Yunli leaned down, placed his forehead between Wei Lin's eyebrows, activated the Warm God Lotus, and sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
The usually peaceful sea of consciousness was frozen, and the white mist on the ice was thick and overwhelming. Yunli's mind was unprepared and was instantly frozen.
After a while, she recovered from the cold stiffness, sensed the location of the Warm God Lotus, and controlled her thoughts to fly there.
The lotus flower is faint and floating quietly on the ice. The extreme cold cannot hurt it at all.
Suddenly, in the cold and lonely bamboo moonlight, a little bit of green light flashed. Yunli hurriedly examined it carefully and found out that the stems of the Warming Lotus were covered with light blue runes, which were flickering and disappearing, spinning and swimming, like a living thing.
She instantly thought of a person, the mysterious woman in green. Her breath was on the runes. If there was no accident, these runes should be her handwriting.
Just, why?
Why does she help her senior brother again and again?
While Yunli was thinking, a complex rune that looked like a plum blossom button appeared. The arc in its upper left corner was broken, and strands of coldness spread out from there.
She immediately understood that these green runes were used to seal the extremely yin life soul. Now, somehow, the seal was damaged, which caused the yin and cold energy to leak out.
She hurriedly put her thoughts into Wei Lin's Warm God Lotus, urging it to release a large amount of energy, leading it to the broken part of the seal, and using it to temporarily block the gap.
The gap is blocked, and the coldness in the sea of consciousness continues to decrease under the influence of Warm God Lotus.
After doing all this, she retreated, knowing the mysteries of the sea. The help others could do was limited, and Wei Lin had to wake up and solve the problem on his own.
The problem of the sea of consciousness is temporarily suppressed, and the next key thing to solve is the cold and cold energy flowing in the body.
Yunli frowned. If she was outside, she could help sort out and guide the cold air with her spiritual power.
But what to do now?
Since there was no other way, she would reduce the risk. She transferred the Nirvana Heavenly Fire to the palm of her hand, and then placed her palm against Wei Lin's heart.
"Um……"
A slight voice sounded, and Yunli raised her eyes, only to see Wei Lin's eyelashes trembling and slowly opening them.
She exclaimed in surprise: "You're awake!"
The words came out hoarsely, and she realized how nervous she had been before.
Wei Lin frowned, his eyes filled with uncertainty, and said, "I seem to see someone very..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yunli: "Let's not talk about this for now. Quickly use your skills to force out the cold energy!"
As she said that, she quickly helped him up. This incomparable Donglu could not release his spiritual power, nor could he absorb spiritual energy for cultivation, but he could use his energy to regulate his breath in the body.
Feeling that his body was in bad condition, Wei Lin was not obsessed with discussing the mysterious sneak attacker. He was busy with his heart raised to the sky, hurriedly using his energy to sort out the violent spiritual power in his body and channel the cold and cold energy.
Yunli stared at him intently, fearing that something might happen if he didn't pay attention.
Soon, beads of sweat appeared on Wei Lin's forehead, his eyelashes trembled, and his expression gradually became labored. In a moment, his whole body was as if he had been fished out of water, completely wet.
Yunli swallowed, and quickly held her breath. Her heart was inexplicably panicked, and something was out of control.
"Oh oh oh——"
The crowing of the cock broke the silence. Yunli exhaled heavily and looked out the window. There was a faint white light coming out of the thick darkness.
It's almost dawn.
"puff--"
Wei Lin suddenly spit out blood and his face was as gloomy as water: "No, these cold and cold energies are conscious and cannot be forced out."
"Conscious? How could it be?" Yunli almost jumped up. The Jiyin life soul is only Zhiyin Zhihan. After all, it is still his soul. What the hell is consciousness?
She blinked quickly, with a murderous tone in her voice, "Is it the Imperial Master?"
When he explored his sea of consciousness before, he didn't find that there was anyone else's will in his sea of consciousness. Then thinking about what he said halfway when he woke up, Yunli understood it instantly.
The yin-cold energy in his body was different from the situation in Consciousness Sea. It was not caused by the extreme yin life soul, but was left behind when someone attacked.
Wei Lin shook his head: "It doesn't look like her."
Since he couldn't practice in the Eastern Continent, he had been thinking about the laws of swordsmanship in his spare time since entering the Eastern Continent, and last night was no exception.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt that the surroundings were unusually cold. A door seemed to be opened in the dark, and there was a slight chill in the sea of consciousness. It was different from the coolness of the Warm God Lotus. When this chill appeared, my soul trembled.
He was about to check it when a sigh sounded in his ears, "It really worked."
The next moment, a ball of cold and domineering energy crashed into the body.
The energy was so powerful that he couldn't move immediately. He forced himself to open his eyes and saw only a jade foot covered with frost and snow under the bright red skirt.
Then, he lost consciousness.
