Zhuo Bufan was dead. This time, it was a quick death. Or it could be said that Shang Xingdao gave him a quick death.
In fact, even if Shang Xingdao didn't kill him, he would probably commit suicide and load. He wouldn't let Xiao Mei die in vain.
Shang Xingdao had helped him!
Once again, he returned to the save space. Three white doors stood majestically in front of his eyes.
The three save situations in front of him were: Nameless Mountain, Dormitory, and Mass Grave.
According to the timeline, the save file closest to Zhuo Bufan's death was the dormitory.
The save file in the dormitory was saved on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. However, that save file couldn't be read.
Because Shang Xingdao had already mastered that talisman, the twelfth lunar floor team was almost completely wiped out. Even Lan Miaoren was dead.
Therefore, the best save file was Nameless Mountain!
The save file in Nameless Mountain was saved by Zhuo Bufan before he decided to enter the Yang world.
"Fortunately, I saved this file in time."
Zhuo Bufan was very glad that he didn't overwrite the save file in Nameless Mountain.
As long as he returned to that time, then all the tragedies wouldn't have happened! Shang Xingdao also hadn't mastered that talisman. The twelfth lunar floor also hadn't disturbed that mysterious woman with the mirror.
Thinking of that woman, Zhuo Bufan was inexplicably flustered.
Zhuo Bufan was very clear that that mysterious woman was a character that he couldn't kill no matter how many times he loaded.
Shang Xingdao called her Mirror Master. Her identity was something that even the dead didn't have the right to know.
"I can't provoke that woman yet. I have to kill Shang Xingdao without anyone knowing."
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan slowly walked to the second save file door. Then, he pushed the door open and walked out slowly.
How to get rid of Shang Dao without anyone knowing was a problem, and a very serious problem at that.
…
When Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting on the stone platform on top of Nameless Mountain.
Looking up at the sky, the sun was bright and beautiful.
"What a bright and warm light!"
Feeling the sunshine, the bright and beautiful light swept away Zhuo Bufan's worries.
One had to know that after today, there would be annoying rain. Therefore, he had to cherish today. Zhuo Bufan had already decided that today, he would enter the Yang world!
"Xiao Mei, come out!"
Looking down at the four plum Blossom marks on the back of his hand, Zhuo Bufan, he called out.
A's Xiao's, Xiao, Xiao Mei's name's's Xiao, Xiao, Xiao's's appeared's, Xiao, Xiao.
"Smelly Extraordinary, why did you call me?"
Xiao said Xiao said said, said Xiao.
"That's great, that's great."
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Xiao Xiao Xiao, Xiao't.. was, Xiao be, Xiao Of't't.'t '' '' '' ''s/
's't '' '''s''s... to the neck neck neck.'s neck neck neck.
"Let go of me, you bad guy. How dare you molest me. I'll bite you to death!"
Xiao Mei naturally didn't know what Zhuo Bufan was feeling at the moment. In her opinion, Zhuo Bufan was molesting her.
However, she felt Zhuo Bufan's''s''s''s''s''s' '. Xiao Mei, who had been biting Zhuo Bufan's neck, slowly let go.
Then, Zhuo Bufan also let go of her. There seemed to be tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I was rude."
"It's nothing. I'm just going to practice. I need you to protect me."
The smile on Zhuo Bufan's face was very warm. He was a little happy and comfortable.
Looking at Zhuo Bufan's silly smile, Xiao Mei also sat down cross-legged. Holding the wine gourd, she sat on the ground and snorted.
"If you want to practice, just practice. Why are you hugging me? You're so annoying, Xiao Bufan. "
Xiao Mei muttered. Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan touched Xiao Mei's head and said.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan took out a calming incense and stuck it in the familiar spot. Seeing that the sun was about to rise, he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
"Phew …"
"On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I said that the way to practice the Heavenly Illumination Scripture is to have a firm mind so that the soul will not be afraid of the sunlight. Capture a wisp of pure Yang from the sunlight. "
Recalling what he had said to himself on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he thought to himself.
