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Jiang Lin was looking at the east.

After traveling for three hundred miles, Mr. Xu was using formations to look for the surreptitious red-clothed evil spirit, and the light beam formed by the condensed spiritual energy emitted from the courtyard of the Liu family, pointing to a certain place among the vast mountains.

But Jiang Lin didn't see this light.

Ordinary people may be greatly shocked by the object-finding spell cast by a monk in the third level, but it does not have any attraction for him, and he is not even interested in taking a glance.

He was looking further afield.

Across countless mountains and rivers, in the depths of the Central Plains where the spirit veins are the most abundant, where 180 sword peaks stand, some people are fighting against the vast thunder, trying to use the luck of heaven and earth for their own use.

The gust of wind whizzed past the mainland, carrying an angry and chilling intent, and when it reached Jiang Lin's side, it turned into waves of helpless wailing.

Jiang Lin was indifferent and just watched quietly.

After a while, the wind gradually died down, and the play far away also ended with a similar ending.

The rising sun rose from below the mountains, and the warm golden light drove away all the night, completely illuminating this vast land.

Jiang Lin withdrew his gaze, a little disappointed, and even more dispirited.

Feeling the coldness and stickiness coming from his fingers, he lowered his eyes and threw his head into the abyss behind him.

None of the monsters dared to approach him within a hundred meters, maybe there were, but after seeing how easily he raised his hand to tear apart the attackers, they all timidly retreated.

They yearn for fresh flesh and blood, and at the same time, they are instinctively afraid of death. These human beings seem harmless and have no dangerous aura, but the indifference and strength they show inadvertently surpasses most practitioners they have ever seen.

Jiang Lin didn't want to keep getting his hands dirty, so he let go of those fleeing monsters.

He jumped into the dark crack and slowly floated down.

This is the abyss of all demons.

As the name suggests, in this abyss that stretches for thousands of miles and is as deep as ten thousand feet, there are tens of thousands of monsters, and many of them can compete with the powers of the Nine Layer Realm, but because of the great restrictions left by the predecessors, Unable to leave the bottom of the cliff.

Monsters once flooded the continent and caused disasters to the world. Thousands of years ago, the major immortal sects jointly set up barriers and successfully sealed up the source of the curse. It took nearly a hundred years to eliminate demons in various places before finally calming down the chaos.

It is rumored that only practitioners with the Token of the Immortal Alliance can freely enter and exit this restriction, but few people will take the initiative to run here. After all, the abyss of all demons has always been synonymous with death, and falling into it is equivalent to falling into the lair of monsters .

The above is a background setting of "Climbing the Immortal Journey".

Jiang Lin knows better than anyone else, because he is the one who wrote this book.

He even knows more. For example, in the later episodes that have not yet been released, the overlord of the abyss will wake up from his slumber and die after a battle with the protagonist; Under his command, he confronted the Xianmeng led by the protagonist group head-on.

But all of these are based on the fact that the protagonist adapts to the changes in the plot and gradually becomes stronger.

However, the main character died.

In the second year after traveling, Jiang Lin heard the news, and felt very novel, even unbelievable.

He didn't have much deep affection for the characters in his novels, but Zhong Weiwan was the protagonist in the book after all, the son favored by heaven's luck, and logically the whole world should revolve around him, but he died so easily?

Jiang Lin was rarely interested, and after spending some time, he finally found this place—it was said to be the place where Zhong Weiwan died.

If the information is correct, Zhong Weiwan really died a hundred years ago, and the bones may have been eaten up by monsters, so it is very likely that nothing will be found this time.

But he wanted to go and have a look.

Jiang Lin has always acted as he pleases, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he will act when he has an idea. As for the dangerous environment that makes others daunting, he doesn't take it seriously.

The restrictions set by the fairy gate are invisible and colorless, but when you touch the boundary, you will feel a strong resistance.

This was not a problem for Jiang Lin, he passed through easily and landed at the bottom of the cliff after a while.

Only very little light can reach here, and strange monsters wander in the darkness. After sensing the strange fresh blood, they become excited and restless, and come from all directions.

People in the world are most afraid of monsters, and there are naturally reasons for this.

Monsters are the condensed form of devil energy, not creatures in the conventional sense, but more like poison barriers full of malice towards the world.

Intruded into the body by monsters, ranging from insanity and retrograde spiritual power to severe cases of madness, denial of relatives, and finally becoming a walking corpse puppet who only knows destruction and killing.

The higher the level of monsters, the stronger their ability to erode practitioners, and some will give birth to treacherous wisdom, which specifically attacks the weak points of people's hearts, and even the Taoists are hard to guard against.Just like the overlord of the Abyss of Demons, he can even compete with the monks of the Ninth Layer Realm.

But it was low-level monsters attacking Jiang Lin right now.

The high-level monsters in the abyss instinctively sensed some kind of dangerous atmosphere, and they all hid in the darkness and watched from a distance, and none of them dared to approach here.

Jiang Lin chose a direction at random, with a look of indifference in his eyes, and walked like a leisurely stroll.

And those ferocious phantoms that rushed towards him one after another suddenly exploded when they approached the three-foot range around him, turning into disintegrating black smoke.

