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Chapter 149 148. The Buddha Kingdom of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Three States of Tumor Realm (8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Guillotine Ridge.

After Tang Fan was awakened by a slap in the face, he quickly realized that he was trapped in an illusion.

He did not feel the slightest bit of joy at having escaped from the illusion, because in that illusion he not only saw his parents, and the wonderful life he had with Meng'er and Xing'er, but also saw himself and his baby walking hand in hand in the famous mountains and lakes.
Everything there was what he desired most.

Life is but a hundred years, and after death it is only two hundred years, so how can we not live? Since it is all about experience, why can't we choose a better experience?

Is it really that important whether it’s true or false?

Life is nothing but a dream, and a nightmare at that. If you can change to a sweeter dream, why not?
However, the beautiful dream ended, and the road ahead turned into yellow sand like rain, falling from the sky.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the road ahead, while communicating quickly with Feng Chengzi in the faceless mask.

Just now, when he fell into the illusion, Feng Chengzi was directly blocked from external perception.

However, Feng Chengzi can remember the exact time.

So when Song Yan asked, he found out that he and Tang Fan had actually spent two full days of real-world time in a dreamland!
If we convert the ratio, it would be roughly like spending a hundred years in the dreamland and one day outside.

"But how is this possible?"

“Two days.”

Song Yan could hardly imagine it, he thought he was immersed in it for just a moment.

Feng Chengzi asked for some more details, and then said: "You have encountered the bitter sea minions, which can also be called the bitter sea pseudo-saman.

Fortunately, you are just a fake novice monk in the Sea of ​​Bitterness. If you fall into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, even if you have great supernatural powers, you will be killed by the monsters in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Those monsters don’t kill people in the way you normally think. Instead, they strip away everything you have at the level of your thoughts, helping you to sever karma and help your soul ascend to heaven.”

After that, he was silent for a while, and then said: “They are monsters, but they never think so.

Over the endless years, the obsessions immersed in the sea of ​​suffering are extremely numerous and rich, and they have selected the type of obsession that best suits their behavior.

That obsession is Buddha.

They call themselves Buddhists.”

Song Yan said: "Is there any intelligent life in the sea of ​​suffering?"

Feng Chengzi said: "They are not intelligent life, not even life. You can think of them as obsessions within obsessions, a kind of monster created by time and years."

Song Yan asked curiously: "Strange?"

Feng Chengzi said: "I have seen monsters, demons, and ghosts, but this is the first time you have seen a monster, right? This is a monster."

He seemed to recall some memories, and said with a wry smile: "These Buddhist monsters never pick up butcher knives to kill people, they only save people.

They help you to achieve great enlightenment, eliminate all cause and effect, and reincarnation, which means that your cultivation in this life has been in vain.

Therefore, even if you stay in their illusion for two days or even two years, you will not suffer any other harm.

Because they attach great importance to the people they are saving, once someone interferes, they will immediately turn their attention to saving the person who interfered."

Song Yan swore that in his past and present lives, he had never heard of such a dark and strange "Buddhism". It really was "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, put down the butcher knife, and the Buddha will help you transcend and be reborn".
Although the Guillotine Ridge is more than a hundred miles long, the journey thereafter is smooth and we did not encounter the strange monster named "Pseudo-Shami" again.

In the bleak moonlight, a green lawn that Song Yan had seen in his fantasy appeared in the distance.

The green lawn is like an oasis in the vast yellow sand, or a piece of emerald in the hot yellow silk.

There were four figures standing on the green lawn.

Master Yingti, the wolf demon, the deer demon, and a middle-aged man with a wry smile on his face.

These scenes were basically the same as what Song Yan had seen in the illusion, but the difference was that the Infant Crying Master, the Wolf Demon, and the Deer Demon were all happily eating human flesh. In front of the three of them was a large pot with bubbles bubbling in it, and from time to time one could see human hands and legs floating up.
Obviously, the illusion brought by the fake monk is as real as possible, but the violent scenes are eliminated as much as possible, with the main message being that "monks do not tell lies and do not kill."

