Record of Chaos

　　　　 On the other side, Gouzhu woke up.

　　 When he woke up, he felt better, and the small scars in his body were gradually healing.

　　 He was lying on a large bed. The bed was covered with thick blankets. This kind of velvet blanket has thick white fluff, not like some kind of fur, but like some kind of plant.

　　 Everything in the room is exquisite. There are delicate and elegant gauze curtains hanging on the walls, and the walls and pillars are all transparent crystals.

　　 Gouzhu barely got up. Although his body is recovering well, he is still a little weak to stand up and walk.

　　 Especially dizziness, it's just one after another. At first he thought it was dizziness caused by his lack of blood. Later, it was discovered that the entire ground was shaking and tilting continuously. But he is gradually adapting.

　　 He approached and discovered that these things that looked like crystals were actually ice cubes. The bed and walls are made of ice. This is an igloo.

　　 The temperature in the room is very low, but it feels warm and bright as day. The light source is a huge white jade egg in the middle of the room, about half a person tall. Touching it, it exudes warmth that makes him feel comfortable.

　　 This is not the warmth of the temperature rise. Gouzhu can feel that in addition to the bright white light, there is pure yang aura, emitted from the egg, and passed into the body through the hand he touched.

　　 This kind of pure yang breath mass in the cold room makes people feel quite comfortable. At the same time, the room remained cold, and the room made of ice would not melt at all.

　　 But he doesn’t lack pure Yang Qi. He can decompose bitter and cold toxin at any time to produce pure Yang Zhenqi. It's just that he doesn't have Jidan, so he can't produce pure Yangdan. He also didn't know how to make the nineteenth come alive with only Chunyang Zhenqi.

　　Although the nineteenth design can be driven as long as there is pure yang aura, it is not possible to input it at will. It's like something that contains energy. People can only live by eating food, but they can still die by eating gunpowder.

　　 "Wen Ruxue..." Gou Zhu suddenly remembered that this person had brought her here.

　　 This place is called Ji Ming Palace, which sounds related to Ji Ming Grass. Perhaps the spiritual seed of the extremely dark grass is kept here.

　　 He is not very interested in the spirit seed of the extremely dark grass. This thing sounds dangerous. The most important fate of monasticism is that what should be his is his. If it is obvious that it is not his turn to force him again, he is worried that stealing chickens will not lose money and ruining his existing way is dangerous.

　　 What he needs most is Pure Yang Pill. The woman named Wen Ruxue looked unusual. This bright giant egg is a magic weapon that exudes pure Yang aura. To maintain this kind of thing, maybe she has a lot of pure Yang Pill in stock.

　　 "Ah, the guest has finally woke up!"

　　 The white curtain was lifted, and a person came in at the door. She was dressed in a plain moon-white jacket skirt, covered with a blue pattern that a maid usually sees, and she had an ice bowl in her hand.

　　 Gouzhu saw her face, but was shocked.

Her face was originally the same as an ordinary girl, but the material was the same as that of the wall, like a transparent crystal. Looking to the end, there was a vague white mist inside, and the icy breath followed her voice. It really smells like exhalation and freezing.

　　 Seeing Gou Zhu's face changed, she pursed her lips mischievously, and joked: "Are you really Venerable Yuanyang? You don't even know Xuanbing's fake body?"

　　Venerable...This is the first time I have enjoyed this name Gouzhu. Among Xuanmen monks, this name is only used if they respect each other very much.

　　 Gou Zhu has heard of the death of some monks with supernatural powers, and can congeal himself into a fake body. The so-called Xuanbing phantom is a "fake body" created by coagulating water vapor in the air by the qi of Xuanyin, taking ice as the body, water as blood, and locking the soul. But it was the first time I saw it.

　　 A fake body does not extend lifespan. Shouyuan is not caused by the physical body, but by causal karma. A monk whose life is about to die, even if it is replaced with a fake body, the fake body will still be drawn by karma and age rapidly.

　　 Gouzhu smiled embarrassedly, so he was so strange.

　　 "Sister Xue confessed that if the Venerable wakes up, he must drink this bowl of soup."

