novelapdf Chapter 472
Chapter 472
"...Yuqing descends the talisman, grants the Nine Nether Actions, pulls out the stagnant souls, saves the cursed souls, eliminates negative titles, ascends to the gate of heaven, and is as urgent as a law!"
"Lingbao is merciful, chasing ghosts, descending to Youhu, ascending to Yishen..."
As he used soul-searching spells one after another, Mo Chuan used all his magical powers to search for the remaining souls in the void.
I don't know how long it has passed before I managed to find a faint remnant of soul.
"Too little."
Looking at the shapeless remnant soul floating in his palm, Mo Chuan looked disappointed!
I'm afraid there's no secret that can be unearthed from this little bit of remnant soul.
Still, something is better than nothing.
He looked at the remaining soul in his hand, and his spiritual thoughts suddenly penetrated into it, searching for the secret of becoming a god in the most violent way.
……
"This is... Huashen?"
The indescribable joy and ecstasy overwhelmed Mo Chuan's thoughts, and various complex emotions emerged with it.
It is the fear and excitement of embarking on the road;
It is also the joy of starting a family and becoming an ancestor;
It is also the confusion and timidity that cannot be broken through in the face of natural barriers.
At this moment, all the troughs and highlights of life have become embellishments when transforming into gods, making people so excited that they want to shout to the sky!
However, at this moment, boundless anger suddenly emerged from the depths of the soul, and in the surging force like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, all emotions were dyed into monstrous hatred!
Empty flowers and sun flames, dreamy floating retting.
Everything in the past has come to nothing at this moment.
The anger that ignited the soul was clearly above the nine heavens, so his heart moved, and the heaven and the earth responded instantly, with rays of light guiding him and purple smoke lingering.
He soared into the sky and searched away.
On the way, he found "Mo Chuan" behind him, glanced at it, and ignored it.
After breaking out of the Gangfeng layer, Mo Chuan subconsciously glanced at the source of hatred. The star ring surrounding space was disgusting to see;
He subconsciously looked back at the body again... His head was as barren, dead, and withered as ever.
There is only a tiny bit of life left, lingering in unwillingness and anger!
He suddenly looked at the dark starry sky, and the little stars were as faint as the fire of hope, which made people yearn for it, it was the light of freedom.
He no longer hesitated, taking advantage of the moment when he regained his true self, he resolutely rushed towards the starry sky, using all his strength, like a moth to a flame!
'boom! '
Sure enough, like a moth, he bumped into the glazed lamp.
The light is right in front of him, but he is unable to move an inch, desperate, heartless, empty——
……
……
Wash away the mundane world and lead a beautiful dream, and everything in the world is empty!
The remaining soul dispersed like smoke and mist.
Mo Chuan, who was holding the remnant soul in his hands, had empty eyes, but hatred remained on his face, as if he had had a nightmare.
A long and unwilling to wake up nightmare.
The remaining hatred and emptiness seemed to have swallowed his soul, and he seemed to be dead, dying with Daoist Yuanshi.
The body that lost the support of mana was floating in nothingness, leaving only the instinct to survive.
The solar wind from the starry sky passes through the blockade of the star ring and sprinkles on the body, bringing a trace of negligible warmth. It is a trace of warmth that gradually awakens the parts of the body that do not belong to the skull.
"Wow—"
The colorful bird seemed to sense something was wrong with the host, and was about to struggle out subconsciously.
However, as it struggled, countless magic spirit talismans trembled.
'Why bother? '
'Fellow Daoist, be safe! '
A little bit of helplessness or anger is transmitted in the talisman network, and then returns to calm.
"pat"
Mo Chuan blinked, and his empty eyes were gradually covered with a layer of color. After a while, the color became brighter and brighter.
"Whoo-"
The next moment, a sound like the breathing of a drowning person sounded in the void, but what was breathed into the lungs was only the blazing solar wind.
——Warm, manic, full of power, sweeping away nothingness!
"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."
