There was an uproar at the forgetfulness ferry.
"Why did he go up first?"
"Obviously he is in last place."
"Could it be that this is the secret method for boarding the raft in the air? But can you do this just by introducing these common sense?"
The ghosts and soul cultivators all shouted, feeling very puzzled.
The old man who guided Sun Lingtong was stunned for a moment, and then bowed to Yun Xiao's reflection: "Thank you for your great kindness and support to the younger generation. The younger generation will remember the five inner circles, and they will promote the kindness and justice of their seniors throughout their lives!"
Hearing him say this, Wangqingdu suddenly fell silent.
Even if they were angry or doubtful, they wisely closed their mouths. The reason is very simple, this is Yun Xiao's reflection promoting the old man. They questioned this, it was a choice against Yun Xiao's reflection!
Yun Xiao's reflection did not react, and he waved his long sleeves again.
The next moment, Sun Lingtong disappeared in place and appeared on the empty raft.
The forgetfulness ferry was in an uproar again.
"What's going on?!"
"How can this kid go up?"
"Why can he go up? He is only the one being helped.
If it weren't for the rules here, these soul cultivators and ghosts would probably have to fight against the old and the small on the empty raft.
This is too much!
Obviously, there were only ten places in the empty repetition, and two were gone all of a sudden.
You must know that the number of people queuing up at the forgetfulness ferry at the moment far exceeds thirty.
The number of places on the ferry was too limited, Sun Lingtong and the old man boarded the boat early, causing many ghosts and soul cultivators to almost curse and shout that there was an inside story!
Sun Lingtong, as the person involved, also felt very confused.
He walked to the old man's side, used his consciousness to recite, and asked: "Old man, what the hell is going on?"
The old man winked at Sun Lingtong: "It's actually thanks to you, kid. I owe you a favor."
"Huh?" Sun Lingtong was surprised.
Obviously, he is the one who is pointed out and helped.
The old man looked at Sun Lingtong deeply: "Little ghost, who were you when you were alive? What good deeds have been done, and there is such great merit and the light of innocence.'
"You are a great good person."
"So, if I help you a little, that's enough."
Sun Lingtong's pupils shrank slightly, his heart was shocked, and he quickly figured out the whole story: How could he be a good person, not empty-handed, and took pleasure in stealing on weekdays, how could he have the light of innocence?
"It's the breath that Xiao Ning's mother gave me."
"She said she could help me enter Wangchuan Immortal City."
"It turns out that this aura has such a great use!"
Although he figured it out, Sun Lingtong still pretended to be stupid and scratched his head: "I don't know."
The old man patted him on the shoulder: "It is normal to become a ghost and lose some memories. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I said I owe you a favor, and I will definitely make up for you."
When the two of them exchanged consciousness, Yun Xiao's reflection waved his sleeves again and again, and selected the other eight to return to the raft.
Yun Xiao's reflection gradually faded, and finally dissipated into the vast river mist.
Many soul cultivators and ghosts who were left in the forgetfulness ferry stared eagerly, or stared angrily, staring at the empty return raft and drifting away leisurely, many people stared at Sun Lingtong and the old man, their Adam's apple rolled, and they opened their mouths to speak, but in the end they were stunned and did not dare to scold a single swear word.
After all, they can continue to queue up here, waiting for the opportunity to take the ferry later.
If you really want to curse, annoy Yun Xiao's reflection, and be expelled, then you will really never have this opportunity for the rest of your life.
The empty raft slowly floated on the surface of the long river of Wangchuan.
It is not in the form of an ordinary boat, but more like a huge, slightly concave frost-white waning moon, and like a half-withered, veined huge lotus petal.
The curvature of the head and tail of the raft naturally converges, and the lines are smooth but have a withering beauty.
Its entire body emitted an extremely faint, almost nothing, moon-white soft light, forming a halo shield as thin as cicada wings but extremely tough.
Sun Lingtong was active, couldn't stand still, pacing on the empty raft.
Pinch here, touch there.
He found that the material of this empty raft was very peculiar, neither gold nor wood, neither stone nor jade.
The raft body seemed to be intertwined with countless translucent, hair-thin veins of glass, in which an extremely dim, stardust-like silver light flowed slowly, like frozen tear stains.
The material filled between the veins far exceeded Sun Lingtong's vision and made him unable to distinguish it at all. Its tentacles are cold, but the texture is unexpectedly tough and stable, and after the vicissitudes of life, it is both fragile and tenacious, reminiscent of moonlight. It's just solidified, cold moonlight.
