Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Anle had spent so much effort before, inviting himself to take action and exposing Zhang Haiyun's secrets, and finally forced Tian Qiutong out, but in the end, he got such a result?

Isn't this just slapping yourself in the face?

On the side, many monks from the Qinghan Branch Temple breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

Some people mocked and said, "Let me tell you, how could Fellow Daoist Tian be a spy?"

"An Le, if you don't apologize sincerely, this will be unacceptable!"

"Haha, I thought someone was confident. How confident is he? This is really funny."

Having been so badly suppressed by Anle's momentum before, they would of course retaliate verbally now.

But Zhang Haiyun felt something was wrong, his brows were furrowed, and he held his breath suddenly: "Did he...see it?"

At this time, Zhang Haiyun heard Anle continue speaking.

"I heard that there is such an evil spirit living in the Moon Abyss."

"It can barely be considered a human, but its entire body is made of ice and snow. Its face is a smooth piece of ice like a mirror. When it comes into contact with a living person, it will gradually change into that person's appearance, and its entire body shape will gradually become similar to that person's."

"Then, learn the skills, realms, and spells all at once."

As he spoke, the surroundings gradually became quiet again.

A chill slowly crept up behind everyone, a hint of coldness that seemed to crawl up along their spine.

"And when its appearance is completely transformed, even the monk's memories will be acquired, forming an almost identical personality."

"The saddest thing is that this evil spirit no longer considers itself an evil spirit, but instead regards it as the monk itself that has been replaced."

"This kind of evil spirit is called Bingpo."

Anle raised his head and looked at Tian Qiutong with pity and sympathy.

"Friend Tian, ​​actually... you have already died."

As he spoke, Anle took out an ice coffin from his storage bag, inside of which lay a cold corpse.

Judging from her appearance and clothes, who else could it be but Tian Qiutong?

When the body was carried out, the scene fell into deathly silence again.

People did not expect that the truth of the matter would be so cruel and bizarre.

"I, I am... Bingpo?"

The still-living "Tian Qiutong" murmured, her face showing pain, struggle, and confusion. Two completely different and chaotic memories collided and blended back and forth in her mind, making it impossible for her to tell which one was the real her.

Her entire body began to melt like ice and snow, and then recovered from time to time, like the snow screen on an old TV when the signal was poor, which looked extremely strange.

"what!!!!"

Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp scream emanated from "Tian Qiutong"'s mouth.

It was a sound that did not seem to be produced by any human or even animal, and it pierced everyone's eardrums directly.

The cultivators who had come into contact with evil spirits like Bingpo once again confirmed her identity.

However, before they could make a move, a huge hand made of spiritual power covered "Tian Qiutong".

Zhang Haiyun said in a soft tone that no one had ever heard before: "Close your eyes, don't listen to anything, don't look at anything."

"You are Tian Qiutong, my daughter. You should get some sleep first."

The spiritual hand not only isolated "Tian Qiutong" from the outside world, blocking out sounds and sights, but also continuously sent out soothing emotions, allowing the evil spirit to quickly regain a stable state and fall into a peaceful sleep.

Seeing this scene, the monks present had complicated expressions and were speechless.

Someone couldn't help but remind him, "Palace Master Zhang... She is not Fellow Daoist Tian, ​​she is just an ice spirit."

Zhang Haiyun ignored him and looked up at Anle and the ice coffin beside him.

"Where did you find this body?"

Anle replied calmly: "It is less than two kilometers away from the Qinghan Branch Hall."

Of course he would not say that this was the position he had spent a lot of time to lock after playing tricks with Bingpo during the deduction.

The difficulty of the process is beyond the understanding of outsiders.

It was not until yesterday that Anle obtained such crucial evidence.

"Is that so...Thank you for finding her."

Zhang Haiyun stared at the female corpse in the ice coffin and murmured, "Fellow Daoist An, I have a question for you."

“A person’s thoughts, behaviors, and character are shaped by past experiences.”

“And the way experience influences thought is through memory.”

"When a person completely inherits the memories of another person, is he still the same person, or has he become someone else?"

Anle sighed quietly in his heart.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Zhang Haiyun might have noticed Tian Qiutong's abnormality a long time ago.

However, he was unwilling to expose this fact, and treated Bingpo, who possessed Tian Qiutong's memories, as a substitute for his daughter.

This is how it has evolved to the point it is today.

Anle was too lazy to discuss such philosophical issues and spoke directly in a deep voice.

"Palace Master Zhang, the Ice Soul was tampered with by the people of the Great Tai Dynasty. If it is not dealt with quickly, a large number of cultivators from the Great Tai Dynasty will descend here using her as the coordinates."

"Please ask the Palace Master to kill Bingpo!"

Jiang Yun, Lin Ningqian and others said: "Please ask the Palace Master to kill Bingpo!"

Immediately afterwards, the other cultivators of the Qinghan Branch Hall all bowed and said, "Please ask the Hall Master to kill Bingpo!"

