Chunshen Realm.

Dongxingzhou.

To the east edge of the southern border, there is a place where blood and energy are filled with illusions. It is the place where the top demon leader of the Blood Spring Demon Sect, "Evil Venerables", is practiced, called the "Ghost Crying and Confused Realm".

In the mystery.

The illusions are mixed with blood and energy, and the sounds of ghosts crying and gods crying. Ordinary people are here, and they will die of mental confusion and madness within one day.

However, among the many illusions, several powerful qi mechanisms fell in all directions.

There is the most powerful aura located in the center, and blood and energy spread across the world.

Four directions.

A tall stone statue as tall as a mountain is located.

There is blood and sins on it, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling the most. Countless ghosts surround the stone statues, like pilgrimage.

Obsessed with piety.

Thirteen monks with varying strength and strength were each in front of a stone statue, and hand-pinning seals, and a series of spiritual lights fell on the stone statue, enhancing their power.

There was a man with long hair with scarlet eyes and was patrolling around.

Then walk to the center.

"teacher."

The long-haired man had a strange face and stepped into a scarlet cave, bowing to a monk inside with a hazy figure and unable to see the true face.

The monk sat cross-legged in the magma.

Take a closer look.

There was no magma at all, but the blood was boiling. This was not a magma, it was clearly a huge blood pool like magma. The blood pool covers an unknown area and leads to the ground.

Just standing in front of you can feel that in this pool of blood, there are countless resentment, sins, and wild ghosts, with their souls struggling and roaring, and crying.

Creepy.

"How was the Zhenyuan Array arranged?"

The voice of the Evil Venerable was low and gloomy, echoing in the cave.

The long-haired man said respectfully, "The Thirteen Marshals of Zhenyuan have been sacrificed and refined, and the 369 Zhenyuan altars have been built. Just wait for the teacher to preside over, the evil ghosts can be continuously refined into Zhenyuan soldiers and help the teacher to smooth the world!"

"good."

The voice of the Evil Venerable could not hear the joy and anger. He raised his hand and fell a black banner and thirty rubbings. "This is the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. There are ten thousand resentful ghosts plagued with resentment. They are tortured in front of them. The resentment is rich and pure. It can help you practice the "Blood Spring Technique", or use it to sacrifice and refine magic weapons, and practice the "Five Yin Crying Wind Claws". The thirty rubbings contain thirty acquired scattered characters. Although your formation attainments are high, your cultivation is too low. You are good at comprehending the acquired scattered characters, and you may have the opportunity to advance to the realm of the Yuanshen."

The long-haired man took the black banner, thirty rubbings of scattered characters, and his face showed a look of joy.

He kept saying, "Thank you for the reward of the teacher."

"You have built the Zhenyuan Formation for your teacher for 180 years, saving you a lot of energy for your teacher, which is what you deserve."

The Evil Venerable waved his hand and disagreed, "Let's go on. I'll practice well. I won't go out in the past few decades. Come again in ten years."

"yes!"

The long-haired man stepped down respectfully.

Walking out of the cave, my expression was still happy.

And in the cave.

The Venerable Evil retracted his spiritual consciousness and showed a joking smile on the corner of his mouth, "This Heshan is so satisfying."

Said.

Stand up from the pool of blood.

He is slender and has blood rolling in the blood pool, without any touching his body.

"Zhenyuan Formation."

"The teacher ordered me to be in the ghost crying realm. It took me two hundred years to build this formation that connects the blood spring. It is really just to imitate the "Saint Showing Array" of the Yushan Sect to facilitate the dispatch of troops in the sect?!"

The Evil Venerable frowned and stood up and walked out, "The formation has been completed, let's see what it is."

...

Wuwanghai.

A mortal island, among the unknown hills, since decades ago, a young man came to build a thatched hut on the mountain, reclaimed several acres of land, cultivated himself and planted himself to make a living.

No different from ordinary people.

However, no one knows the origin of the youth around the hill, only knows that this person's name is "Lin Fan".

I make a living by arable land, and I have nothing to do when I am free, and I like to draw in front of the door.

The man in the painting.

Some are happy or sad, some are angry or laughing, and their expressions are different, all of which are vivid and vivid.

Take a closer look.

Among the scrolls hanging on the four walls of thatched hut, there are mostly two young women and a man.

There is a woman who often holds a long sword and is quiet and comfortable.

Another woman often carries a wine pot, and is unruly and unruly.

The man started from immatureness, his scene changed constantly, and his face gradually grew from honesty to firmness.

The residents around all thought it was strange.

Many people brought their own pens, ink and paper and asked to come to the door. Lin Fan refused to refuse anyone, painting one by one, and appeared on the paper like a living person.

This day.

Lin Fan picked up his pen and drew the painting. The sunset was setting. A woman, above the scroll, had long hair tied with white ribbons, was wearing snow-white silk, and a white silk ribbon tied around her waist, outlining her waist.

Lifelike and fall into the pen.

In the woman's hand, there was a scroll that could be vaguely seen. There was a handsome young man in the scroll. His appearance was different from Lin Fan, but for some reason, it gave people a very similar feeling, as if he was alone.

Lin Fan outlined the last stroke and completed the clouds outside the sky.

Holding a pen in one hand, staring at the person in the scroll.

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and his heart was filled with tears.

The next moment.

It was seen that Lin Fan's temperament changed.

It was originally simple and unpretentious, but when I saw it, I felt an indescribable smell.

"Seven years later."

"The Tribulation of the Yuanshen."

Lin Fan put down his pen and said lightly.

As the words fell, the scroll in front of me was connected to countless scrolls in the hut, and at the same time, there was no trace of it silently.

Wave your sleeves again.

The table in front of me and the hut behind me also disappeared.

Walking.

The fields that had been cultivated at the foot of the mountain for decades became deserted again.

Then, step out, and the mysterious light flashed nine heavens and Lin Fan was not seen.

"Master Lin?"

Someone in the forest saw Lin Fan through the gaps in the trees. He chased him out and saw no one. He rubbed his eyes and said strangely, "It was obviously Master Lin just now."

Soon after.

Some people found thatched huts on the mountain disappeared, and the fields that Master Lin cultivated disappeared.

All traces are erased.

It seems that Lin Fan has never existed.

There are only pictures at home, the charm is hidden, and the spiritual light that is hard to see by ordinary people shines on the room, and you are in it, without any illness or disaster.

...

Seven years later.

The wind disappeared and the clouds disappeared.

Name: Lu Qingfeng (Guangyuan, Luofuzi, Hunshan, Qingyuanzi, Linfan, Heshan)

Race: Human

Camp: Xianqin-Gu Shang-Shanghe-Minjiang Dragon Palace
To be continued...