In the cave that extends in all directions like a honeycomb, a voice came from a distant place. The voice sounded like chanting, and the specific content could not be heard clearly.
Ning looked at the gray-white light that was shaking in those caves for a long time, not sure what they were and where they came from.
"What is that?" Mr. Xueyu suddenly shouted strangely.
Ning Changjiu looked along the right side of his waist and found a deeper area on the right.
The entire space is like a tree. The branches extending from the crown of the tree grow densely and intricately, while the trunk is a dark corridor. The corridor is not spacious. The walls on both sides seem to have big snakes crawling across them. It was a linear mark scratched by scales. At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be something staring at him in the deep darkness.
Ning Jiujiu did not immediately walk into the corridor. He walked to the side, opened his sword eyes, and looked into the caves.
Fortunately for him, this space is not like the hourglass world. There seems to be no restrictions on Taoism here, and all of his Taoisms can be used as normal.
He looked at it carefully for a while, but couldn't see anything else except gray and white.
Ning Jiujiu withdrew his gaze, cut off a small piece of his sleeve with his finger sword, and stuck it in.
"It seems like something is eating it!" The spirit of Sword Scripture exclaimed.
Ning Changjiu pursed his lips little by little. He watched helplessly as the sleeves were corroded and decomposed little by little in the gray cave, until only a corner still held between his fingers remained.
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is the same as the original hourglass world, it has the law of time."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture thought of the tragic state of Jiuying's corpse and wondered, "Then why are you okay?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Maybe I have a godhead in my body that can resist time?"
The Spiritual Way of the Sword Sutra: "The four directions of heaven and earth are called Yu, and throughout the ages, they are called Universe. Yu represents space, and Universe represents time. They are one of the two highest powers in the world. What kind of power can resist their existence?"
Ning Jiujiu glanced subconsciously at the black branch held in his hand.
The Spirit of the Sword Sutra frowned and said, "Isn't this black thing some kind of divine weapon? If others say it, I won't believe it, but since it appears on you, maybe it's really something powerful."
Mr. Xueyu also echoed: "This must be Uncle Ning's authority. Now that he has fallen into the world, he has lost his luster."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "Well, it should be the authority of the Sun God. Legend has it that there is a ten-phase kingdom in the sun, and the leader of the kingdom seems to have disappeared."
Lord Xueyu shook his head and said: "I don't think so. I think Uncle Ning might be the reincarnation of the great god in charge of the laws of the universe, and now he happens to have returned to his own cemetery. Otherwise, how could he be immortal along the way?"
Ning Jiujiu knew clearly that he was not the reincarnation of a great god at all, but just an unknown and unknown seventh disciple. At first glance, there were six more powerful disciples than him, excluding the master whom he had only met once...
Ning Jiujiu put this seemingly indestructible branch into it little by little.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture and Lord Xueyu also held their breaths and stared at the gray and white space.
After a long time, Ning Jiujiu pulled out the branch, stared at it carefully, and carefully touched the upper end with his fingers, but found no trace of corrosion.
"It's really a divine weapon!" The spirit of the Sword Scripture sincerely praised: "I think my body is also an ordinary ancient book. It seems that the artifact cannot be judged by its appearance, and it is true that it is rotten and indestructible."
Ning Jiujiu glanced at the dead branches with his sword eyes and asked uncertainly: "Is this really the case?"
Ning thought for a long time, threw the dead branch aside, and slowly stretched his fingers inside.
Mr. Xueyu said: "Uncle Ning, don't let your thoughts get away from your corpse and three lives!"
Of course Ning Jiujiu didn't dare to take too bold risks. He just let a small part of his fingernail touch it and took it back after a moment.
Sure enough, when he didn't hold the branch on his body, he seemed to have lost some protection, and the edges of his nails were instantly corroded.
Ning Jiujiu quickly picked up the branch.
"So it turns out that it's not Uncle Ning who is born with magical power, but this broken branch that is showing off his power?" Mr. Xueyu clicked his tongue in wonder.
The spirit of the Sword Scripture also asked: "What is its origin?"
Ning stared at it for a long time, and couldn't help but recall that it was covered with moonlight, shining brightly like a divine sword and piercing his chest. At the other end of the dead branch, the dreamlike shadow swayed in the wind.
This was when he fought with the snow fox possessing Ning Xiaoling, and after the creation of the unsightly virtual realm, he felt connected and pulled it out directly from the space in front of him.
This should have been left in my body after Master killed me.
But what is her intention in doing this
Ning Jiujiu turned this dead branch that could not be instilled with spiritual power, and suddenly looked surprised and said: "It... seems a little different."
"Different? How is it different?" Mr. Xueyu opened his cross-eyes and looked at it seriously.
Ning Jiujiu said: "It... seems to be a little brighter?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture also stared at it, and didn't notice any clues at first, but after hearing what Ning Jiujiu said, it felt a little brighter.
Ning Jiujiu had a guess in his mind. He stretched the dead branch into the gray rolling cave again. This time he stayed for a long time.
