The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

"Buzhengren? What is it you?"

Zhou Yan hurriedly saluted.

Bu Youyin said: "This is my old house." As he spoke, he went to the Tunjin Beast, pressed its belly, and frowned, "Eating indiscriminately again!" As he spoke, he pressed two fingers on the Tunjin Beast's throat, forcing It spat out [Bu Feixian] and threw the sword to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was overjoyed, put away his natal sword, and asked respectfully: "May I ask, what does this gold-swallowing beast have to do with you?"

Bu Youyin glanced at him indifferently, "It's my old acquaintance."

Zhou Yan wanted to ask again, but Bu Youyin moved into the distant cave with the Gold Swallowing Beast, and could only call out: "Dare to ask the real person, can Zhou Yan practice here?"

"casual."

Bu Youyin's answer was still so short.

Zhou Yan stood there for a long time, recalling the familiar feeling from his soul when he first met Bu Youyin, but now that he met Bu Youyin for the second time, this feeling has disappeared.

He never doubted that he was not Zhou Yan, but was he really just Zhou Yan?

His face turned cold, he raised his head, and the light rain dripped down.

Find a place to shelter from the rain first!

Zhou Yan withdrew Ghost Sorrow, jumped up the nearby mountainside, opened a cave under the cliff with spiritual power, cleaned up the gravel and dirt, found a clean place to sit down, and crossed his legs.

But after a while, the sound of the rain outside the cave became louder and crackling. In the rain and fog, the tree formations returned to their original shape one after another, turning into ordinary forests, and the cracked ground recovered, flat and flat.

During Zhou Yan's meditation, for some reason, he became increasingly sleepy, and finally couldn't help but close his eyelids.

The primordial spirit left his body and walked along an unfamiliar path with a group of women in yellow clothes.

Zhou Yan stood among them, no one could see him, he thought he was in a dream, and he was curious, so he followed these women, wanting to see where they would end up.After walking for a few days, a group of people came to a magnificent city.The population in the city is rich, and even ordinary people wear silk and satin. The neighborhoods and wells, the rivers, and the carved beams and painted buildings are countless. It can be called a fairyland in the mortal world.

The women and Zhou Yan finally stopped in front of a tall pagoda. Once they arrived at this high pagoda, the women all knelt down and worshiped.

"Could it be a Buddhist cultivator?"

Zhou Yan scanned the pagoda with his spiritual sense in bewilderment.

A voice came from the tower: "I told you not to bring outsiders back, why did you bring a little Taoist?"

All the girls looked at me and I looked at you, and replied in fear: "Mother-in-law, how dare we go against your will?"

The unidentifiable voice snorted coldly: "Where did you come from, the little thief, to run wild in my holy religion?" As he spoke, he stretched out a long water sleeve from the tower, wrapped it around Zhou Yan's soul, and brought him inside. inside the tower.

Zhou Yan touched his sore buttocks, then stood up and looked around.The Buddha and Bodhisattvas are not enshrined in this pagoda. Instead, there are many strange sculptures.In front of the sculpture is a tribute to the incense burner. Could it be that these monsters and ghosts are what people worship?

An old man dressed as a woman, with facial features painted on, sat on the futon in front of the desk and said, "Boy, who are you?" The voice was exactly that of the women in yellow who called mother-in-law just now.

Zhou Yan didn't have a good temper with him, so he sat down like him and said, "Who are you?"

The old man snorted coldly: "How dare you be so arrogant in the territory of my Holy Cult! Advance to [Fantasy Tower] and stay for a few days!"

After finishing speaking, his stature grew rapidly and he left the pagoda, almost shoulder to shoulder with the sky. He lowered his big hand, pinched the pagoda and the surrounding weir inside, sealed the exit, and pressed it under the nearby mountains.

In the pagoda, all the statues were instantly given vitality and became alive, attacking Zhou Yan with teeth and claws.

Zhou Yan carried a heavy weight on his back, and Yuanshen carried the weight of the entire mountain, which almost crushed his soul's spine. At the same time, various statues and monsters with terrifying power also made him unable to cope.

And [Bu Feixian] is not in front of him, so it is even more difficult to deal with the current scene.

Zhou Yan quickly turned over all the spells to deal with the enemy in his mind, and while jumping on the beams in the tower to avoid attacks, he memorized the attack spells and abilities of these monsters.

Xuanji door.

Mu Qi pushed open the stone gate of Shenmu Cave, and the gate was empty without anyone.

He dazed for a moment, three years have passed.

No.30 After being rejected nine times, that person didn't come again, so Mu Qi smiled wryly three times. Isn't this exactly the result I wanted to achieve?

But what was he doing for so long?

"What, you said Zhou Yan left Xuanji Gate? Or was it three years ago?"

Mu Qi looked at Ah Zhou with an expression of disbelief. The latter nodded his head, then flapped his wings, expressing aggrievedly:

People haven't eaten sycamore leaves and fruits for a long time.

Mu Qi clenched his fist and hammered on the stone wall beside him, smashing one wall to pieces.

If something happens to Zhou Yan, how can he disappear with peace of mind, if he still runs away in anger because of him... no, we must find Zhou Yan immediately!

Mu Qi turned around, and as soon as he thought of asking for help from the sect master, his whole body was in unstoppable pain, which was a hundred times worse than three years ago, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, deep into the soul, and made him fall to his knees directly, sweating profusely, unable to pull up any strength.

"how come······"

Why did it happen at this time...it shouldn't be at this time...it shouldn't be...

A few tiny petals of cherry blossoms fell in front of Mu Qi's wide-eyed eyes with the wind.

Here he is!

In the pagoda, Zhou Yan was exhausted from fighting the monster, and hid in a corner to rest for a while.

Naturally, he didn't know that three years had passed outside, but he only knew that he was becoming more and more comfortable in dealing with monsters, the realm of the primordial spirit had also improved, and his understanding of the use of "The Way of Good Fortune" had also greatly deepened.

He looked at the only window of the pagoda, perhaps not long after, he could break it and escape.

What is Mu Qi doing now?Is his injury better?

Zhou Yan fell into a state of anxiety again, he didn't have much time, he had to hurry up and cultivate to the Nascent Soul, no matter what the price was, otherwise...

He didn't want to experience the feeling of losing a loved one again.

Next to Zhou Yan's body, Ghost Sorrow was entwined. Its owner was very strange and remained motionless.

[Bu Feixian] ran out of the Purple Mansion privately, glanced at the owner, flew out of the cave, passed through layers of vines and woods, and came to the cave where Bu Youyin lived temporarily.

After three years, Bu Youyin slowly opened his eyes and heard the humming of the spirit sword in front of him.

"What happened to Zhou Yan?"

【Bu Feixian】Moving quickly in mid-air, turning into light spots, leading Bu Youyin to Zhou Yan's physical body.

When he arrived at the cave, Bu Youyin saw that his body had already been covered with a thick layer of dust, so he immediately pinched his brow with his middle finger, and as he probed, his expression became more and more ugly.

"Huang Liang Sect?"

Mo Dao's courage is really getting bigger and bigger.

"Spirit tracking!"

Bu Youyin used Zhou Yan's physical body to trace the whereabouts of his primordial spirit, once he was sure of the location, he went to look for it with the sword, followed closely by [Bu Feixian] and the ghost attached to the sword.