The whole raft is exquisite, but there is a sense of loneliness and emptiness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Sun Lingtong thought of the stories of Yun Xiao and Yue Yi, and couldn't help but feel the endless loss in Yun Xiao's heart that would never be filled.
The river flows mightly.
There are countless ghosts floating and struggling here, making silent screams and wails. Seeing the people on the empty return raft, they all rushed over, showing despair and malice to pull people together.
The soul cultivators and ghosts on the empty raft all felt nervous. They are well aware of the serious consequences of being pulled into the water.
In addition, the raft body of the empty return raft does not feel real, and when people step on it, there is a strange sense of levitation, as if they are stepping on it in a thick cold mist, which makes people very uneasy.
The long river was surging, and waves slapped on the light shield of the empty raft, causing splashes in the sky and causing the vibration of the raft.
Every vibration will trigger the starlight and moonlight between the veins of the glass in the raft's body.
The silvery-white stardust light and the soft moonlit light intertwined with each other, steadily protecting everyone on the raft.
An undercurrent intertwined, forming a vortex, trapped the empty raft.
For a while, the empty raft could only spin in place, causing everyone on the raft to change color and become even more nervous.
Fortunately, soon after, the whirlpool disappeared, and the empty return raft set off again.
The wind blew drums on the surface of the Wangchuan River, the water waves roared, and the wailing of ghosts as they sank. But inside the raft, it is quiet, in stark contrast to the outside of the raft.
However, this tranquility, almost dead silence, was not comfortable at all.
The longer everyone stayed, the more they felt a wave of sadness spreading in their hearts, and the heavier it became. At the same time, I also felt empty in my heart, as if there was a hollow, there was no meaning of living, and everything felt lifeless.
The regrets and pain of loss in the past are invisibly magnified but have nowhere to tell, and the torture makes everyone on the raft miserable.
The Wangchuan River seemed to have no end, and everyone's sense of time became extremely blurred. It may have only passed a stick of incense, and it seems to have drifted for thousands of years. Surrounded by endless winds, turbid waves, and resentful souls, only the empty raft beneath his feet emitted a small faint but firm field of light, like the only floating ark in the abyss of despair.
In the oppressive atmosphere, the raft's body shook slightly, and then the moon-white light cover that wrapped the empty raft quickly faded and disappeared.
Everyone on the raft was extremely surprised, because they found that they had arrived at Wangchuan Immortal City.
To be precise, it was the foundation of the Immortal City.
Countless unimaginably huge black pillars, like the fangs of a desolate beast, pierced through the murky Wangchuan River, or stabbed into the sky in a winding or straight manner.
The place where the empty return raft docks can barely be regarded as a "pier" - several uneven, slippery stone steps extend from under the dark waterline, submerged in the shadow of the stone pillars.
The turbid waves surged and slapped just a short distance below their feet, and the filthy waves could almost splash on the top of their feet, and the sorrowful wails of resentful souls echoed between the stone pillars mixed with the cold wind.
As soon as Sun Lingtong walked out of the empty rear, he was wrapped in a biting cold wind.
He carefully climbed the stone steps and climbed all the way.
There are no railings on the stone steps, the feet are narrow and slippery, and beside you is the long river of Wangchuan with turbid waves. The more they climbed up, the more nervous everyone became, and if they were not careful, they would stumble and fall into the depths of the river that would never be recovered.
After the height was more than halfway, the cold wind became more and more fierce, whistling past, cold as a knife.
The eerie gray and white mist fluttered everywhere, which could absorb people's spirit and physical energy.
The closer the immortal city is, the more vitality there is - there are more and more vines, which can entangle people's ankles, and even ghosts and soul bodies cannot be lucky.
The weathered bones between the stone crevices silently tell the fate of the losers who climbed.
When Sun Lingtong and his party first set off, there were a total of ten people.
By the time they reached the finish line, there were only four left.
Sun Lingtong's limbs and bones were as heavy as lead, and his heart was filled with negative emotions such as fear and despair, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
The old man fulfilled his promise and made many moves on the way to help Sun Lingtong climb.
When he arrived at the huge city gate, Sun Lingtong lay directly on the ground, so tired that he didn't want to move, panting.
The other three were not much better.
The stone platform is wide and cold. The walls of Wangchuan Immortal City are towering, like an iron curtain hanging from the sky.
Rumble ......
Sensing Sun Lingtong and the other four newcomers, the heavy city gate slowly opened.
At the top of the city gate, a treasure mirror was hanging.
