"You finally woke up?"
A voice sounded in the bottom of my heart.
Ning Changjiu slowly opened his eyes.
The light falling from the sky shone into his pupils, and time seemed to resume its speed little by little with the arrival of the light. Ning looked at the gray and faintly bright dome for a long time, and his consciousness finally woke up little by little.
The blood on his white clothes has dried, and the wounds on his body have become scabbed. He is surrounded by extremely finely polished sand, and half of his body is trapped in it, like a buried fossil. .
Ning Jiujiu covered his head and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.
The voice that spoke came from his body, and the gender of the voice could not be distinguished. Ning thought about it for a long time before he remembered that it was the voice of the spirit of the Sword Sutra.
"Where is this..." Ning Changjiu coughed a few times and struggled to get up from the fine sand on the ground. He had a splitting headache, and his head felt like a poisonous needle had been passed through, and the pain continued.
"Are you really fooled?" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said angrily: "This is the bottom of the abyss! You, the old man and the snake fell in together."
"Old man..." Ning thought about it for a long time. In the southern wilderness, the last scene rushed into his mind like lightning. Master Hanchi laughed wildly, the head of the Nine Infants fell to the surface, and Lu Jiaojiao screamed in despair with tears on his face... These images are hard to get rid of, and once they are remembered, they keep replaying them like nightmares.
After a while, Ning Jiujiu finally calmed down.
"Where did Master Hanchi and Jiuying... go?" Ning asked for a long time.
The spirit of the Sword Sutra said in a cold voice, "Look behind you."
Ning Jiujiu felt a chill coming from his back and turned his body little by little.
The young man's pupils shrank, and he immediately put his hand on his waist, trying to draw the sword, but after a short search, he found nothing.
In front of his eyes, a pair of withered, wrinkled pupils were staring at him, frightening all his gaze. After withdrawing his sight, Ning Jiujiu finally saw its full appearance. It was a big, dry snake. It seemed to have been exposed to the scorching sun for hundreds of years. There was no trace of moisture in the skin. The original pebble-like scales were now. It also looks like the dried shell of a soft-shelled turtle. The scales are still sunken inward. The whole body looks like a deflated rubber ball. It can be imagined that the flesh and blood in it has almost rotted away, and those protruding , the steel-hard bones slowly turned into fine sand, gradually blending with the flat sand surface.
"This is..." Ning Jiujiu breathed out slowly: "Jiuying?"
After he finished speaking, he noticed that there was a rotten sarcoma between the two pupils. There were fragments of clothes on the sarcoma. That was the mutated corpse of Master Hanchi...
There are no headless gods at the bottom of the abyss. What awaits them is just a desert with no boundaries. In this desert, the law of time remains. In the power of time, the bones of Jiuying have spent countless years, and together with that madness Thoughts faded into ashes.
Together they rotted, collapsed, and turned into flowing sand.
"Marie... Where is Lu Marion?" Ning Jiujiu's heart tightened again. Although at the last moment, he slashed out a sword and cut off the tail of the Nine Infants she was holding, but with Lu Marry's character, it was very likely that Will jump down. If she jumps down...
This terrifying thought appeared in Ning Jiujiu's mind.
He knew that although the bones of the Nine Infants in front of him were in the same place as him, in fact, there was more than a hundred years between him and this Nine Infants
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sneered: "What's the use of worrying? Even if you are alive now, can you get out of here?"
Ning Jiujiu lost his breath.
He looked around, looking at the vast sky and the endless sea of sand, just silently hoping that Lu Marry would not come down.
"Why am I still alive?" Ning looked at his hands for a long time. His skin was just a little dry, with no trace of decay.
The Spirit of Sword Scripture said: "I'm also curious, why are you so lucky?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "This cannot be explained by good fortune."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture agreed: "So I am even more curious, what is your origin?"
Ning remained silent for a long time. He gradually remembered the records about the Southern Wilderness that he had read when he was reading in the library.