Although they had mixed feelings, they knew clearly that Bingpo was just an evil spirit after all, not the Tian Qiutong they knew.

The best choice is to kill the evil spirit as soon as possible.

"Do you all... think so?"

Zhang Haiyun looked around, and all he saw were sincere and determined looks, as if everyone in the entire branch hall was against him. He felt like he was being deserted by everyone.

It is inevitable that a sense of loneliness and bitterness arises in one's heart.

He smiled bitterly: "Friend An, turn your hand and clouds will appear, turn your hand again and rain will fall."

"What a good idea!"

As he spoke, Zhang Haiyun's spiritual power hand slowly grasped the icy soul inside.

Just when everyone thought everything was coming to an end.

The entire Qinghan Branch Hall suddenly shook violently.

Chapter 188: Sun Shining Sky Wheel Sword Formation

hum-

Soon, an unusual buzzing sound was heard throughout the Qinghan Branch Hall.

The solid walls around him began to tremble, and deep and powerful spiritual energy waves spread out, even the air resonated with it.

And in the Qinghan branch hall, there is only one person who can cause such a commotion in an instant.

"Palace Master Zhang! You..."

Jiang Yun frowned and looked at Zhang Haiyun in surprise.

Zhang Haiyun's spiritual hand slowly tightened, wrapping "Tian Qiutong" inside it, but did not completely crush it to death as everyone expected.

It was as if a protective shield had been built to protect and isolate her, carefully guarding her from being harmed by the aftermath of the outside world.

At this moment, people couldn't see that Zhang Haiyun was willing to be their enemy for this Bing Po!

"Palace Master...why did it come to this?"

The monks of the Qinghan Branch Temple had mixed feelings, and some even tried to persuade them.

"Don't be stubborn anymore. Bingpo is just Bingpo. The real Fellow Daoist Tian should rest in peace."

Anle shook his head, his eyes full of pity: "Palace Master Zhang, why are you doing this?"

In fact, he knew from the beginning that this battle was inevitable.

In the end, it all comes down to strength.

"I just want her to continue to exist, what's wrong with that?"

Zhang Haiyun's face twisted slightly as he asked angrily.

"Why can't you even fulfill such a small wish of mine?"

He still maintained a certain level of rationality, and said to the monks of the Qinghan Branch Hall: "If you still have any good thoughts about me, don't make a move. Wait until I suppress them all. Nothing will change, and everything will be the same as before."

These people looked hesitant and were extremely conflicted.

From a rational point of view, Zhang Haiyun's behavior was undoubtedly wrong.

But from an emotional point of view, they can understand it.

However, the past favors and experiences made the people of Qinghan Branch Temple unwilling to take action against Zhang Haiyun.

So, they temporarily chose to stand by and not participate in this battle.

Anle, Jiang Yun and others all looked solemn, knowing that this would be a tough battle.

Jiang Yun sighed and said, "Since Palace Master Zhang is so stubborn, I have no choice but to wake you up."

The temperature around her body began to rise rapidly, as if an invisible flame was burning, but she was firmly confined by Jiang Yun to a very small area around her, so she would not accidentally hurt her companions. This showed her exquisite control.

The first thing to attack was a huge and heavy mountain of meat.

Ye Ling'er seemed to have not used any strength and only took one step forward.

The next second, he appeared in front of Zhang Haiyun.

The speed is so fast that even spiritual consciousness can hardly detect it.

She swung her sandbag-sized fist, and with the strength that had transformed into nutrients from all the food she had eaten in the past few days, she smashed it towards Zhang Haiyun's face in a simple and unpretentious manner.

The wind swept violently, spiritual energy trembled, and the air made a mournful cry as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

The power of this punch is so strong that it can even penetrate space!

boom! ! !

The speed of sound propagation is even slower than the falling fist.

By the time everyone heard the roar, Zhang Haiyun's body had already been knocked away by a punch.

Many people widened their eyes in astonishment and cried out in surprise.

"Palace Master Zhang!"

"Such a strong and overbearing force!"

Before this, most people in the Qinghan Branch Hall only paid attention to Ye Ling'er because of her appearance.

But her move today made them feel shocked and terrified.

How could a cultivator's physical body reach this level?

Everyone looked towards the place where Zhang Haiyun landed and found that his body quickly broke into pieces and turned into light spots of spiritual power.

Ye Ling'er frowned and muttered, "A fake body? Or an illusion?"

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back, and immediately turned around and flew out like a cannonball.

The fist collided with a spell, shattering it easily.

But at this moment, Ye Ling'er frowned even deeper.

She looked around and could not see Anle and the others around her, even the many monks who had been watching before were no longer there.

The road was empty and the light faded little by little, becoming visibly darker.

Only the malice in the darkness was staring at him like a substance.

Ye Ling'er's face showed solemnity: "Is this... a magic circle?"