The six-tailed red fox was sitting on a high rock with its legs crossed, stirring the pot with a long knife. When it saw movement coming from the direction of the Chopping Blade Ridge, it glanced and said, "Zhang Han is here."

Song Yan clasped his fists from a distance and said respectfully, "Master."

Master Yingti waved his hand and said, "Would you like to try the taste from your hometown?"

Song Yan said: "Thank you for your kindness, Master, but it's not necessary."

He took a step forward and turned his head to look at Tang Fan, only to find that the latter had stopped moving forward, his face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were oozing from his forehead.

Master Yingti said calmly, "Guchi, what are you doing? Don't put too much pressure on the young man. It's like you want to kill him."

After saying that, it raised its head, a smile appeared on its fox face, raised its dripping claws, waved at Tang Fan, and said with a smile: "It is not easy to cultivate Xuan, and it is difficult to find skills and treasures. But there are many treasures in this king's soul threshold.

The top-grade blood-cleansing pill can greatly reduce the toxins of the crimson palace pill poison; the blood essence hidden in the blood pools in various unknown secret realms must be of high quality; in addition, there are countless various mysterious treasure techniques, and even soul weapons are not lacking."

As it was speaking, it suddenly received a message from the wolf demon named Guchi in its mind.

"This kid has the scent of an ancient clan."

Master Yingti narrowed his fox eyes, glanced at Tang Fan, and suddenly glanced at Song Yan.

Song Yan reacted almost immediately after seeing the change in Master Yingti's expression. He said directly, "Master, during my investigation, I found that there are some secrets about this kid. He is a member of the Wuxiang tribe who has been living outside. His parents are long gone, so he is the only child."

As he spoke, he grinned again and said, "Use it to give birth to babies. Maybe we can raise a Wuxiang tribe that obeys our orders."

The suspicion in Master Yingti's expression disappeared, and he laughed and said, "Zhang Han, you have a good idea, but you don't know much after all. This ancient clan is passed down from one line to another. If a descendant with bloodline has been born, it will not be able to give birth again."

After saying that, it raised its chin slightly, looked at Tang Fan, and said with a smile: "Boy, have you got married?"

Tang Fan was not stupid enough to tell the truth at this time, so he clenched his fist and said, "Although I don't have one, I already have someone in my heart. Don't even think about asking me to marry someone else."

The Infant Crying Master laughed out loud, waved his paw, and said, "Don't just stand there, come and sit down. If you don't want to eat human flesh, it would be good to drink some other mysterious wine or tea. Wait for the people behind you."

Song Yan and Tang Fan walked over quickly.

Song Yan found a place to sit down.

Tang Fan glanced at the middle-aged man who seemed to be in the same situation as him not far away. He hesitated for a moment, but then he thought it would be safer to sit next to Old Demon Zhang, so he walked towards Song Yan. But before he sat down, Master Yingti waved in the distance and said, "My friend, sit next to me."

Tang Fan smiled bitterly.

Master Yingti laughed and said, "Come on, baby, where are you?

Come and talk to the ancestor, what kind of young lady do you like? "

Tang Fan sat over helplessly, like a big lump of ice, next to the six-tailed red fox demon, not daring to move.

Master Yingti suddenly raised his hand and removed the big pot that was cooking human flesh, and replaced it with an elegant tea table.

The decorations on the table are all exquisite, full of antique charm, each with its own unique features.

On the tea table, there was a toad spewing white mist from its mouth, like cold air floating up, hazy and misty.

Master Yingti skillfully brewed tea, prepared tea, and divided the tea, then personally handed a cup to Tang Fan and said with a smile: "My little friend, this will be good for you."

Tang Fan didn't dare to refuse
Song Yan, who was standing under an old tree in the distance, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that if he had not killed Zhang Han in the first place, and was mistaken for Zhang Han by accident, he would be the one that Master Yingti had pulled to his side, called him "little friend", and served him tea personally.

