This section of the Santu River is very wide, the water flow is gentle, the water surface is cloudy and foggy, and the other side cannot be seen.

The riverside is covered with foot-high dark purple ghost grass and ghost flowers. From time to time, fist-sized blue ghost fires can be seen flying among the flowers.

In the blue ghost fire, there are fierce ghosts that were just born from the Santu River. Some are like humans, some are like dogs, and some are like birds...

These fierce ghosts bared their teeth and claws in the will-o'-the-wisps, devouring each other, and they were all very ferocious.

Flying over the ghost grass and dark flowers, there is a bluestone tombstone standing on the river bank in front. Under the tombstone, you can faintly see the flickering fire and the burning incense candles.

A plain white figure stood in front of the monument, pouring a bowl of wine into the soil from left to right.

Seeing this figure and feeling the terrifying aura on her body, all the evil ghosts trembled, fled into the ghost grass and dark flowers, and quickly disappeared.

"It's another death anniversary, Brother Chen, you said you would come to see me, why didn't you come this year?"

Prajna looked at the reflection in the water, his face showed no expression, but his eyes gradually became sad, his eyes were moist, and he didn't know what he was remembering.

She knew very well that she would never see Zhang Ruochen again!

The road of walking together has an end after all.

The letter Zhang Ruochen gave her just left her with an idea to live. With her character, of course she wouldn't seek death, but her temperament would definitely change, and she might go to a certain extreme, eventually ruining herself.

Behind him, light footsteps sounded.

Candlelight flickers.

Prajna's heart trembled and he immediately turned around.

I saw a figure shrouded in black robes, slowly walking out of the ghost grass and flowers. Wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a layer of purple gauze hung down from the edge of the bamboo hat to cover his face.

Tall and slender, she is obviously a woman.

The disappointment in Prajna's eyes flashed away, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart. The opponent's cultivation level was unfathomable, and he could not feel the breath or the fluctuation of power.

This can only show that the other party's cultivation level far exceeds hers.

Prajna's cultivation level is not low, he has reached the level of great freedom and immeasurable. Even if he is facing the early and middle stages of immortality, he can still see some clues, so that he will not be like a mortal like now.

In today's universe, how many women are there who have reached such a high level of cultivation?

"Wow!"

Prajna summoned the time artifact "Gui Chi" and held it in his hand like a sword. Suddenly, circles of time-marked light spots appeared like fireflies all over the sky, causing ghost flowers to fly in the grass.

The woman wearing a bamboo hat, ignoring the power of time, walked step by step in front of Prajna, lifted up the purple gauze with both hands, revealing a cold and charming face.

She has a very strange temperament. She is obviously supposed to be an iceberg beauty, with an unworldly holiness, but her eyes are unpredictable, sometimes coquettish, sometimes gloomy, and sometimes pitiful.

It seems that as long as she wants, she can disguise herself as a woman of any appearance, and there will be no flaws.

"Liao Xi!"

Prajna put away the ruler and said, "How do you know I'm here?"

The purple gauze was closed, covering her face.

Ling Xi walked step by step to the tombstone and said: "The bones of Emperor Chen have returned to heaven and earth, and have long since turned into dust. Leaving a tomb of clothes only adds to the sorrow. If you do this, you will forever trap yourself in a cocoon. On the road of cultivation,

How else do you get to the next level?”

Prajna said: "People have to have some thoughts, right? I thought you would offer him a stick of incense."

"I will not torture myself because of people who have died."

Lian Xi added: "During his lifetime, Emperor Chen not only gave you the ruler, but he also gave you the Paradise of Elysium for safekeeping, right?"

got windy!

The wind blew the paper candles and the flames danced.

Prajna narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Lian Xi's vast smoke-like back in the firelight, and said, "Are you here for the Paradise?"

"The Land of Ultimate Bliss is the Pure Land of Kasyapa, the supreme treasure. With it, your spiritual power and soul have grown at a rate that few others can match over the years. Now, it's time for someone else to take charge!"

Ling Xi turned around and said: "The Paradise of Elysium does not belong to you, it is a relic of Di Chen. I am qualified to get a share of it!"

Prajna smiled bitterly, with thousands of thoughts in his heart, and said: "I have guessed that this day will come sooner or later for the sake of profit. I thought it would be those few with strong personalities who would attack first, but I didn't expect that the first one would be you. You all

Not counting Di Chen’s wife, how do you get the qualifications?”

Ling Xi showed no emotion and said: "With your talent and qualifications, it is extremely difficult to cultivate to the point of immortality. Sooner or later, the Paradise of Paradise will change its owner."

Prajna said: "I have decided to send the Land of Ultimate Bliss to the Buddha Realm in the West, hand it over to Venerable Cihang, and return it to Buddhism to help him achieve enlightenment."

