Chapter 217: The Old Taoist Priestess of Mount Hua, the Origin of the Dead

Leng Qing didn't want him to run away again. God knew what he would think of himself next time.

In fact, Ding Yumian spent most of his time immersed in cultivation during this period.

On the one hand, she needed to quickly improve her curse and spiritual cultivation so that her evil body would become stronger. Strengthening her cultivation would also allow them to have a closer connection, allowing her to provide more help.

On the other hand, it is to take advantage of the fact that the suppressed soul of the ancient king is in a weak period and has not yet accumulated strength to interfere with and erode her again.

Accumulate her own soul power and life force to deal with the next invasion of the residual soul.

The power of the armor is strong, but it only obeys the command of one soul, and its host now has two souls.

Therefore, it listens to the ancient king more and by accepting the ancient king's residual soul, it can fully master this armor.

But the remnant soul of the ancient king in the armor was a completely dead soul and had no normal communication ability at all. Once she accepted it, she didn't know what she would become, so she didn't dare to let him merge with her.

Therefore, Ding Yumian does not have the armor robe now, and the rescue of the corpse on the mountain was just a common agreement reached by both parties.

What she had to do next was to strengthen herself, preserve her evil body and soul, expel the remnant soul of the ancient king, and gain the power of the armor little by little. Fortunately, the power of life could isolate the remnant soul of the ancient king from part of the connection with the armor, so that it could not completely use the power of the armor to attack her, otherwise it would be really difficult to resist.

Bai Mo was not idle either. Now that the space system had recovered, he focused all his energy on it.

The space system is now approaching the bottleneck of the advanced level one. Bai Mo feels that with the dimensional stone given by Han Ji, he can break through at any time.

But considering that his current soul state is unstable, the so-called galaxy breakthrough, in essence, can be said to be a process of soul growth.

After all, magic comes from the soul, so Bai Mo, for the sake of safety, decided to wait until he fully recovered before considering it.

It’s only a few days anyway.

January 20th in the Gregorian calendar is the Great Cold.

The courtyards of rows of villas were filled with cured meat. Bai Mo was sometimes curious as to why the Trial Council had arranged for so many elderly people to live in their accommodation.

Later I found out that they were all the judges' families.

After eating Tangyuan in the morning, Bai Mo took a nap while feeling warm.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a little dazed.

What is this place?

Looking around, I saw an unfamiliar living room. The decoration was not luxurious, but simply furnished. It did not have much of a living atmosphere and looked like a temporary residence.

On the right, a little girl with twin ponytails who looked two or three years younger than herself was lying on the sofa looking at a computer. On the screen was a map with a large area marked in colorful colors, which made people dizzy.

On the single sofa on the other side, a woman in home clothes was sitting, flipping through some documents in her hands.

There was a solemn look between his brows, and his eyes were as cold as autumn maples in a cold pond, yet they revealed a leisurely attitude.

Her body was well-proportioned, and even when she was sitting lazily like that, the height that could not be covered by loose clothes made people's eyes wander involuntarily.

A pair of long legs overlapped together, appearing slender and straight against the loose and tight trousers. The exposed ankle was slender, connected to the sole of the foot exposed to the air, crystal clear and beautiful, with transparent skin and ivory color.

He was covered with a blanket of very good texture, probably the fur of some monster.

Sitting up, Bai Mo hesitated, frowned, and finally asked, "Where is this place, who are you?"

Hearing this, Leng Qing raised his head, put down the investigation report that Lingyin Temple had recently sent over about the Mu family's practice of forbidden techniques, and looked at Bai Mo.

One look at the expression on his face and you'll understand instantly.

"I'm Leng Qing, she's Ling Ling, this is my villa in the ancient capital, it seems you've lost your memory again."

"Leng Qing, Lingling!?" Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at them again, as well as his own amnesia.

He did not believe it, nor did he show any panic on his face. He leaned back on the sofa and asked lazily:

"You really are?"

"This is my sister's and my ID card. Do you want to see it?"

Lingling sat up with an interested look on her face. She was a little curious about when Bai Mo came out this time.

But it seems inappropriate recently, after all, we don’t know them.

"Then how did we know each other?" Bai Mo looked at the two people's ID cards, and then saw his current appearance in the reflection of the TV.

It was somewhat similar to me, just much older. So I believed it a little.

"You came to Qingtian Hunting House and wanted to join. I happened to be there that day." Leng Qing smiled when he heard this. "You looked me up and down like this that day. You should have been in the first year of high school at that time. How old are you now?"

"Fourteen." Bai Mo answered, and then Lingling asked, "I don't need to say anything, right?"

"Well, then how did I lose my memory? Have I lost my memory before? Can this kind of memory loss be restored?"

