Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Thinking of these two sentences, Wen Xuan's sweat dripped. He could not guess what these words meant at the time, but now looking at the foreground, he naturally feels that the words refer to this without a doubt. For a while, Wen Xuan was a little at a loss.

Chu Lian rarely told him anything in that tone. Since Chu Lian said that, it must be a terrible thing.

Wen Xuan stared at the small hole on the ice that he had just smashed into, and he couldn't help it, for fear that this piece of ice was really damaged by him.

Fortunately, after a while, this hole began to slowly disappear on its own. At the same time, the young figure faded slightly. That is a trace that is almost imperceptible, indicating that this divine mind is consuming one's own power in order to protect this place.

Wen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly let the surging aura around him go around and hit other places. As for this piece of ice, he thinks it's better not to touch it for the time being.

Before leaving, Wen Xuan glanced back. The young figure is still floating there, looking at him with a smile.

It was a smile without any substance, but inexplicably reassuring.

In the end, Wen Xuan's entire body was swept over by this majestic spiritual energy, rushing through the opening and closing gates in a total of forty-eight places, more than several times stronger than the previous time, this was only the first step of Ning Yuan. Soon, Wen Xuan's mind broke away from his inner vision and escaped into an indescribable void.

This is a kind of space called "Tao".

Only when the realm is broken, the cultivator can use the power of spiritual energy to communicate with the world and touch the "Tao". At this moment, many of the concepts in the heart that originally seemed to be obscured by obscurity will become clear, and the spiritual mind can reach an unprecedented level of development. Only through this process can a monk have a deeper understanding of what he is cultivating and can truly take that step forward.

When Ning Yuan last time, Wen Xuan's worst part was this process. Therefore, before directly smashing Daoji and falling into the realm, Wenxuan's Ningyuan was actually only half of Ningyuan. Even if the Dao body and magic power can barely be condensed into the essence, his mind has been stuck in the foundation.

Now this shortcoming has finally been filled.

Wen Xuan opened his eyes from the void and saw a lot of dim light floating on his body. As his mind moved, these floating lights began to wander and merge. This is a reflection of his inner way.

What kind of scene do you want these floating lights to make up? What kind of path will you take in the future?

Wen Xuan asked himself, and then thought and answered. As the answer becomes clearer, the excess floating light gradually dissipates, and the scattered floating light gradually converges, and finally converges into three clear lights and shadows. Wen Xuan stretched out his hand and touched it, his heart filled with joy uncontrollably.

Stand after breaking. When he broke through to Ning Yuan for the second time, he finally realized his own magical powers, three types. This is the number of cultivators who dominate the crowd among the cultivators of the same generation, just the same as when he broke through from refining tools to building foundations.

After ups and downs, he finally achieved the strength that a Ning Yuan monk should have.

After hearing only a clear sound, the aura surrounding Wen Xuan gathered and dispersed, and a layer of air was actually rolled up. Wen Xuan opened his eyes with a smile in the clothes that was taken up, and looked at the cave where he was once again.

The cold has been swept away, and for the first time in fifty years, there is a feeling of melting snow and ice. Although the horn of the sky demon in his hand was still exuding bursts of chill, Wenxuan's mana was running, and the cold was continuously sucked into his body, and it could not overflow his palm.

When you're done, Wenxuan couldn't help but be overjoyed. Now just wait for this thing back.

Thinking about this, Wen Xuan looked at the entrance of the cave, but what he saw in front of him made him startled.

I don't know when there was a person and a woman at the entrance of the cave.

Why is there a woman in this place? This question just flashed in Wen Xuan's mind, and the woman had drifted into the hole.

Yes, drift in.

Wenxuan couldn't help taking a step back. He remembered, this is probably the legendary female ghost. But finally met.

Although it is said that this female ghost is not good at her way, Wen Xuan still put up twelve minutes of guard.

The female ghost raised her head, and she could see her appearance before her death, she was a delicate woman. It's just that now that delicate face is pale, a bit more terrifying. She just lifted this pale face and kept staring at Wen Xuan.

In fact, she had been staring at Wen Xuan long before Wen Xuan found her, and she didn't know how long she watched.

"This... girl?" Wen Xuan was staring so that his scalp was numb, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you staying here?"

Although he clearly knew that the other party should not be able to hurt himself, it was the first time he encountered this kind of thing, and it was inevitable that he was still a little bit embarrassed. After all, ghosts are very rare, and unless they have great obsessions or grievances, they will generally not stay in the world.

The female ghost didn't answer, she still stared at Wen Xuan straightly.

