Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

Taoist Ran Deng was both angry and terrified.

Facing Zishou, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. In front of Zishou, no matter how advanced his cultivation, no matter how powerful Lingbao was, he would be defeated in the end.

After entering the Kunlun Mountains, Taoist Ran Deng walked into Yuxu Palace, closed the palace gate, opened the Yuxu Great Formation, and hid Yuxu Palace in a small world.

A boy greeted him: "Master, what happened?"

"Don't worry about it!" Daoist Ran Deng shook his head, went straight to the refining room, took out one hundred and eight rosary beads from the shelf, and held them in the palm of his hand, feeling that the uneasiness in his heart was still so strong.

He went to the alchemy room again, took out a gourd pill, put it in his arms, returned to the side hall, sat on the lotus seat, looked at the narrow room, and finally felt a little bit safe.

He took a deep breath, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes: "Why did Di Xin appear here? The strength of that evil star cannot be guessed by common sense. It's really unlucky. I hope he leaves quickly!"

Thinking of the psychological shadow that Zishou had left on him, Daoist Ran Deng felt terrified.

"The fairy wine you treasured tastes pretty good, light the lamp."

At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind.

When Taoist Ran Deng heard this sound, his whole body froze, as if his body was quickly frozen into ice.

He slowly twisted his neck, his breathing suddenly became extremely rapid, the features on his face also began to twist, and his body trembled violently.

A young man was holding the wine jar and came in from the aisle outside. While tasting the immortal wine, he praised him with a gentle smile on his face.

However, this smile directly made Ran Deng feel like falling into an ice cellar. He raised his hand and was about to shoot out the rosary.

"Believe me, you can't hurt me. If you don't believe me, you can try." Zi Shou had a warm smile on his face.

Taoist Ran Deng obviously didn't believe it, he raised his hand, and the rosary shot out immediately, and at the same time, his body was about to turn into light and escape.

However, at this moment, the rosary stopped in mid-air, unable to shoot out or fall down.

And the lamp moved suddenly, only to find that the surrounding space seemed to be squeezed suddenly, turning into a narrow cage, holding him firmly.

Ran Deng was dripping with cold sweat, his limbs were weak, his face turned pale, and he opened his mouth and said, "Di Xin, are you still refusing to let me go? I've already died at your hands, and you still want to chase me in and kill me?"

Zishou took a sip of the immortal wine, then walked to the side hall, sat down on a futon, smiled slightly at Taoist Ran Deng, and said, "You remember that I killed you, it seems that your memory and emotion have not disappeared. The strange thing is that even a sage can erase memory, emotion, and even existence in Liuhun Banner, why are you still alive in the Kunlun mirror?"

"What's the matter? Can you tell me?"

Daoist Ran Deng gave up his resistance and sat down on the ground, saying, "I told you, can you let me go?"

Zishou said: "I will think about it."

Daoist Ran Deng was silent for a while, obviously thinking. After a while, he slowly raised his head and said, "Anyway, you have entered this ridiculous world, and you will know sooner or later. The flag is completely wiped out, and now I am neither a soul, nor a soul, nor even a true spirit."

Zishou also noticed the strangeness of the body of the Taoist who burned the lamp. Generally speaking, when a person dies, he is a yin god, and a god dies as a yang god. Only the original true spirit remains.

Just like those practitioners at the level of true immortals, but they were beheaded by Lu Ya's flying knife, and all that remained was a little true spirit on the list.

But Daoist Ran Deng does not belong to these four, he is like a different kind of existence.

"This absurd world is made up of the afterimages of the world reflected by the Kunlun Mirror. The mountains, rivers, and plants become mountains, rivers, and trees, and the creatures are divided into three types..." Taoist Ran Deng said after thinking for a while.

"The first category is the shadows of living people, which cannot last long, just like the shadows in the mirror will disappear when people leave the mirror. The shadows of the Kunlun mirror will last a little longer, but most of them will disappear in the end. Those that don’t disappear will turn into monsters with a foul smell and missing limbs.”

Zishou nodded thoughtfully. When he entered the Huoyun Cave in the mirror, he had encountered this kind of monster before. The stench on his body could send people away directly.

The Taoist burning lamp continued: "The second category is people who are reflected in the Kunlun mirror before death, retain part of their memory, and lose their emotions and reason. There are many people in this category, and they are almost everywhere in the Kunlun mirror. Ji Fa , Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Tu Xingsun, they are all...

Maybe their souls outside are immortal, but some of their memories are still preserved in the mirror, but they never think that they are the shadow in the mirror, the world they exist in is fictional, and even themselves are fictional.If you tell him the truth: you are a fiction and the world is a reflection.They will also subconsciously ignore what you have said. "

Zishou thought about it: "So the concubine Huang Feihu is really just a short memory? The reason why they are so indifferent is because although they have memories, they have lost emotions.

Because they are simply a fictional person?The world inside the mirror is fictitious, but what about the world outside the mirror?Could it be fictional as well?Could it be that I am also a shadow, but I have overlooked that I am a fake..."

Zishou was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat by his own thoughts, and he hurriedly stopped himself from thinking further.

The deeper you think about this kind of problem, the easier it is to fall into the abyss. Since ancient times, there are not a few wise men and saints who have been trapped to death by this kind of problem.

Daoist Ran Deng took a deep breath and said: "The third type of people is us. The soul is destroyed outside, and there is no real spirit left. But because it was reflected by the Kunlun Mirror by chance, there is a ghost in the Kunlun Mirror. Our own shadow, we not only have memories, but also our emotions are preserved. But this is how we can only be trapped in this weird world, and the longer we stay, the more we doubt our own reality sex."

Zishou said: "The six soul banners can erase your true spirit, but the Kunlun mirror is a strange and weird world. Although it may not have its own rules, chaos and grotesqueness are the rules, so the six soul banners cannot interfere with the world in the mirror. World, you not only retained your memory, but also your emotions?"

Daoist Burning Leng smiled wryly: "That's true... Living in this world is also a kind of torture, because we can't live as numbly as those shadows without emotions, but we also can't escape from this weird world." Haha, in fact, being alive is not necessarily better than being dead, you will be trapped here, and after a long time, you will doubt your own authenticity, doubt everything, haha! Then you will also fall into endless torture!"