One step, two steps, three steps...

Ten thousand miles.

Guiguzi stopped and looked back on the way he came.

The lights in the 9,900-mile distance are already indistinct and completely invisible.

A hundred miles of a dead bone, a dead bone and more than a lamp, this is the lamp that guides the way of the monks who have gone into the wilderness and searched for generations. The lantern at 9,900 li is the last one left by the predecessors. The person who turned the lamp was the previous head of Taiyi, Yan Ruqing, who cut down Kongsang with swords three thousand years ago.

Humans are not gods, so they can't imitate gods and emperors to create the four poles, and they can't imitate Deng Lin's father.

It can only be like this, generation after generation, one hundred miles after another.

Stupid, clumsy.

"Thank the ancestors for opening the way for the latecomers."

Guiguzi bowed deeply towards the way he came.

Then, he got up and took out a wooden figurine with the birth date engraved on its back, stood in the dark, and took out seven peach wood nails, pierced his seven orifices, dipped a little blood on each, and then nailed them into the position of the seven orifices corresponding to the wooden figurine. When he continued to move forward, after his death, the seven peach wood nails would draw his soul to attach to the wooden man, burning it into a new guiding light.

After doing all this, Guiguzi continued to move forward and never looked back.

Ten thousand miles of ghostly road.

One hundred soul lamps.

…………………………

The cloud whale, with only bones left, swam slowly in the dark with the jagged withered peak.

From the huge eye sockets of the bone whale, dark and viscous blood flowed out continuously, and the blood water meandered into two long rivers. Skeletons and carrion are silted up into the soil, white bones and evil thoughts are piled up into walls... Different from the ancient great wasteland recorded in "Ancient Stone Tablet", the depths of today's great wasteland have faintly evolved into its own ghost city.

Huainingjun sat cross-legged at the skull of the cloud whale, pouring himself a drink.

When Guiguzi set the seven peach wood nails, the wine cup paused in mid-air, and for a moment, he smiled and said, "Finally there is one more."

Slowly draining the wine in the glass, Jun Huaining looked down at the ghost city surrounded by whale bones.

The people who come and go in the city are mostly dead and ghosts, and sometimes they are evil and sneaky, and the second is...

people.

In other words, they should be called "Arabians".

They were originally a member of the monks.

It's just that the Dao is hard to find, and even if you succeed in cultivation, you will still be weak in the face of the great wilderness that devours all things. Therefore, there have always been monks who fell into evil spirits and used the method of slaughtering living beings to bring harm to the world, and they switched to "karma". Those who are obsessed with karma become a different kind of ghost, and it doesn't matter whether the Tao's heart collapses or not, and they can enter the Great Wilderness.

Huainingjun raised the white jade pot and slowly poured wine into the wine cup.

"With just one city of Whale Bone, there will be no less than ten thousand people serving in the desert," Huainingjun said in a casual tone, as if he was trying to tell someone, "In the entire desert, how many evil cultivators do you think have betrayed the world? ?"

He was speaking from the same ray of fire in the center of a ghost town.

This ray of divine fire is weaker than the life and soul lamp left by Yan Zhangmen and his ilk in the Great Wilderness. It has burned from the ancient times to today, and it has burned for too long, not to mention that the Great Wilderness has specially built a rotten here. The city of bone and carrion is constantly impacting and eroding it with its gloomy and unfavorable atmosphere.

Logically speaking, as early as a hundred years ago, it was time to dry up.

I do n’t know why, although the fire of the soul is so scattered, it shakes.

The residual soul did not answer.

"Compared with tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of deserted servants, a hundred life soul lamps ..." Huai Ningjun laughed, "What is it?"

The residual soul is silent.

Don't say nothing.

Huai Ningjun didn't speak anymore, looking at the soul in the city silently.

After the battle in the clouds, the god of the gods was body, and the broken god bones fell into the river and mountains of the twelve continents, while the burning soul fell into the desert. Some of the souls were recovered by the witch. The rest is scattered in all parts of the great wasteland, carrying the obsession of his "瘴 瘴, the stars of the sky" during his lifetime, and burning day and night.

There are thirty -three ways.

Eleven of them, Shi Wu Luo entered the Great Wilderness nine times.

Among them, the eight roads were burned by themselves when refining the evil soldiers.

Six of them are burning.

One of them was taken away by the mother through the woman.

Another way, Mu Di took away.

Native

There are six souls left today.

"Or can I refine it?"

A seemingly -shaped shadow appeared beside Huai Ningjun, who seemed to be invisible, and asked.

Huai Ningjun slowly asked the wine in the cup to drink, and then asked, "Haven't you tried many times? Why bother to ask me."

"But I suspect that you are in love with the old love," Black Ying answered coldly. "You can't forget, even if you are merciful, he may not be merciful to you." Slightly, Black Shadow pointed out, "In the original fairy gate and When Emperor Sang called him back to the soul, since you can plant the soul in his soul, how can you even refine the wound? "

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, Huai Ningjun shook his head.

"you are wrong."

Black shadow looked at him coldly.

"I didn't do anything," Huai Ningjun looked at the fire in the city, and his tone was strange. "I did nothing from beginning to end."

Hei Ying heard a trace of compassion in his tone, and asked confusedly: "You don't have a lot of sake, how do he crazy?"

Huai Ningjun put down the wine cup and turned to look at it.

"After the first time, all heavenly gods knew that if you want to truly curb the wasteland and truly build the world, you can only let mortals embark on the fairy, all beings, all beings are walls, the city is thousands of years, and the stars are all over the sky. Tianqing. But except him, no one wants to teach the Tao, don't you feel strange? "