Wen Xuan was about to continue trying to communicate, when the female ghost suddenly became excited.

She opened her mouth and shouted loudly, but she couldn't hear what it was. Before the roar hit the ground, she suddenly rushed towards Wenxuan.

Wen Xuan suddenly took a big step back.

The female ghost rushed towards his front door, but suddenly stopped a step away from him, as if hitting a wall.

That is Wen Xuan's body protection aura.

As a decent Ning Yuan monk of the Xuan Sect, Wen Xuan's body protection aura can naturally restrain this kind of ghost. I saw the female ghost repeatedly blue smoke coming out of her body, and her face showed pain, and she was obviously injured.

"Girl," Wen Xuan's face sank, "What do you want to do?"

The female ghost turned a deaf ear, and even didn't care about the pain caused by this spiritual energy, she just opened her mouth and cried, her hands kept scratching on the barrier erected by her bodyguard spiritual energy, desperately trying to get closer.

"It's useless." Wen Xuan told her, "You are too shallow to break my aura at all."

I don't know if the female ghost understands, she suddenly stepped back a bit.

Wen Xuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, the female ghost rushed up again before she fell to the ground, and hit the barrier again. It was a suicide-like behavior, and she let out a cry.

Wen Xuan could no longer look at it coldly. For some reason, he felt nervous when he saw this scene.

"Girl, why be persistent?" His voice trembled a little unnoticeably, "What are your obsessions? Tell me, maybe I can help you. Don't rely on it anymore, why bother to do such useless work. ?"

But the female ghost didn't even know to give up, and kept hitting the barrier that was impossible to break through. The Yin Qi on her body was constantly being broken, making a sizzling noise, as if being burned. It was an extreme pain, but she just cried and kept on crying.

Wen Xuan's scalp was numb. What is she going to do? Inhaling Yang Qi? Will ghosts hurt themselves to this point in order to inhale Yang Qi? Wenxuan doesn't understand ghosts and doesn't know the answer.

He wanted to hear exactly what the syllables uttered in the opponent's throat, but no matter how he discerned them, they were just some out-of-tune syllables. But this sound is not completely unpredictable, like something someone would make...

Wen Xuan's face changed slightly, and he asked uncertainly, "Are you... dumb before you were alive?"

The female ghost whimpered twice, and it was still a syllable that could not be distinguished at all, like a mute among mortals. Because of countless suicidal impacts, her appearance has become a lot lighter than at first, as if a candle in the wind will be blown away at any time. And two lines of tears finally slipped down her face.

Looking at the tears, Wen Xuan didn't know why, but felt like he was hit hard in his heart, and it hurt a lot.

Seeing that the female ghost stepped back a little further and was about to bump into it again, Wen Xuan did something that she didn't know why she was doing it.

He took down all the auras of the bodyguard, all of them, and nothing left.

When the female ghost cried and rushed again, she rushed straight to him.

At the moment when he was entangled by the Yin Qi, Wen Xuan was still a bit trance. He thought he was crazy. Even if he has stepped into the realm of Ning Yuan, he is so defenselessly pounced by a ghost, as long as the other party has a little bit of evil in his heart, he can make him unable to eat, and it is impossible to die.

However, nothing happened.

Wen Xuan felt tears falling on his shoulders, cold.

Then the yin energy that was originally wrapped around him, as well as the tears on his shoulders, seemed to have suddenly evaporated, all disappeared without a trace.

Wen Xuan looked around in a daze, and couldn't find the shadow of the female ghost anywhere, almost thinking it was an illusion just now.

But it couldn't be all illusions just now.

Of course, the female ghost may have just left or hid. But in this way, what is the meaning of her previous persistent behavior?

Wen Xuan was puzzled, so he shook his head, temporarily left the matter behind, put the horn of the demon in his sleeve, went out of the cave, and walked down the mountain.

The road downhill is much smoother than when uphill. Because the horn of the sky demon was no longer in the same place, the eyes were destroyed, and the cold wind in the mountain almost dissipated, leaving only a little bit of cold air left in the snow. When it took less than one-fifth of the time, Wen Xuan saw the marked stone.

To his surprise, there were two figures standing beside the stone.

At least one day and one night have passed since the three people separated. Despite this, when Wen Xuan appeared, Jian Jian saw it at first sight, and the whole person suddenly rushed over and slammed into Wen Xuan's arms.

Wen Xuan caught him and rubbed his hair, "Why don't you go down the mountain and wait?"