After experiencing Linhe City, in order to explore the origin of the Southern Wilderness Abyss, he read many related classics, and even some legends
It is said that the founder of Yujian Tianzong once descended into the abyss and left relevant books.
And that Patriarch is an expert above the Five Paths.
Only practitioners with godhood or above the five paths can be accepted by the abyss. Ning Jiujiu also thought of this record and read it silently. Then he stood up and looked around. The sand under him was too fine and soft. Every step you take will sink your feet into the sand, and it takes a lot of effort to pull them out.
He came to Jiuying's corpse and looked at its countless wrinkled pupils. There was a rusty sword inserted between the pupils.
That is the fairy sword Minglan.
This sword was also too old to be used. When he ran his fingers over the sword's blade, the fine rust on it fell down like snow.
Ning Jiujiu pulled out his sword, and in the process of pulling out the sword, the other half was directly broken into Jiuying's pupils.
"Help! Help!"
When Ning Jiujiu pulled out his sword, a loud cry for help came from the sword.
"Xueyujun?" Ning Jiujiu frowned, remembering the demon bird that was once sealed in this sword, and said, "Are you still alive?"
"Ning..." Mr. Xueyu heard the voice and was so excited that he trembled all over: "Ning Jiujiu... No, no, Uncle Ning! Uncle, are you the one sent by God to save this little one? Ah... I... I'm going to die, please save me quickly. .”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How can I save you?"
Mr. Xueyu said anxiously: "This sword is almost rotten... I am hiding in the core of the sword now. Birds can barely live here. You... do you have a new and intact sword? You still claim to be a broken sword." As for the fairy sword, I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I found... "
Ning Jiujiu felt noisy when he heard it, so he pulled out the sword, took it with him, and said: "I don't have a sword with me. Both Jiuying and Hanchi are dead. You are lucky to be alive."
Mr. Xueyu said anxiously: "But I will die sooner or later if I continue like this... Uncle Ning, please think of a way. If I hadn't attacked you in the imperial city, would you and Zhao Xiang'er have such a stable relationship... "
"?" Ning Jiujiu was shocked, thinking that you almost killed everyone, now you dare to take credit for such a thing
He had the urge to bury the sword in the sand and let it watch him die bit by bit.
Xue Yujun cried and called his mother: "Uncle Ning, your wife promised me that she would find a new body for me after killing a hundred demons and release me... You and your wife can't break your promise! And the little one I sincerely repent, please don’t abandon me."
"Daughter-in-law?" Ning Changjiu's expression suddenly turned cold.
Mr. Xueyu's heart trembled, and he thought to himself, could it be that he was calling the wrong person again
It was debating whether to change its title, but saw Ning Jiujiu tied the broken sword around his waist and said calmly: "Be respectful, that is my master."
Lord Xueyu understood, and secretly cursed in his heart, "Why are you pretending to be in the desolate desert with no one around?" He agreed with a smile on his face: "Yes, Master, Master, thank you, Uncle Ning, for saving your life."
The spirit of the Sword Scripture looked down upon Lord Xueyu's groveling and groveling, and said, "Let's get out of this desert first."
"Which direction?"
"You decide for yourself."
"Then let's go north." Ning Jiujiu said subconsciously.
"Hmm...why don't you move?"
"Which way is north?"
“…”
Ning looked at the gloomy sky for a long time. It was like layers of gauze. There was a faint light behind the gauze. There was no sun in this world, so those faint lights filled the whole world.
Ningjiu didn't want to stay still for a long time. This would make him feel like he was surrounded by unknown dangers.
He began to walk around the desert, looking for any exits or walls, because Madam Bai once clearly told them that she climbed up bit by bit from the bottom of the abyss...
Since Mrs. Bai can go out, it means that this is not the real place of death.
Ning Jiujiu walked for a long time, and he didn't feel tired, but the hope in his heart dimmed a little bit.
