Chapter 1 Soul Collection

The dark clouds rolling all over the sky are pressing on Tianming City, surging and rolling, like countless ghosts standing on the sky for half a day, staring at this ancient city.

The wind swept through, and there was a scene of killing in Dengjiazhuang outside Tianming City. This is not because of the upcoming storm, but because of a funeral that the Deng family is about to face.

The Deng family is a member of the Wang family in Tianming City. The family's house covers an area of 100 mu, with a magnificent population of nearly 1,000 people. There are many martial arts masters in the clan, and Deng Zhaohua, the patriarch, is one of the top figures in the whole mainland. In this world where the strong are respected, the Deng family's words and deeds play an important role.

So in the small Tianming City, the Deng family naturally has an unquestionable right to speak. It is not too much to use the word wind and rain.

But today, this powerful family must also succumb to the arrangement of fate. Because Deng Xi, the eldest grandson of the Deng family, who is only 18 years old, is about to last this night.

Deng Xi is the direct grandson of Deng Zhaohua. He has been extraordinary and intelligent since childhood. The practitioner's biography of Taixuangong entered the world quickly. At the age of 14, he was refined into the fourth layer of the airway and entered the realm of condensation. It has not only far surpassed other children who are still wandering in the second level among his peers, but also close to many second-generation uncles. He is regarded as the natural heir of the Deng family in the future.

You should know that in the whole continent, people who can reach the fifth level of the nine-layer realm of the airway can establish a sect and shock one side. Many people may not be able to reach the fourth level throughout their lives. And Deng Xi, a teenager, has easily completed such a breakthrough. No wonder it is enviable.

But it is regrettable that at the age of 15, a strange emergency suddenly knocked Deng Xi down. No matter what kind of medicine stone could cure it, even Deng Zhaohua's eighth-level airway realm, nearly 100 years of Taixuangong cultivation, could do nothing about his strange disease. Only the thousand-year-old Zizhi collected by the Deng family hangs his life.

Deng Xi has been ill since then, and his practice can only be put aside. Every day, I am accompanied by a couch and books, and I have been lying down for more than three years.

In the past month, Deng Xi's condition has been deteriorating. He could occasionally sit up, but now he can only lie down and moan.

At this time, after Deng Zhaohua checked Deng Xi's pulse, he couldn't help but look gloomy. He stepped out of Deng Xi's bedroom, looked at the dark clouds before the storm, and sighed gently, "Zhengming, you'd better get ready."

Deng Zhengming was Deng Xi's father. As soon as he heard this, he knew that he was going to prepare for his son's afterth. In an instant, his eyes turned red and he almost shed tears. How many people can experience the grief of white-haired people sending black-haired people?

In the bedroom, Deng Xi smiled indifferently at this time. Although Grandpa did not say anything in front of him, his own body knew that what should come would always come. After lying down for three years, it was time to be relieved.

Suddenly, a white light flashed outside the window, followed by a thunderbolt, but Deng Xi's eyes suddenly darkened at this time, and everything finally left him.

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In confusion, Deng Xi only felt that his body seemed to float up and involuntarily moved out of the window.

"Is I dead?"

He looked back and saw that his body was still lying on the bed.

"Yes, I'm out of my soul and I'm going to the underworld. But I don't know where the soul messenger is? This fashion does not appear, and he is not afraid of the king of the oravil beating him to delay his errands.

Deng Xi has always been an optimistic person. After lying in ** for three years, he has long been very open about life and death. The only thing he is reluctant to take care of his parents and grandfather for 18 years.

His soul floated out of the door and saw his grandfather and father, who were still relatively silent. At the time of his new death, his soul could not control his body for the time being. He could only make a kneeling thought in his heart. After laughing, he continued to float out.

When he left the courtyard, he found that he could control his body, so he wanted to turn around and walk to his mother's room to make a final goodbye to her. As soon as he passed through the outer wall, he saw Mrs. Qi and his son Deng Drive, who were hurriedly coming through the corner door.

Deng Xi and they were also very familiar with each other and had a good relationship with each other. Seeing them coming to see themselves, they sighed in their hearts. After silently, they wanted to move forward.

But at this time, he only heard a shocking thunder above his head. Deng was shocked by the thunder and couldn't help trembling. Because he was crossing the threshold at this time, he was scared and tripped over the threshold and almost fell down.

Deng Xi laughed dumbly. His half-brother has always been timid, but it is also a little strange to be scared like this by the thunder. Anyway, he is also a person who has been practicing since childhood.

Sure enough, as soon as Mrs. Qi saw it, she cursed in a low voice, "Little rabbit, is it so promising?"

Deng drove and immediately said submissively, "Mom, aren't I guilty?"

