The sun and the moon rotate, and the stars move.
Zhou can have lost all sense of the passage of time.
He didn't know whether it was day or night, nor how long he had maintained this state.
His limbs were motionless, because his arms were tightly wrapped by iron cables, which passed through his lute bones, and the two ends were connected to two pillars. He stretched his arms straight and taut, and the blood flowed down from the junction of the chains and the flesh, which had long since dried up.
Since the last time he suddenly burst out with spiritual power, the guards almost couldn't suppress him. The other party had to strengthen the ban, put several seals on him, and planted his half body in this Wanlian Stone Forest, with an iron chain on his upper body. Locked, completely immobile.
Those lotus flowers that seemed to be carved out of stone were crowding around him, and the petals were soothingly retracted under the moonlight, making them comfortable and leisurely.
The petals fluttered in blue light, sometimes condensed and sometimes scattered with Shilian's stretched mood, lingering around Zhou, absorbing his vitality, arrogant and dazzling.
But all their extreme beauty is exchanged for spiritual energy and blood.
Zhou may not die.
He still had a breath, and his mind was even sober.
The physical torture not only failed to make him comatose, but instead kept him awake more and more.
For the first time, he knew that being awake is also painful, because the slightest pain can be magnified by perception, there is no retreat, there is nowhere to escape.
Precisely because he was still awake, all the outside sounds, even the slightest movement, were clearly transmitted to his ears.
In the middle of the stone forest, there is a winding path of sheep intestines, and people will come in regularly, raise the lock soul flag inward, and the souls will fall on the stone lotus and become the nourishment in this lotus pond.
The soul nourishes the stone lotus, and the stone lotus absorbs the essence and feeds it back to the remnant soul in the pool.
Zhou Ke can often hear the screams coming from the pool, one after another, mournful and mournful, not real shouts, but from the depths of the soul, the screams of being forced into a desperate situation, countless voices pour out themselves day and night. The resentment and unwillingness before his death, some didn't even know that he was dead, the remnant still screamed wildly, crying and robbing the earth, and the noise made him restless.
Every few days, someone would collect these remnants and leave in a hurry.
Sometimes more than one person comes, and they communicate with each other. Zhou can rarely hear some voices that are different from the struggle of the remnant soul, and he will always concentrate on listening to a few more sentences.
"Tonight is the Zhongyuan Dharma Conference. Why do you have fewer souls in this banner? Tonight, the Buddha's head will save the souls of the dead. If it is not enough, you should be careful to be blamed."
"Hey, originally a family of six, neat and tidy, who would have thought that the woman was abused like that by her husband's family, and kept saying that she would kill the whole husband's family, so I gave her poison and fulfilled her wish, who knew she would come In the end, she was soft-hearted and regretted, and ate the poison alone. As a result, her husband's man also called her a poisonous woman and threw the body into the wilderness, and I could only collect a soul, not to mention it. Bad luck! I'm worried now that if the Soul Gathering Orb cannot be made in a few days, I'm afraid I will be punished even more!"
"As long as the night is spent peacefully, are you still worried that there will be no living souls to collect at the dharma meeting? Many people follow one after another and want to be met by the Buddha's head."
"That's right... What the hell is going on with this person, just locked here? Not dead or alive?"
"Senior brother said that he used to be a very powerful cultivator, and he kept him as a bait. If someone came to rescue him, he would be caught all at once."
"I don't look very good, or can I be locked here?"
"Haha, you don't know this, right? He was locked up by iron chains, and his spiritual power was sucked away by Shi Lian. It is said that at that time, the senior brother brought someone over to the road and almost fell. Later, it was the master who personally went out and washed his blood. His sect captured people. He is good, and he still has a life, but those disciples of his sect are not so lucky, their souls are all filled in this pool and become fertilizer."
"Then the person who rescued him would be able to throw himself in the net?"
"It seems that the person who saved him is even more important, but the senior brother refuses to elaborate. No matter how powerful it is, it is still a plaything in the palm of the Buddha's head and the Buddha's seat. What are you worried about?"
"I'm not planning for a rainy day! Then again, in this world, unless Wanjian Xianzong and Shenxiao Xianfu join forces, who can get us, Qingyun Temple is full of thunder and rain every day, pretending not to eat the world It's like fireworks, but in Luo Dynasty, can they have the momentum of our Wanlian Buddha Land?"
"I love hearing that, haha..."
The sound gradually drifted away and gradually disappeared.
Zhou Ke moved slightly, and the iron chain rattled softly, in exchange for severe pain.
The other party's words were specious, but he knew that the last word should be Jiufang Changming.
His ghost master, huh.
Zhou can sneer.
How could the other party come
He wished that Jiufang Changming would die, and Jiufang Changming would naturally—
Zhou can close his eyes.
Even if you come, single-handedly, two fists are invincible to four palms.
This place is so weird.
It's not that he has never dealt with Buddhism before, but for the first time, he discovered that the Wanlian Buddha Land is bright on the outside, and inside...
Zhou Ke sneered again, only he could hear it.
The inner part of this Buddha Land is not much better than his Demon Gate.
But he laughed and laughed, but he still couldn't figure out the doorway here, and what the hell these people were doing.
