Weird World of Immortality

I am not me?

"What nonsense?" Yang Xinmeng couldn't understand, its shadow jumped towards Zhou Fan upright, swallowing Zhou Fan's body one by one.

A mass of white light rose from Zhou Fan's corpse, and turned into Zhou Fan's appearance and quietly watched the scene.

That strange can't see the existence of white light.

Zhou Fan didn't find it strange, because both the hidden forest and the ghost were illusory, all of which came from the memory of the seventh spirit.

Of course, if he can't wake up suddenly, his human soul will collapse due to the fear of the seventh spirit's memory.

That is, if he thinks he is dead, then he may really be dead.

This is the purpose of the seventh qi ghost, this is the memory of the seventh qi ghost before his death.

As long as Zhou Fan wanted to, he could leave at any time, but he didn't just leave, he wanted to see the end.

After the monster ate Zhou Fan, it snorted and walked towards the charred wood in the open space.

That odd charred wood is the heart of the Hidden Forest.

Wei Jing moved forward slowly in a strange and twisted posture, walked in front of Jiaomu, it knelt down, and its shadow began to tremble, from one to nine, and the nine black shadows gradually turned blue-black.

Blue-black shadows stood upright from the ground, and they stood stiff and sluggish.

The dense blood-colored branches of the scorched black trees swayed, and what was on the branches was clearly revealed. Countless blue-black shadows hung on them. Some branches only had one shadow hanging, while some branches hung dozens of them.

The moment the blue-black shadow appeared, there was a mournful howl from the branches.

Nine green and black shadows slowly rose up on the ground, hanging from the branches just like their predecessors.

Zhou Fan was silent. He understood that the nine green and black shadows should be nine dead children. If the analogy was made, every green and black shadow on the tree was formed by a human life.

The ghost who called Jiaomu his mother passed away, but the memory of the angry ghost was not over yet.

The sun rises and sets, the stars move, and it is difficult for Zhou Fan to tell how many years have passed in this memory.

One day, a man dressed in black with disheveled hair walked into the Hidden Forest. He stepped into the open space where the charred wood was.

The scorched wood trembled, and the blue-black shadow that was originally hidden reappeared, and countless indescribable monsters flew out of the pine forest.

Everything seemed to be shaking like a mountain, and in this strange wave like a tsunami, even if Zhou Fan knew it was fake, he couldn't help but show fear on his face.

The man stood still with a calm expression on his face. He gently tapped out with a finger of his right hand, and a huge rib appeared faintly between the heavens and the earth, forming a huge rib giant.

The belly of the rib-bone giant packed all the monsters in the Hidden Forest, and the monsters' bodies suddenly collapsed, and countless blood plasma turned the barren clearing into colorful shapes.

The trunk of the charred wood cracked, and a black vine only three feet high flew out. The black vine was beaten on the ribs, and the ribs were broken inch by inch.

The man's face was indifferent, his ribs continued to reorganize, and the rib giant raised the bone knife in his hand to start a fierce battle with Black Vine.

This battle shocked Zhou Fan's soul. The fight between Hei Teng and the man in black was far beyond his realm, and he couldn't understand the means of the two at all.

The entire Hidden Forest was finally destroyed in half, and the red leaves on the black vine began to wither, and finally it flew into the charred wood sickly.

The rib giant disappeared, and the man in black stood in front of the charred wood. He whispered a few vague words, and there was a small bell in his hand.

All the blue-black shadows hanging on the burnt wood fell and flew into the small bell.

The man in black did not destroy the charred wood, he put away the small clock, and Ruoyou Ruowu looked at the position where Zhou Fan was suspended.

This glance seemed to see through Zhou Fan, making Zhou Fan shudder.

However, this is clearly the memory of an angry ghost. No matter how powerful this black-clothed man is, he is only a person in memory, and it is impossible to discover his existence.

The black-clothed man withdrew his gaze and walked outside the Fascinating Forest.

The memory of the qi ghost ended here, Zhou Fan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had woken up. He just lightly pinched the seal with both hands, and the red-black rune landed on the sluggish qi ghost in the seventh gas field. .

Zhou Fan was relieved that the Seventh Qi Ghost was completely subdued. He did not expect that the Seventh Qi Ghost's backlash was actually instilling its death memory into himself, thus trying to let himself die in its memory.

However, Zhou Fan had already experienced this dream three times, and he was already used to this kind of nightmare. The seventh spirit wanted to harm him in this way, but he was wrong.

Zhou Fan recovered, and Xiao Ling and her brother, who had been in a tense state, relaxed.

Zhou Fan reassured them with a smile, and he pondered again.

He was still thinking about the memory of the ghost before his death. If he guessed correctly, the blue-black shadow was probably taken away by the man in black with the drab hair and made into a red ghost pill.

The man in black must be a master of ghosts, and it is possible that he has a great relationship with the "Scarlet Nine Ghosts".

The realm of the man in black was far beyond Zhou Fan's imagination. He was silent for a while and then shook his head, not thinking about it any further.

I don't know what age this memory is, maybe the man in black has already fallen or died.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye. In addition to being busy with work, Zhou Fan spent the rest of his time practicing. After breaking through the bottleneck and condensing the seventh gas field, the eighth and ninth gas fields did not encounter most obstacles. successfully aggregated.

"Scarlet Nine Ghosts Sutra" has been repaired by him to the realm of nine fields and nine cylinders, and his physical strength has also reached the limit.

If that Mushroom Ancestor wanted to kill Zhou Fan again, Zhou Fan would be able to deal with him with the Jiutian Jiuzhen True Qi and nine Qi Ghosts, and even escape from the Mushroom Ancestor's deceitful domain.

However, it is still not enough insurance. Only when he steps into the pulp washing stage can he have the confidence to ensure his own safety.

After all, that Mushroom Ancestor is a blood-strength peak, not an ordinary blood-strength.

It’s just the distance from the pulp washing stage... Zhou Fan still lacks a lot of gray worms~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhou Fan sighed for this. The pulp washing stage is different from other realms. share.

This section is too dependent on external things.

Otherwise, if he changes to another rank, with his rare talent in the world, even if there is no gray worm and no fishing rod, he can quickly cross over.

Only this part of washing the marrow... the effect that talent can play is really not big.

Zhou Fan shook his head. He didn't expect that such an outstanding talent would one day be useless.

The only way to find a way to kill some monsters and collect gray worms is to drag on, and I don't know when the pulp washing will be completed.

It's just that after Tianliang City went through the mushroom demon incident that night, the monsters in the city escaped as soon as they could, and most of them were killed if they couldn't.

Now that everything in the city is waiting, the monsters rarely come out to make trouble. Zhou Fan hasn't killed a monster for several days, which makes his hands a little itchy.

It can't go on like this.