In the way of hungry ghosts, Xiao An was practicing in Wuhua City, suddenly opened his eyes, and realized that all contact with Li Qingshan had been interrupted, and even the skull rosary that was placed there was lost.
Immediately stop practicing, return to Xuanming Cave Mansion, pick up a broken fragment of the magic circle, look at the rapidly rising water level, and suddenly understand that Li Qingshan has gone to the market. Can not help frowning, there must be a great change, otherwise he will not leave without saying goodbye.
Staring at the dark and deep water, ten fingers are tightly intertwined: "You must come back, I will wait for you, no matter how long, until death separates us."
…
In an instant, all the pain disappeared, as well as all the colors and sounds.
Immersed in the boundless black water, perhaps because of the transformation of the tortoise, instead of feeling cold, but warm, like a wanderer who has gone through hardships in a foreign land and returned to his dream hometown.
"Huh..."
Far away from the ice and fire of hell, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The taste was too difficult. If there was a choice, he wouldn't even want to endure it for a second.
There was even a kind of suspicion: "I don't know if the'I' in hell can survive?" A cold thought flashed: "If you can survive, you will live, if you can't survive, you will die!"
The reason, who had almost fallen into a frenzy in pain, recovered quickly, calmer than ever before, like the boundless black water around him.
He poked his head out of the tortoise shell, like a dragon's head or a lion's head, turning his head up and down and left and right, observing the environment, but he couldn't see and hear anything.
There was no such oppression and repulsion as expected. The world transformed by the Yuanshi Spirit Turtle did not seem to be hostile to him, a counterfeit spirit turtle of impure blood.
Black water gently wrapped him, but felt very comfortable and safe. Compared with the chaos of the world and the pain of hell, this place is almost like heaven.
This is the hometown of the tortoise, although his blood is not pure enough. But after the Spirit Turtle Transformation was used, there was a 70% to 80%: "Maybe the Guihai Lingzun is just bluffing me! But where am I going to find the prisoner who is returning to the market?"
Li Qingshan stretched his limbs. Swing gently, dive down, wherever it goes, the black water separates automatically, without the slightest resistance.
After diving in this way for an unknown period of time, the surrounding area is still endless black water, without a particle of dust, a mayfly...
He used "mysterious light to shine". With the improvement of the tortoise transformation, this talent can easily shine through thousands of miles away.
But he quickly received magical powers, because the black water was illuminating by the mysterious light. Don't talk about talents and supernatural powers, you don't even need your eyes here, because there is no need to look at them.
At least there are still stars shining in the endless void, and each star is a world. There is also the existence of the empty-eaters, each of which is the prototype of the world. Although it is a bit scary, at least it is not so boring.
Swim again for an unknown amount of time. He was really anxious for a strange monster of the deep sea to come and fight him.
Can't help but chant a poem: "Guixu, you are all water! Green mountains. You have four legs!"
He suddenly realized one thing, maybe he was not diving deep, but floating up.
Because of the existence of the earth, no matter how deep the abyss is, there is a bottom.
But in this Guixu, there is neither the earth nor the sky, and there is neither up nor down.
The depths of hell and the depths of Guixu sounded almost the same. But it's not the same thing.
"There is still a'floor' in hell anyway, and it just goes down. But, where is the'deep' here anyway?"
Not only up and down cannot be judged. Because there is no reference object, in fact, it is impossible to distinguish east, west, south and north. In either direction, there is only boundless black water.
So, where should we go
He couldn't help but fell into contemplation, thinking about it, yawned, and suddenly felt very tired. Perhaps it was because it took too much willpower to endure that hell torment, and the sleepiness spread up like a tide, and it was submerged in a blink of an eye. Without him, even the hard shell of the tortoise seemed a little soft.
He had never felt so sleepy, even when he was born into a baby from Nirvana.
He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but couldn't help thinking, "Maybe... I should... sleep for a while... just sleep... for a while..."
He retracted his head and limbs into his shell, and his eyelids gradually closed. Only a turtle shell remained in the black water, neither floating nor sinking.
It seemed as if a voice said to him: "Child, take a break, you are too tired. You are home, it is safe here, no one can hurt you anymore!"
"I am home… "
In a daze, he again thought of the misty clouds on the lookout stage, in the endless distance that seems to be true, his hometown, two familiar faces that are getting older and older, can't help but whisper: "Dad, mom, how are you guys? I miss you so much."
