Qingtian Peak, after Wang Lin left, Qingniu Zhenren was still sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looking at the world in the distance, and after a long time, he murmured and said something he could only hear.

"The Immortal Emperor has not been out of seclusion for many years, and the Green Demon Realm can't hold back... The deduction of a generation of ancestors is very correct... It's just that there are some subtle places, and in the way of the ancestors, it's too gentle and not suitable for the current situation...

The purpose of the Green Demon Island is also the purpose of my Great Soul Sect... It is also the purpose of the Return to One Sect..." The Qingniu Zhenren smiled and suddenly spoke.

"Lu Wenran!"

As soon as his words came out, a ripples of water appeared in the nothingness behind him. From it, a middle-aged man transformed into a green Taoist robe. He looked ordinary, but there was a wave of cultivation in the middle stage of the empty catastrophe that spread out from his body. He walked out in one step, stood behind Qingniu Zhenren, clasped his fists with his hands, and looked quite respectful.

"Disciple Lu Wenran, I have met Master!"

"Have you ever seen him in Danhai?" Qingniu didn't look back, but still looked at the distant sky and said leisurely.

"I was a disciple who fought with Ouyang Hui of Guiyi Sect and Master Meng Zihai in the Danhai, and the Green Demon Envoy of the Green Demon Continent in the Danhai. According to the instructions left by Master, Master Meng took me and pretended to be defeated, and fled with the Yunzhou left by a generation of ancestors. Therefore, I have never seen this person."

"In seven days, go to Tianniu's third hole with him!" Qingniu Zhenren closed his eyes.

"Disciple obeys the order." The middle-aged man looked as usual, but his eyes flashed slightly. He nodded and retreated, turning into a ripple, disappearing into nothingness.

In seven days, five days passed in a blink of an eye. During these five days, Wang Lin did not go out inside the mountain, immersed in the multiple illusions and refined all the refining materials. At this moment, in front of him, according to the refining techniques in the jade slips of multiple illusions, Wang Lin refined a black canvas banner.

This canvas is woven inch by weaving countless materials after melting and weaving them. It seems to be a cloth, but in fact it is just a similar shape.

However, this thing has not been completely successful yet. It has a torso and has not yet integrated into the dead soul. Only after adding the dead soul can one use multiple illusions to perform.

Wang Lin was in the cave, his eyes flashed, his right hand raised and grabbed the canvas, and grabbed the object directly in his hand. His body shook, leaving the cave for the first time in these five days.

He remembered that the ancestor Qingniu once said that he had only seven days, and now there are two days left. He was going to the Ghost Peak of the Great Soul Sect to find a ghost and integrate it into the canvas.

The figure disappeared, and when Wang Lin appeared, he was already outside the burning mountain peak. He glanced at the north of the Great Soul Sect. According to the map of the Great Soul Sect that he owned, Ghost Peak, there!

Without thinking, Wang Lin galloped and turned into a phantom and headed straight for the Ghost Peak.

To the north of the Great Soul Sect, there is a forbidden area near the edge, surrounded by endless mist. On weekdays, few disciples come here. Only when a dead soul is needed will they come here under the guidance of their respective masters.

Or those core disciples with high cultivation may come alone.

In the Ghost Peak, there are a large number of dead souls collected by the Great Soul Sect in the past dynasties. These dead souls are not of high quality, but they are easy to obtain. After all, the Great Soul Sect is known for its illusion. Without this Ghost Peak, many disciples' ghost sails would not be able to complete.

For countless years, despite the constant replenishment, the number of dead souls on the Ghost Peak has not been too large. After all, sects like the Great Soul Sect have a great demand for dead souls.

Many of these dead souls were collected by the people of the Great Soul Sect a long time ago and sent here as a sect task. However, although the years have been long, there are too few who can practice on their own and get the hardships of the years.

Most of them were sent and sealed directly, leaving them for disciples to come and take them away in the future.

At the dusk of the fifth day, the sky was gray and looked quite depressing, Wang Lin appeared outside the Ghost Peak, looking at the foggy peak. It was gloomy inside, and there were even more cold air, as if it was in a fog.

But Wang Lin was not at all uncomfortable. Whether it was his cultivation or his early years, he had transformed his artistic conception into a sacred spring, everything made him here, like walking on a flat ground.

Wang Lin is familiar with the cycle of life and death, and the transformation of the yellow spring. He walked towards the Ghost Peak without any pause, and slowly entered the Ghost Peak.

As the moment approached, a wave of bans appeared and scattered from the ghost peak, spreading around Wang Lin, as if confirming whether Wang Lin was qualified to enter here.