Bai Mo asked a long list of questions, and he easily accepted the fact that he had lost his memory.

"You also had an experience of amnesia before, and this state can be recovered." Lingling roughly explained his amnesia and the reasons for it.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, feeling somewhat proud. He never thought that he was already a high-level wizard.

Then he hesitated and asked, "What is our relationship?"

"What do you think?" Leng Qing looked at him with a smile.

"Girlfriend?" Bai Mo looked at her.

Leng Qing nodded slightly and pointed at Lingling, "She is your partner."

Bai Mo nodded again and asked hesitantly, "How long will I lose my memory?"

"I don't know. It depends on you. It will take no more than one day. Do you want to experience the magic you have now?" Lingling's eyes were bright as she observed Bai Mo's expression.

He didn't seem to care whether he had lost his memory or not, and just maintained an indifferent attitude.

Then he said, "No, I want to go out for a walk."

"Okay, I'll go call Yu Mian." Leng Qing got up and went upstairs.

"Yu Mian?" Bai Mo's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Lingling.

"You're a scumbag."

Bai Mo understood what he said, and he retorted, "I am not now, wait until my memory recovers before you tell me."

"No, you are too thick-skinned. I am too lazy to tell you."

"It doesn't matter. I'm too lazy to listen. It's useless for you to talk to me." Bai Mo turned his head away.

"Where are you going?"

"Taihua Mountain."

Since ancient times, Mount Taihua is located 120 kilometers east of the capital.

Looking at the towering peaks that look like a sword in danger, a majestic aura overlooking the world instantly fills my heart.

At the top of West Peak, Leng Qing brought Bai Mo and others here.

Looking back, I could touch the clouds with my hand. The white clouds before my eyes formed a hundred thousand mountains, one upon another, layer upon layer. When the wind blew, they disappeared.

Standing at such a high place, it seems as if all of Kyushu is within sight.

"Why do you want to come to Huashan?" Lingling asked.

"I heard there's a Taoist priest here. Let's go meet him." Bai Mo looked away and said to the Taoist-robed old man who suddenly walked out of the mist on the other side of the cliff:

"Old man, could you please take a picture for us?"

"You kid, are you here to see me just for this?" The old Taoist priest, who was covered in a green robe, didn't expect Bai Mo's first sentence to be this, and he immediately said unhappily.

"Take pictures first, and we'll deal with the rest after I wake up."

"Yes." The old Taoist stroked his beard and casually took a very beautiful photo.

At the same time, Bai Mo's eyes gradually became clear.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest."

"The dimensional aura on the young man is too strong."

The old Taoist said with a smile.

"Well, I always feel that I can go to another world." Bai Mo sat on the edge of the cliff where the Taoist priest was, not caring that he was ten thousand meters above the ground.

"If you don't have the strength, you'd better not go." The old Taoist warned quietly, and then said meaningfully, "There are many mysteries in the dimension, which need to be explored slowly. Kid, practice here for a few days first. There is also a guy about your age on the mountain over there, and you two should be able to chat with each other."

After saying this, he looked at Ding Yumian again, pondered for a moment, and sighed, "Wonderful!"

Then he walked leisurely down the mountain.

During this period of time, Ding Yumian and others have figured out the pattern. Bai Mo's state of amnesia and cognitive changes caused by soul fluctuations will most likely be stable for a long time after it happens once.

After obtaining the consent of the old Taoist priest, Bai Mo took a few people to settle down in Huashan.

Leng Qing left first. She still had a lot of things to deal with and couldn't stay on the deserted Huashan Mountain every day.

On the top of the mountain, Bai Mo closed his eyes and operated his own space system galaxy.

Suddenly, I felt the sea of ​​my spirit sway slightly.

From a bird's eye view, he saw the last wisp of gray mist dissipating above the summoning and sound galaxy. At this moment, Bai Mo only felt that the original powerful force had returned.

Calculating the time, more than two months have passed. If I go to Shayuan and then return to Modu, I will be able to catch the Spring Festival.

But before that, he had something he had been holding back on for a long time that needed to be done first.

Taking out the dimensional stone, Bai Mo closed his eyes again.

At this moment, the dimensional stone melted like running water, and a huge amount of energy poured into his space system galaxy like a flood, rapidly expanding the territory of Zhang Silver Galaxy.

Without any pause, he passed the advanced level 2 barrier and continued forward.

The space galaxy was like a beast that had been trapped for a long time, suddenly breaking free from the cage, and moving forward rapidly and uncontrollably, until it had traveled a distance to the second level of the high level before finally stopping.

Feeling this even more powerful magical power, Bai Mo also had a smile on his face.

In an unknown wilderness.

Under the guidance of Ding Yumian, Bai Mo met Sha Yuan again.

