Shen Zhixian closed his eyes, and Yan Jin no longer had any scruples. He took a deep breath, and a light red color appeared in the bottom of his eyes. He continuously channeled the spiritual power to Shen Zhixian, soothing his tendons that had not been nourished by spiritual power for a long time. .
After Shen Zhixian regained his sanity, he could restrain his hand from moving, Yan Jin let go of his hand slightly, and turned to hold one of his hands in the palm of his hand.
Yan Jin's hand was too warm and the strength was moderate, making Shen Zhixian feel very secure, and he subconsciously held Yan Jin with his backhand, tightly, like a drowning man who finally caught his life-saving driftwood.
Shen Zhixian was too weak, and Yan Jin was afraid that he would not be able to bear too much spiritual power at one time. When Shen Zhixian almost returned to normal, he slowly withdrew his spiritual power, and his forehead was slightly separated from his forehead.
The distance is too close, Yan Jin can clearly see Shen Zhixian's lips as soon as he lowers his eyes, slightly dry and pale due to the tossing.
Shen Zhixian was probably extremely tired, his eyes were still closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing was a little heavy. Yan Jin stared at him for a moment, and finally couldn't bear it any longer.
It can be divided at a touch, as light as the breeze blowing over the delicate flowers, so fast that it even makes people think that it is just an illusion.
Shen Zhixian only felt that something warm touched his lips quickly. At this time, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't think about it. He felt that Yan Jin had distanced himself from him, so he wearily opened his eyes. Eye.
I was so exhausted that I had no strength, and I couldn't sit still. Yan Jin embraced him, and he put his head on Yan Jin's shoulder, breathing slowly and gently.
After a while, he finally came back to his senses and had the strength to think about this weird secret realm and all the weird things.
This secret...
No one has ever seen it, and no one has ever been in it. There are rumors from the outside world that this is a mysterious new secret realm that has never been opened. But…
"When I chatted with the gray-robed man that day, he didn't know anything about Xincheng's situation - he was not the one who entered the secret realm this time. Most of the other people who are familiar with him are not." "Since someone has come in a long time ago, why is it rumored that this secret realm is the first time it has appeared and opened for the first time..."
In such a big secret realm, if someone has entered and exited, they must be unable to hide the movement, unless... He didn't continue, but Yan Jin immediately understood what he meant, and said solemnly: "Unless the people who entered the secret realm did not go out."
If they didn't go out, they couldn't spread the message of the existence of this secret realm. The last opening of the secret realm may have been relatively secretive, and very few people knew about it. Those who were fortunate enough to enter the secret realm did not go out, so it is no wonder that the outside world was at a loss.
So, why don't these people go out
Don't want to go out, or just... can't go out
There was some aching pain in his throat, Shen Zhixian coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have sealed my spiritual power, so I can't see it very well. Look at the people I have seen in the past few days, how are they?"
Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Yan Jin fed him some water, and seeing that he shook his head to signal no more, he said, "The realm is low, and the spiritual power is low."
This is another oddity.
Logically speaking, except for the unexplained accident of Shen Zhixian, other people who can enter the secret realm should all have a certain realm and cultivation. Advance and retreat, the realm of cultivation has fallen to such a point
Shen Zhixian thought of the gray-robed man, and murmured, "Everyone I saw that day couldn't see me... But the gray-robed man I saw today can see me, and even persuaded me to eat the so-called spirit. fruit… "
A horrific conjecture came to mind, and Shen Zhixian felt a cold sweat on his palms.
He paused for a moment, raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Jin, and said softly: "I think these people are no longer human. They don't go out, maybe not because they don't want to go out. It's that they can't get out at all..."
These people must have long since passed away, so they can't get out - their flesh and blood bodies have long been turned into bones, leaving only a very weak soul, how can they get out!
Yan Jin's hand holding Shen Zhixian tensed abruptly, and Shen Zhixian was restrained. Only then did he realize that his whole body was in Yan Jin's arms, and his posture was neither dignified nor elegant... He moved slightly, wanting to sit up straight, But the feeling of weakness and tiredness that came out of his bones made him dispel this idea again.