Xiao Tang has seized the script that belongs to him.
Song Yan closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, as if he no longer cared about the outside world.

However, he bet that if the tea was okay, he would eat the tree behind him.

As for Xiao Tang, he also tried his best, and he really didn't care whether he lived or died. Although he still coveted the secret method in the Wuxiang mask, it didn't mean he couldn't live without it. At worst, he didn't want it.

Compared to the quietness on his side, the other side was really as lively as a tea party with laughter.

It can be seen that Master Yingti is also an old hand at holding tea parties.

After a long while, Master Yingti suddenly asked, "Zhang Han, did you encounter anything unusual when you came here?"

Song Yan opened his eyes and told the story of the illusion.

Master Yingti was silent for a moment, then said, "It's just right, I want to talk to you a little."

After that, it said: "The world has rules. The reincarnated soul is not allowed to have the karma of the previous life. However, if there is a strong obsession, it will not dissipate. Therefore, there is a sea of ​​suffering in the world that specifically deprives obsession.

And if the Sea of ​​Bitterness were to accidentally come into contact with the mortal world, heaven and earth would naturally mobilize the secret realm, or even create a secret realm to accommodate the overflowing breath of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

But the aura of the sea of ​​bitterness is often not something a secret realm can contain.

It will keep trying to drill out, just like the owner of the obsession when it was alive, wanting to return to the world and fulfill its obsession.

Therefore, they will break into the secret realm again and again, and the secret realm outside will be piled up again and again, densely packed, like a maze-like dense tumor.

This is called a tumor state.

The tumor realm is the threshold of the soul."

Song Yan was stunned.

Because what Master Yingti said at this time was almost the same explanation he had heard in the illusion.

And Master Yingti continued: "So the soul thresholds in the past are often relatively simple tumor realms, and there may be only two or three secret realms inside, and three or four of them stacked together can complete the blockade of the sea of ​​suffering.

But the soul threshold of the King of Demons is different. The Tiger Clan of the King of Demons is a race that is very good at spirits. Over time, they have taken in countless demons. Among these demons, there are the Crimson Palace Spirit and even the Purple Palace Spirit.

They are all huddled together, integrated as a whole, and extremely difficult to separate. They keep blocking the sea of ​​suffering, causing the leakage of the aura inside to become more and more serious, and the number of secret realms in the tumor realm is also increasing.

The illusion you were caught in before and the fantasy you saw were just the result of its further leakage.

The monster you saw is called Kuhai Chanmi."

Song Yan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't there a lot of bitter sea minions in this tumor realm?"

The Infant Crying Master said: "The factors that cause the sea of ​​suffering are extremely complex, but it is by no means so easy to form. Most of them are free outside the tumor realm because they are eager to go to the human world."

At this point, the six-tailed red fox ancestor couldn't help but roll his eyes and said speechlessly: "There are many living people in the world, and there are many causes and effects. This is simply a paradise for these monsters whose mission is to save people. Therefore, they are always at the forefront of the leaking breath of the sea of ​​suffering."

The Deer Demon beside him said in a low voice: "Zhang Han, don't talk about you. We were also converted when we came in, but as long as we don't immerse ourselves in it, we will be able to come out naturally when the time comes.

The bitter sea minion you killed might have been killed when we entered."

Song Yan was stunned and asked, "That thing can't be killed?"

The Deer Demon said: "It cannot be killed. At least, it is not something we can kill."

Master Yingti said, "But don't worry too much. Although that thing cannot be killed, as long as you can survive its first illusion, its harm will become less and less. If it feels that you can completely ignore its illusion, it will not attack you again."

As they were talking here, there was a sudden wave of movement coming from the direction of the Guillotine Ridge.

Song Yan turned his head and saw a male and female nun appear at the entrance.

This scene also appeared in the fantasy.

