Since the other party failed to seize the body, it is impossible to seize the body again, and because of the intimidation of the One-horned Ghost King, the other party will not easily cause trouble for him again. Both parties have reconciled, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Qingyang hurriedly moved toward
The other party held up his hands and said: "It turns out that the senior is here. The junior desecrated the body of the senior before. It was disrespectful. Please forgive me, senior."
The white-bone skull opened and closed its mouth and made a sound: "I don't have much life to begin with, and this failure to seize the body has severely damaged my vitality. I already have less than two years to live, so what else can I look away from?
But my little friend’s opportunity is really enviable.”
Qingyang is also an old monk who has experienced countless trials and hardships. He has seen a lot of strange and weird things. He is not surprised that the skeleton can speak, and said: "Why did the senior say this?"
The white-bone skeleton said: "I didn't know it before I took over the body. It was only when I entered my little friend's Zi Mansion that I discovered that not only was my little friend young, but his strength far exceeded his cultivation level. He also possessed the Five Elements Spiritual Roots, which he had cultivated.
It is the True Yuan with all the attributes of the Five Elements, and its foundation is so stable that it is rare in the world. What is even more enviable is that my little friend has the power to transform gods as a backer, so he has a bright future."
Having said this, the white-bone skeleton sighed and continued: "I am different. I have not had good qualifications since I was a child, and I have never met any noble people. I have suffered a lot in the sect and have had enough looks. It's not easy.
After all the hardships, he cultivated all the way to the perfect state of the golden elixir, and even gained the favor of the former master and was accepted as his direct disciple. However, he was plotted against by his fellow disciples, and finally ended up like this, suffering in this cold cave in the fog for hundreds of years...
"
Maybe he was suffocating after staying alone for too long, but now he finally met a monk with whom he could communicate. The skeleton didn't care whether Qingyang wanted to listen or not, and poured out all the suffering he had suffered over the years in one breath.
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For Qingyang, although the danger of being taken away has been lifted, the fog outside is still there. With his current means, he can't get out for the time being, and there is no point in rushing. And this skeleton and white bones have been trapped for hundreds of years and are familiar with the situation, and he is familiar with the situation.
If you communicate more, you might be able to find a way out.
Of course, questioning also requires strategy. It is not appropriate to ask directly, so Qingyang first reported his family background: "I'm Qingyang, I haven't asked my senior for his surname."
After listening to Qingyang's words, the white-bone skeleton was silent for a moment, and then said: "I have a solemn soul. As for my origins, now that I think about it, it is just a painful memory, so I won't mention it. This cold cave in the fog is not a good place.
,Why did little friend Qingyang end up like this?"
When the other party asked, Qingyang did not hide anything, so he accepted the mission from Lord Youmu in Ghost Valley, and came with everyone to the ruins to search for the Nine Sons Ghost Lotus and refine the Lingming Heshou Pill.
He was betrayed by his family bodyguard and fell short of success.
Youdao doesn't know each other without fighting. After experiencing the previous incident of taking over the body, and now there is no conflict of interest between them, and they are both trapped in this cold cave, the two of them have a feeling of sympathy for each other. In addition, Qing Qing
Yang wanted to set up a relationship with the other party to see if there was a way out of the fog, so he didn't hide anything and told the other party all his recent experiences.
The white-bone skeleton Hun Su had been suffering alone for hundreds of years, and finally met someone who could talk. Naturally, he listened carefully, but after listening, he didn't know what he thought of, and he suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, he asked: "I saw that you are a fairy monk. I thought you came here accidentally from the fairy realm. I didn't expect that you have something to do with the Ghost Valley. It reminds me of a lot of past events. I don't know what you said.
Then what is the status of True Lord Youmu in Ghost Valley? Who is the Lingming Heshou Pill refined for?"
Seeing that the skeleton Hun Su specifically mentioned True Lord Youmu, Qingyang couldn't help but be a little confused. True Lord Youmu is only four or five hundred years old at most, and this skeleton must have been trapped here longer than this. The two of them should
We didn't have much interaction, so I don't know why he asked suddenly.
"Senior, do you know True Lord Youmu?" Qingyang asked.
The white-bone skeleton soul said solemnly: "I don't know that True Monarch Youmu, but speaking of Lingmingheshoudan reminded me of some painful memories. Originally, I didn't want to mention the past. Since you are not an outsider, tell me
It doesn’t matter, I was once a disciple of Ghost Valley.”
This white-bone skeleton is also a disciple of Ghost Valley? I just heard that he was accepted as the head disciple, and his future was bright. However, he was later plotted against by his fellow disciples, and he was trapped in this cold cave in the fog. Hundreds of years have passed, and no one knows.
Are the people who originally plotted against him still alive?
Thinking of this, Qingyang asked: "I heard that the senior's name is Hun Li. Could it be that he is the same disciple as Zhenjun Hun Li, one of the three great late Nascent Soul monks in Ghost Valley?"
Hearing Qingyang mention Zhenjun Hun Li, Hun Su suddenly changed his aura and raised his voice a bit, saying: "Zhenjun Hun Li, one of the three great Yuanying late-stage monks, I didn't expect that that guy actually broke through.
The realm of Nascent Soul is really impressive."
Qingyang said: "Actually, this time we came to refine the Lingming Heshou Pill, it should be for him. That True Lord Youmu is another Nascent Soul cultivator from his family."
The soul solemnly said: "I know even if you don't tell me, he was the only one of the fellow sects who came to this ruins to take risks. Naturally, he is the only one who knows that there are Nine Sons of Ghost Lotus in this ruins. Now Shouyuan General
Finally, I naturally thought of the Nine-Son Ghost Lotus in the ruins."
The white-bone skeleton took a deep breath and said: "The cultivation levels of several of our close friends at the beginning have reached the level of the ninth level of the Golden Core and the perfection of the Golden Core. In order to find opportunities to break through the Nascent Soul, we joined together.
I went out for training and accidentally discovered this ruins, so we went in for another adventure together. However, there were many dangers in this ruins, and several of us were also seriously injured. Only Hun Li and I were left intact. Fortunately, we gained something this time.
It’s not cheap, so it’s a worthwhile trip.”
Speaking of this, Hun Su's voice suddenly became a bit sadder, saying: "Who would have thought that just when we were preparing to distribute the harvest, Hun Li suddenly took action and instantly killed the two seriously injured fellow disciples, leaving only
What I didn't expect was that he had already secretly planted a female body-eating insect in my body. By the time I found out, it was already too late.
My Zifu later released a large number of corpse-eating insects to eat my body. Originally, my strength was much higher than that of Hun Li, but at that time I couldn't even save my life, so I couldn't even bother to seek help from him.