The storm gradually calmed down.
The dark clouds dissipated, the night was still there, and the distance where the sea and the sky were connected revealed a bright light. Wherever they shone, the sea was vast and nothing, only the broken ship they were on.
The boat is not small, it is still a two-story building boat, and there are faintly carved window ridges on it, but after a long time, even the window paper is gone.
The hull is slightly inclined, as if it will sink to the bottom of the sea at any time, and the movement of the sea water hitting the hull is constantly heard, which is very rhythmic, making people drowsy after exhaustion.
In such a rare calm, there is strangeness everywhere.
Obviously it is the sea, but it is called weak water.
The huge seventh-level abyss seems to be the only two of them. Since every abyss has its owner, the seventh-level abyss should also have its owner. Where is its owner
Chang Ming couldn't be sure, is all this in front of him another fantasy, or is it real
He looked at the glazed golden bead staff in his hand.
In the previous experiences, he did not carry this Zen stick with him. Does it mean that he has completely left Jinghu
Jiuzhongyuan is indeed mysterious and magical, no wonder it is as famous as Huangquan.
If Huangquan is full of death and despair everywhere, Jiuzhongyuan hides deadly danger under the magnificent.
The former makes people nervous all the time, but the latter makes it easy for people to take the initiative to step into the tender land of death.
Crunch, crunch.
Not harsh, but very strange noises came from the depths of the cabin.
Like a mouse gnawing at wood, and like the groan of some ancient part of the ship overwhelmed.
Chang Ming likes to turn passive into active. After sitting for a while, feeling that his physical strength has recovered a little, he got up and walked inside.
The arm was caught by the sea of clouds.
Yun Haidao: "I'll go first, you follow."
After thinking about it, he added, "I've never been here before."
Chang Ming was noncommittal, watching Yun Hai walk into the cabin first, only to feel more and more strange in his heart.
Is this still the villain whose temperament has changed drastically and spared no effort to pit him
He wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.
The two entered the cabin one after the other.
The smell of staleness came over me, and the golden pearls on the top of the Zen stick circulated, illuminating a corner of the cabin.
Bones, cobwebs, crumbling furniture, and even food that was moldy and stiff on the table before it could be eaten.
The wooden boards under their feet creaked as they stepped, echoing the movement in the depths of the darkness.
Yunhai's reaction was also very straightforward. He grabbed it directly from the void, with an extra long sword in his hand, and swiped in the direction of the cabin. Sword energy surged, and the cabin was blasted open, incidentally illuminating the dark corner, dozens of mice. Disappeared.
The crunch just now really disappeared.
Changming bent over to look at the cobwebs.
Under the light of the golden beads, the spider web has an almost green luster.
With a flick of his finger, a strong wind came out, and the cobweb swayed, but it didn't break.
"What are you looking at?"
"A spider web. The spiders that make the webs should not be ordinary spiders. Who is the owner here?"
"Fu Xiaoshan, it is said that his mother is a demon, his father is a human, and he has half-demon blood. But Ruoshui is not well-known in Jiuzhongyuan, because Fu Xiaoshan rarely shows up in front of people."
Chang Ming: "In Jiuzhongyuan, there seem to be many such half-demon monks?"
Yun Hai snorted: "They are not allowed to live in the world, but Jiuzhongyuan is their paradise. It is said that Fu Xiaoshan was infatuated with a woman in his early years and wanted to live outside with her. Later, some changes happened, the woman died, and he did not If you go, you will become the Lord of Weak Water."
Beside the cobwebs, there are scattered white balls, big and small, as round as pearls.
The finger wind pops out, and the ball rolls around like a pearl.
The Zen stick is used as a lamp by Changming, and it shines on the ball, which is really shiny and cute.
Chang Ming lowered his head to observe, and asked: "Jiuzhongyuan is haunted by demonic energy, so most of the people who can endure here and become the final winner are people with half-demon blood?"
Yunhai: "No, it's because they have nowhere to go after leaving Jiuzhongyuan. The world is big, and it is also the world of people, not the world of aliens."
Chang Ming's outstretched hand stopped halfway.
"Fellow Daoist Yunhai, since we met at the beach, you have always been sneering and sarcastic. It seems like this is the first time that you have spoken like this, but you are really like my old friend."
"What is your old friend like?"
This is also the first time Yun Hai took the initiative to ask.
Previously, he had always resisted Yun Weisi in Changming's mouth, and was unwilling to admit the common ground between the two.
Chang Ming said: "There are many diligent and hard-working people in this world, but there are very few people who are talented and willing to work hard. What is rare is that he is focused by nature and can dedicate his life's energy. Not under me. Among the four apprentices, he is the most qualified and the one who has followed me the longest."
Yunhai: "Then why did you expel him from the division?"
"I didn't expel him from the door, but I exiled myself from the door."
Chang Ming's tone was light.
"Everyone's path is different, and the apprentice doesn't necessarily have to follow the path that the master has walked. He is suitable for focusing on the peak, but my ambition is very large. I want to summarize a hundred schools and form a family of their own. For the sake of conspiracy, then they parted ways completely."
Yunhai: "But you still turned against each other."