Shen Zhixian quietly looked at Yan Jin's expression, and seeing that he didn't seem to care much, he quietly leaned back again with a tired mind, and continued to ponder as if nothing had happened: "It is said that most of them are like me, and they were taken by the secret realm. Those who brought in, when they came in, should still be a normal living person…”
It's just that after a long time, they have been gradually sucked up by this secret realm to empty their spiritual power and their vitality. Their flesh and blood have decayed and turned into dust. The ghosts are trapped here, like walking dead, repeating the so-called "secret realm experience" day and night. .
"They can't see living people because only souls who have died in the same way can see each other..." Shen Zhixian felt that he had vaguely touched the tail of the truth, and thoughtfully said, "The higher the cultivation level, the slower the death. In the eyes of those who have died a long time ago in a low cultivation base, the slower they 'appear'."
This speculation is terribly absurd, but it is undeniable that it may be the closest guess to the truth.
Yan Jin didn't realize that he had spiritual power to protect his body. It was obvious that Shen Zhixian, who had no spiritual power, was affected. If Yan Jin hadn't passed on some spiritual power for him to calm his mind, he would not be able to stop eating today. Black Qi, I am afraid that the rest of my life will be lost here.
"Those black qi..." Shen Zhixian asked slowly, "Is it devilish qi?"
Yan Jin was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "They...should be magic cultivators."
Shen Zhixian frowned.
This is a bit beyond his expectations. The man in gray robe used black energy when he killed the deer that day. He thought it was because the man in black robe ate too many things in the secret realm with demonic energy, but it turned out to be because... they Was it a sorcerer
Over the years, immortal cultivators have devoted themselves to combating the devil's way. The magic cultivators are almost extinct and have disappeared for a long time. There will be so many magic cultivators here. .
What are so many magic cultivators in this Secret Realm volume doing
No, he is not a magic cultivator, and so many people in Xincheng are not magic cultivators, Yan Jin... Yan Jin is an exception. I don't know if it is influenced by the original book or instinctive, Shen Zhixian always thinks that Yan Jin will fall into a magic one day...
Leaving aside Yan Jin for the time being, what are so many monks doing in the Secret Realm Scroll? Is it to trap them all in a secret realm and make fertilizer for these flowers and plants
Unable to think of a reason, Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment and said, "Time is short, the people who came in from Xincheng should be fine, but I don't know where... Let's find Duan Yuan and see what's going on with her."
Hearing Shen Zhixian mentioning Duan Yuan, Yan Jin's eyes flashed a little bit of gloom.
"Shang Ke." At the end of this brainstorming, Shen Zhixian yawned tiredly, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell asleep, "You control me, don't let me touch those things..."
His voice gradually fell, and his shallow breathing sprayed on Yan Jin's neck, slightly moist and warm, almost rubbing Yan Jin's heart into a pool of water.
He hugged the person quietly like this, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly, staring at Shen Zhixian's somewhat pale face, his eyes were clear, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
When he fell asleep and had no strength, Shen Zhixian let go of his hand slightly, Yan Jin noticed it, and let go a little, then slowly but firmly squeezed his fingers into Shen Zhixian's fingers one by one.
Interlocking fingers, like Shen Zhixian had done before.
inseparable.
…
Shen Zhixian said that he wanted to leave, which was easy to say, but in fact, they lingered here for several days, and they were still inseparable from these four black qi boundaries.
Shen Zhixian was becoming more and more unable to resist the influence and erosion of demonic energy. Yan Jin originally only needed to give him one or two spiritual energy a day, but later he had to do it every few hours.
Even so, it was difficult for him to resist the tiredness that penetrated from his bones. In the end, he couldn't even walk. He was groggy, and Yan Jin carried him on his back without saying a word.
Shen Zhixian reluctantly maintained the last bit of precarious sobriety, wrapped his hands around Yan Jin's neck, clasped his hands with difficulty in front of his chest, and leaned his head against Yan Jin's head.
The fog gradually thickened silently, and in the distance, a clear and leisurely singing sounded faintly.
"Ajin..."
Yan Jin was carefully identifying the road with his back behind his back, walking very fast, not beware that Shen Zhixian suddenly whispered in his ear, "Have you heard... the singing..."
singing
Yan Jin slowed down slightly and listened attentively. Sure enough, there was a faint singing coming from a distance.