Soon, the ban disappeared, and Wang Lin calmly stepped into the ghost peak!

Guifeng is a bare mountain. This mountain is very high, as if it wants to penetrate the sky. There are no plants and trees on it, but only graves!

These tombs are densely packed, and they look like thousands, filling the mountain.

A gloomy breath was shrouded in. Standing here, if you close your eyes, you can feel endless roars and whirlwinds. Although there is silence here, this feeling is extremely strong.

Wang Lin walked through the graves everywhere, and he could feel that there were more or less dead souls in each grave. Most of these dead souls were sealed, and sometimes some seemed to be loose and drifting out.

After being silent all the way, Wang Lin swept away his spiritual sense and walked towards the top of the mountain. The higher he went, the fewer the number of dead souls there existed in the tomb. Until Wang Lin was about to step onto the top of the mountain, he saw a unique tomb!

On this tomb is the only one with a tombstone. The handwriting on the tombstone is blurred and reveals a sense of vicissitudes and decay, as if it has existed for many years.

Under the tombstone, there was a woman with long hair in white clothes. The woman was kneeling there and crying.

The crying sound came into Wang Lin's mind, very clear and slightly heart-wrenching. Apart from the crying sound, it was very quiet. It seemed that the cold wind was blowing, blowing up the black hair of the woman in white with her back to Wang Lin.

Looking at the woman in white, Wang Lin paused and did not continue to climb the mountain, but looked at her with a calm expression.

The crying sound slowly stopped, and the woman seemed to have noticed someone behind her, but she did not look back.

"This is my tombstone..." After a long time, a faint voice came from the woman in white. The sound was very ethereal, as if it was floating from a distant place. If you don't listen carefully, it would be very ugly and clear.

"I can see it." Wang Lin was silent for a moment and spoke slowly.

The moment Wang Lin said, the woman in white suddenly trembled, as if she was about to turn around, but after pausing for a moment, she did not look back.

"Can you see me? Can you hear my cry?" the woman said quietly after a long time.

"Yes." Wang Lin spoke calmly. In fact, if he wanted, he could see all the dead souls here, which was closely related to his origin of life and death.

Life and death, the difference between the left hand and the right hand is the same, but also different.

"You are not the one I want to wait for... I am not your soul either..." The woman touched the handwriting on the tombstone and spoke softly.

Wang Lin looked up and looked over here, looking at the top of the mountain. There were seven or eight graves there, emitting bursts of black air, and several dead souls were filled with them. Two or three of them were very thick and could be refined into medium-grade ghost sails.

This is the best-quality dead soul in the Ghost Peak.

"I can't find my body, I can only find this tombstone..." the woman in white said, slowly crying again.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, raised his footsteps, crossed here, and walked towards the graves where the higher quality dead souls were located at the top of the mountain, but just after he took a few steps, the woman in white cried and felt a little sad.

"Where is my body, where is my home... where is my relatives..." The woman's voice came into Wang Lin's mind, and Wang Lin's footsteps paused.

"May I have your name."

"Forgot..." The woman was crying and shook her head.

"From now, it's called Kunxu." Wang Lin suddenly turned around, raised his right hand and waved it forward. In this wave, the woman's figure suddenly disappeared, and the only thing left was the grave with a tombstone.

Soon after, Wang Lin left. He did not choose those high-quality souls, but chose this woman in white. Although this woman's soul could only refine a first-grade ghost sail.

But the woman's words about where her home is and where her relatives are made Wang Lin's heart tremble.

The process of the dead soul blending into the canvas does not take too long, and a whole day is enough. After integrating into the ghost of the woman in white, Wang Lin's ghost sail changed drastically and turned white.

In the white canvas, there were sometimes sounds of crying and crying, which would make a white-haired woman crying back appear in her heart.

At dusk on the seventh day, a jade slip came like a rainbow, penetrated the layers of restrictions, and finally floated in front of Wang Lin, who was cross-legged in the cave.

"Wang Lin obeyed the order and went to the third cave of Tianniu to guard!" The voice of the Qingniu Ancestor was heard from the jade slip. While echoing the cave, the jade slip fell in front of Wang Lin, motionless.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, calmed down in his eyes, picked up the jade slip, swept his spiritual sense, and sent messages into his mind.

The ancestors of the Great Soul Sect spent endless years to open up seven locations on this Tianniuzhou. These seven locations evolved from the seven essence holes on the body of the outer cattle that turned into Tianniuzhou.

In these seven Tianniu holes, the power of Tianniu can be used to form extremely powerful formation restrictions, and it can also bring many mysterious aspects to the monks in Tianniuzhou.
Chapter completed!