The night is thick.

The dull sky shrouded the mountains. From a distance, I could only see the undulating black shadows of the Dashen Mountains, which made me breathless.

On the rugged mountain road, a blurred spot of light is slowly moving in the darkness.

Two young men in brocade clothes walked in front of them with soul-sucking lamps.

The two were about fifteen or sixteen years old, both of whom were about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and agile steps.

They wore black-backed cloud-patterned robes with the same standard, hair crowns, long swords on their heads, and a wooden sign on the other side. On one side, the wooden sign was written with three regular characters "Zhenlingsi" and on the other side, the titles and names of the two were written.

The man walking in the front had the token written on it, "Zhang Xuan, the ninth-rank corpse protector", the other man had a high cheekbones, and his token reads, "Mu Piaoxing, the ninth-rank corpse protector".

Behind them was a boy of similar age.

Looking at the boy, wearing a patched gray cloth shirt, he was much thinner and shorter than the two in front of him.

There was also a token around his waist, shaking with his heavy steps.

There are only five words above... "Ding Xiao, the man who carried the coffin".

The coffin on his back, which was much bigger than others, looked very thick and tied to him.

Zhenling Si is under the eighth divisions, and the man on the coffin is under the corpse division, but he is of no grade and has no word "Zhenling Si" on the token.

The boy was struggling with difficulty, his legs swayed slightly, sweat flowed down his thin cheeks and dripped down his chin. The corners of his lips were so dry that his skin was dry and cracked, and the ropes made blood marks on him.

Zhang hovers down, takes out the Bagua Star Disk, and calibrates the astrological signs to check it out.

"Pi Xing, there is still one hour before midnight, let's go for another period."

Mu Piaoxing looked back at Ding Xiao, saw him breathing with his mouth open, and sneered, and said to his senior brother, "What the senior brother said is that the journey of this mission is long. As long as we calculate the time and avoid the evil of the midnight period, we can naturally walk for a while and walk for a while."

After the two agreed, they accelerated their pace.

Ding Xiao was exhausted at this moment, but when he saw the two of them speed up, he still gritted his teeth and followed behind the two corpse-protecting officials.

If he can't keep up with the team, he can't continue to be the coffin-carrying man.

The team passed through another difficult mountain road before stopping to rest.

Ding Xiao untied the coffin rope and carefully placed the coffin flat.

The moment the coffin was untied, Ding Xiao suddenly felt that his body was about to fall apart immediately.

The "light feather talisman" of the coffin carrying the coffin can remove part of the weight of part of the coffin. Because of this, there is a saying that a coffin can weigh a thousand kilograms and can weigh eight kilograms.

A few years ago, Ding Xiao was still young and needed two or three coffins to carry them at a time.

But the light feather talisman is expensive, and now Ding Xiao is only willing to use one coffin on his back. Ding Xiao is already exhausted when he travels with such a heavy burden.

However, it is not time to rest yet!

Ding Xiaoqiang supported his exhausted body, took a few steps back, and stood beside him.

Zhang Mu and the other two walked to the coffin. They stood on both sides of the coffin with a serious expression and activated their spiritual power at the same time.

Suddenly, two huge phantoms appeared behind the two.

The phantom behind Zhang Xuan was a white silver wolf, with a body length of more than two meters and a body of white hair moved with the wind.

The silver wolf was like a floating in the air, opening its mouth wide, baring its sharp fangs, and its eyes were particularly bright in the night.

The phantom behind Mu Piaoxing was a fiery red fox, slightly smaller than the silver wolf, and his face also showed a fierce look, staring at the coffin with his red eyes.

Ding Xiao watched the two of them cast spells, with shock and envy in his eyes.

The silver wolf and the fire fox are the spiritual appearance of Zhang Xuan and Mu Piaoxing!

The world of spiritual appearance, there are thousands of spiritual appearances.

In theory, everyone has a spiritual appearance, but it is just a question of whether it is suitable for cultivation.

The spiritual appearances of Junior Brother Mu and Junior Brother Zhang are exactly the third-level beast spirits. They can not only be cultivated, but also have a very high grade!

Relying on the advantages of high-level spiritual figures, Zhang Xuan and Mu Piaoxing entered the corpse tribe within half a year, and they had reached the realm of a two-star spiritual disciple!

And what about yourself?

A seven-year-old fetus!

Others can nurture spiritual seeds and produce spiritual phenomena within a few months, but now, it has been eight years since he has never been able to nurture spiritual phenomena.

At the beginning, the Zhenlingsi spent a lot of resources on him, but it took two years, and Ding Xiao still did not give birth to a spiritual appearance!

