The four men I've been slag have all come to the door

"Xiao Zi must always remember that I died because of you."

These words almost made Jiang Zinian's pupils shrink suddenly.

The moment he spoke, Bai Hongqing's formation had already sent him hundreds of miles away.

Jiang Zinian saw a huge black flame ignited on the person in the distance.

The flame quickly burned Bai Hongqing's whole body.

In the flames, he was dressed in white, but he looked like the most holy fairy.

Jiang Zinian never thought that Bai Hongqing would do this.

The coercion erupted by the high-level monks is devastating.

That coercion is enough to kill Gu Qingye, and even all living things with a radius of thousands of miles.

I saw a burst of dazzling white light not far away, and that white light almost swallowed everything in a radius of a hundred miles.

Even though Bai Hongqing protected Jiang Zinian with the magic circle and left first, Jiang Zinian was still affected by the terrifying aftermath through the magic circle.

He just felt a sudden rush towards him.

With Bai Hongqing at the center, all the places thousands of miles around him were annihilated into ashes.

At the moment when the black flames completely enveloped him, he made a final gorgeous curtain call at the cost of his life.

There has never been such an intoxicating dark white light, just like the ray of morning light in the evening mist, which is so beautiful and intoxicating.

But this beautiful white light has a terrifying power.

Even if Jiang Zinian had retreated hundreds of miles away at that time, the remaining prestige he could feel there would still make the vegetation and rocks around him evaporate into ashes in that instant.

Even though he was protected by the magic circle, he was still impacted by Yu Wei.

In a trance, he seemed to see Bai Hongqing looking at him from a very far away place.

His black hair flew up.

The little mole between his eyebrows is just like the most wonderful and vivid stroke of a fairy.

He was dressed in moon-white clothes just like the brightest moonlight in the sky.

Bai Hongqing smiled at him.

Many years ago, under the warm sun of countless afternoons, that young boy from the Bai family had slightly curved his lips towards him.

At that time, the warm sunshine was reflected in his eyes.

At this last moment, Jiang Zinian saw the extremely gentle gleam of light in Bai Hongqing's eyes.

Just like in the afternoon many years ago, the sunlight slanted on the two of them through the gaps in the trees.

At that time, both of them were lying on the lawn, and Bai Hongqing would nod his nose affectionately.

He asked Bai Zi: "Xiao Zi, do you like brother?"

Bai Zi would never respond to his words.

But it doesn't matter.

Whether Bai Zi should or should not, Bai Hongqing will always be by Bai Zi's side.

Bai Hongqing said: "The elder brother wants to protect the younger brother."

"I will stay with Xiaozi forever, until the day Xiaozi doesn't need me."

Bai Hongqing cared about Bai Zi all his life, but his little Zi never cared about him at all.

He desperately wanted to catch his little Zi, but in the end, he let him go due to too many reasons.

Maybe fate is too ridiculous for him.

All those memories of the past flooded into his mind, and at that moment, Jiang Zinian was so painful that he almost suffocated.

What is the pain of cutting out the heart.

Jiang Zinian didn't understand until today.

His chest, which should have been empty, felt an unbearable pain at this moment.

At this moment, his empty heart was repeatedly tormented by a little pain.

If Bai Hongqing wanted to leave an unforgettable mark on Jiang Zinian's heart, then he succeeded.

For the first time, he felt so uncomfortable because of other people.

That feeling was something Jiang Zinian had never experienced before.

He felt a little sour in his eyes.

He couldn't tell what it was like.

But not a single tear came from his eyes.

That dry feeling, as if many, many years ago, he already lacked something that could make him cry.

He may be uncomfortable, he may be deeply tormented by guilt, but he will never be sympathetic, and will never shed tears because of emotion.

He felt as if there was a hole in his heart, and the cold wind would blow in from time to time, making the emptiness in his heart even more painful.

The aftermath hit the magic circle fiercely.

The magic circle withstood several waves of impact, and Jiang Zinian could feel the faint residual heat radiating from the magic circle.

He saw a white light wrapping a very faint wisp of soot gradually dissipating.

Under the white light, the handful of ashes slowly rotated and danced slowly.

But gradually, gradually, it dissipated like that.

"Do not...."

When the huge wave hit, Jiang Zinian looked at the white light that was gradually dissipating in the distance, and a heart-piercing pain and reluctance suddenly emerged in his heart.

After that, the monks will be wiped out without leaving any traces.

The soul is scattered, and it is also eternal life that cannot be reborn.

Even if it is a system, if a person really dies, the system cannot recover.

Seeing that the white light not far away is getting weaker and weaker.

Another wave of aftermath struck, this time, he was plunged into darkness because of that ruthless blow.

It was also at that moment that Jiang Zinian made a decision immediately.

A voice in the darkness asked him, "Have you decided to use a second chance?"

...do you decide to use this second chance to rescue a former mission subject?

Jiang Zinian closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"Yes."

