Drunk Immortal Gourd

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 towards 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-skeleton 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 have no more than two years to live, 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 ups and downs. He has seen a lot of strange and weird things. He is not surprised that the skeleton can speak, and said: "Senior, why did you say this?"

The white-bone skeleton said: "I didn't know it before I took over the body. Only when I entered my little friend's Zi Mansion did I realize 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 cultivated It is a true essence with all the attributes of the five elements. It has a stable foundation that is rare in the world. What is even more enviable is that the little friend has the power of transformation as a backer. It can be said that he has a bright future. "

Having said this, the 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 I have had enough of looking down on you. Finally, I finally 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. .

For Qingyang, although the danger of being taken away has been lifted, the fog outside is still there. With his current means, he cannot 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. If you communicate with him more, you might be able to find a way out.

Of course, questioning must be strategic. 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 the 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 were a fairy monk. I thought you came here accidentally from the fairy realm. I didn't expect that you had something to do with the Ghost Valley. It reminded me of a lot of past events. I don't know what you said. Then what is Zhenjun Youmu’s position 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 There was no interaction, so I don’t know why he asked suddenly.

"Senior, do you know Lord Youmu?" Qingyang asked.

The white-bone skeleton soul said solemnly: "I don't know that True Lord 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 also a disciple of Ghost Valley.”

Is this white-bone skeleton also a disciple of Ghost Valley? I just heard him say that he was once 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 I don’t know if the people who originally plotted against him are still there. 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 Yuan Ying late-stage monks, I didn't expect that that guy also 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 venture out alive. 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 about how to make use of the Nine Sons Ghost Lotus."

The white-bone skeleton took a deep breath and said: "The cultivation levels of several of our close friends 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. When I went out for training, I 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, this time we gained something. It’s not cheap, and it’s a worthwhile trip.”

Speaking of this, Hun Su's voice suddenly became a bit sadder and said: "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. What I didn't expect was that he had already secretly planted a female body-eating worm 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 how could I bother to seek help from him? I can only flee in panic."