Wuhuang is above

Chapter 3 Burial of Souls

The broken body kept falling, and the nerve wave stopped making any sound after examining Feng Qingyu's soul, as if it had never appeared.

However, the speed of Feng Qingyu's fall has slowed down significantly.

And the wound on his body, also shrouded in that black light, began to heal slowly.

New skin began to grow, pushing out the necrotic flesh, forming a blood scab on the body surface.

For all this, Feng Qingyu ignored it and let the voice master toss it.

After absorbing those memory fragments, Feng Qingyu's patience seemed to be exceptionally good.

For the matter of forbearance, it is very easy to grasp.

If she had this character before, she wouldn't have been calculated like this.

Right now, she doesn't have any ability to resist. It is up to her to live or die. Under such circumstances, it's better to pretend to be asleep and see what the soul that has penetrated into her sea of ​​consciousness wants to do.

If it really wants to seize the house and devour its own soul, then she will have to pay the price for her death.

After walking around from the edge of death and turning back, there was nothing that could make her Feng Qingyu feel afraid.

The abyss is endless, and time seems to stop.

Only this body, which was wrapped in blood scab, fell at a constant speed in this dark poisonous mist without a trace of light.

The soul has been silent for so long, and Feng Qingyu has completely digested and absorbed the remaining memory fragments.

At this time, although she was like a dead person, she remembered everything that happened when she was in a coma.

Of course, this also includes where this strange memory came from.

Feng Qingyu still has a fresh memory of the scene that happened before, and the feeling of something being pulled out of her body still lingers in her heart.

It was then that these memory fragments flooded into her mind.

Of course, there was also a ghost that was so weak that it was about to dissipate.

Feng Qingyu didn't know how the ghostly soul got here and how it got into her body.

But that ray of soul was really absorbed by her own soul.

Her immortal bone was stripped and her immortal roots were taken away, but this divine soul was still the soul of a true immortal.

Even though her divine soul was tortured before, the essence of this soul has not changed.

As long as it is still an immortal soul, it has a natural restraint effect on ordinary ghosts.

That ghost ran into her sea of ​​consciousness space by herself, and it would be strange if she could not be absorbed by her soul!
But then again, is this Soul Burying Abyss really connected to the Netherworld at the bottom as rumored?
Feng Qingyu carefully searched for the extra memory.

Unfortunately, that memory is also incomplete.

Apart from some memory fragments about the Nine Nether Hells, there are only some strange methods left.

And these methods are all used to deal with Ming Xiu, and they have no effect on her true immortal.

While monitoring the movement of the remnant soul in the sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Qingyu studied those methods.

And time is passing little by little in this repeated research.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Qingyu did not reveal the slightest soul fluctuation.

As for the remnant soul drilled out of the meteorite, it has been quietly recovering in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Except for a soul power to protect her body, this remnant soul did not do anything else, and seemed to have given up on the divine soul that devoured her.

The remnant soul seemed to have given up, but Feng Qingyu did not dare to be careless.

In this way, they fell in peace with each other for a long time, until the whole body fell with the blood scab, and until the black hair drilled out of the newly born scalp and grew into a misty black waterfall.

However, Feng Qingyu, who had been falling at a constant speed, had not yet reached the bottom of the abyss.

I don't know how long it took, until her long hair had covered her ankles, and mottled stars began to appear below the endless abyss.
Immortal world, Sanqingtian, Yuqing Palace.

In the main hall made of white jade, the Chief Minister Ming Shaoqing folded his hands in front of him, bowing in salute, his long sleeves hanging down to the instep.

"Daojun, don't you really think about it? Although your Hunyuan ninth rank catastrophe is a bit excessive, there is no need to take such a big risk to descend to the world!"

Above the jade steps, on the Sunrise Chair with Beasts, Daojun Qingwei held his chin with one hand, and leaned casually on the white jade armrest. His long silver hair dangled like satin, giving him a gift for the elegant and handsome man. A bit of coldness was added to his face.

"Are you really wanting to go there when you are my lord? But the calamity of the ninth turn is actually a love calamity!" A thin layer of anger appeared on the face of Daojun Qingwei.

It is better to let Jiuxiao Shenlei chop him to death if he is the dignified Sanqing God to transcend the love calamity!
"Tianjizi has already given this monarch a divination, and the number of calamities should be on the immortals of the upper realms. If you want to break this calamity, only reincarnation is feasible."

Shaoqing: "But Lord Dao, if you go to the lower realm to break the calamity, who will be in charge of the Three Heavens?"

Daojun Qingwei glanced at Shaoqing: "Isn't there Da Chi and Yu Yu? Don't worry, you just take care of Yuqing Palace, as for other things, they will take care of it."

"When is Daojun going to leave?" Shaoqing asked again, his eyes full of worry.

Daojun Qingwei pondered for a while and said, "Three days later, at the time of the hour."

In the Soul Burial Abyss, Feng Qingyu's body was still falling.

After passing through the star-studded space, it continued to fall.

The spot of light dissipated, leaving nothing but boundless darkness.

The darker it goes down, the thicker it gets, and the temperature around it becomes extremely low.

The extreme darkness, the extreme cold, and the extreme sense of emptiness.

　Tips: Humans die as ghosts, ghosts die as scorpions, succulents die as hope, and despairs die as barbarians; wishers and barbarians are invisible, silent, empty, and conscious.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)