No matter how many times he saw it, he would still be horrified by the dense sea of ​​souls and corpses of the tens of thousands of dead inside.

Once inside, it was still a silent, dark world and a white tomb palace.

Passing by the Endless Gallery, Bai Mo saw Ding Yumian pause and was surprised.

"What's wrong?"

"After I accepted the ancient king's armor, the paintings in these galleries changed. You can read them. The stories they tell are a bit strange."

Hearing this, Bai Mo looked at the wall carefully and found that the picture on the wall had indeed changed.

Different from the previous paintings of the Maid of Flowing Clouds with their majestic and majestic aura, this painting seems to be unfolding from the perspective of a bystander.

This mural is a combination of chaos and psychology. Nothing can be seen from the surface. One needs to probe his mind into it and observe the painting with his heart.

Then Bai Mo's mind moved, and he immersed himself in the painting.

It was hazy for a while, and then gradually became clear.

He was like a flying bird overlooking the Kyushu continent. He saw demons causing chaos, people's hearts were in turmoil, human city-states were scattered all over the place, and wars between demons and humans were raging everywhere.

The view zoomed in and we arrived at the Guanzhong area, where we saw that it was surrounded by a long coiled dragon. Demons were attacking from all directions, but they could not move forward at all.

As the distance got closer, a man in black appeared. His face was blurry, but his temperament was extremely majestic, and he was playing with a pendant in his hand.

Then Bai Mo's eyes blurred, and his perspective turned into that of this man.

'It has been over a thousand years since Heavenly Father established the Star System. The Holy City was first established, the laws were established, and the natural laws of our Nine Provinces have withered. Now that the people are in danger, it is urgent to develop the Star System. Only by changing with the trend can we achieve long-term success.'

The words that the man muttered to himself echoed in Bai Mo's mind, and then he saw a picture of a silkworm pupa turning into a cicada flash by, and then a glow of awakening belonging to the undead system actually emerged from the man!

Then, a moment passed, and before Bai Mo had time to wonder why the man suddenly woke up, he suddenly felt that the man in front of him had aged a lot.

'I turn the dead upside down and give them spirits. Although they cannot appear during the day, they can still help people out of danger. I call them ghosts.'

As soon as the words fell in Bai Mo's mind, he saw a piece of stone suddenly appear in the man's hand, which seemed to have changed in many ways and yet seemed to have not changed at all.

A star track connection

"When the dead appear, there must be graves dug up, and the wind will block out the sun. This is called the grave yin."

Then six more star tracks were seen flying, and together with the previous one they formed a strange picture.

"When the dark wind blows, the dead spirits emerge. This is called summoning spirits."

Bai Mo keenly discovered that the man's two sentences and the star track map he constructed had different meanings, as if he was preaching and engraving, and every time he finished a sentence, the strange stone in his hand flashed once.

The man's actions continued. He flicked his fingers slightly and six star maps flew out. Together with the previous star map, they formed a constellation, which looked ghostly and eerie.

'When the spirit is formed, the yin gathers, and when the yin gathers, it becomes spirit again. All spirits are in control. This is the tide of death. When the spirit is destroyed, resentment is born. This is called the curse of death!'

Bai Mo understood a little bit. This was talking about high-level undead magic. There were roughly two methods. One was similar to the tide of undead summoned by the beast tide, and the other was to sacrifice a large number of undead to cast a powerful undead curse.

And then, the constellation in front of the man suddenly shattered, countless stars flew around, and formed a brilliant star palace in the dazzling space, and the sky was covered with yin energy.

'When soil accumulates to form a mountain, and water accumulates to form an abyss, the tide of destruction never stops, and the spirits and ministers continue to come, this is called the disaster of destruction!'

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's sleeves fluttered, and the stone in his hand shone with a light brighter than the sun, and directly turned into divine light and melted into the world.

Seeing this scene, the man was slightly startled, then smiled helplessly. The forbidden spell that he was about to cast was retracted, and the whole person returned to his original appearance.

"Forget it. Forbidden spells are inherently unpredictable, and the Holy City has barely established a super-level law. Why should I force it? This variable has already fallen, and the stagnant law can't completely control the changes in magic."

After reading this, Bai Mo’s eyes blurred again.

Then, eight imposing figures, as if they were at the top of the human world, suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Their expressions and postures are all different, the only thing they have in common is that they have mastered supreme power and can protect an entire city alone.

And one of them, Bai Mo remembered, was the middle-aged man in linen clothes that Yu Mian had photographed with Bai Ze's Picture of Beasts in the Fenghua Valley in the south.

At this moment, they were all standing in front of the man in black, and it could be seen that he was quite old.

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(End of this chapter)