The bronze ancient mirror, covered with iron and gray, has a blue-red color. The mirror surface is like dirty mercury, and the gray-black quicksand is slowly swirling, producing a miserable phosphorescent light.
It was a wicked mirror.
Either lying on the ground, or sitting on the ground, the four cultivators gasped and stared at the evil mirror to observe.
After a long time.
The first to recover stood up, took a formal step, and slowly walked towards the open door.
Buzz——!
The bronze ancient mirror vibrated suddenly, and the hum was almost mournful, directly tearing apart the silence.
A blue light suddenly erupted from the mirror surface, causing swelling and pain in people's eyeballs.
"Uh······
The ghost cultivator who was shot let out a scream, black and red light erupted all over his body, and then the fire was like snow under the blue mirror light and met the scorching sun, quickly dissipating.
Sun Lingtong and the others shrank their pupils and were surprised.
The dying ghost cultivators had the golden elixir cultivation and were unable to resist at all, and were more fragile than babies under the blue light.
And as soon as the evil mirror is stimulated, it will not stop.
After the miserable blue light pillar eliminated the first ghost cultivator, it swept all the way and swept towards the old man who helped Sun Ling Tong.
The old man was originally sitting, and immediately lowered his head, like an invisible mountain pressing down on his neck.
He insisted with all his might, his whole body emitting white smoke in the mirror light, trembling violently.
Sun Lingtong and the fourth ghost correction were observing, and they were caught off guard, and the cyan pillar of light suddenly expanded, illuminating both of them as well.
Sun Lingtong's heart suddenly raised his throat.
At this moment, he felt as if he had been stripped naked, and then put into the ice and snow, and all the sins of the past were uneven!
Just when he was about to feel finished, the breath in his arms suddenly emanated, enveloping his whole body.
This aura came from the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin!
Under the light of the blue light, the aura showed a majestic golden glow, and at the same time, there was also a blue and white light, like auspicious clouds rising.
The blue light, which was originally cold and harsh, with an aura of judgment and destruction, suddenly became soft and warm above the golden clouds and auspicious clouds.
The evil mirror felt the merit and innocence, and the buzzing softened, as if approving.
The old man's consciousness transmitted: "My God, little ghost, how many good things did you do during your lifetime?"
He was about to be unable to hold on, so he quietly took action, stole a few strands of breath, and added them to himself.
The blue light shining on the two of them quickly dissipated. The remaining blue light still covered the fourth person, lasting for a moment, shining on the fourth person who was seriously injured and unconscious, and then slowly dissipated.
The old man looked at the fourth person with lingering fears and explained to Sun Lingtong: "Although he didn't pass, his sins were not deep, and he still survived. When he recovers, he can return the same way, take the empty raft back to the other side of the river."
Sun Lingtong squinted his eyes and stared at the old man.
The old man waved his hand at him: "Shame, shame, little friend, I am stained with your light again. After entering the city, it will definitely reward you greatly."
Sun Lingtong hummed, and then turned his head.
He walked in front, the old man walked behind, and the old and the young walked into the city gate like this, officially entering the Wangchuan Immortal City!
Meanwhile, the other way.
The sound of horses' hooves roared like thunder, and a cavalry from the underworld marched all the way.
The cavalrymen were all ghosts, either blue-faced fangs or red-haired ghost-eyed. But the bone blade battle flag waving in the wind, the cold and cold waning moon sword, the compressed hollow spear of talisman paper, and the black blood paper horse all revealed their true identity - Qing Jiao Jun!
Since the soldiers split into two routes with Sun Lingtong and Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin, Ning Zhuo, Qingchi and others also set off for the battlefield.
The reason why they can turn into all kinds of ghosts is because of a spell that comes with the Qingjiao Soldiers, called [Human Ghost Face].
As a result, soldiers can become completely human races, or complete ghosts.
But battle flags, weapons, etc. cannot be covered, so they are all flaws.
Fortunately, their marching route was quite remote, and even if they encountered scattered ghosts and soul cultivators along the way, it would not be harmful.
"On our heads, it should be the altar for the heavenly ghost reincarnation to worship the calamity ceremony!" Ning Zhuo followed the instructions of the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin and came to the right place.
He, Qing Chi and the others looked up at the sky, and saw dark clouds densely packed, and occasionally they could see a flash of scarlet color, like a lightning bolt in a thundercloud.
Qing Chi felt embarrassed: "The altar is high in the sky, how should we go up?"
Few people in the Qingjiao Army have the ability to fly.
Ning Zhuo was in his chest, and he had already thought of a solution on the march. Immediately, he said: "This is very easy to do, just use the festival barracks."