Although it was only a short glance, it was enough for him to see clearly that the other party's soul was as condensed as a real person, and even the patterns on the skirt were clearly visible.
In the Taoist talisman, the spiritual thoughts of the national master are in the form of shadows. Although they are clear enough, they are not the same.
Yunli thought for a while and asked, "Are you sure she is a ghost cultivator? Could she be a human being?"
A ghost cultivator whose soul has been condensed to that level is already not low in cultivation, at least equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage in human cultivation.
It's a bit weird no matter how you think about such a powerful ghost cultivator coming to the human world to hurt a human cultivator in the Golden Core stage.
Unless, she knew that her senior brother was an extremely yin soul and wanted to do something with it.
But if it is practiced by humans, how do they use the magic?
Wei Lin's eyes darkened and he said in a deep voice, "It's a ghost cultivator."
As he spoke, he suddenly felt that the cold energy in his body was much more docile. He turned his head and looked out the window. The first ray of morning light shone through the clouds onto the earth, awakening everything that was sleeping.
Wei Lin took a deep breath and exercised his skills again, trying to force the cold energy flowing in his body to his left hand to seal it.
This time it went smoothly, and it was completed in a moment. His left hand was so cold that he couldn't feel it at all. Yunli hurriedly called Mu Yan and Ji Ruochen.
After checking their pulses carefully, both of them looked solemn. Within a few hours, many injuries had appeared in their bodies. If the cold energy could not be removed in time, their left hands might be completely necrotic.
Mu Yan said solemnly: "We have to get out as soon as possible."
In the final analysis, Yin-cold energy is dead energy, which will annihilate the vitality of the physical body. Relying only on spiritual power to warm and nourish it will not be effective. It is better to restore the vitality of the heart of vegetation as soon as possible.
Yunli also understood this. It was not only the cold death energy in his body, but also the seal of the extremely yin life soul. He had to go out as soon as possible to find a way to ask the woman in green.
Wei Lin asked in a deep voice: "What is the function of Jiyin Minghun?"
There was surprise, joy, and some strange admiration in that sigh, as if it was the work of someone familiar.
Yunli pursed her lips: "I don't know much about ghost cultivators. I only know that it is the top talent among ghost cultivators. It is said that all previous Ming Lords are extremely Yin souls."
As she said that, she was suddenly shocked: "The ghost nun is rushing straight into your body. Could it be that she wants to damage your body and make you turn into a ghost?"
"Mingjun?" Wei Lin raised his eyebrows.
"He is the leader of the Nine Nether Underworld, equivalent to the Heavenly Lord of the Nine Stars." At this point, she suddenly became nervous, "Senior brother, you don't want to be the Lord of the Underworld, right?"
Wei Lin rolled his eyes at her, "Don't you want to cultivate as an immortal? Why should I cultivate as a ghost?"
Yunli nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice, and said repeatedly: "We want to cultivate as immortals. Cultivating ghosts is not good at all, and we can't enjoy such beautiful sunshine."
Wei Lin was amused by her reaction and felt quite relieved. He raised his head and said to An Ran and Ruoshui, "It's getting late. You should leave as soon as possible."
After two days of discussion, everyone agreed that the other party was more likely to seek cooperation. If they wanted to kill them, it would be easier to defeat them individually, and there was no need to gather them together.
Since they cooperated, the danger was greatly reduced, so they decided to divide their troops into two groups. An Ran and Zhenjun Ruoshui followed everyone up to Kuocang Mountain to see what the Imperial Master wanted.
Yunli Weilin tried to use the jade rosary to re-enter the memory of his past life, hoping to find clues to completely break the mainland ban from Xiyue's experience.
Mu Yan and Ji Ruochen are not good at fighting and should not go. They stay with a few demon cultivators such as Jingxu and Lujian to protect their safety.
An Ran nodded, "Be careful."
Then he pulled Mu Yan aside and whispered: "If you have anything to do, let Midorima and the others handle it. You must guard them every step of the way."
Mu Yan nodded: "Don't worry, I know how powerful it is."
She couldn't help but feel frightened when she remembered that the two of them had been in coma for several days and were arrested by the Imperial Prefect's Office.
After sending An Ran and his party away, Mu Yan discussed with Ji Ruochen how to prescribe decoction to help Wei Lin treat frostbite. Although the efficacy of ordinary medicinal materials is not as good as that of spiritual plants, it is better than nothing. It can restore a little bit.
A quarter of an hour later, An Ran stood with everyone in the depths of Kuocang Mountain, looking at the ancient palace with blue bricks and black tiles. She was stunned. It was indeed the residence of a ghost cultivator, and the location was indeed unique.
Passing through the dense woods, there is a low-lying pit with a radius of thousands of miles. The imperial palace stands in the center of the pit, surrounded by green vines.
The vines are extremely lush, but they don't give people a sense of vitality, but a ghostly and cold feeling.