After trying it countless times, the Zhenlingsi Envoy finally gave a conclusion of two words.

Abandoned appearance!

The large amount of resources in the early stage was finally cultivated, which was a very shame for Zhenlingsi.

In the end, Zhenlingsi did not dismiss Ding Xiao. After all, the matter was spreading, and it was the face of Zhenlingsi.

The superior arranged him to the corpse department and became a gradeless "coffin-carrying man".

This will take six years!

...

At this time, Zhang Xuan and Mu Piaoxing were muttering.

"If a person dies, the spiritual appearance will not die! If the soul is uneasy, the spiritual appearance will repel it. You will occupy the magpie's nest and use the corpse to cause evil!"

"Prefaces are born from the mind, and the spirits gather into appearances. The Lord has left and the spirits should be dispersed."

"Town the Spirit Secretariat, the Spirit Secret, the Low-level Spirit Secret, the Town!"

The silver wolf and the fire fox spit out two golden spell talismans from their mouths and attached them to the coffin.

Suddenly, the coffin was covered with a faint golden light, and the golden light was peaceful. Even Ding Xiao felt calm when he saw it.

After casting the spell, the two of them checked around the coffin and confirmed that there was nothing unusual before leaving.

Leaning beside the tree, Zhang Xuan glanced at Ding Xiao not far away, and said dissatisfiedly, "Junior Brother Piaoxing, it's really unlucky for you and I to send the coffin this time to accompany this guy!"

Mu Piaoxing smiled slightly, "It's strange to say that Ding Xiao was a disabled person and had a weak constitution, but he could keep up with you and me, without saying a word, hum, he was a little tough."

Zhang Xuan couldn't help but glance at Ding Xiao again.

They deliberately speeded up along the way, but Ding Xiao was shaking as he watched him walk, but he just didn't fall behind.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xuan said disdainfully, "What a tough guy or not, it's just shamelessly lying in Zhenlingsi."

After several days of traveling, they were tired after chatting for a few words.

"Ding Xiao, look at the coffin. If there is any mistake, please deal with it according to the rules!" After giving the order, Zhang Xuan and Mu Piaoxing leaned against the tree and closed their eyes to rest, and soon fell asleep.

The entire Dashen Mountain fell into silence again.

Ding Xiao took a deep breath and sighed softly. The day was finally over.

Although the team members took turns to guard the coffin at night, Ding Xiao had long been used to sleeping for several consecutive days.

He has understood a truth over the years.

Right and wrong are completely meaningless to him, just because he is the shame of Zhenlingsi and a deceased father!

Later, seeing Zhang Mu and the others sleeping soundly, Ding Xiao took out a blue and white porcelain bottle from his pocket with slight hands and feet.

The "spiritual dust" is contained here, which can help nurture spiritual phenomena.

He has also earned some income in carrying a coffin over the years. In addition to treating his sister, he exchanged all his remaining savings for Lingchen.

What others don’t know is that Ding Xiao, who has failed countless times in eight years, even the Zhenlingsi has given up, has never stopped trying to nurture the spiritual world!

If others see him still practicing, sarcasm will definitely be indispensable. So every time Ding Xiao practices on his own when there is no one in the middle of the night.

Ding Xiao gently opened the porcelain bottle seal, placed it in front of him, sat cross-legged, and his eyes closed slightly.

The place where the spiritual appearance is nurtured and strengthened is located in the Dantian, also known as the Ling Palace.

The countless practices over the years allow Ding Xiao to let his soul consciousness clearly sense the situation in the spiritual palace in a very short time.

As soon as he sensed the Spirit Palace, Ding Xiao also realized the familiar feeling!

His spiritual palace was filled with black mist, completely filling the spiritual palace. The black mist rolled, almost breaking out of the palace!

However, every time the black fog was about to break through the edge of the Spirit Palace, golden light flashed around it, driving the black fog back.

In this way, the black fog could only roll in Ding Xiaoling's Palace.

"What is this black fog? Alas... Other people's spiritual palace is clear, but why did my spiritual palace become like this!" Ding Xiao sighed in his heart.

It would be strange if this kind of ghost place can give birth to spiritual appearances!

However, in addition to the black fog, there is another force in Ding Xiao’s spiritual palace!

In the black fog, an elliptical object the size of an egg emits a faint light throughout the body, appearing faintly.

And this is Ding Xiao’s spiritual fetus!

In the rolling black fog, the spiritual fetus seemed to be crushed at any time!

Feeling his spiritual fetus, Ding Xiao said harshly, "Eight years! Even for eight years, you still cannot nurture your spiritual appearance. Even if you are in a desperate situation like me,..."
To be continued...