"I don't have anything else to do, so I'll take my leave first." Mu Cheng handed over.

Although he jokingly calls himself a real messenger, this kind of life is still relatively comfortable.

A monk just wants to rob, and when faced with a golden elixir monk delivering a message, he will think about whether it is worth it.

In addition, it is backed by Guxian Tower.

At least it's very reassuring in terms of safety.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit returned the favor with a smile and said, "I would also like to thank you fellow Taoist."

After the two exchanged polite words, Mu Cheng walked out of the mountain gate of Wanfa Sect and disappeared into the distance in the form of light.

The deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit took out the token and clicked it on it, and the true seal of Wanfa Sect suddenly appeared. The above-mentioned merit document recorded in detail the friendship and contribution of the owner of this order to Wanfa Sect.

The deputy peak leader nodded slightly: "So it's him."

Throwing out the jade slip in his hand, the jade slip envelope turned into a stream of light and flew into Canglan Peak.

After putting away the token, the deputy peak master unlocked the spell on the jade slip and looked at it in detail.

…

Master Canglan, who was practicing, slowly opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes converged.

He waved to find the jade slips hovering in the sky, and murmured in confusion: "Senior brother, why are you sending letters on the jade slips when we are only a few feet apart?"

"Huh?" Master Canglan was surprised.

This jade slip letter was actually decorated with exquisite small formations, but the moment his energy first came into contact, the small formations were like weathered earth and rocks, and finally turned into wind and sand and slipped away along the gaps in his palms.

"Is it possible that senior brother's formation skills have improved and he came here to show off to me?"

In a joking mood, Master Canglan opened the jade slip letter.

The originally cheerful face gradually disappeared as his eyes moved, and even turned into a expressionless and gloomy face.

Master Canglan couldn't help but think of that day.

He didn't have many disciples.

Among them, some died on the road of cultivation, some died while going out to perform sect tasks, and some were burdened by their families because of their wasted cultivation. The few disciples he had high hopes for were not up to par.

Therefore, Master Canglan's eyes will inevitably go to his disciples.

Ding Xie is undoubtedly a very good seedling, and he is already in a false mood.

After settling for a year and a half, taking the spiritual objects that assist in forming the elixir will definitely be able to condense the golden elixir and become a golden elixir monk at Canglan Peak.

…

That day.

Times were pretty good.

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow spreads over the peaks, leaving only a ray of light on the horizon.

He is the same as he is today.

Practice meditation and seek to improve your own cultivation.

I just felt a strange yet familiar breath appear on Canglan Peak.

Under uncertainty, he flew out of the cultivation cave and appeared at the Zuofeng Dojo. He met a person, the Golden Pill monk. At first, he was pleasantly surprised because he could clearly identify the person's Qi.

It is his good disciple Sun Dingxie.

He also did not expect that Ding Xie, who had returned home for a while, would come back and become a golden elixir monk.

The remaining radiance fell on Ding Xie's body, making it look a bit dazzling.

But then Master Canglan lost his mind.

Staring at Ding Xie's back blankly, his consciousness spread out, searching back and forth, and finally landed on Ding Xie. He was horrified and whispered: "Where is the soul?"

Immediately, the tone of voice was much higher than before: "Where is the Yuan Shen!"

Perhaps after hearing his master's call, Ding Xie turned around, his face pale and livid, his eyes darkened and clear. When he opened his mouth, his words were a bit sharper, like an ancient demon.

The robe is in tatters, and rusty iron feather scales can be seen growing on the body.

His chest was rising and falling continuously, and his five internal organs seemed to be separated from life and squirming in it. Three filthy divine lights behind his head converged into a halo and attached to his head.

Ding Xie bowed and said, "Master."

He tugged at the torn sleeves of his robe to cover his withered palms and the sharp scarlet nails.

The master of Canglan Peak, Grandmaster of Golden Core, was stunned on the spot. When the disciple who had high hopes appeared in front of him again, he was still in this strange state, even he found it difficult to accept it.

"Cang Yun, something big happened to your apprentice!"

On this day, the roar of Master Jindan resounded throughout Canglan Peak.

At that moment, Taoist Master Cangyun flew up to the dojo on the cloud fire and almost fell to the ground. Then his eyes widened and he was about to reach out and touch Ding Xie.

Ding Xie took half a step back, shook his head and said, "Master."

Taoist Cangyun slowly put down his hand and said with a forced smile: "It'll be nice to come back."

"You don't have to be afraid when you go home."

While I was talking, two tears had already flowed down my face.

Taoist Cangyun knelt on the ground with a pop, grabbed the ground with his head, and begged: "Master, please save my disciple."

Grandmaster Jindan stood there and closed his eyes.

If he could save him, he would have taken action long ago, but he couldn't see what kind of evil method his disciple was using, let alone why even the Yin Shen with his soul condensed disappeared.

To put it bluntly, Ding Xie, who was standing in front of them now, was already dead.

It's a living corpse.

Even the great monk Yuanying couldn't bring him back to life. How could he, a master in the middle stage of the golden elixir, accomplish such a feat?

Faced with his disciple's pleading, he was helpless.

He could only comfort him softly: "Cang Yun, there will always be separation between life and death in this world. As a monk, you should be more open-minded."

"Master, Master is right."

"It's my disciple who is unfilial."

"I have failed my master's training and expectations."

Ding Xie couldn't bear that his master, who was more than a hundred years old, knelt down and begged for help on his behalf.

Even if he is begging for his own master, his Ding Xie’s master.

At that time, he could have forcibly stopped his cultivation progress. Even if the breakthrough failed in the end, it was just the accumulation of time in the future. He was still young and his future prospects should be good.

However, there is no regret in the path of spiritual practice.

Ding Xie felt that he was beginning to forget the past.

He forgot a lot.

This weird change made his body become more powerful. If he could only be considered a middle-class player at the same level when he broke through the golden elixir that day, now his strength has reached the top.

The most important thing is that the originally damaged and dried Dantian has recovered a lot and even condensed mana.

The body begins to practice involuntarily.

And go one step further.

His cultivation loosened, his strength increased, and his body became strange.

These changes made him panic.

The three filthy divine lights behind his head turned into a falling moon and illuminated his body. Lin claws and feathers grew out of his body. Severe pain came from the five internal organs in his chest from time to time, as if the five internal organs had become sperm and had a consciousness of its own.

The scales are falling off, and the feathers are woven into a robe covering his body.

His body is completely different from before.

This made Ding Xie feel scared.

If he completely forgets who he is and transforms into a demon, he doesn't know what his body will become.

But in the end, he wanted to end up as a human being.

Even if you already know that you are facing death.

Master Canglan didn't see this, but Ding Xie's master did. He saw the fear in his disciple's eyes, just like a child's natural fear of scary things.

…

Master Cang Lan slowly opened his eyes.

Later, he investigated what happened in Beiluoshan. Although Beiluoshan blocked the news, Wanfa Sect's intelligence agency was very strong, so he still analyzed the clues.

"Yin Shen is missing, he should know something."

Master Canglan restrained the divine light in his eyes.
To be continued...