Chang Ming said a lot, and his throat got itchy. He coughed twice.
"That's another story."
Yunhai: "Do you regret it?"
Chang Ming laughed: "I have never regretted anything in my life."
If there is any regret, it is...
Crunch, crunch.
The voices of the two stopped.
This time, the sound did not sound from the position just now, but came from the cabin on the next floor.
Yun Hai walked down the gangway first, and Chang Ming followed behind.
Black, thick and irresistible black.
The golden beads on the Zen staff actually seemed to be limited in scope, and could no longer illuminate the area as before, but could only stay about an inch or so around the beads, and even the back of the sea of clouds in front could not be illuminated.
There's weirdness here.
These words appeared in their minds at the same time.
Yunhai narrowed his eyes and slowed down.
There was no sound, even breathing and footsteps seemed to be absorbed by the darkness.
"Fellow Daoist Yunhai."
Chang Ming wanted to remind him to pay attention to whether there was a formation under his feet, but got no response.
"Daoist Yunhai?"
He stood still, listening to the sound.
No sound, no movement.
But the quieter it is, the more unusual it is.
A hand stretched out from behind, silently, and put it on his shoulder.
Chang Ming slid forward abruptly, turning around with his Zen stick and sweeping back!
The movement of hitting the heavy object, the opponent counterattacks with a palm, the Zen stick bounces back, and the opponent retreats with a groan.
"Glazed Golden Bead Staff?" He heard a question from the other side.
Chang Ming: "Fellow Daoist Chen?"
"Fellow Daoist Changming?!" Chen Ting's voice instantly became pleasantly surprised.
He ran over, and was close at hand, Changming raised his Zen staff, and it was Chen Ting as expected.
"Why are you here?" Chen Ting was not only surprised, but also a little excited.
"I came down from the upper deck with Daoyou Yunhai." Chang Ming said.
Chen Ting was suspicious: "What deck?"
Chang Ming asked back, "Where did you come from?"
Chen Ting smiled bitterly: "It's a long story."
After Yunhai took Chang Ming and jumped into Jinghu, the remaining few people started to quarrel.
The disciples of Shenxiao Immortal Mansion attributed Xu Jingxian to the Yunhai gang, believing that they wasted He Qingmo's sacrifice, and also said that a demon cultivator is a demon cultivator and will never be able to bear his responsibility.
Xu Jingxian, the dignified peak master of Lingbo Peak, is also a man who calls the wind and the rain outside. How can a stinky hairy boy say that about himself, and he immediately takes action and shoots that person into Jinghu.
This is a complete chaos, Guan Xiashang did not dare to fight with Xu Jingxian, so he had to turn around and run under the bridge. At the bottom, Jinghu changed from scorching flames to turbulent waves, followed by violent storms above, and a triangular dragon suddenly appeared in the water, attacking the two. Chen Xu and the two had to temporarily join forces to resist the evil dragon. Huge waves swept away.
"I have come to an inexplicable country, where all the feudal lords and officials are women, and only the lowly and lowly servants are men. I have lost my cultivation base there, and I have no power to restrain the chicken, so I can only control the sun. Running away is really absurd... Later, they found my hiding place, they threw me into the prison, and when I woke up, I found it here."
Chen Ting's words were vague, as if there was something unspeakable, and Changming didn't ask any further questions.
Everyone's experience is different.
Some monks may sink into a lifetime and cannot extricate themselves. For these people, whether it is an illusion or reality, there is no difference. Just as the Buddhists say, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, dream bubbles, like dew like electricity.
Even Chang Ming, he is not sure that he will completely break free from the shackles of the dream now.
To be able to combine these illusions and dreams, the original creator must be a genius of formation and illusion, because he not only combined what he learned with the topography of Wanshen Mountain, but also made full use of the junction between humans and demons. The chaotic characteristics of abundant spiritual power eventually turned Mirror Lake into the most mysterious place in Jiuzhongyuan.
In Chang Ming's memory, there is indeed such a person, but he died a long time ago, in the formation method he invented.
Crunch, crunch.
In the dark and unknown place, the uncomfortable sound came again.
Chen Ting immediately stopped talking and listened carefully.
He could feel Changming's breath beside him, which made him feel a little at ease.
It's not that I'm afraid of this place, but after so much experience, it's always good to have an acquaintance to go with me.
In his eyes, although Chang Ming is a loose cultivator, his words and actions are at least much more reliable than the eccentric He Qingmo and Xu Jingxian from the Demon Sect.
Chen Ting clenched the long sword in his hand.
This is the only magic weapon that he has not lost in countless dreams, because this sword is bound to their hearts and souls when they worship the teacher. It is also their heart sword. The stronger the heart, the higher the cultivation base, the deeper the spiritual power, and the greater the power of the sword.
The sword in his hand is slightly hot, this is the heart sword's warning to him, indicating that there is a very dangerous existence ahead.
Chen Ting stopped.
He's not an ignorant brat, and he doesn't lack enough patience. He can wait until the enemy emerges from the darkness, instead of jumping on it recklessly.
He could feel that Chang Ming thought the same way, and the other party even deliberately slowed down his hidden breath just like himself.