"Have you ever felt that it's been extremely cold since you got here?" A man as skinny as a monkey said nervously, crossing his arms.
Someone immediately shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Everyone present is the Golden Core Yuanying. They have been protected from cold and heat for a long time. How can it be cold?"
"Don't tell me, I feel quite cold too." A timid female cultivator shrank her neck and leaned against her companion next to her.
An Ran frowned. Even though it was a silent environment, it always gave her a violent feeling.
As he moved, he accidentally kicked something, and a piece of gray stuff flew out and hit the palace wall.
"It looks like bones."
An Ran lowered his head and turned aside the lush vines at his feet, and suddenly took a breath of cold air. Under the vines, bones of different shapes lay scattered.
Seeing this, other people also started to check. In just a few moments, the nearby vines were cleared away, and there were all bones underneath.
It turned out to be a mass grave.
Runing took a few steps forward and said coldly: "Since you invited us, why don't you show up?"
At this time, an ethereal voice sounded faintly, "Why is it just you, Princess Xiyue?"
"Princess Xiyue?"
"Is she among us?"
"Isn't it only reincarnated in the Eastern Continent..."
The crowd started to commotion. Everyone had a certain understanding of the history of the Eastern Continent. Naturally, they noticed that Princess Xiyue appeared every hundred years in the history of the Eastern Continent.
The mages from the Imperial Prefecture also asked about her unusualness, and many people even secretly guessed that she was the reason why Canglan Continent was sealed.
A large part of the reason why everyone comes to Kuocang Mountain is to know from the Imperial Master who the current Princess Xiyue is.
Why did you hear what the National Master said? She has already gone out and is still one of them!
Su Xi and Jin Qing exchanged a quick look. After arriving in the East Continent and discovering the existence of Princess Xi Yue, they knew that their judgments over the years had been wrong.
The person who opened the seal was not Qianjiu, but Yunli, and she was also the one recovering from her injuries in the East Continent.
Later, Fu Yue carefully recalled the day when he was bestowed with the Taoist title. When he thought of Yunli, he accidentally thought of the word 'Yue'.
At that moment, several people broke out in a cold sweat. It could silently affect Fuyue's judgment. The origin of the other party may be beyond their imagination.
But three thousand years ago, what appeared above the misty swamp was clearly the figure of a young man. Xiyue was a woman in every life.
A faint figure floated out of the palace. The woman raised her head slightly and sighed softly: "It has been thirty thousand years. I think no one remembers me. I am Yinhua of the Qijue Sect."
"True Lord Yinhua!" True Lord Jinqing blurted out, his face full of disbelief.
Qijuemen!
An Ran frowned slightly, looked at Runing beside him, and then at Jin Qing and other Tianxin Pavilion people not far away. This sect has a deep connection with Tianxin Pavilion and Tianwu Demon Cultivation Capital.
Feeling her gaze, Runing smiled warmly: "It seems that I have heard of the Qijue Sect, which is really rare."
An Ran awkwardly held up his bun: "When I was bored and flipping through history books, I got curious and paid more attention. Then I learned a little bit."
Speaking of which, Tianwu Demon Cultivator used the Qijue Sect so thoroughly back then. He secretly helped the Qijue Sect to destroy Yaowang Valley, but prevented them from eradicating the roots. Later, he supported the surviving alchemists to establish Tianxin Pavilion.
Nowadays, Tianxin Pavilion has once again become one of the four major sects of Canglan, but the Qijue Sect has long been annihilated in the long river of history.
Runing didn't seem to see the profound meaning in her eyes, and explained gently: "Since I was looking through the history books, I wanted to know about the Qijue Sect's True Lord Zhirou. This True Lord Yinhua is a disciple of Gu Zhirou's lineage. , and besides Gu Zhirou, he is also the most famous person in the Qijue Sect."
"I didn't expect that anyone in Canglan Continent would know about me." The Imperial Master sighed with emotion.
Jin Qing's expression was complicated: "The True Lord is very capable. Our ancestors once said that if you hadn't suddenly disappeared back then, the Qijue Sect might have been glorious for thousands more years and would not have failed so quickly."
"So, the Qijue Sect has discontinued its inheritance?"
An Ran glanced at Wen Xueruo in the crowd. Yunshu Immortal Mansion was the property of True Monarch Zhirou. Wen Xueruo had obtained her inheritance and was considered her descendant. The Qijue Sect also did not end the inheritance.
Wen Xueruo felt something in her heart, looked over, saw clearly that it was her, and quickly looked away calmly.
The soul of the Imperial Master was a little distorted, like a candle blown left and right by the wind: "Back then, when I was in the late stage of breaking through the formation of the infant, I found a small secret place in the Eastern Continent and went in to check it out. Suddenly one day , the heaven and earth shook continuously, and the spiritual energy disappeared completely in an instant."