When the dead branches were pulled out, the upper ends of the dead branches were obviously glowing with a pale white and shiny light.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture exclaimed: "It can actually absorb time..."
Ning Jiujiu shook off the residue of time at the tip of the dead branch, looked at it again, and found that this time the dead branch had become much more visibly moisturized. If it had been longer, this dead branch might have become like the iron in the furnace. Like a stick, it was burned red, but at that time he was not sure whether his hand could still hold the dead branch safely.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture encouraged: "What are you waiting for? Throw it in for a while and see where its limit is!"
Ning Jiujiu also has this intention.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the deep corridor.
"There seems to be a sound." Ning Jiujiu said.
Mr. Xueyu also said: "It seems... the voice of a little girl."
The spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "Perhaps it is the temptation of the evil devil. The road is so dark, and there is nothing good hidden in it at first glance. If you want to kill the devil, you must sharpen the weapon first! Fill the dead branches first Say it again!”
Ning Jiujiu thought it made sense. He put the dead branch into it and gently turned it over with his fingers.
After a while, he looked towards the corridor again: "She seemed to be calling for help."
"Call for help? Do you think women are stupid? How can there be someone in this place! It must be evil and evil." The spirit of the Sword Scripture said firmly.
Ning couldn't be sure for a long time, and then he felt a little burning sensation on his hand.
"It's over." Ning Jiujiu said, pulling out the dead branch, looking at the shiny gloss at the tip, and said, "It will be counterproductive to absorb it any longer."
As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the corridor.
This is the only exit here.
"Excuse! You must have heard the little girl's cry for help and couldn't help but want to take a look." said the Spirit of the Sword Scripture.
Lord Xueyu also said worriedly: "Uncle Ning, you must be careful, don't let our Highness become a widow."
Ning Chang longed not because of the sound coming from there, but because this was the only way.
He walked along the dark corridor to the end, and finally knew what was staring at him.
At the end of the corridor is a stone wall with a huge statue embedded in the stone wall.
Ning Chang flew a little higher with his sword, and finally saw the full picture of the statue.
It was a huge monster wearing an imperial robe. The dragon robe was like a broken banner. The painting on it was not a real dragon, but a kind of python holding a candle. The fingers extending out of the big sleeves looked like The blackened tree beard, behind it, the throne looks like black crystal and a blade, blooming in a scallop shape.
The most important thing is that this monster in imperial robes has no head!
"Headless God?!" Ning Jiujiu blurted out.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "In legend, the headless god was decapitated, but judging from this mural, could it be said that the god was born without a head?"
Ning Jiujiu guessed: "Did we accidentally break into his divine kingdom?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "Practitioners above the Five Paths have the opportunity to enter and exit the Kingdom of God. After all, the Lord of the Kingdom of God is the main god who guards the world. Generally, he will not be too restrictive on this matter... If he is really the Lord of the Kingdom, we Just leave when the time comes.”
Ning Jiujiu said: "What if it's an evil god?"
There was silence for a moment.
After he said these words, the statue on the mural seemed to have grown eyes, staring at him through the dark gauze.
Ning Jiujiu immediately averted his eyes.
Another voice came from behind the mural.
Like a girl's cry.
Ning Jiujiu followed the sound and searched, and then saw a protruding stone trough on the top of the headless god. Connected behind the stone trough was a terrifying head like Shura Yaksha, and this stone trough looked like , like its tongue.
There is a row of words engraved on the top of Yaksha's head. These words are not some obscure ancient writing. Ning Changjiu read it twice before recognizing it: "With his blood, can you summon my soul?"
Blood
Ning Jiujiu thought of the scene in the hourglass world where the souls went crazy after seeing blood, and wondered whether blood had a special role here
He hesitated, cut his palm, clasped his four fingers together, blood dripped down, and then flowed into the stone trough.
After a while, the entire mural made a rumbling sound.
The stone trough was retracted into the head, and then the entire head cracked open in the middle, revealing a deep corridor with water faintly swaying in the corridor.
There was only one way in front of him, and he was not allowed to make any choice.
Ning Jiujiu took a look at Zi Mansion and found that the Golden Crow was still sleeping. Otherwise, he could let it out to explore the way.
There were intermittent voices coming from the front. The language was very vague and he couldn't quite understand it. But in this environment, the presence of human voices was also a great psychological comfort.
Ning Jiujiu walked over.
He placed the iron branch in front of him, fearing that the stone path between his heads would suddenly close.
He walked through the stone path and everything was fine.
After leaving, the stone path behind him also closed.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and realized that there was an identical head on this side, with a long stone groove that looked like a tongue sticking out.
The stone trough is in the center of the stone gate.
In front of it is the abyss that glows like water.
Ning Jiujiu walked forward, and then felt his body floating.
The cry kept ringing in my ears, getting closer and closer.
At the end of the road is a curtain of silver-gray light.
On the opposite side of the light curtain, there were faint moving shadows.
He pressed his hand on the light screen and then crossed over.
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(The next chapter has also been updated!)
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