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Chapter 18

After the little adventure, the two barely stood still on the iron ladder.Shoulder to shoulder, heels stacked, eyes facing each other.I don't know what Feng Zhangjun is thinking, but Lian Zhuxian's ears are already slightly red.

"That..." He thought for a while, but decided to explain, "Actually, you don't have to come to help me. Because this is the fantasy world. If necessary, you and I can levitate in the air."

After saying that, he let go of his hand and jumped lightly to the outside of the iron ladder.Sure enough, it lightly stayed in midair for a while before falling back to the ground.

"Just now I just forgot that I was in an illusion, so I reacted instinctively."

After listening to his explanation, Feng Zhangjun did not judge, but asked a "sharp" question: "Then you are still afraid of flying on a crane?"

"Who would fly to such a high place without incident!"

Lian Zhuxian blurted out his defense, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that his "ugliness" when he was flying in the sky had already been clearly seen by Feng Zhangjun.

Just when he was upset, Feng Zhangjun also walked down the iron ladder.

Afraid to look at him face to face, Lian Zhu Xian began to find nothing to say: "Have you guarded the furnace before?"

"Yes." Feng Zhangjun nodded, "But at my time, it was stipulated that two people must be on duty together."

"Then you have also seen the scene inside the furnace? Have you heard those voices?"

There is really no need to answer this question, Feng Zhangjun asked Lian Zhu Xian: "How does the Five Immortals view the matter of reincarnation?"

"Reincarnation?"

Lian Zhu Xian chewed these four words: "We believe that a complete person has both soul and soul besides the body. After death, the soul leaves the body, seven of which will slowly disappear, and three souls will be put into conception. In the woman's womb, complete reincarnation."

"It's similar to the idea of ​​the Central Plains." Feng Zhangjun nodded, and continued: "The three souls of a person are in charge of the natural spiritual consciousness; and things such as morality, love, memory, and even the mana cultivation of monks are all attributed to the seven souls. In other words, all the things stored in the soul are the essence acquired and absorbed by human beings. When life ends, these things will be returned to the world, and they are also the source of Guizhen Pill."

"Yuncang practiced alchemy, but he was actually practicing soul?" Lian Zhu Xian told the truth.

Feng Zhangjun turned to the tall and majestic cauldron again: "These ghosts and monsters torture and kill innocent people in the world, and they should be punished. We will bring them back here, refine their souls, eliminate their sins, and then put the pure three souls into Reincarnation is the original meaning of the word Guizhen."

Just as he was talking about this, he saw that Huaiyuan had also climbed down from the iron ladder.He turned around and fetched a stack of talisman papers, probably to start to seal the furnace mouth.

"It's a different approach than the current process."

Feng Zhangjun approached Huaiyuan, observed his movements, and quickly frowned: "No, he has blood on his hands, which will contaminate the spell."

Lian Zhuxian also moved closer to Huaiyuan's hand to observe for a while, and sure enough, he found a small wound in the groove of his palm.Presumably it was caused by Zeng Shan's fright when he was carving the wood just now, but Huaiyuan didn't feel it.

"The wound has solidified, so it's okay?"

"No." Feng Zhangjun looked serious, as if he had foreseen the consequences.

Huaiyuan boarded the iron ladder again, came to the mouth of the furnace, and pressed the talisman paper in his hand directly on the original talisman paper.Alchemy Qiqi 49 days, such a seal will have 49 layers.

Despite Fengzhang's ugly words first, things seemed to be going smoothly.After pasting the talisman paper, Huaiyuan returned to the ground, found a corner by the window, and began to carve his wood again.

It was a hairpin, with a cluster of small flowers piled on the head, lifelike, it should be very attractive to girls.

The Ding Furnace Hall fell silent for a short time, only the soft sound carved by Huaiyuan.

Feng Zhangjun asked again: "What is the practice of the Five Immortals Sect like?"

"..."

Lian Zhuxian didn't know where to start for a moment, so he thought for a while before answering him: "We don't have a cauldron, and we don't need to catch demons to practice alchemy. But to officially become a disciple of the Five Immortals Sect needs to pass a series of extremely strict tests. As for After getting started, practice is not difficult."