Wanlian Stone Forest, this lotus pond, there are countless resentful souls who died in vain, refining their souls and bewitching people.
"Week is fine."
He opened his eyes abruptly, ignoring the shaking of the chains, and the pain in his muscles and bones.
There are still thousands of ghosts crying and resentment all around.
He suspected that he was hallucinating.
But the next moment—
"Chou can, if you are still awake, just squeak."
The voice came from the sea of consciousness, and he could respond to the other party without making a sound.
"Jiufang Changming?"
"it's me."
"Where are you?"
"I am in your heart."
The other party's slightly playful tone made Zhou Keke want to curse.
He really scolded, swearing, using the most ugly words, venting all the anger and anger over the years.
The strength was quickly exhausted, and Zhou Ke actually didn't have much strength left. He panted and struggled to say the last sentence in the sea of consciousness.
"How far, how far, Jiufang Changming, I don't want to see you again!"
The other party lost his voice, as if he had left completely.
Zhou can breathe a sigh of relief, but he has some inexplicable feelings.
He closed his eyes, preparing to resist the next wave of those stone lotuses.
"After so many years, why haven't you changed your duplicity?"
Suddenly, the familiar voice sounded again, and suddenly exploded in the sea of knowledge!
Zhou Ke opened his eyes blankly, and was stunned for a moment, showing a moment of panic and disbelief.
Perhaps, there are surprises deep in his heart that he doesn't even admit to himself.
He once thought that he had been abandoned. He did not believe in fate, and would rather establish his own business and prove himself right.
But after going round and round, it returned to the starting point.
"Why are you..."
"We're running out of time, where the hell are you?"
Zhou can be silent for a moment.
"I don't know, there are many ghost gates here. I was trapped in a lotus pond. These lotus flowers are carved from stone, but they move. These stone lotuses, the better the stone lotus grows, the more my spiritual power is suppressed, and with this chain, I can't move at all. Even if you come, there is nothing you can do, you..." He paused, and the sarcastic words reached his lips, but became-
"They didn't kill me, just to lure you over, you don't need to be for me..."
"I know."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted directly, and the voice in the sea of consciousness was interrupted, and there was no more text.
Nine, square, long, bright!
Zhou can grit his teeth.
…
Xu Jingxian thought that some kind of monster would suddenly appear in the cave, but there was none.
Everything went very smoothly, and several people walked all the way from the entrance of the cave until they saw the light source.
That's not a spar.
It is difficult for Xu Jingxian to describe the grand scene in front of him.
The entire cave was filled with clear and lustrous spar on the walls, and it was self-evident without light. The purple-blue brilliance was emitted by the spar itself, soft but extremely bright enough to spread to the outside.
The room is full of brilliance, shining brightly.
Not even a mountain of gems can achieve this effect.
Xu Jingxian boasted that he had never seen the world, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
It was stunned for a moment, and it was a flash of God.
When she came back to her senses again, she saw a real grass growing in the corner of the cave, with a cluster of spar on the side, and she could hardly notice it if she didn't look closely.
Xu Jingxian walked over.
What Yun Weisi saw was completely different from her.
He didn't see the hedron.
In front of Yun Weisi is the main peak and valley of Wanshen Mountain.
He was all too familiar with this place.
Clouds and mists were shrouded in front of them, strange rocks were jagged, and demonic air flowed in the chill.
With his back to Yun Weisi, he was a familiar person.
Master? !
His heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but walk closer.
This is the Wanshen Mountain fifty years ago.
This year, Jiang Li, the sect master of Wanjian Xianzong, proposed to build a Liuhe Candle Sky Array in Wanshen Mountain to permanently suppress the demonic energy.
The proposal was approved by several great masters in the world. The six met here to hold the inner formation, and many others volunteered to guard the outer formation.
Yun Weisi has always wanted to know the truth of this matter, what happened in the past, so that even Jiufang Changming was seriously injured.
Now, although Chang Ming is gradually recovering his memory, only this matter is so foggy that he can't remember clearly.
Yun Weisi never thought that he would have the opportunity to go back to the past and see the truth with his own eyes.
More than half of the formation, the hanging lights in front of the six people also burned more than half.
As long as the lights remain on, after another hour, the spiritual power will be poured into the talisman under their feet from the fingerprints they hold. When they reach the center of the formation, the six-square talisman will trigger the formation, the gap will be completely sealed, and the monster will no longer have a way to invade the world.
But it was precisely at this time that the accident happened.
Yun Weisi saw that Chang Ming suddenly turned his handprint and made a reverse imprint. The light in front of him immediately fell to the ground, hitting the talisman under his feet, and the spiritual power poured into the talisman was interrupted, and the other five were affected to varying degrees. Not only that, the master also sacrificed the Four Fei swords and swept towards Ren Haishan, the closest to him.
The seal fell short, and the long-suppressed demonic energy immediately backfired, slanted out, and roared towards the six people holding the formation.
Yun Weisijue never thought that what he saw was so truthful, he hurried towards Changming without even thinking about it.
The latter seemed to have eyes behind his back, suddenly turned around, smiled wickedly, and raised his hand to print at him.
The figure arrived in an instant, Yun Weisi did not dodge or evade, and was directly imprinted on the heart of the opponent's palm!