C149 Six Clans of Lingyan

"No wonder someone would go berserk." Wang Baoyu seemed to have understood something.

"Master, perhaps you don't think that the Medallion is important, but to those beast races, it is still a rare treasure." Lil 'White said.

"Hehe, that makes sense. One day, I might even be able to meet the Great Ghost King!" Wang Baoyu smiled.

"Even if we don't use it, we might be able to sell it for a good price in the future." Lil 'White scratched his head and thought of a problem. He said with a puzzled expression, "That's weird, but there's no trace of the Great Ghost King in the Ghost Clan's underground prison."

"Why not? There are images and a poem in the mirror. "

"Hehe, in any case, I don't see you. I only see your shadow, so it's pretty sad." Lil 'White felt a little awkward.

Wang Baoyu was confused again. Just what was going on? Why was it that only he could see the moving image?

"Master, if there really is an image in the mirror, it must have been created using a spirit soul. The Great Ghost King can definitely do this. But, why can you see it? I don't understand, Master is already very strange, different from normal people. " Little White did not think that Wang Baoyu was lying to him.

With so many new concepts in mind, Wang Baoyu asked again, "What's the difference between a spirit soul and a soul?"

"The difference is too great. Souls are called the same, but spirit souls are only possessed by supreme experts of the Ghost Clan. They surpass the soul." It is said that only people with extremely deep grievances will give birth to a spirit soul, and that spirit souls will cause the Ghost Clan to become corporeal. "

"He looks like a human?" Wang Baoyu was stunned.

"That's right, if we were to meet a real Ghost Clan, we would have no choice but to run. It would not be inferior to a Returning true cultivation base." Lil 'White reminded him.

"What the heck are you running for? You're no different from a human, how can you tell?"

"It can be seen that there are no soul cores. Or perhaps it could be said that they are originally a gigantic soul core. "

Hearing this, Wang Baoyu couldn't help but laugh, "Little White, I also don't have a soul core, so wouldn't I be able to scare people by pretending to be a ghost?"

"It's not the same. You also have a fake one, at least it has the scent of a human."

Having gained a lot of knowledge, Wang Baoyu suddenly thought of the Demon Lord of the eighth step and asked, "Does the Demon race also not have any soul cores?"

"No!"

"Then how can we distinguish between demons and ghosts?"

"This is even simpler. Back then, the demons were like the Celestials, high and mighty, possessing a proud bloodline. So, they never bother to hide their demonic qi. " Lil 'White explained very clearly.

"That's right, does the Asura Race not have any soul cores?" Wang Baoyu asked again.

"Of course not, they are not humans, nor ghosts, nor gods, nor demons. They are brave and fierce, and also an undying existence. They can be said to be invincible." Lil 'White was not lacking in praises.

"Didn't you say that the gods would die as well? Could the Asura Race be stronger than gods? "

"Master, you can't speak too truthfully. The Asura Race's death is also relative. They were able to be killed. It was only after many years that they reappeared out of thin air. It is precisely because of this that the Asura Race's reproduction will always be a major problem.

The six great races of the Spirit Spill Continent were divided into the human, Buddhist, demon, demon, ghost, and Asura races. Wang Baoyu already knew just now that he had seen humans, demons, and demons, and ghosts.

According to Wang Baoyu's scattered memories, the number of believers in Buddha was not small. However, after arriving here, other than the ten-thousand-year-old giant turtle knowing that there was a Golden Top Dhuta on its back, there was no other trace of Buddha.

The Buddhist family took responsibility of living through all lives, and was at loggerheads with the devil. Could it be that the Buddha here had also changed its flavor?

"Little White, the Buddhist must have a soul core, right?"

"Everything is different here, I think! At first there was, but then it became the sariras. "

Mentioning the sariras, a vague image appeared in Wang Baoyu's mind. It was always a crystal pearl that was as red as blood.

Following the traces of this bead deep into his memory, he found out that a girl wearing a monastic robe had died a scrawny death. She had been set on a fire, leaving behind some beads.

Then, another image suddenly appeared in his mind. A woman wearing a monastic robe sat silently facing the stone wall. Her white hair fluttered in the wind, and she was like a stone statue.

The white-haired monk woman seemed to have felt Wang Baoyu and slowly turned her head. Just as she was about to see clearly, her memories stopped once more and she lost all her clues.

Alas, these abominable memories! Not too far away, not too close, not too far away, not too clear, endless.

Wang Baoyu hit his head and controlled his chaotic thoughts. He stood up and sat down cross-legged, and sank his Qi into his dantian, entering the state of cultivation.

Little White was also very quiet. It closed its eyes and laid there. The hair on its body became brighter and brighter. It was because it absorbed the spirit energy again.

The next morning, Wang Baoyu walked out of his room. Qiu Hong had already packed up and was waiting for him. After hanging up the sign to close the restaurant, the two flew in the direction of Redwater Bay.

"Little brother, your speed is too fast. Wait for me!" Qiu Hong was still unable to catch up to Wang Baoyu even after using all her Zhen Qi, and was gasping for breath as she shouted.

Wang Baoyu's actual cultivation was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and he had even practiced the Wind Walk. He thought that he had already slowed down as much as possible, and was still much faster than Qiu Hong.

There was no helping it, they could only walk. As the two of them chatted, they didn't feel bored at all.

Half a day later, they arrived at the trading market near Redwater Bay. Inside the market, there were all kinds of materials for demon beasts. People came and went, and it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Wang Baoyu gave Qiu Hong a mid-grade spirit stone and told her to buy some Bright Eyes Tea for him. He then casually bought a few cheap animal bones and took the opportunity to inquire about Miao Zong's situation.

If you couldn't just listen to one person's words, then you might make the wrong judgement.

Miao Zong was a good person. He never relied on his influence to bully others, and his tax revenue was also very low. It was this trading market that supported most of the cultivators on the island.

Qiu Hong came back very quickly with a big sack on her shoulders. She said that she had already bought all the tea leaves here.

Wang Baoyu nodded in satisfaction. He took the sack and placed it in his storage bag. Seeing the large sack disappear into the small bag, Qiu Hong couldn't help but feel envious. She praised this was a good item.

Qiu Hong consciously returned the rest of the spirit stones. Wang Baoyu gave her a piece, which could be considered as an errand fee. He then put the rest back into the bag.

Even so, Qiu Hong repeatedly said that this reward was truly too much and that she felt guilty about it.

Redwater Bay, the battlefield of the Sea Demons. Wang Baoyu was very interested in this. After exiting the market, he immediately took out a white flying magic tool from his storage pouch and jumped onto it.

Qiu Hong was dumbstruck as she looked at the exquisite little boat that was inlaid with high-grade spirit stones flying through the air. She had never heard of such a wealthy person on the Western Returning Island.

"Sister Qiuhong, come up!" I'll take you for a spin. "

"This is too presumptuous!"

"It's okay, come on up! Let's go up to the sky and have a good look at the Crimson Water Bay!" Wang Baoyu warmly greeted.