Unable to retract his body deeper into the tortoise shell, he felt a long-lost pain, insignificant compared with any punishment of hell, but easily broke through all defenses, stabbing his heart like a needle.
When he first came to this world, he suffered from this pain every night, and finally broke free, thinking that he had forgotten everything, but he didn't.
So he suddenly felt that it was not just hell torture that made him tired, but everything he had experienced after coming into this world.
As the thoughts flowed, various scenes flashed across the back like a tortoise shell, and all the past was vividly reproduced in the black water.
Struggling for survival as a child, fighting in the rivers and lakes of adolescence, and then growing up, stepping into the path of spiritual practice, the fighting became more fierce and turned into a war. The battle between the gods and demons in the heart never stops.
Pride, shame, hatred; fury, fear, slaughter.
Even when madly singing and drinking, there is a string in his heart. When singing and drinking, he must quickly practice and fight. He can't stop. Once he stops, he feels tired and wants to have a good rest and enjoyment. Fan, probably didn't want to move forward anymore.
However, no matter how long you struggled forward, it seemed that it would only sink deeper.
Now he has become so strong, he has become the great brother of the Vientiane Sect, standing on top of hundreds of millions of beings, and he is tens of thousands of times stronger than the yellow-faced and thin young man in Wo Niu Village. Instead of getting a chance to breathe, there are difficulties and the road becomes more and more sinister.
Hell torture, return to the market in Heishui, an invincible enemy, an inescapable blood oath. Hope in despair, duel in despair.
What is the meaning of such a life? !
Above the nine heavens
The enemy of Brother Niu can cut off his horn and suppress all the great sages. Even if I reach the nine heavens and fight side by side with him, how much can I do
"After all... I'm just a mortal..."
"Forget it, I don't want to do so much, let's go to sleep! Let's talk about it when I wake up..."
At this moment, he heard a familiar voice in a daze, echoing repeatedly in his heart: "You must come back... You must come back..."
A pale face appeared on the tortoise shell, his face was handsome, and he was dressed in Ling Luo. He was only about six or seven years old. He was a child who had no family like him, even his life was taken. He once shed tears for her and vowed to take her back home, which was actually the hometown he wanted to go back to.
But she did not choose to go back, but abandoned everything and accompany him to move on.
In an instant, her face appeared on every piece of tortoise shell, both past and present. There are bones and Zhu Yan. It's all the same kind.
That was his only family in this world—Xiao An.
"No... I can't sleep yet, she's still... waiting for me!"
He opened his heavy eyelids, trying to break free from sleep.
I felt scared in my heart for a while, and if I fell asleep, this sleep was at least a hundred years, then everything would be over.
After he wakes up, he may have already cultivated the ninth level of the spiritual turtle, but he has also become a pure spiritual turtle, and he has no ambition for nine days.
Even if he had been tortured in hell, he had never become so weak. Those pains would only sharpen his fighting spirit even more, but the emptiness of returning to the market was constantly eroding his will.
Although there is no hostility, it is more terrifying than hostility. No, maybe this is the deepest hostility.
The hostility of the world also needs certain things as a basis. For example, Hungry Ghost Dao needs to rely on the hand of Guixian to deal with Xiaoan.
In Guixu, there are only silent black water and boundless nothingness. There is nothing to rely on. The reason why it is so mysterious and terrifying is because Guixu is always assimilating all foreign objects with itself.
If there is a spirit turtle bloodline, perhaps it can be assimilated into a spirit turtle, if it is of other races, it can only be vanished in nothingness.
With the blood of the tortoise, he was assimilated more deeply. Drowsiness is still pouring in like a tide, and nothingness seeps into the bone marrow along the black water.
He gritted his teeth, mobilized mana, released a round of brilliant light, spreading silently in the black water, and gradually dimmed until a hundred miles away, hoping that the "prisoner of the ruins" would be able to see it.
But in this endless black water, the light was so tiny that it was not as small as a firefly, and it was quickly swallowed by darkness.
He stretched his limbs and swam forward. In any case, we must move forward.
Then, release the light again! It was more dazzling than last time, but in the background of deep darkness, it looked even more dim, like a faintly twinkling star.
Keep moving forward, flashing again and again, maybe not for anyone to see, but to illuminate oneself in the deepest darkness and fight against nothingness.
If the world is dark, shine by yourself. Even if there is no hope, as long as you look at this "star", you can move on.
I can't stop here yet, I have to go out to see her again, and I have to fight side by side with Brother Niu above the nine heavens. Even if you die in battle, you will fall like a star! (To be continued.)