Chen Ting was very satisfied, which meant that he did not see the wrong person.
Crunch, crunch.
Chen Ting closed his eyes and listened to the sound to identify the position.
The sound is getting closer.
Slowly, but moving in their direction.
Is it a rat, a bug, or what
Chen Ting tried to judge the opponent's form from the movement.
In his imagination, it should be a praying mantis.
There are many demons and monsters in Jiuzhongyuan. No matter how outrageous things are, Chen Ting, as a famous disciple, has been fully psychologically prepared, and it is impossible to scream in fear like ordinary people.
He opened his eyes suddenly!
The sword light was so prosperous that it could see three feet of the whole body.
Then, he saw two hands.
Two women's hands.
Slender, fair and tender.
The fingers are as slender and graceful as the spring willow leaves.
Such a pair of hands should not have appeared in such a place.
The nails on the hands are very long, and every time they are stretched forward, they will be deeply embedded in the plank.
Crunch, crunch.
This sound is made every time the nail is inserted into the floor.
At first glance it sounds like a mouse is eating wood.
Chen Ting didn't even think about it, a sword light slashed over!
These white, tender and beautiful hands actually avoided it nimbly, and the nails were pulled out from the floor in an instant and grabbed at Chen Ting!
Chen Ting dodged sideways, and the sword light slashed out three times, instantly piercing the darkness and silence around him, and also illuminating the scene behind the hands.
A woman with disheveled hair, naked and crawling on the ground.
But, this is just her upper body.
Her lower body was wrapped in white spider silk, and a large bundle of dense spider silk tightly wrapped her lower body, and finally connected to the abdomen of a colorful giant spider.
Chen Ting was shocked!
What shocked him was not the size and weirdness of the spider, but at first he thought the woman was a victim of being entangled by a spider, but upon closer inspection he realized that she had merged with the giant spider, and her lower body was actually spider silk. , she is not a victim driven by the demon spider, but a part of the spider itself.
His breathing was suddenly heavy, but he didn't hesitate to shoot. He jumped up, captured the thief and captured the king, and stabbed the giant spider's abdomen with his head!
The sword energy exploded into a dazzling ray of light, and the giant spider, which had raised a huge sickle-like foot and smashed it on its head, seemed a little afraid of the light, and shrank back and started to retreat.
Chen Ting's sword lights fell on the giant spider and the woman respectively. The latter did not scream, just hissed, and followed the giant spider to shrink inward. Chen Ting was chasing after him, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong. All went well, the monster retreated as soon as it hit, and it was like a bait instead.
White silk threads were quietly pulled from all corners, sticking to his clothes and hair.
These spider silks are almost transparent and difficult to detect in a dark environment. Chen Ting also found out when he felt restricted in his movements that his body had been firmly stuck and fixed in the middle by the spider silks. These spider silks were extremely strong and even Chen Ting called out the real flame of the fire talisman and could not burn it off.
"Friend Changming!"
He couldn't help crying out for help, while commanding the sword light to cut off the spider silk on his body.
But these spider silk wildfires can't be burned and reborn in the spring breeze. After being cut off by the sword light, they will quickly regenerate and stick again. He simply can't get out of his body to deal with the giant spider.
The woman took the opportunity to fly up, her hands bent into claws and stabbed at his skull!
The giant spider also found his embarrassment, and approached Chen Ting again, and the stench followed.
In the light of the sword, Chen Ting watched as the blue-light flickering spider feet raised their heads and slammed down.
Chang Ming also did not respond.
He couldn't help but despair, thinking that this time was completely over.
what! ! !
Screams sounded.
It was not from Chen Ting, but a woman whose fingernails were about to be inserted on top of Chen Ting's head.
The woman was slammed back into the giant spider by the Zen staff, and the giant spider couldn't bear the huge impact, and fell back with the woman.
Chen Ting saw Changming.
The latter was lurking not far away, hiding his breath all the time, waiting for the giant spider to focus on Chen Ting before he was surprised.
"Sword come."
Chang Ming said, and then stretched out his hand.
Chen Ting's Lone Moon Sword hummed as if responding, and after a while, it suddenly flew up and fell into Changming's hands!
The sword light is prosperous!
One-handed stick, one-handed sword.
Chen Ting's Lone Moon Sword is not an ordinary weapon, but a saber that was given to him by the master himself and followed him for decades.
But now Chang Ming can not only drive him, he can also ban him. The Lone Moon Sword is in his hands, just like his own sword, and he can do whatever he wants.
Chen Ting was stunned.
He stared blankly at the Lone Moon Sword that "backed the master", completely forgetting that he was still being controlled by spider silk.
Suddenly, Chen Ting thought of another question. Changming was able to use the glazed golden bead stick, which means that he may have some connections with Buddhism, but Buddhism has always been a little bit intolerant. Why can this person drive the sword of Daoism
Are the loose cultivators of these years so hidden? !
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Small theater unrelated to the text:
Chen Ting: What did I miss? ! This year's loose repair is so powerful?
Xu Jingxian: Oh, I was surprised by you 800 years ago.
He Xiyun: Oh, I was surprised by you eight hundred years ago.