Shen Zhixian's eyes became slack, he was in low spirits, leaned on Yan Jin's back in a daze, and hummed along subconsciously: "..."
I don't know what the song is singing. It is a mysterious and ancient language with a leisurely charm. Shen Zhixian can't understand it, but he is good at imitation. Split image.
His voice was not as clear as the distant singing, but softer and gentler. When he murmured in a low voice, it had a weak ending, like a small hook, which suddenly hooked out some of Yan Jin's deep-seated memories.
Emotions surged for a moment, Yan Jin's eyes deepened, he quickened his pace, and continued to walk forward.
As we walked faster and faster, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the road ahead could not be seen clearly at all, and many voices began to sound one after another in the fog.
There was the voice of the man in gray robe that Shen Zhixian saw at first, and the voice of the man in black robe who gave the fruit a few days ago, and more of them were unfamiliar voices, which were repeated over and over again.
"Why are you leaving..."
"How nice it is here..."
"There are a lot of treasures, let's stay together..."
"Stay... stay..."
"Come with us..."
The voice was too loud, covering up the distant singing voice, Shen Zhixian stopped blankly, and began to restlessly.
He moved uncomfortably on Yan Jin's back, Yan Jin felt it, and didn't dare to loosen the hand that held him tightly. As if incessant, struggling to land, to go to those thick fogs, to stay with "those people".
He was struggling when suddenly a slightly stiff and unfamiliar male voice sounded, right next to his ear, bluntly learning the distant song and humming softly.
Shen Zhixian gradually stopped struggling and let out a dazed sigh. After listening to the song, he somehow calmed down and listened quietly.
Yan Jin's face froze, trying hard and hard to recall the tune, those weird phonetic sounds, stumbling and humming, while walking quickly through the thick fog.
His voice, to Shen Zhixian, was full of comforting power, like an invisible barrier, isolating the malicious spirits of the ghosts outside for Shen Zhixian.
In Shen Zhixian's daze, he only felt that his whole body was hot and cold, and it was very uncomfortable. He was stunned for a long time, and suddenly felt extremely wronged, and subconsciously hugged Yan Jin's neck tightly, and whispered aggrievedly in his ear: "Ah Jin, it's uncomfortable... I'm uncomfortable..."
The Shen Zhixian that Yan Jin has seen in the past is cold, gentle, free and easy, and wanton. He has never seen Shen Zhixian in such a wronged and pitiful posture - even in the Qingyun Sect before, when Shen Zhixian had a heart attack, he never had it. Pass.
With a bang in his head, a fire exploded and burned inside, making him hot all over.
The things in the dense fog saw that the sound could not leave them alone, and gradually many figures came out, or rather, they were all black bodies with skulls and bones, and they surrounded them with a stench all over their bodies, wanting to leave them both completely. , with them.
Yan Jin held Shen Zhixian tightly in one hand, and drew out the long sword around his waist with the other hand, red light appeared in the bottom of his eyes, dark and gloomy, his expression became cold, and he made a killing move without hesitation.
The savage sword qi smashed the skeleton and the black qi into pieces, all kinds of shrill screams sounded, and the thick fog retreated frantically, revealing the fog-like barrier in front of them-they finally found the edge of this strange world.
In the depths of the sea of spiritual energy, the restraint that was imprisoned with a touch of red cracked again, and the strands of black energy wandered in the sea of spiritual energy more and more happily. Yan Jin took a deep breath, tried his best, and struck again with his backhand.
With a loud bang, the fog-like barrier was cracked inch by inch, finally revealing the appearance of another realm.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
Shen Zhixian couldn't speak the complete words, and only hummed Yan Jin's name.
Yan Jin carried him on his back, strode out of the place behind him that had trapped them for many days, glanced briefly at what was not dangerous, and immediately took Shen Zhixian back into his arms and hugged him tightly, with great strength, It's like rubbing his whole body into blood.
"I'm here..." His voice trembled strangely, he attached to Shen Zhixian's ear, every time Shen Zhixian shouted, he would say, "I'm here... See you, I'm here."
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