He subconsciously looked at the female cultivator in the black robe, only to find that she was petite, with a cute yet somewhat indifferent face. Although she did not look like Junior Sister Xiaojiu, their body shapes were not much different.

But soon, Song Yan became weird again.

Because in the illusion, this female cultivator was the "captured person", but now. This female cultivator exudes the aura of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Needless to say, this female cultivator, like him, is a "lackey of the demon."

Sure enough, the female cultivator walked over quickly, looked into the distance, and saluted, "Master, General, Sir."

She obviously knows more monsters than Song Yan.

After the greeting, the female cultivator turned her head to look at Song Yan, nodded slightly and said, "Han Yuling."

Song Yan returned the greeting and said, "Zhang Han."

After saying that, the "treasure seeker" brought by the female cultivator tactfully met with the middle-aged man who had been captured before, while the female cultivator walked to Song Yan's side and chose a piece of ground opposite to sit down.

The crowd waited for several more days.
New people began to pour in from the direction of Guillotine Ridge.

Most of these newcomers were at the Crimson Palace level, and there were fifty-three of them in total. This was almost five times the number of elders of the Southern Wu Sword Gate.

But considering the fifteen countries to which Fox and Wolf belong, it is not considered a lot.

What’s even more interesting is that the robes worn by these fifty-three Crimson Palace monks are all the sect’s uniforms. Not only that, the names of their sects are clearly displayed on the back of these uniforms.

Song Yan took a quick look and found that the fifty-three people came from fifty-three different sects, and most of them had bitter expressions on their faces. It was obvious that even if they did not draw unlucky lots, they were forcibly sent here to respond to the actions of the envoys.

When he glanced at the fifty-three people, he suddenly found that someone was also looking at him.

Song Yan looked over immediately and found it was Han Yuling.

Han Yuling did not avoid his gaze, but met his gaze with a friendly smile.

Song Yan also smiled back.

He moved his eyes again and found that although only Master Yingti was laughing and talking here, everyone was actually communicating with their eyes, and small circles and alliances were forming invisibly among these people.

The demons are together.

The fifty-three elders of the Crimson Palace are divided into different circles.

The "treasure hunter" that Han Yulin caught was together with the middle-aged man who was here at first.

And Han Yuling herself was with him.

Birds of a feather flock together, and the hierarchy is strict. Although there is a secret technique of transmitting sound in the martial arts world, and although Lianxuan and Jiang Palace also have this secret technique, no one dares to use it here, because all the secret techniques of quietly transmitting sound will be heard by the old monster in Zifu.

But, the old monster Zifu can do it.

The flow of thoughts is one-to-one and cannot be leaked.

While the Purple Mansion Realm experts mastered the power of thoughts, they also naturally learned to use thoughts to transmit information.

Han Yuling was the first to transmit the thought: "How did you do things for the Masters?"

Song Yan said: "What about you?"

Han Yuling said: "The vassal state Da Qi's state guarding purple mansion has come here on orders."

Song Yan said: "What a coincidence."

Han Yuling said: "The fellow Taoist and I are truly of the same path, and we need to get closer. After entering the Soul Threshold, why don't we form an alliance?"

Song Yan said: "Did you encounter anything strange when you came here?"

Han Yuling said: "I entered an illusion, but luckily I managed to break free, but I don't know what it was."

Song Yan said calmly: "The sea of ​​suffering."

Han Yuling asked in astonishment: "What is that?"

Song Yan told Han Yuling the news he knew one by one. Han Yuling was stunned for a long time. She blurted out, "That dog almost killed me. Damn it. It seems that this soul threshold is not easy to deal with?"

Song Yan:.
A cute face, a petite figure, a guardian of the country, an ancestor of a great generation, no matter which element it is, it doesn't quite fit this sentence.

Han Yuling smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't mind. Da Qi is a place where bandits are rampant, and even the immortal cultivators are bandits, so it's not surprising that they speak rudely.

