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The Taoist nodded, "Yes, the situation is the same as the predecessor in my school described. There are ghosts at night, and everything with wind is not safe."

"How did Jueyu come from? How did these ghosts come from?"

"It is said that those areas destroyed by natural disasters are not actually disappeared, but will be transferred to the extremities. Back then, many battlefields, cemeteries, and even some wicked camps were turned into dark abysses, and these areas can now be Found it in the extremity." Taoist explained briefly, "As for these ghosts, they may be the dead ghosts of the original dark abyss, but it is difficult to explain why the birds and beasts are the same.

The little girl smiled, "According to that, Jueyu turned out to be a stubborn fight."

Li Dingxun smiled when he heard the words. The younger sister is spiritual, and it is not a good idea to call this the trash can of heaven and earth.

The Taoist priest rubbed his cheeks, "Anyway, it's dangerous here. We have to find what we are looking for as soon as possible and leave before the lava flows up again. We must not stay here, no one can survive a cycle."

"You don't need to practice tonight. Let's sleep separately. A certain club will be responsible for the night watch." Li Dingxun said, and everyone lay down on their own mats.

The cold wind whimpered, and the little sister whispered to the Taoist priest, wiping with each other.

The next day.

The sun shines on the earth again.

"I can't believe it, this place is so terrible at night."

Looking at the natural scenery, the little girl sighed, then asked the swordsman again, "Big Brother Bai, why did your grandfather leave the inheritance in such a dangerous place?"

"I don't know, maybe it was because of being killed by the sky thunder, the original treasure house was lost to the extremity."

"Ah? Being killed by thunder, wouldn't it turn into a pile of coke?"

"It's hard to say, let's hurry up, we will arrive before noon."

Jueyu has a temperament that can drive people crazy, like being in a lifelike picture rather than the real nature, which makes Taoist and others vaguely uncomfortable.

On the way, everyone always has to talk a few words, they don't want their ears to be idle.

I don't know why. In short, listening to people can draw attention away from something.

Some practical information that is subconsciously ignored.

Chapter One Hundred Fifty Three

Jianxia.

Everyone arrived here, and then went straight through, walking a few more miles before realizing that, just now, the small ditch that they were waiting for was the destination.

Bai Zimo looked embarrassed and coughed, leading everyone back.

It was really a loess ditch, with thatch growing in a mess, half withered and half charred, which seemed to be a miserable surplus after being burned by wildfires.

"Does this have to dig three feet?" The Taoist frowned and looked around with the compass.

Li Dingxun stared at the ground under his feet, and he really ignored the difference here.

There are cavities in the ground in many places in the extremity, and there are even some houses and various ruins, all of which have been abandoned.

Li Dingxun could perceive these underground things, and he shouldn't have missed it, but he cared more about one thing, so that he was completely immersed.

Breath of extremity.

The breathing of this world.

It is not a breath that raises airflow, nor is it a breath that utters sound, which transcends the concept of "breathing" in a biological sense.

It is a rhythm.

A silent, even a rhythm that absorbs noise.

There are all natural landscapes in Juyu, but this landscape is a shell, all colors, quality, and movement are there, but it lacks independent personality.

Some kind of higher will suppresses the evolution here.

Just as the sea surface is covered with a film, the peaks and valleys of the waves are suppressed to a fixed range.

The mountains here will not collapse, the water here will not dry up, the flat ground here will not sink, and the trees here will not spread.

However, the cycle of prosperity and decline still exists.

Li Dingxun's eyes span the years.

The boundary between life and death is so blurred, a gray area between life and death dominates this place.

The vegetation withered yellow, but the spring came back green again.

The seeds were sown again and again, and never sprouted.

The gravel is blowing in the wind, but the new wind blows in and brings new sand seeds to fill the gap.The pile of sand fell low and slowly piled up again.

Someone is here.They live carefully underground, their lives, lives—

Life has slowly become a noun, and the meaning of verbs has been stripped away.

Eat the same fish in the same river every day.

Li Dingxun touched his intestines. Sure enough, the digestion of last night's delicious meal was completed, and all the calories and nutrients it brought disappeared. They became the three lively fishes, now swimming freely in the sinkhole where they rested last night.

Will people starve to death without eating?No, not in Jeremy, just join Jeremy.

In that ear, the voice that has been ignored-join, join me.

The eyes are transmitting this information, and the ears are transmitting this information. The nose, skin, and tongue are all being notified of a message-joining the extremist and integrating with the world.

Look, let go of the ego, let go of the obsession of being a human being, and be one with the world-how beautiful!

So the evil spirits in the wind, they, or they used to be, are wise and can understand what is me and what is the world.

Once you have ego, you will be seduced by the will of the absolute domain.

A trap specifically aimed at wisdom.

Li Dingxun stayed here with his hair low, and the Taoist priests over there had already begun to dig.

"Fortunately, I brought a shovel, otherwise I have to use Momo's sword." The Taoist laughed while working.The swordsman held his love sword tightly on one side, his eyes alert.

Li Dingxun looked at this heartless Taoist priest.

The chief of the three sects, Wang Pingan.

Ranshan's youngest practitioner in three hundred years.

He might have noticed something too.