Jian Jian did not speak, but buried his head on Wen Xuan's shoulder. Because he had been blowing in the cold wind for too long, his cheeks were flushed, and his hands were already purple.

"Friend of Wen Daoist, you can figure it out." Daoren Sun also greeted him, "I persuaded Fellow Daoist Jian to go down the mountain, but he didn't want to." If it wasn't for simple insistence, this person wouldn't be with him. Wait till now.

When he got closer, he realized that Wen Xuan's body was full of Ning Yuan, and he was taken aback. After a while, he arched his hands, with a subtle expression, a little bit of rejoicing, and a little bit of jealousy, "Congratulations to fellow Wen Daoist for promotion to Ningyuan."

Wen Xuan smiled and nodded. He wanted to return the courtesy, but Jian Jian still leaned in his arms and refused to go out.

Wen Xuan sighed, and did not push the person away. Instead, he found his hands that were so purple from the cold and hung them in his palms, "Sorry, I worried you."

"I'm not worried." Jian Jian finally said, but the volume was quite small, "I know you will be fine, just wait a bit longer."

Wen Xuan smiled and went to cover his face again, "Yes, sorry, I kept you waiting."

The ignorant Sun Daoren on the side couldn't help coughing, interrupted their dazzling move, and asked, "Wen Dao friends, what is the situation on this mountain? I think this wind and snow is already weak. Many, whether..."

Speaking of business affairs, Wen Xuan Jian finally separated the two.

Wen Xuan just smiled and said four words, "Fortunately not insulted."

"What?" Daoren Sun was stunned for a moment, and he reacted quickly, and was immediately surprised, "Is this really true?"

Wen Xuan took out the horn of the sky demon from his sleeve and placed it in front of him.

When Daoren Sun was excited, he had to touch it with his hands, and he was almost hurt by the cold. These chills were now confined by Wen Xuan in a palm, but as long as they were touched, they were still very terrible.

"I used a method..." Wen Xuan intends to explain how to control the horn of the sky demon, but it involves his own practice, and he doesn't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, Taoist Sun didn't care, and shook his hand, "In that case, you can hold it, Fellow Wen Daoist. When you see our fairy, please give it to her by yourself."

Wen Xuan nodded naturally and agreed.

The three of them continued to walk down while talking.

Wen Xuan probably talked about what happened on the mountain. This Taoist Sun is very enthusiastic about Wenxuan now, and the attitude of supporting him is very good. Hearing that it was the formation that Ye Shengge had laid, his face was full of sorrow. Later, when he heard about the female ghost, he also showed thoughts on his face, thinking carefully with Wen Xuan.

It was simply pasted on Wen Xuan's side, but it was surprisingly quiet, without even inserting a word.

"Under what circumstances will ghosts suddenly disappear?" Taoist Sun suddenly said, "Could it be that you have become a Buddha?"

Wen Xuan was stepping on a small snow bag. Hearing this, he almost fell in.

"It's just a guess." Sun Daoren laughed again.

Wen Xuan couldn't help thinking about this sentence, the more he thought about it, the more sweat he started to sweat on his forehead.

Yes, ghosts stay in the world, usually because their wishes are unfulfilled and their obsessions are too deep. Once the obsession is satisfied, the ghost will naturally disappear. But as a result, Wen Xuan recalled the scene just now, and his scalp felt numb again. Isn't that female ghost's obsession just to pounce him?

No, it's not just a pounce.

At that last moment, the female ghost held him in her arms.

Wen Xuan's hands and feet were cold.

"That female ghost," he asked again pretendingly, "how long have you been here?"

Daoren Sun shook his head, "I can't tell the details. However, according to the townspeople, she has been here since this snow-capped mountain became a snow-capped mountain. Count it almost fifty years ago."

Wen Xuan took a deep breath, and his coldness spread from his hands and feet to his heart.

He doesn't know his specific age or his birthday. He only knew that it was almost fifty years ago when he was picked up by Chu Lian back to Shui Yunzong.

"That's right." Sun Daoyou said again, "Before you were trapped in the mountain, I was worried that something might happen, so I already wrote to our fairy. She was very concerned, and replied that she had pushed everything away and she was about to rush. Come. Now I have to tell her again and let her not use it."

"Is Fairy Murong coming?" Wen Xuan asked.

"That's what she said. But since you are all right, let her wait for us to go back."

"No," Wen Xuan said, "If she can come, that would be great."

Daoren Sun was taken aback, and he didn't expect him to say that.

"I want to wait for her here." Wen Xuan silently clenched his fist in his sleeve. "I want to stay in that town for a few more days... I have to ask about some things."