In the past, I had to act like an ancestor at all times in Qi State, but I had to be respectful and careful in front of the monsters like the Master, and I could only speak like this to fellow Taoists.

I finally don't have to hold it in anymore, I feel relieved."

As she spoke, she actually stretched her body.

At this moment, the direction of the Guillotine Ridge suddenly shook, the mountains and forests on both sides shook violently like mounds of earth, and the rocks on the ground bounced up and down abruptly like soybeans on a drum.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of evil wind blew in from afar, and when it settled, a demon wolf about ten feet tall appeared.

The fifty-three monks from the Crimson Palace at the outermost circle hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted.

The troll wolf ignored them and walked hurriedly towards Master Yingti, then grinned with fangs.

"Ancestors, Xiao Gu is late."

Master Yingti said with a smile: "Xiao Gu is not bad, this Purple Mansion Realm is about to enter the middle stage, right?"

The troll wolf nodded, and then said: "Those useless things, I didn't react at all, they were actually killed by the illusion!!"

As it spoke, the troll wolf raised its claws and grabbed out seven corpses from the void and threw them on the ground.

These seven bodies were all monks from the Crimson Palace.

The Giant Demon Wolf said, "Useless! All useless! They can't even last long enough for me to wake them up! These sects only know how to send useless people here, I will definitely cause trouble for them later!"

Tang Fan, who was standing beside Master Yingti, blushed slightly. If it weren't for Old Demon Zhang, he would have probably become like this.

The giant wolf licked its tongue and swaggered to sit next to the three demons. Its green eyes squinted slightly and it looked at Song Yan and Han Yuling who were sitting opposite each other on the other side. It shouted loudly, "What are you doing sitting there?"

The two of them turned their heads towards the sound.

The giant wolf demon raised its neck again, staring at the two with its blood-red eyes as big as copper bells, baring its teeth and said proudly, "Why don't you come and pay homage to the future ancestor of the wolf clan, Master Gu Hai?"

Gu Chi at the side laughed, turned his head and said to Lu Mo: "This child is really domineering, worthy of being a member of my corpse-eating wolf tribe."

The Deer Demon praised: "He was born with a huge body, vigorous Qi and blood, and the Nine Bloods of the Crimson Palace are also extremely perfect. I'm afraid his future achievements will be even higher than General Gu Chi's."

Hearing these words, Guchi was not angry at all, but looked at the young man with a smile. It was obvious that there was some connection between it and the troll wolf.

Seeing Song Yan on the other side, Han Yuling didn't move, but couldn't help but stare, and said lightly: "Since you two are the Purple Mansion of the vassal state, if you want to sit firmly in your position and continue to practice in the future, you must first understand the hierarchy.

The ancient skeleton is at a similar level to you, and may go out with you later. If you don't come to make friends with him now, when will you?"

After the words fell, Gu Hai echoed: "I am your chance, why don't you come over?"

Han Yuling and Song Yan looked at each other, then stood up at the same time and went to pay their respects to the giant wolf demon.

The giant wolf demon hunched its huge body, but even so it was still taller than the two of them. Its green wolf eyes suddenly looked at Han Yuling, and its eyes wandered around her cute and beautiful face. Suddenly, it murmured, "Human female cultivators are rare in Zifu."

After that, it licked its big tongue and said, "A female cultivator like you must not have a Taoist partner, right?"

Han Yuling's eyes jumped. Just as she was about to speak, Song Yan's faint voice suddenly came into her mind.

"Even if you say that I am your Taoist partner, or that you fell in love with me at first sight and your heart cannot accommodate anyone else, I will never admit it. Don't waste your time."

Han Yuling:
She awkwardly replied with her thoughts: "Daoyou is really cautious, but I still don't like you."

After that, she took a deep breath, raised her head and looked at the troll wolf and said, "Reporting to Master Gu Hai, I still don't have a Taoist partner."

Without waiting for the Giant Demon Wolf to speak again, she continued, "However, I do not want to look for a Taoist partner."