After some time passed, Jiang Lin stopped.

He looked down at the huge collapsed stone tablet and the empty depression under the rubble—the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that should have grown here had disappeared.

"..."

A strange color flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes, and he really knew it, and there was a little excitement that he didn't even realize was surging in the deepest part.

A hunting spirit butterfly appeared in his palm.

The little guy lightly landed on a few strands of broken hyphae, sensing the almost non-existent aura left in it, and after a while, he fluttered his wings and flew towards the sky.

*****

For Zhong Weiwan, it was like waking up from a big dream that was as thick as a thick fog, and when the layers of clouds and shadows were shrouded, a clear and clear world suddenly came into view.

Old Xu's formation made him think about many things.

Perhaps it was his instinct as a talisman master. This scene touched him deeply. Those memories that would take some time to recover have sprung up one after another like mushrooms after a spring rain. One ring after another quickly outlines and restores his entire past. Life.

Zhong Weiwan remembered how he struggled to survive when he was a child, and how he inherited the inheritance of the Six Daomen by chance, embarked on the road of cultivation, and gradually met all kinds of people.

Until the day of Thunder Tribulation in the Eighth Level Realm, his best friend Dongfang Haoyuan pierced his heart with a long sword, his eyes were strange and cold like never seen before.

"It seems that even the protagonist can be killed." He said, with a mocking sneer on his lips, "The child of luck is nothing more than that."

This sword contained extremely powerful power, and launched a surprise attack when Zhong Weiwan was at his weakest. The violent sword energy full of killing intent instantly destroyed his heart, cutting off all his vitality.

Ouyang Haoyuan didn't stop there, and planned to destroy his spirit completely.

Zhong Weiwan exhausted his last spiritual power to fight back, although he succeeded in injuring the opponent severely, his soul was cut by the sword intent and became torn apart.

Fortunately, one of the fragments fell into the abyss of all demons. Because of the weak breath, it did not attract the attention of any monsters, and finally found the attached object before it was about to dissipate.

Thinking of this, Zhong Weiwan looked down at his body.

He didn't know what kind of rare genius and earthly treasure this was, but what could be transformed into a human form must not be an ordinary thing.That is, the structure of the body is different from that of the human race after all. Although there are many spiritual veins, they are too transparent, which may affect the future practice...

"You wait here first, don't go anywhere!"

Old Xu's hoarse voice brought Zhong Weiwan's thoughts back to reality.

When he looked up, the third-level cultivator had already pasted the Dao God's Walking Talisman on his leg, and his whole body was full of aura, as if he was about to go to eliminate demons.

Zhong Weiwan opened his mouth: "Fellow Daoist wait a minute..."

Mr. Xu may not have heard it, or he did not intend to pay attention to it, but when he saw the light of the talisman light up, his figure turned into a wind and dust dragon, and disappeared from the end of everyone's vision in a blink of an eye.

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

Liu Fugui and Zhang Cuihua looked at each other, and they both saw obvious anxiety and anxiety on each other's faces.

On the contrary, the two children were a little excited and didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. They were still immersed in the shock brought about by the magic of the fairy family, chatting non-stop.

Zhang Cuihua drove them back to the room, turned to look at her husband, and said, "What should we do now?"

Liu Fugui: "...we can only wait."

Zhang Cuihua nervously said, "Mr. Xu should be fine, right?"

"Look at what you said... If even a god like him can't solve it, who else can?" Liu Fugui deliberately made his tone look relaxed, but in fact he had no idea.

Zhang Cuihua sighed, did not continue this topic, and apologized to Zhong Weiwan: "I'm sorry, I disturbed you."

Zhong Weiwan shook his head: "No noise."

Zhang Cuihua: "It may take some time for breakfast, do you want to go back to the room and sleep for a while?"

Speaking of breakfast, Zhong Weiwan thought of the Liu family's shelter and hospitality for the past few days, and he felt that he owed the other party's kindness.

He shook his head again and said, "I'll go out for a while."

Zhang Cuihua was taken aback for a moment, then realized something, and said pleasantly, "Could it be that your memory has come back?"

Zhong Weiwan smiled and did not explain, but before he left, he slightly changed the formation in the yard set up by Mr. Xu, using the remaining aura in it to form a simple protective barrier, and told them not to go around for the time being walk around.

After stepping out of the door, he hardly stopped and walked straight in a certain direction.

Unlike Mr. Xu, he doesn't need a beam of light to guide the direction, because the continuous black line from Liu Fugui's body is the most direct guidepost in his eyes.

Zhong Weiwan walked faster and faster.

Originally, it was just an ordinary person's pace, but it gradually became like riding the wind on the soles of the feet, and he could move forward a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Two quarters of an hour later, he found Xu Lao who was covered in bruises and the red figure confronting Xu Lao in the lonely mountain forest.

The moment he saw the other party's appearance, Zhong Weiwan was stunned.

Who would have thought that there would be such a coincidence in the world?

The scene of his death flashed in front of his eyes, and the man in red in front of him seemed to be one of the people who jointly besieged him back then.