zhizhi to the ghost gate, Feng Shuang put a bracelet on the wrist of the boy beside him and reminded him, "it's made of Requiem wood. It can strengthen your divine consciousness. After you find him, you can crush it and come back. Remember, don't touch the water of the yellow spring, and don't go to the depths of the yellow spring. Just try your best to summon the soul - at least you should come back. " Lin Zhizhi kept every word in mind and nodded to the elder of Yinquan sect to indicate that he was ready. Several elders look at each other. Fengshuang protects the Dharma in person. After the green light is flourishing, the ghost door opens. The terrible ghost roars from the dark, and a force of suction leads Lin Zhizhi's spirit into the ghost door. His body stood still, eyes closed. "It's a perfect soul," a Yin spring elder praised after Lin Zhizhi went in. "If he died in it, he might become the most powerful ghost King..." Feng Shuang glared at him angrily and said, "it's a pity he can't Elder Yinquan chuckled and stopped talking. Several people gathered around the ghost door to meditate, and the scene quieted down again. But Lin Zhizhi felt dizzy and went to a strange place. Dark, endless road, ghost roar mixed with the sound of river flow in the ear. He was conscious and self-conscious, and his whole body was full of misty white light - like a jade statue carved with fine jade. There was nothing in his body, no weapon, only the bracelet made of Requiem Wood followed in the form of spirit body. Just like Fengshuang said before - eh? incorrect. Lin Zhizhi felt something moving on his left shoulder. He patted it with one hand and saw a small Phoenix spirit fluttering in his palm. "Fengqin?" Lin Zhizhi grabs its small wings and explores in surprise. But soon something wrong happened to him. This little Phoenix has its own appearance and no voice. It only acts like a coquetry in front of him - the spirit of pills. Lin Zhizhi quickly determined its identity, can't help but wonder, how does the spirit of Dan Yao enter the ghost way? After thinking for a while, the young man with black hair had no answer. He put the shape of the elixir on his shoulder and began to call his soul in his mind: Fengqin - there is no language in huangquan. In the endless ghosts, we can only rely on the powerful mind to find the target. At the same time, that person should be strong enough and firm enough to accept your call to the soul, and come back through the water of the yellow spring. Lin Zhizhi's consciousness spreads out and stirs up layers of ripples in the ghost road. He tries his best to concentrate his thoughts and call Fengqin's name. However, he waited in place for a long time, but also failed to wait for the little Phoenix's soul. At this time, the Danfeng flapped its wings and flew a distance to the West. As if feeling that Lin Zhizhi didn't keep up with him, he turned back to urge him to raise his tail feathers and motioned him to follow. It's not fun to get lost in the ghost road. If found by the powerful fallen spirits, they may be killed here. But if you are afraid of risks, this trip may be in vain - the young master of the Lin family pondered a little, stroked the soothing wooden bracelet and followed. The road is long and blocked, surrounded by the murmuring sound of water drops, and the constant roar of ghosts, which is gloomy and terrifying. Lin Zhizhi wrote down the road he had taken in his mind, and at the same time, he paid attention not to touch the yellow water flowing out - the creatures who had been contaminated with the yellow spring water would be lost in the ghost way forever and could not go back to the world. Every time he walked a certain distance, he would stop and wait for his soul to be summoned. But every time he failed, he had to follow Danfeng.Lin Zhizhi had an intuition that Fengqin, as a living soul, was trapped by something. He followed Danfeng to walk, all the way to avoid a few wandering swallow soul, into the depths of the yellow spring road. At last, Lin Zhizhi saw a yellow spring. At the end of the lake, there lived a huge Phoenix. The lake was as deep as his neck. He completely plunged himself into the water.