　　 The ice bowl in her hand contained a bowl of amber soup, and a smell of medicine and heating spread over the surface, which immediately filled the room.

　　 Gouzhu didn't think much about it, just took it. If this Wen Ruxue wants to harm him, he can start when he is injured, there is no need to wait until now to pretend.

　　 After this bowl of soup medicine went down, Gouzhu felt warm. The original qi, which was originally ailing in the body, was suddenly injected with a kind of magical power, and I felt that my whole body was awake, and the scratches caused by the numerous broken thorns in the body began to heal faster.

　　 "This Snow Territory Extreme Root Soup is the most effective for invigorating blood and muscles, nourishing the wounded body. I'm afraid that the guests will not dare to drink it."

　　 "This is given by a savior, so I dare not drink anything. Even if it poisons me, it's the same as if it didn't save me." Gou Zhu thought quite openly.

The maid of the Xuanbing fake body smiled faintly, "The respected guest joked. My sister Xue is a good person, how could she not be saved? She has confessed that once the respected guest wakes up, after taking the medicine, Xiaotian will take the respected guest. Go to Wangxue Pavilion to see her."

　　 The maid was called Xiao Tian. She took the ice bowl used by the hook pig into the palm of her hand. The ice bowl immediately turned into a puff of clear water in front of her eyes, penetrated into the palm of her hand, and disappeared.

　　 "Please come with me." She turned back, although she was a body of Xuanbing, but her slim figure was no less than the swaying Xuanmen sisters in the Jade Palace.

　　 Gouzhu was about to see the owner here to exchange a few pure Yang Pills to save the nineteenth life, and he was closely behind Xiao Tian.

　　 went out to the door, it was a long corridor. On the other side of the corridor are many windows connected together. The paste on the window was not paper, but transparent thin ice. The night sky outside the window was overcast, obscuring the light of the stars and moon. The snow is flying, and the wind is howling. The wind blew these many windows rustling.

　　 Sometimes a strong wind came in from the gap, and snow fell on the floor of the corridor.

　　 The ground here is not ice, but a kind of wood with waxy texture and many veins. It's like a leaf, the effect seen after magnified countless times.

　　 This entire palace of the deep world should be the pointed bud of the big silver fir tree. It's just that some people use ice to build rooms and corridors for people to live in with their great magical powers ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

　　 This corridor seems to be on the periphery of the Extreme Ming Palace, upward in a spiral direction. From time to time, some monks and monks in Taoist robes and other costumes passed by. Their dresses are not much different from the Xuanmen monks outside, but they are all Xuanbing fakes.

　　 Seeing Gouzhu, each of them had a look of envy and respect.

　　 Gouzhu’s physical body is of course the true body of Yuanyang, gifted by his parents and fused with flesh. No wonder they envy them. Compared with Xuan Bing's fake body, the benefits of having a Yuanyang true body are too much to say.

　　 Greeting all the way, Gouzhu found that these monks in the Xuanbing fake form were courteous one by one, and they all respectfully called him: "Venerable Yuanyang."

　　 Gouzhu had no choice but to respond politely, thinking that my stinky skin became a rare item here?

　　 "Why are the people here are Xuanbing fakes?" he asked.

　　 It turned out that all the monks in Xuanbing's avatar here, including Xiao Tian next to him, were not humans, but demons.

　　 This celestial tree species of the Pagoda of Passing Gong is full of vitality. For five hundred years, sentient beings have been led by karma to be born in this world. Either jackal, or pika, or insect and ant, or fish and shrimp. These sentient beings either end of life or die, anyway, they will die sooner or later.

　　On this big silver cedar tree, the master of the Extreme Ming Palace, this sister Xue, hates the cycle of life and death most. Whenever there are undead near this tree, she will draw it with supernatural powers, give her a phantom of Xuanbing and transform into a human form, and then follow her to practice and become her disciple.

　　 It's just that she doesn't like to call herself a teacher, everyone just calls her Sister Xue.

　　 Five hundred years have passed, this Extreme Ming Palace has actually become a Xuanmen sect. It's just not known to the world.