The system said: "The system reminds you that every time you use the opportunity to ask for help, you will weaken your soul."

"If you use this opportunity to ask for help, you will not be able to support your current body."

"The current body is condensed according to the state of the soul from the previous time. After using the second chance for help, your soul will be weakened, and this body will also dissipate."

Jiang Zinian was silent for a long time.

Then, he said: "Yes, I decided to use it."

The system "ding—" for a long time.

Finally, the system said: "Your request for help has been accepted."

"The subject, Bai Hongqing, was injured in a relatively large area and seriously...

"It is unknown when it needs to be repaired."

Even if the system wants to bring Bai Hongqing back to life, it is not so easy.

Jiang Zinian started the program relatively early, and the system still had time to collect the last bit of Bai Hongqing's scattered soul.

Jiang Zinian closed his eyes, he felt that the system was starting a program.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of the system starting up.

"turning on...."

"3, 2, 1...."

Maybe a few years, maybe ten years, maybe longer, but one day, Bai Hongqing will slowly wake up from the endless sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he hoped that the first ray of sunshine he saw would make him feel the long-lost warmth again.

He may suddenly realize that everything is not so bad.

When the light came into his eyes, Jiang Zinian woke up.

He found that he really had no entity.

Originally, the body of the tengu was seriously injured, and his soul was weakened. Although he didn't feel any pain, he felt a slight dizziness.

If the soul body also has complexion, then his complexion must be pale at the moment.

The magic circle couldn't wrap the soul form, but the magic circle on the side was still slightly hot until now, and the magic circle that Bai Hongqing gave him was dedicated to the last moment.

Jiang Zinian floated out from the circle.

His current body is almost transparent, but it seems to be somewhat different from the general state of the soul.

Before he met the system, he was actually a ghost.

The system said that he had wandered around the world for a long, long time.

It was the system that rescued him who was lost in the torrent of the world, let him start the task, and promised him that if he completed the task, he would have the chance to be "reborn".

Although that memory is too long for him, he can still remember some sporadic memories.

Ordinary ghosts can't touch things, let alone pick them up.

After death, the soul leaves the body.

But now, except that his body is a little more transparent, the rest seems to be no different from ordinary people.

Jiang Zinian bent down, but he actually touched a stone on the ground.

He clenched his hands tightly, and he actually picked up the stone.

In nearly a thousand years of experience, Jiang Zinian knew that there was a word called soul cultivation.

Soul cultivators are all idealists. For the sake of the absolute purity of body and mind, they decide to abandon the body so as to achieve the absolute purity of the soul.

These monks are not near-life, and the souls they cut out from their bodies are not ghosts, but human souls.

They didn't die, they just lived in another form.

Such a soul is called a human soul.

But there are very few people who actually implement this method of practice.

There are few people in the world who have the courage to abandon the body, abandon the mundane world, and only focus on practicing Taoism.

There may have been one soul cultivator who could truly attain the Tao thousands of years ago, but I have never heard of it since.

Jiang Zinian has now become such a human soul.

Ghosts cannot see the scorching sun, are afraid of yang energy, and may dissipate at any time, but human souls are different.

They are not much different from ordinary people.

They didn't die, they just didn't have a body and lived in a different form.

Jiang Zinian used his new body to drift around for a few days to get used to it.

Now he can jump tens of meters without excessive effort.

The body that is too light often gives him the illusion that it will dissipate when blown by the wind.

Jiang Zinian was looking for soul cultivation techniques.

Now that he has become a soul body, he can only practice such soul cultivation techniques.

Soul cultivation can condense one's own human body at a certain stage, but the condensed human body is naturally different from ordinary mortal wombs. If soul cultivation reaches a high level, it can condense a golden body of Tianluo, which is invulnerable to swords, guns, ice and fire.

In the nearly 50 years since the end of the mission, Jiang Zinian has been living an uneventful life.

He doesn't have any ambitions, he just thinks there's nothing wrong with daring to be mediocre.

But since the last year, the things he has encountered in the past few days have been enough for him to understand the importance of strength.

Jiang Zinian clenched his fist slightly.

He remembered too many things.

Unknowingly, in just one year, his mentality has changed too much since the end of the initial mission.

Jiang Zinian is still searching for a soul cultivation technique in heaven and earth.

At this moment, an unexpected person suddenly appeared in front of him.

Qiongtian tried his best to get back the mirror of reincarnation. He searched for the mirror of reincarnation for several days and nights, but he couldn't find Jiang Zinian.

Just when he was disheartened, the life and death deed imprinted on his soul was slightly warmed up.

He failed to catch the trace of that person keenly in the change of the life-and-death contract a few months ago.

But after that time, Qiongtian had already made too many preparations and arrangements.

At this moment, he sensed the slightest movement of the life and death deed.

From the most northwestern Demon Realm, he trekked nearly ten thousand miles, and he was looking for the slightest sense of intuition.

Finally, on the southern side of the continent, he found the man.