Lin Rufeng's eyes turned red and she shouted, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"You will die if you do this!"
Xiang Zhihan, who was mumbling to himself, heard Lin Rufeng's voice. He quickly raised his head, a flash of light flashed in his broken eyes, "Junior brother Lin! Junior brother Lin! Tell me quickly, did I use it wrong? Why? There is no Wanwan soul."
Lin Rufeng glanced at the soul-gathering lamp with blue light in his hand, and said with difficulty, "Brother, you did not use it wrong."
Xiang Zhihan's eyes were shattered, as if a fine crystal had been thrown from a high altitude and fell to the ground, falling apart.
"Then...where is Wanwan's soul?"
Lin Rufeng couldn't bear to tell him the cruel truth. Maybe he also knew it, but he just refused to believe it.
Ghosts are afraid of thunder and lightning. Even a century-old ghost cultivator would only dare to hide deep underground when encountering a thunderstorm, not daring to show up for fear of being smashed to pieces.
Jiang Buwan was just a newly deceased soul, fragile and helpless. Not to mention thunder and lightning, even a gust of wind could blow her soul away, not to mention the thunder from the monks who experienced heavenly tribulations.
How could her soul survive? She might have been chopped to pieces.
"Senior brother, you go through the tribulation first, and I will help you find my sister-in-law's soul."
Xiang Zhihan seemed unable to hear Lin Rufeng's voice. He looked back at Jiang Buwan's face dreamily, and carefully wiped away the blood on her body.
He did it wrong again.
He thought his plan was foolproof.
He thought he could kill her and bring her back to life.
But contrary to expectations, he failed to do it, and he couldn't even find her soul.
If he can't save even one person, how can he save the common people?
Xiang Zhihan had never felt so frustrated as at this moment, and he was so helpless that he couldn't lift his head.
It turns out that he is not the omnipotent Xiang Zhihan, it turns out that his power is so weak.
He leaned over and kissed her on the corner of her lips, and purple thunder struck his back. The thick thunders as thick as the mouth of a bowl were densely packed, like a huge electric grid dropped from the sky, covering the two of them, no, one person at a time. Corpse, net in it.
Xiang Zhihan raised his head and stroked her face with his pale hands, "Wanwan, wait for me."
"I will definitely save you."
Xiang Zhihan picked up the sword from the ground that he had just stabbed Jiang Buwan with. Jiang Buwan's blood was still on the sword.
He stood up slowly, looked back at the sky, and cut the sky with a sword.
His majestic sword intention and cold sword energy met the sky thunder, and the sword energy turned into a white dragon that could shake the world and dispersed the thunder in front of him, soaring straight into the sky.
In the air, the white dragon and the sky thunder faced off, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a long time. In the end, the sky thunder was defeated and disappeared in the clouds.
The dark clouds above our heads dispersed, and for a moment the sky was filled with glow, and there seemed to be fairy music coming from the clouds.
Lin Rufeng was overjoyed, "Senior brother! Senior brother Xiang! You are done! You are done!"
For so many years, he thought that no one would ever ascend again.
Xiang Zhihan's face was calm, and he didn't even look at the glow in the sky. "Junior brother Lin, help me take care of Wan Wan's body. Don't let her rot."
Lin Rufeng felt a little bit of something bad in his heart, a smile froze on his face, and he asked cautiously, "Senior brother, what are you going to do?"
Xiang Zhihan said something completely impossible in an extremely serious tone, "I want to find Wan Wan's soul."
The impact of this incident is like a person who is dead, but that person insists that she is alive.
This kind of person, the public has a unified view, is too sad and crazy.
"Senior brother Xiang, where are you going to find Wanwan's soul?! She is dead, and there is no such person anymore in the world!"
"I don't believe it." Xiang Zhihan said, "I will definitely be able to find her. After death, the soul of a mortal will go to the Netherworld. I will go to the Netherworld to find her."
Lin Rufeng's eyes widened, and he pointed to the sky and said, "The road to ascension is right in front of you, and you just give up like that? This is your lifelong obsession."
Xiang Zhihan looked at Jiang Buwan on the ground with a lingering look in his eyes, "If I can't save even one person, what's the use of ascending?"
If the Netherworld was not too dangerous and even he was not completely sure, he would definitely not leave the body to Lin Rufeng for safekeeping.
"Junior brother Lin, help me keep Wanwan's body safe."
After he finished speaking, he raised his sleeves and disappeared in front of Lin Rufeng.
He has now overcome the thunder tribulation, and although he has not yet ascended, he is already a semi-immortal.
So if he wants to leave, no one can stop him in the lower realm, and no one can follow him up.
Lin Rufeng could only watch as Xiang Zhihan left. He stared for a while, then turned his eyes to Jiang Buwan on the ground.
He sighed, what the hell is this?
In the ghost world, no living person is allowed to enter, not even monks.
It is recorded in ancient books that throughout the ages, no more than three people have successfully come back alive from the Netherworld. However, these three people were seriously injured after returning from the Netherworld. One of them even died after being tortured by the ghostly energy within half a year. He took his human form and rode a crane to the west.
Although Xiang Zhihan is now a semi-immortal, in the eyes of these ghosts, he is a walking snack.
Countless evil spirits swarmed up, intent on biting off a piece of his body.
"Half-immortal, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"The meat of a half-immortal is a great tonic."
Xiang Zhihan killed all the evil ghosts with his sword, caught one of them, and asked in a cold voice, "Tell me, where will all the new ghosts go?"
"There." The evil ghost raised his hand tremblingly and said, "Fengdu, the new ghosts are all over there."
Hearing this, Xiang Zhihan walked towards Fengdu. Thousands of ghosts along the way wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
Although he is strong, this is the Netherworld, where there is only ghost energy, but no spiritual energy.
His spiritual energy will eventually run out, and when his spiritual energy runs out, all ghosts will swarm up to eat his flesh and blood.
In a ghostly ghost town, a monk in white was followed by a long string of evil spirits. Their green eyes stared at him fiercely, like a pack of wolves waiting for their prey to die.
Xiang Zhihan turned a blind eye and walked towards Fengdu alone.
Since then, there has been a weirdo on Naihe Bridge in the Netherworld.
He is surrounded by thousands of evil spirits, but he always asks everyone he meets if he has seen his wife.
An evil spirit once deceived him, but he believed it.
Even if it's a trap, he'll take advantage of it.
After several attempts, he was already scarred, but he still stood on the Naihe Bridge and asked about his wife's whereabouts.
He was so infatuated that even the ghosts passing by could not help but be moved by him.
"What? Xiang Zhihan went to the Netherworld?" Sect Master Lin jumped three feet high, "The Netherworld is not a place that ordinary people can go!"
"Didn't he go there looking for death?"
Sect Leader Lin was so worried that he was thinking, "What should we do? Now that Zhihan is gone, strange things happen frequently in the world of immortality. How can we deal with it?"
Lin Rufeng looked cold and replied, "Sect Master Lin, without Senior Brother Xiang, would we have to wait to die?"
Sect Master Lin knew that Lin Rufeng had always had a free and unrestrained temperament, and was shocked by his serious appearance for a moment.
He Nuonuo for a long time, then said, "What do you mean?"