Gu Hai looked at her in astonishment, as if he had not expected that this female cultivator would dare to directly refuse. His expression became gloomy, and he said without mercy, "Although I don't like you either, female cultivators of Purple Mansion are rare after all. How about this, you stay with me for three years, and then leave after three years."

Han Yuling:
She suddenly said in a cold voice: "Master, I worked so hard for the adults, but suffered such a result. Isn't it disheartening?"

The six-tailed red fox tapped the table with its claws and said, "Okay, let's do this for now. We can talk about other things after we finish exploring the soul threshold."

It glanced around and said, "Almost everyone is here. Let me tell you the rules."

Immediately
Master Yingti told the story slowly and leisurely.

It first described the situation of the "tumor state".

Then the rules were explained - after entering, everyone would enter the secret realm randomly, but no matter how they were distributed, if they encountered three "treasure seekers", they must do their best to protect them and then quickly enter the next secret realm.

"Before reaching the end of the Soul Threshold, the real possible fatal danger actually comes from all directions."

“The first place is the various monsters formed by Sha Gu.

These monsters may be the demon beasts of the secret realm itself, or they may be the corpses of the original tiger tribe. They have mutated because of the evil spirit, but they are generally regional. As long as you carefully explore and do not enter the area where they are, or leave as soon as possible after entering, there will be no problem. "

“The second place is the changes caused by the aura of the bitter sea.

You may have never heard of the 'Three States of Tumor'.

These three states are not the appearance of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, but refer to the changes after the breath of the Sea of ​​Bitterness enters the soul threshold.

The first state is fog. If you stay in the fog for a long time, you may be stuck with karma that does not belong to you. In short, you may go crazy. However, if you return to a place without fog in time, you will slowly recover after a period of time.

The second state is snow. If you encounter snow and are touched by snow in enough places, your causality will be frozen. In simple terms, you will lose your memory. It will take some time for your memory to recover until there is no snow.

The third state, and the most terrifying one, is rain. This kind of rain is usually a sudden downpour. If you are hit by a sudden downpour, the karma on your body will be quickly washed away, and new karma will be attached, but the new karma will be washed away again, and this will repeat until the rain stops. When the rain stops, whatever karma falls on you last is what it is. Although your spirit and soul remain unchanged, you will become a completely different person from your past self. "

“The third place is the purple palaces of the other mountain and sea monster tribes.

They sneaked in from somewhere else, perhaps also aiming for the final treasure. Although I have tried my best to divert their attention elsewhere, it is possible that some of them still came in. "

“The fourth place is the infiltrated ancient clan.

Although we are far away from the ancient tribe's territory, the ancient tribe generally cannot reach us, and the purple mansion in the ancient tribe is even less likely to risk wading into this muddy water. But it cannot be ruled out. "

"That's all I have to say. Please enter the country. We'll see you at the end."

After Master Yingti finished speaking, he stood quietly on one side, and the fifty-three elders of the Crimson Palace entered one by one, followed by Song Yan and Han Yuling.

Not until these people entered did Master Yingti, Guchi, and Lu Mo each capture a "treasure seeker", then looked at the ancient skeleton and stepped in at the same time.

Boom!

The loud thunder seemed to overturn the clouds, coming from far away, and lightning followed like a tide of snakes, interweaving into a bright purple light in the air.

As soon as Song Yan entered the secret realm, he heard the thunder and saw the lightning.

Whoosh!
Whizzing!

He was extremely fast, almost using the technique of escaping with lightning. He was already within sight of anyone and soon landed under the eaves of a dilapidated mansion.

The mansion was of an ancient style, like the kind that a wealthy man would build after he got tired of the court and retired to the mountains.

As Song Yan's boots landed on the ground, the lanterns on both sides of the eaves suddenly lit up strangely, one on the left and one on the right, swaying in the wind, and a creepy red light fell down.

Song Yan raised his hand, took out a paper man and threw it out.

It’s normal for ghost cultivators to make paper figures. There’s nothing much to say.