This desert was boundless, with no end in sight. It was like he was walking through an endless ocean, and the whole world was just vast sea water.
But fortunately, he never saw the bones of Jiu Ying again, which meant that he was not in the same predicament as a ghost beating a wall, at least.
Always moving forward.
only…
"How could there be such a huge space under that abyss?" Ning Jiujiu expressed puzzlement.
Before entering the abyss, he had glanced at it from the corner of his eye. It was a huge, circular lake-like area, surrounded by black planes that seemed to hang down with countless fine straight lines.
The lake is indeed huge, but how can it be as boundless as the sea
Ning Jiujiu thought of Zhang Chengyu's scroll world. He pondered for a while and looked around, trying to find some clues similar to the rules.
But this world is nothing but sand.
Ning Jiujiu had no choice but to rely on his feelings and walk alone in a certain direction.
"Something's wrong..." The spirit of the Sword Sutra suddenly spoke out inside his body.
Ning Changjiu paused slightly: "What's wrong?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "Have you noticed that the sky seems to be getting further and further away from us?"
Ning Jiujiu raised his head.
Because there are no sun, moon and stars above, coupled with the layers of gray and white, it is easy for people to make visual errors and find it difficult to judge the distance between the sky and themselves.
Ning looked at it carefully for a long time and found that the sky seemed to be farther away from him.
As time goes by, this distance becomes more and more obvious.
Ning Jiujiu's cultivation realm was probably the longevity realm. He wanted to try flying with a sword to approach the sky, but he grabbed the broken sword, but he couldn't fly upwards, as if some invisible force had locked him.
"What the hell is this place..." The spirit of the Sword Scripture was also frightened. It now particularly hoped that a ferocious enemy would emerge from somewhere and have a decisive battle. Either you die or I live, and it will be settled in one go.
Time passed slowly.
The scenery around Ning Changjiu has not changed at all, but the sky is getting further and further away.
Finally, at a certain moment, Ning Jiujiu suddenly discovered that the sand under his feet was also becoming thinner and thinner visibly to the naked eye.
"brush!"
Ning Changjiu's feet were empty, and the sand under his feet suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his body suddenly fell downwards.
Below is another abyss.
It would be a long time before Ning Jiujiu landed again.
He landed lightly on the sand again.
Ning Jiujiu looked up and saw an extra moon in the sky, emitting a gray halo.
Ning Changjiu figured out at a glance that it was not the moon at all, but a round hole, and he fell from there.
This is…
Ning Changjiu simulated it in his mind and said, "This is an hourglass-shaped space."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture was stunned for a moment. Although it was only born a few decades ago, it had also accompanied Yan Zhou to read poetry and books, and it still understood the hourglass as a timekeeping tool. After listening to Ning Jiujiu's words, it had thoughts in its mind. I also sketched the appearance of an hourglass and found that many situations were indeed correct.
"We were standing on the sand before, and the sand was sinking little by little." Ning stared at the moon in the sky for a long time and said, "This should be a container that records time. Now that the upper layer of sand has finished falling, according to common sense..."
Mr. Xueyu looked confused when he heard this.
The Jian Jing in the Qi Sea answered: "It stands to reason that this world should be turned upside down?"
If so, then they will be the first to fall back to the original space, and as time goes by, the sand of the entire world will fall on them!
Buried alive, there is no doubt that he will die...
As soon as this idea came up, Ning Jiujiu saw that the "moon" in the sky began to move slowly.
At the same time, there was sudden movement under the quiet and flat sand surface.
The sand surface suddenly arched up piece by piece, and then cracked like a chicken breaking out of its shell. When night fell, ghostly creatures emerged from the sand like poisonous scorpions. They took on the form of souls. At the beginning, When they met, they started fighting each other fiercely.
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(The next chapter has also been updated!)
(Thank you to the leader Xue Jingling for the reward! Thank you to the cute leader for your support~)