"Soul, out of body!"
Then, Zhuo Bufan's soul slowly drifted out of his body. Then, he sat cross-legged on top of his head.
The moment his soul drifted out of his body, an intense pain was transmitted to his soul.
It was as if he had fallen into a pot of oil and was being fried in a sea of fire. The scorching energy was eating away at his body and soul.
However, this time, Zhuo Bufan did not even let out a groan. He gritted his teeth and forced his soul to endure the scorching heat of the sun.
With a firm mind, he did not want to give up like last time.
Last time, it was because the pain was too much. There was only one thought in Zhuo Bufan's mind, and that was to end the pain as soon as possible.
It was because of that thought that he failed to enter the Yang state.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it was said that the so-called Pure Yang was not just the Pure Yang at noon. Only with a firm mind could one reach the true Pure Yang state.
As Zhuo Bufan's mind became firmer and firmer, beads of sweat began to slide down his forehead.
After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of air. That breath of air was filled with hot energy, and it distorted his face.
Soon, with his firm willpower, Zhuo Bufan's Divine Soul began to adapt to the painful burning sensation.
However, the pain was everywhere. It felt as if his palm was being roasted in a red-hot iron pot.
It could only be said that Zhuo Bufan's adaptation was because he was already numb to the pain. He no longer had that feeling.
When his soul gradually adapted to the scorching heat of the light, he could proceed to the most crucial step — Yang Capture!
"Yang Capture!"
Suddenly, the black soul above Zhuo Bufan's head raised its hands to the sky. A ray of golden light fell from the perfectly round sun and poured into the top of the soul's head.
That was the ray of Pure Yang at the third quarter of the afternoon.
The moment the golden light touched the soul, the pain became hundreds and thousands of times worse than before.
"Ow ow ow …"
Zhuo Bufan let out a series of low growls that sent chills down one's spine.
However, amidst the pain, one could clearly see that Zhuo Bufan's soul was actually beginning to form blurry facial features and skin. It was no longer as black as before.
"Not good, there's not enough time."
Just as Zhuo Bufan was trying his best to reach Yang Capture, he suddenly saw that the Peacefulness Incense on the ground had already burned out.
The ray of Pure Yang golden light above his head instantly disappeared. The blurry facial features that had already appeared also disappeared. Finally, it returned to its original black appearance.
"Damn, the time to reach Yang Capture was too slow. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and I would have succeeded."
When his soul returned to its original position, Zhuo Bufan slammed his fist on the ground. He appeared extremely regretful and dejected.
A quarter of an hour was also fifteen minutes.
If he couldn't reach Yang Capture within fifteen minutes, then he would have to start all over again.
Even though Zhuo Bufan worked very hard, was very determined, and endured the pain of the Burning Sun, he still failed.
Zhuo Bufan's head drooped. When Xiao Mei saw this, she didn't know what to say.
From her point of view, Zhuo Bufan had already worked very hard. She could see the pain that Zhuo Bufan had just endured. It was definitely not a pain that an ordinary person could endure.
"No, I have to reach Yang Capture. I have to reach Third Layer Divine Soul. I have to understand that talisman before that old crook."
She originally thought that Zhuo Bufan would be depressed. She didn't expect that he would be able to pull himself together so quickly.
"Then let's continue tomorrow. Don't you only have fifteen minutes a day?" Xiao Mei said from the side.
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said, "Tomorrow, I can't wait until tomorrow."
Zhuo Bufan knew very well what kind of weather tomorrow would bring. He could only reach Yang Capture today. He could only succeed today.
"But you already have no chance." Xiao Mei said.
"Chance?" Zhuo Bufan lowered his head and gritted his teeth. A look of determination flashed across his eyes.
Then, he reached out his hand and summoned the Thousand Evils Sword from his storage ring. Then, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and looked at the sharp blade.
Zhuo Bufan held the sword horizontally and placed it against his neck.
"Opportunities are exchanged with lives."
Pfft!
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