Deng Xi was curious when he heard this. What's wrong with this brother? Is it so empty that even a thunder can scare him?

"What is virtual?" After looking around, Mrs. Qi said in a low voice, "It's not your hand, and it's not your turn. And isn't it all for you that you did this? Otherwise, when will it be your turn? Can you compare with the qualifications of the young master?

When the words entered his ears, Deng Xiton felt a huge shock in his heart: "What does this mean? Does Deng want to compare with me? Compared with what? I have been ill for three years, and I have been a useless person in the Deng family. Although he is not a genius of practicing, he can already beat the rest among his peers. Why do you still say so? Do you mean..."

Before he could figure out the connotation of this sudden explosive news, the mother and son had crossed the moon gate and walked into the courtyard.

Deng Xi was stunned and didn't know if he should continue to follow and eavesdrop on their conversation. While hesitating, he suddenly felt a gloomy voice behind him: "The time has come, and the soul has returned to its place. Come with me."

Deng Xi knew that this was the appearance of the enchanted messenger, but his mind was still in the dialogue between Mrs. Qi and his son at this moment, and there was no response to the sound behind him.

"The time has come, come with me!" The voice behind him was raised again, and there was a little displeasure in his words.

Dun Xi turned around at this time. But as soon as he saw the man in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Because this man is dressed in yellow, with a burly figure and white hair, he does not look like the legendary soul messenger at all. Instead, he is like a profound monk. But if it weren't for the underworld, who could sneak into the Deng family without being found?

"Who are you? Why did it appear in my house?" He said anxiously.

The man sneered: "Ask me? Naturally, I'm the one who came to get your soul.

Deng Xi frowned and said, "To hook up the soul? Are you the soul messenger?

Hearing this, the man laughed and said, "The soul messenger? Do you think that only the soul messenger can capture your soul?

This person is indeed not a soul messenger, but since he is not a soul messenger, he can see his soul and talk directly. What is the magic power of this person? As far as he knows, even his grandfather does not have such ability.

In an instant, his mind was suddenly shocked and immediately remembered something.

"Is he a ghost refiner?"

In addition to the most common martial arts monks, there are also some monks who practice strange arts. Ghost practitioners are one of the least known.

These ghost refiners do not cultivate their true qi by themselves, but they are born with a pair of eyes that can see ghosts. So he collected the ghosts of the world and hid them in the soul weapons to obtain mana, and became their own cultivation method.

However, for hundreds of years, this kind of ghost refiner has not appeared in the world, and most people have even forgotten them.

With Deng Xi's age, he did not know the existence of these people, but because he has been sick all year round and has nothing to do, he likes to find some books to read. Because the Deng family is a martial arts family, his family has a rich collection of books. In addition to the secrets of skills, there are also many idle books and miscellaneous books. Deng Xi couldn't practice, so these miscellaneous books became his favorite.

And one of the travel notes of "Records of the Three Worlds" has been turned over countless times by him. This book is claimed to be written by a high-ranking monk in ancient times. It records many stories and strange skills that he traveled through the three worlds of ghosts and gods, which is wonderful. Among them, this kind of ghost refiner is mentioned.

With this in mind, Deng Xi couldn't help but be shocked!

If you are detained by the enchanted messenger in hell, even if you have to suffer some purgatory, there will eventually be a day of reincarnation. But once it is included in the soul weapon by the ghost refiner, the final result is to be refined by it and the soul is scattered. How can he bear this kind of ending?

What's more, he hasn't figured out the matter of Mrs. Qi's mother and son, and there seems to be a huge conspiracy hidden in it. How can he be willing to leave like this?

So instinctively, he had an impulse to escape. Since the other party is a ghost refiner, after all, he is still a human being. As long as he escapes into the inner house, does he dare to forcibly break into and face his own clan? This is the famous Deng family, and not everyone can be wild here.

But as soon as his body moved, he only heard the other party's sneer, and a strong suction suddenly released from the spiritual pot in the old man's hand, directly covering Deng Xi's soul.

"No!"

Deng Xi roared hard. He knew that this was the ghost refiner's dementor spell, and the one in it was hopeless. But now he is just a small ghost. Even if he shouts, no one can hear him, let alone help him.

In an instant, Deng Xi only felt that his whole body seemed to be tied by iron ropes, getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't move at all. Then, he was pulled back by the force, and soon he was ingested into the spiritual pot. And his sad shouts also disappeared in the mouth of the pot.

"Ky, stop shouting. If you enter my vast universe pot, you will soon lose the memory of this life. Peace of mind, help me refine my energy." After saying this, the old man stuffed the mouth of the pot, patted the body of the pot gently, and laughed, as if he had completed a thing on his mind.