Hearing that he touched on an important point, Feng Zhangjun took advantage of the situation and asked: "I heard that the novice disciples of the Five Immortals Sect will all undergo a transformation with a different technique to integrate themselves with the gods and spirits of the Sect. What's going on?"

"...There is no strange magic, it's just a metaphor." Lian Zhuxian shook his head without thinking: "Achieving a dialogue with the old gods in meditation—isn't the Jade Qingzhen King Ceremony at Yuncang Peak similar? means?"

Feng Zhangjun obviously didn't believe Lian Zhu Xian's words, but there was no point in continuing to ask, so he simply fell silent.

Suddenly cold, Lian Zhuxian coughed lightly, looked at Huaiyuan who was quietly carved in the corner, and then looked at the cauldron furnace not far away, his face suddenly changed.

"Not good!" He pointed to the high furnace mouth: "How could it become like that?!"

Fengzhangjun's worries are becoming a reality - Huaiyuan's newly pasted charm has changed from light yellow to scorched black, and the black spots are still spreading around.

"Blood stains give the demons in the furnace a chance to take advantage of them. If they are not replaced in time, something serious will happen."

Feng Zhangjun's voice was flat, as if he was just narrating a trivial matter.

Finally, all the talisman papers turned into a mass of scorched black, and peeled off silently into ashes.Immediately afterwards, the furnace cover began to move up and down, once, twice...

Fortunately, the brass bell fixed to the edge of the furnace lid made a manic sound——

Huaiyuan raised his head in horror.

Almost at the same instant, a burst of black air shot up into the sky, instantly breaking open all the eight large locks hanging on the furnace body.The heavy furnace cover as tall as a person was lifted to the ceiling by the black air, and then fell down heavily!

The furnace lid fell to the ground, bricks and rocks crumbled, and there was a loud noise.Even though he was just a bystander in Xiangpei, Lian Zhuxian still felt a buzzing in his ears, and couldn't hear other sounds clearly.

Amidst the loud tinnitus, he was dragged by Feng Zhangjun to a side corner, and continued to watch the horror that followed——

Naturally Huaiyuan was also frightened by the loud noise, but he had some emergency training after all, so he quickly dropped the wood and turned around to fetch a sword leaning against the wall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was startled by the second loud noise that rushed towards him.

The cauldron fell down.The inhuman molten liquid in the hearth all flowed to the ground at this moment.

There seemed to be a thousand faces in it, and a thousand mouths making a thousand different voices.However, in an instant, these thousand faces rose into the sky at the same time, turning into a thousand ghost images, echoing in the hall!

rush out!Get outside!

Amidst the noise, there seemed to be countless ghosts shouting in unison.However, when they flew to the gate, they touched the spell hidden in the door panel.

The big golden net lights up and bounces them back mercilessly.

But ghosts are tricky after all.

The heavy furnace cover soared into the air again, releasing a huge destructive force the moment it collided with the door.

The door panel was smashed, and ghost shadows roared out.But just after flying to the eaves, it was stopped by the charm of Yingluo hanging from the eaves.

Looking inside the cauldron furnace hall, Huaiyuan was struggling to wield that sword, like a clumsy child playing with a net to catch insects.

"There are too many, he can't clean them up alone." Feng Zhangjun shook his head.

Sure enough, before waving Huaiyuan a few times, he was already out of breath.And it wasn't until then that he remembered that there was one more thing that could be used in an emergency.

Those are the police ropes hanging from the four corners of the Cauldron Furnace Hall. If you pull any of them, the copper bell in the bell tower on the rock wall will ring.Guards from far beyond the rock walls will come to their aid.

Huaiyuan didn't even care about the sword in his hand, and rushed towards the nearest police rope in three steps at a time.

However, while he was grabbing the police rope, there was also a ghost grabbing him—more precisely, grabbing his arm.

"……I see."

Even though he knew the ending long ago, Lian Zhu Xian still couldn't bear it for a moment.

Just a few steps away from him, Huaiyuan's right arm was torn off from his body!