And these paper figures were made with the essence and blood of the corpses of the "Blood Corpse Sect's Leader" and the "Thousand Cranes Sect's Rebellious Elder". They were in the shape of Yin paper figures, and there were twenty of them in total.

The Yin Paper Man quickly pushed open the door and rushed inside.

未几
A thick and terrifying sharp light came from the side, so fast that the Yin Paper Man had no chance to dodge.

Bang!
The Yin paper man exploded directly.

At this moment, dense gray raindrops suddenly appeared on the dark sky like a cracked pot bottom. The rain had not yet fallen, as if it was frozen in mid-air, but Song Yan had already moved.

He also didn't expect that he would encounter the most terrifying "rain state" among the three states of the tumor realm as soon as he entered the secret realm.

The next moment.
Song Yan once again used "Xuanfeng and Niandian" to escape at the same time.

The combined explosion of this double escape made him move incredibly fast, so fast that even though time did not slow down at all, the heavy rain was crawling down step by step like a snail. In the pitch-black space inside the mansion, the monster that had blown up the Yin Paper Man seemed to be standing still.

The monster was still, but Song Yan was not.

Although Song Yan didn't see the monster clearly through the Yin Paper Man, he could see its strange outline.

When others arrive, they point to the arrival.

With a point of his finger, several murderous thoughts instantly came out like the Taoist stepping on the magic circle and forming a formation, attacking the monster from different directions and angles using different attack methods.

Click!

Bang!
Monster smash!

Thick evil liquid and tiny dots of powdery evil appeared between the shattered bones.

Song Yan grabbed Sikong Yin's body from the void, pressed the body roughly towards the powder, and then quickly scooped it up and put it into the storage space again.

After he completed the extremely skilled process of "exploring monsters, killing monsters, taking corpses, and absorbing evil spirits", the rain finally fell from the sky.

Snap, snap, snap
The rain poured down in torrents, as if the floodgates of the sky reservoir had been opened.

Song Yan walked quickly into the house.

The room was pitch black and fully furnished, but as Song Yan entered and walked around, the air circulated and many tables and chairs turned directly into dust, while any hard surfaces fell to the ground and shattered.

In an instant, the room was empty again.

Song Yan looked at the rain in the distance.

He could feel that the rain was filled with a strange power of thought.

To practice Xuan, use Xuan tools.

The crimson palace relies on blood.

But starting from the Purple Palace, one naturally begins to rely on thoughts.

Suddenly, he saw a figure appear in the distance. The figure was wearing a royal blue robe with the name of a sect written on it. It was obviously one of the fifty-three monks from the Crimson Palace.

The monk apparently also wanted to come here to take shelter from the rain, but he was not fast enough, so he hurriedly stopped under a strange dead tree outside and raised his hand to take out an umbrella-shaped mysterious treasure.

The umbrella suddenly opened up a thick protective shield, but the rain fell inside without being affected, passing through the shield and hitting the monk.

The monk seemed to have his acupuncture points pressed and became motionless in an instant. He stood there as if stunned, with his face up to the sky, letting the torrential rain hit his face.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the room he was in.

Although all the furniture in the house was destroyed, the house was in good condition and even the walls were not damaged at all.

But after just looking for a short while, Song Yan felt a strange "hissing" sound. It was the sound of corrosion, coming from the direction of the eaves.

It was obvious that this house could only temporarily withstand the rain. Once it was completely corroded, it would be uninhabitable.

As you can imagine, the deeper you go into the tumor realm, the fewer places there are that can withstand rain, fog, and heavy snow.
He didn't plan to go in so quickly.

Although most of the things in Kuhai Chanmi's illusion before were fake, there was one thing that was real.

That is, he will really stay in the first secret realm and not go any further.

He has a paper house made of "paper-cut heaven".

The abnormality of this paper house is that, as long as it is not destroyed immediately, it can create an environment suitable for human survival.
(End of this chapter)