Chapter 2589 (1/2)

How far is Nangong Shiru from the small town to which he flies? Xiao Hua doesn't know, but he knows it's not big.

After sweeping his eyes, Xiao Hua said to Li nianxiao and Yinghuo, ”you two, go and look for it. I have to find a place to get rid of the red spirit first.”

”Martial uncle, be careful!”

Although Li nianxiao believed that Xiao Hua could solve the problem, he was shocked when Yinghuo told him the power of the red spirits.

”Eh ~”

Xiao Hua nodded, and with a flash of body, he flew up from J ǐ y á n's back and fell towards a mountain peak.

Yinghuo is right. The soul of the world of mortals is really troublesome, which is beyond Xiao Hua's expectation.

Xiao Hua thought that with his magic power, he could easily get rid of it even if he was infected with it. But he didn't expect that the pen of seizing heaven's fortune would make a negative impact on him.

Every stroke of magic power, every stroke of murder, is absolutely not nonsense. Xiao Hua feels that the red spirits just spreading on his body have begun to penetrate into his body.

And the infiltration place is the nameless things he got in the secret place of God cicada.

What a success and a failure!

Xiao Hua's body falls down, and first releases the shadow body to keep them on guard. Then he sacrifices Lin Quan's Gao Yi figure and enters the third floor in a flash.

Xiao Hua's body is still sitting in the green willow forest with his knees crossed. Xiao Hua's mind, spirit and Confucian image dare not get close to it. He detours from the side to the green willow.

He sat cross legged under the tree and began to explore.

The mist spread rapidly in Xiao Hua's image of mind, spirit and Confucianism, and it turned into a world like a picture of Yuan's nothingness and energy.

as like as two peas in the mist, Xiao Hua is born in the world.

For Xiao Hua, countless red spirits are countless lives. How can Xiao Hua destroy them?

All he can do is to separate the world from his own image intact!

It's a pity that it's easy to destroy but difficult to peel off!

Xiao Hua's image of the mind and spirit of Confucianism slightly urged Taiji to return to the Yuan Dynasty, which immediately stirred the whole world of red spirits. He could only taste it.

”Alas ~”

Xiao Hua sighed a little, ”the price of kindness is a little high!”

Xiao Hua is very contradictory now. His reason tells him that he needs to urge Taiji guiyuanlu to refine these mortal spirits, and then he can begin to peel off the mist. But his emotion tells him that this is a world with countless lives, and refining these lives by himself is tantamount to destroying a world.

Recalling what he had seen in the mist for thousands of years, and thinking about countless towns like Lu Town, Xiao Hua couldn't do it.

”No, no!”

During this hesitation, Xiao Hua was a little surprised. ”The mist of red spirits has a cycle of birth and death in heaven. After all, there is innate Qi there. But why do these red spirits live and die in the body of poor Taoist? Where do they come from? ”

”Since it is life, there will be reincarnation. How did they reincarnate?”

”Even if these lives are not in the six paths of reincarnation, they must have a beginning, right?”

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Hua suddenly thought of the more obscure ”three lives and all things” in Shuo Pei's secret arts. This part is because it involves reincarnation. Xiao Hua passed on the secret arts to Xue Xue. Now, it's true that there is no reincarnation in the birth and death of the mortal soul, but there is a derivative, which has a great relationship with Shuo Pei's understanding of the secret arts.