On the pitch-black Yin River, countless ghosts are chasing the ancient ship...
Many monks on the bow of the ship looked at Ziyuxian in the world of masts and flags with fear, fearing that he would sacrifice them as soon as he turned around.
This is a ghost whose cultivation level is unknown.
And they couldn't understand why that senior in white clothes could stand side by side with that ghost.
Could it be that his cultivation level is even higher than that of Wen Jing?
This Su Mo gave them a feeling of mystery, like a mystery.
Young Master Yunzong held a folding fan in his hand and looked deeply at the man in white clothes and white hair. Only he knew that Su Mo's cultivation level was not high.
After all, he himself was a transformed god, but Su Mo didn't even become a god.
The little Yuanying was actually standing side by side with that terrifying old monster at this moment. Why?
The elder protecting the Tao next to Young Master Yunzong just stared at Zi Yuxian closely. He felt unparalleled fear in Zi Yuxian.
It seems that as long as Zhi Yuxian has a thought, they will all die.
Qingmen's Taoist girl Qingyi just looked at Su Mo, with deep confusion in her eyes.
The ancient ship kept moving forward, and countless ghosts behind the ship were chasing the ancient ship with their bodies shining with green light. There was a quiet and strange feeling on the river.
The eyes of countless ghosts had a deep cold look in their eyes, as if they had experienced great resentment.
The ancient ship was swaying unsteadily, and kept heading towards the unknown place amidst the sharp sounds made by the ghost...
Finally, an enemy soul was about to catch up with the ancient ship. Su Mo glanced at Zi Yuxian and saw that the other party had no reaction.
In Zi Yuxian's eyes, there is only the front, that unknown place...
Su Mo slowly took out a jade flute from his arms. The jade flute was crystal clear, and its body was filled with rays of rays of light.
This jade flute is the spiritual heart flute left to him by the dean. There are not many people in the world who can play it.
And Su Mo was one of them, who could play the music even before he entered Taoism.
Su Mo gently wiped the heart flute, and the heart flute made a slight sound.
Putting his heart flute at the corner of his mouth, Su Mo closed his eyes and played slowly...
No track, no reason, just want to play.
The melodious flute sound gradually sounded from the corner of Su Mo's mouth, with a hint of unexplainable meaning.
The sound of the flute spread through the many monks on the bow of the ship. Everyone was stunned and looked up at the elegant white man playing the unknown flute music, like a thin stream caressing people's hearts.
The sound flow spread out, circled around the ancient ship, and reached the ears of those ghosts...
The expressions of many ghosts trembled, and the roars that were originally hoarse also became softer, and the eyes of each ghost showed confusion.
The sound of this flute resounded throughout the Yin River, gentle and long...
The sound of the flute accompanies the ancient ship, as if escorting it, and the soft music like a stream flows into the distance with the rays of light.
Gradually, the only sounds above the Yin River were the sound of the ancient ship breaking through the water and the sound of Su Mo's flute...
The two blend together, with a poignant and tactful appeal.
Zi Yuxian turned to look at Su Mo. Su Mo finished playing the song and put down his heart flute.
"It sounds very good..." Zi Yuxian said slowly, "What is it called?"
Su Mo shook his head, "No name..."
"Let's pick one up, I like it very much." Zi Yuxian nodded, facing the wind coming from the ancient ship, blowing the scattered long hair and dancing in the sky.
Su Mo thought for a while, looked at the mahogany coffin, and slowly said, "How about we call it "For An"?"
What is peace?
Since he was buried...
Who should be reassured?
Since those ghosts and her...
Seemingly hearing the admonishment in Su Mo's words, Zi Yuxian shook his head, his eyes flashing with boundless pain, but also with deep persistence.
"We have reached this point, there is no retreat..."
Su Mo sighed deeply and said no more.
Only the mahogany coffin on the bow of the ship continuously made the sound of heartbeats, with the meaning of deep sighs.
The ancient ship kept moving forward, no matter how far it had gone, and it seemed that it would soon reach the place where Ziyuxian wanted to be.
There are more and more ghosts in the river, and the yin energy in the river has become so strong that it has become a real state...
Many people on the bow felt the extremely rich Yin Qi, and their bodies could not help but tremble.
The Yin power here not only restrains their immortal power, but also constantly erodes their souls.
But Su Mo didn't know whether it was because of his divine body or because of the Book of Life and Death. Not only did I not feel the slightest discomfort with this strong Yin energy, I became more and more awake...
"We're almost there!" Ziyuxian's eyes were full of energy, he looked straight ahead and murmured:
"Mother, we will be reunited soon..."
Finally, the ancient ship sailed out of the Yin River and came to a place of nothingness...
The ancient ship stopped and docked in this void.
This is a seemingly completely separate place with nothing. No water, no banks, no people...
There is just nothingness, like a land without desolation.
There are countless stone tombstones on the ground, and under each tombstone there seems to be an ancient person who has been dead for an unknown period of time.
This land of endless tombs has only deep Yin power, but there is no... ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
...Zi Yuxian hopes to see something that is both yin and yang.
Zi Yuxian looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"How could...how could this be..." Zi Yuxian opened his mouth, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.
"Why isn't this place a place where yin and yang must be yang?"
"Then what have I been doing all these years..." Zi Yuxian's obsession appeared to be in a trance, and a trace of fluorescence appeared in his body.
He planned for tens of thousands of years and killed countless people, just to drive his boat to the end of the Yin River to resurrect his mother.
But in the end it was all in vain...
Just like that year when he slaughtered all the mortals to make elixirs just to save his mother, he still failed to catch up.
This pit killed people for tens of thousands of years just to resurrect their mother, but it was still in vain.
Both massacres were in vain...
The person who was killed died, but the mother still could not be resurrected.
This is the cruelest thing in the world...
Su Mo turned to look at Zi Yuxian, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
He... didn't know what to say...
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." Zi Yuxian's face turned a little crazy for a moment, looking like a demon.
"There must be a way to resurrect mother."
"I must resurrect my mother..."
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