Zi Zaitian looked at the changes in the surrounding scene, and seemed to have not recovered yet, still scratching his head.

"Hey, you're dead, you dare to turn into my lord, how powerful my lord is.

There will definitely be a reaction immediately, little turtle, if you can, kill me now, otherwise I will see how you die.

What's the use of torturing me for ten thousand years? After ten thousand years, my family has long been different from what it was back then.

You turned into what my adults looked like when they were young, and you still want to scare me?"

Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand and picked up Zi Zaitian. Seeing that he thought he had not returned to reality, he slapped the two big pussy bags.

"Are you awake?"

"Let me wake you up, sir. I've never experienced anything. These two big guys just want to scare me. Come on, keep going, work harder."

Yu Ziqing sighed, while Lou Huai watched the excitement and smiled from ear to ear.

"What about the devil, that's all? I can't even tell the difference between reality and fiction, hahaha..."

After receiving a few more slaps, Zi Zaitian hesitated and looked around, then at Yu Ziqing and Lou Huai.

Slowly and completely he recovered, and when he recalled what he was doing, he felt a little embarrassed and wanted to dig out an abyss with his feet.

As a demon, after being attacked, he couldn't even tell the difference between reality and illusion.

It's really a bit embarrassing.

"Sir, I just didn't react for a moment. I fell into an illusion. I was captured by the Demon King and tortured for ten thousand years. He used all his tricks. I just didn't react for a moment!"

"Let's keep walking." Yu Ziqing turned around and continued on his way without laughing.

Lou Huai had no such scruples and pointed at himself.

"I woke up before you."

Zi Zaitian curled his lips, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and got into Yu Ziqing's boots.

Not long after Yu Ziqing walked, he saw a man sitting cross-legged in the wilderness, who had turned into a mummy.

The power on his body has completely dissipated, but the power of the robe is still there and is still intact.

In front of him was a gold book with a few lines written on it.

"Those who come after us should remember that those who covet the fairy grass will not die easily.

If you can see this thing, there is still a chance to turn back.

Go back, that's not fairy grass, it's a place of death."

Yu Ziqing didn't know who this person was, but he probably was one of the people who came in decades ago.

When his life is about to end, he covets the fairy grass and fights to the death.

It's a pity that death is indeed death, and in the end he didn't even see the face of the fairy grass.

As you continue to move forward, you will encounter more and more dead bones.

There are humans, monsters, and demons. Judging from the age, they are all very old.

Within decades, very few.

And most of the relatively fresh corpses were ones that Yu Ziqing had never heard of.

They are all those hungry ghosts who only sense people but don't see who they are.

The number of monsters is actually more than expected.

It's a pity. What's wrong is that I have to covet the fairy grass.

You are crazy if you keep thinking about devouring the fairy grass.

I don’t know how these erroneous messages keep spreading and why so many people firmly believe in them.

Juice said that Immortal Mandala has a bad temper, which is true at all.

Just getting it on the only way has killed a large number of strong people.

Looking at the span of those skeletons, they are tens of thousands of years old at least.

Then why did Immortal Mandala leave here?

You can’t just go out fishing specifically, right?

Then it's not that you have a bad temper, but that you take the initiative to do bad things.

It seems that my own juice is better. In comparison, she is like a lady who is knowledgeable, concentrates on her studies, and never causes trouble.

Yu Ziqing collected the corpses he encountered along the way, so he could only pack them up hastily and deal with them later.

After crossing this dead wasteland, a large river turned into a clear dividing line in front of us.

On the other side of the river, there are flowers blooming full of blood, which are alluring and strange. At first glance, it looks like there are countless pale hands with blue eyes, swaying gently and dancing with the wind.

After a blink of an eye, everything returned to its original state.

"Immortal Mandala, I am the master of the immortal grass pile.

I have helped the story of time go out into the next life.

I came here this time to ask you for a little help."

Yu Ziqing shouted, and his voice echoed into the distance.

The river was surging, and in the countless flower fields on the other side, a gust of evil wind blew by, and large pieces of blood-colored petals fell, and were carried by the wind towards this side.

The petals surrounded each other and changed, turning into pale arms, one grasping the other's arm, intertwining rapidly, turning into a long bridge composed of arms, crossing the river.

It seems very face-saving.

Yu Ziqing cupped his hands, held the old pile whisk in his hand, and stepped onto the long bridge formed by his arms.

In an instant, he saw Zi Zaitian screaming and flying out of Yu Ziqing's left foot.

After landing, even the body shape was somewhat unable to condense, and black smoke continued to emit.

Lou Huai was startled and jumped out quickly. Fortunately, Yu Ziqing moved his left foot first this time, letting thunder flow from the sky.

"Brother, go ahead, we can just wait here."

Lou Huai retreated obediently, thinking that with their status, they were obviously not qualified to be welcomed by the fairy grass.

This is really not someone targeting them.

When Yu Ziqing stepped on the long bridge made of arms, it felt like he was stepping on real arms. A strange and awkward feeling kept emerging.

However, he knows very well that this place cannot be passed by normal methods, and it is definitely impossible to fly there.

When they reached the middle, the long bridge formed by the arms suddenly collapsed and turned into petals.

Yu Ziqing's body fell straight into the river.

No magical powers or floating in the air can be achieved.

I could only watch helplessly as I fell into the river.

When you fall into the river, you don't feel like drowning. Instead, you feel a sense of danger, pressing in from all directions, as if it wants to destroy everything.

Yu Ziqing's thoughts were racing and he didn't know why.

It makes no sense for Immortal Mandala to trick him. No matter how bad his temper is, he would not trick him to death in this way after revealing his identity.

what is the benefit?

The next moment, all kinds of deadly and dangerous auras were poured into his body instantly.

His flesh and blood are constantly disintegrating. No matter how he resists, it has no effect. There is always a force that can disintegrate his resistance.

An hour later, Yu Ziqing turned into a skeleton, still holding the old pile of fairy grass.

The aura of a hungry ghost emerges, filling himself up and transforming him into the appearance of a hungry ghost.

The purest power was consuming his body again.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing could clearly feel that the connection between the Hungry Ghost Path and body refining was constantly deepening.

If it weren't for the depletion of strength at this moment, he would have already begun to break through together.

He didn't say anything, but Immortal Mandala had already started to help?

It was just the method of helping and the speed that caught him off guard.

After a while, Yu Ziqing's physical body shattered, and a drop of golden blood emerged.

Rebirth with a drop of blood, starting from scratch, quickly condensing a new physical body, a complete physical body.

After regaining consciousness, Yu Ziqing felt a little confused as he felt the surrounding environment.

But the next moment, there was a force that forcibly filled in the missing parts after he read the file through an unknown method.

When he understood all this, a force emerged around him and pushed him away.

He was ejected out of the river and landed on a long bridge made of arms.

Yu Ziqing was a little speechless. He was really uncomfortable. Someone was a step ahead of him.
To be continued...