At that moment, the blood shot up to the sky and splashed on the surrounding ground, attracting countless ghosts to lick it.

Huaiyuan, who was reduced to a living sacrifice, just slumped in the corner stupidly, staring wide-eyed at his stump being sucked away bit by bit, turning into a pile of dead bones covered with skin.

The scene began to blur again.Lian Zhu Xian heard the footsteps of many people, running all the way from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, everything seemed to be sucked into a vortex and plunged into a pure black nightmare.

The scene change this time was too sudden, and there was no time for Lian Zhu Xian to confirm Feng Zhangjun's position.

He waited in the dark for a while, but there were no new scenes around him—this was obviously not right, anyway, he had to find Mr. Fengzhang first.

Lian Zhu Xian took two steps forward in the dark, ready to call someone.The mouth is opened, but there is no sound at all.

More than that, he clapped his hands again, but no applause could be heard.

What surrounds him is not a simple visual darkness, but an even weirder "nothingness".And how did this nothingness slip into Huaiyuan's memory?

Lian Zhuxian recalled that in the past, he occasionally encountered some unrealistic scenes in the process of peeping.They are the self-enclosed inner world of the parties after suffering a major shock.

However, the inner world he has experienced in the past is often filled with harsh noises or strobe lights.Only Huaiyuan is nothingness.

Perhaps this nothingness is what Huaiyuan fears, and it is his vague memory of being trapped in the pile of corpses.

After figuring out this meaning, Lian Zhu Xian calmed down.In any case, Feng Zhangjun is somewhere in this void, and he must be found as soon as possible.

So Lian Zhu Xian stretched out his hands, groping forward.

After walking about twenty steps, his fingertips finally touched something—it seemed to be a human robe.

Unable to see, hear or inquire, Lian Zhuxian can only perceive with his hands.He gently pressed his palm against the opponent's robe, and slowly moved up.

The fabric is very smooth and high-quality, very similar to the robe of Yun Cang on Fengzhang Jun, and you can even vaguely feel the dragon and crane pattern on the silver thread.

But wait a minute... Lian Zhu Xian was suddenly not so sure again.After all, he didn't have such a thorough research on fabrics, so he should explore in a more comprehensive way.

So he continued to grope upwards cautiously.

Sliding across the suspected tight waist and abdomen, the touch under the palm began to widen, flexible and firm, and slightly undulating.

It's the chest.Lian Zhu Xian's brain suddenly became dull.

He struggled to think: If it was Feng Zhangjun, this height should indeed be his chest.But if you want to be very sure, maybe you should touch the facial features more carefully.

He persuaded himself to accept the idea with great ease, and continued to move up, fingers lightly sweeping the neck, cupping the man's jaw.

With a thin layer of gloves, the body temperature and touch became less real.But anyway, it's okay to take off the gloves if you're in the fantasy world.

Lian Zhu Xian was thinking in a daze, when he suddenly felt the other party move.

Immediately afterwards, his hands were held by another pair of hands.

It was pitch black all around, and there was no sound at all. Lian Zhuxian couldn't hear the other party's movement, and the only thing he could feel was his heart beating.

Suddenly he had a very strange feeling - something was close to his cheek.

Immediately afterwards, there was a faint warm air blowing by his ear, plucking his earlobe.

what is that?

Lian Zhuxian blinked, and couldn't help wanting to get closer to the air current.

But who would have thought that a glaring light suddenly projected from directly in front of him, instantly dyeing the pitch black into a frightening snow-white——

The author has something to say:

Feng Zhangjun: Lian Zhuxian, let me ask you, where are you touching?

Lian Zhuxian: My hand, touch here, your chest muscles are big

Huaiyuan: Burn to death!All those who showed affection in my memory were burned to death! !

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On the second day after the accident, the Yuncang faction issued the "Investigation Report and Rectification Instructions on the xxx Accident", and in the following 200 years, it has also made more regulations on the safety and operating procedures of the Ding Furnace, so there will be no more There have been accidents like Huaiyuan.

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After Lian Zhu Xian touched Feng Zhangjun, he secretly touched his own chest, suddenly a little angry.

It's not as big as Feng Zhangjun! ! ! !