Mo Chuan breathed heavily, and it took him a long time to gradually regain his senses.
He glanced down at the skull, and an uncontrollable fear flashed deep in his eyes.
Under the influence of Daoist Yuanshi's remaining emotions, he even developed a world-weary mood, wishing to disperse himself and indulge in nothingness, or to be united in the Dao forever.
This made him dare not recall the memory of Yuan Shi Daojun.
I am afraid that if I recall it briefly, I will fall into that extreme emotion and fall into madness!
"The ice has been cold for eternity, everything is still, the heart should be calm, look at me alone, the mind and spirit should be united, the energy should follow each other, one after another, no surprise, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no need, no abandonment Give up, do nothing and have no self!”
Mo Chuan subconsciously recited the meditation mantra of Taoism, but after finishing the last sentence, he immediately uttered a foul language.
"Fuck you uncle!"
He didn't want this curse word to come out, but he felt much better.
Taking advantage of this weird mood swing, his figure suddenly fell towards Kyushu.
As the mountains and rivers continued to enlarge, he instinctively fell towards a city. Because of his unstable mood, he didn't even bother to cover up his whereabouts.
At that moment, someone in the city saw a fiery meteor flying across the sky and falling to the south of the city.
Countless people swarmed in and dug three feet into the ground, hoping to find the treasure dropped from the sky.Unexpectedly, after working for a long time, I couldn't find any meteorites. I wonder if the landing position is too tricky, or someone has already caught them first?
On the same day, some officials posted an official list, looking for meteorites, thinking that it was auspicious, and wanted to present it to His Majesty!
At this time, this Xiangrui was walking on the street, looking left and right.
The city is bustling, with people coming and going on the streets.
Mo Chuan picked out people and left, but he came to the Western Market. The Western Market had a small gate for dung trucks and livestock, so that the streets were covered with livestock excrement.
However, although there was a lot of excrement, there was no need to worry about where to stop, because the mule had just dropped a pile of hot excrement with a flick of its tail.
Immediately there was a dung bully rushing up there, leaning on the dustpan and picking up the hoe, the dung was picked up, and when it was piled up, it was sent to the dung yard outside the city, mixed with furnace ash, spread out to dry, and sold in surrounding farmers.
No matter how much you scrape it with a hoe, the adhesion is hard to get rid of. After a long period of time, an unspeakable stench still permeates the streets.
Mo Chuan, who came here for the popularity, smelled the disgusting stench, and felt a faint wave of nothingness in his mind.
He doesn't dislike it, or he is eager to walk in it with a "heart of dislike".
The robe that looks ordinary, but is actually mysterious and hidden, looks so out of place in the crowd.
As a result, the poor people who come and go, when they see this Taoist master, they all instinctively avoid it, for fear that they will offend the nobleman and innocent people will suffer disaster.
Mo Chuan walked from the end of the street to the street with no worries. Following the flow of people, he rushed into the next street and alley. Aiming aimlessly, he was attracted by a familiar fragrance.
He went looking for the fragrance and found a wonton stall.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man, probably because of traveling all the year round, he was born with a strong back and a strong waist.
It's just that his rickety figure ruined his look a bit.
"Householder, please have a bowl of wontons."
"Okay! Guest officer, big bowl and small bowl?"
"How do you sell the big bowl, and what about the small bowl?" Mo Chuan asked subconsciously in a trance.
"Ten cents for a big bowl, six cents for a small bowl."
"Then...a big bowl!"
"okay!"
Not long after, Huan Chaos was served. Mo Chuan picked up his chopsticks and swallowed one while it was hot. The filling was small and the skin was thin, but it was full of flavor, but it was hard to fill his belly.
The taste is also far different from the bowl of wontons in my memory.
However, he still ate with gusto.
While he was devouring his food, a middle-aged man in brocade suit sat down in front of Mo Chuan.
"Sir, you look unfamiliar, you are not a local, are you?"
The middle-aged man opened the folding fan with a snap, looked at Mo Chuan, and spoke.