"The paradise of paradise is with you?" Lian Xi asked.

Prajna felt an unusual chill and said: "You want to rob it by force?"

"Wow!"

The cold soul mist, like a cloud, swallowed Prajna inside.

A hurricane blew past, and everything except the solitary stone tablet disappeared.

All the paper candles were extinguished, leaving only wisps of green smoke.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Two figures, one behind the other, appeared on the river bank.

The Divine Martial Envoy "ignores" the divine light between his brows, and traces of traces escape, to reconstruct the image of what just happened here.

Prajna and the slender figure in black robe appeared.

However, all the lines that approached the black-robed figure melted away, making it impossible to get a glimpse of its appearance and secrets.

"What a terrifying cultivation level. There are only about five such women in the current universe. Did Confucian Ancestor figure out the secret of heaven and who is it?" asked Wuli.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch shook his head and said: "The other party's soul or mental power is extremely powerful. Previously, even I did not dare to use my mental power to explore, and it would be easy for the other party to detect it."

Ignoring the shock in his heart, he said: "Half Ancestor?"

"Even if you are not a half-ancestor, you are still standing at the top of the Tianzun level." The Fourth Confucian Patriarch said: "Are you really sure that that is a woman?"

Ignorance said: "Not necessarily! It's possible that someone with such a high level of cultivation dares not show his true face to others. He could change his figure and mislead us with his gender. Confucian Ancestor thinks it's possible that it's Zhang Ruochen?"

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch left the Eternal Heaven this time in order to find out whether Zhang Ruochen had really fallen.

He learned that before Zhang Ruochen died, he sent Wuwo Leng to Baiyi Valley and sent a letter to Prajna.

Zhang Ruochen's first wives did not receive this kind of treatment, which was very suspicious.

Therefore, he has been hiding in the dark these years, hoping to see if Zhang Ruochen would show up one day and have a secret meeting with Prajna.

Today's situation is naturally suspicious.

Ignorance asked: "What should we do now? There is no way to confirm whether it is Zhang Ruochen who took Prajna away. I'm afraid Zhen Zai won't be satisfied if we go back and recover like this."

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch smiled calmly: "Don't worry! Although that person has strong cultivation and keen perception, my mental power is still far superior to him. He (she) can't run away. Just follow him slowly, there will definitely be someone.

A result."

Regardless of whether the black-robed monk is a man or a woman, Zhang Ruochen or not, such strange behavior is definitely not normal, and there must be some secret hidden behind it.

…

The Planet of Life and Death, a ninth-level life planet, is larger than the ten big worlds, rich in resources, and has many forces. Not to mention the monks in the holy realm, there are also many gods.

It is located on the bank of the Santu River. In the front is the Santu River Basin occupied by the middle three tribes, and behind it is the star field occupied by the creatures of the lower three tribes.

It can be said that the Star of Life and Death is the dividing point between the realm of living beings and the realm of undead in hell.

It is such a main star with an excellent geographical location and rich resources, but it does not belong to any clan in the hell world. The living and the dead gather here, and big and small clans coexist. Walking on the streets of the ancient city, you can even see humans.

Demons, angels.

Especially after the top monks of the lower and middle tribes were separated from the surrounding star fields, the world of life and death became the only main star within thousands of light years and became more prosperous.

Dahuangji is located between Tianhuang Holy City and Dihuang Holy City. It is thousands of miles away from the two holy cities, so it can be regarded as a transit station.

There is only one stone main street in the market, which is about seven or eight miles long. There are many monks coming and going, but their realms are not high. Half of them are monks from the hell realm.

There are less than one tenth of the monks from all major races in the heavenly universe.

The remaining monks are all kinds of strange, and most of them are not in human form. Even if there are monks with human appearance, their clothing, accessories, and language are all extremely niche and do not belong to any major clan in the universe.

Obviously, it comes from the wilderness of heaven or earth.

Zhang Ruochen wore a gray and white Taoist robe, sat outside a small shop called "Tianhuang Diners", and ordered two or three Tianhuang specialty foods.

Finally condensed into a physical body.

I haven't eaten or eaten for many years, and I miss the fireworks of the world very much.

"Why is it raw food?"

Fanchen, who was sitting opposite Zhang Ruochen, frowned. He opened his wine bag and took a sip, losing his appetite.

There are no waiters in the shop, only the owner. He looks to be in his sixties or seventies, and his cultivation level is at the fish-dragon level.

The owner of the shop said with a smile: "Over there in Tianhuang, almost all food is raw. If you dip it in a little special sauce, it will be very delicious."

"Has the store owner been to Tianhuang?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
To be continued...