However, I don’t have any thinking ability, only the instinctive consciousness remains, which means that Master and I are taking this step... God, awake or not, can do whatever he does, Master and I I can only watch helplessly and cannot do anything.
As Bugang continued to move and the perspective kept changing, the figure of God just kept looming in his eyes. He hadn't really woken up yet. His expression just became rich, as if he was aware of everything in the outside world. But he doesn't really wake up. He seems to be greedy and reluctant to give up anything, or maybe he feels that such a situation is not worth waking up.
Thanks to the addition of Shahu, my soul strength has been greatly supplemented, so the bleeding all over my body has stopped. Stepping on the steps may not be as smooth as before, but I no longer feel strenuous, at least when I step on the steps. This was not the case when Yu Heng was in power.
But how does the difficulty at the beginning compare with now? After all, in the world of Cunsi, deep in the soul, the four star powers that have been led down are controlled...
Even though we couldn't think, even though our perspectives kept changing, my eyes and my master's eyes always stayed on the battlefield!
The battlefield has gone completely crazy. Uncle Hui has opened fifteen doors... I know it. I can tell it subconsciously just by looking at it. And not only do I know that Uncle Hui has opened fifteen doors, even the angry-eyed King Kong behind him seems to be the same as him. He has a magical connection and has opened fifteen doors at the same time.
Could it be that a pure spirit body can also open the acupuncture points related to the body? I don't know, maybe as a fighting monk, Uncle Hui has some secret skills
Similarly, as crazy as Uncle Hui is Xiao Laoba. As a Taoist priest whose physical fitness is far inferior to that of Uncle Hui, he actually opened the twelve gates.
They have completely risked their lives. Just like Uncle Wang who drew the formation before, he actually has a kind of fanaticism in the battle that can't survive without being crazy... Blood can no longer exaggerate the inexplicable sadness on their bodies; There were horrific wounds, because those advanced corpse refiners who were not afraid of death or pain had already joined the battle.
The most thorough hand-to-hand fight, two people, facing hundreds of gray-eyed people, unknown monsters, and... those advanced corpse refiners! What kind of will is supporting them
On that side, five of the eight powerful mountain gods have disappeared, and similarly, the figure of the angry-eyed King Kong has also become fainter...
Uncle Chen's stand-in can no longer completely control the situation with the technique of turning injuries. Because he has control of the entire battle situation, he can only use good steel on the blade, just like a real field doctor who will cherish every little bit of medicine in his hand.
As the perspective continued to change, I saw Uncle Chen. The three mysterious dolls had been completely broken, and Uncle Wang was mumbling something in his mouth, holding hands that I couldn't understand... He must be sacrificing something. , it shouldn’t be Shouyuan, but I don’t know what it is exactly.
But at that moment, even if I only had my consciousness to support me, I could still see how haggard Mr. Chen was. The smile that usually hung on his face disappeared, and the calmness and gentleness in his eyes turned into a kind of deep exhaustion. At that moment, I even had a consciousness telling me that he couldn't sacrifice Shouyuan...!
This thought makes me feel inexplicably heartbroken. Why can't I sacrifice Shouyuan? I can’t think about the reason, or maybe it’s my misunderstanding!
Then, I saw Wu Liyu's lineage again. Several people from their lineage were sitting cross-legged on the ground in a mysterious arrangement. With just one glance, I should be able to see that all of them were fully supporting me. Wu Liyu.
Wu Liyu, who was in the formation, seemed to have reached his limit. Even the muscles on his face were trembling slightly. However, he kept gritting his teeth and persisted. The door behind him was completely opened... There was a mystery in the door. The flowing power actually became a little thicker.
So this kind of power was entangled with the curse power of those great witches, and it gradually gained the upper hand!
We are almost approaching the Yuheng position, and there is another seemingly insurmountable barrier. When we reach the next three positions, the pressure endured by Treading Bugang will increase geometrically, which means that the previous one has to endure twice as much as the previous one. The pressure will become double, five times, and even ten times in the end...
But where do we have a way out? !
This is a special angle. Lin Xiaohua's figure appeared in my eyes. In such a chaotic battlefield, she still looked very indifferent. The battle in front of her seemed to be the scenery she admired. She shook her eyes, He was still spitting bubbles out of boredom, watching it shatter in front of his eyes, as if he had seen something funny, with a faint smile on his lips.
Overlapping her figure is Grandma Ling Qing. Grandma Ling Qing's eyes have never left her master. What can't she calm down about this relationship that has lasted for nearly half a century
Grandma Ling Qing completely ignored the entire battlefield. There was only one person in her eyes. Compared to Lin Xiaohua, she was inexplicably more calm.
Maybe I only have my subconscious mind left, so I can understand the feeling more clearly, that is, nothing can hide the loneliness and helplessness deep in my soul... Why does Lin Xiaohua's figure overlap with that of Grandma Ling Qing? He seemed so lonely and lonely, even as if he was giving up at will
However, with the final arrival of the Yuheng position, the figures of Lin Xiaohua and Ling Qing also disappeared from my eyes... But this is not a brief farewell that cannot be given up, because at this position, I saw a great victory, for those who had been rallied fell back.
Yes, in fact, retreat is inevitable. This great victory was started by Uncle Hui's angry-eyed King Kong. The broken demon-subduing pestle in its hand shattered the remaining soul of the monster...
There was no more powerful counterattack than expected, but those strange guys retreated one after another. In fact, if I could think at that time, I would definitely be able to think of the reasons that I could think of later. Maybe these guys would spare no effort, after all, the food here It's rare (I don't know what dimension it exists in. Maybe without deliberately doing it, food is inherently rare, let alone a cultivator with strong soul power), but the purpose of essential 'food' given to each existence is to survive or maybe They are powerful. There is no need for these guys to risk their lives for 'food'.
The victory of Angry Eyes King Kong destroyed a guy who may have existed here for a long time, or taught these greedy 'predators' a lesson.
They retreated without any structure, and the first one to escape was the seemingly powerful gray-eyed tribe.
Because what’s funny is that in this battle, they lost at least seven great witches. Because they kept performing the witchcraft related to the curse, they actually lost their strength...
They ran away in an extremely embarrassed manner, and then came the fierce ghost who was comparable to Yu Cuizi, and... My eyes couldn't express any emotion, but I knew subconsciously that this was a great victory. Maybe we actually still have a chance.
My footsteps fell heavily, and the Yuheng position... At that moment, when the Yuheng star rotated and lit up in my Cunsi world, my whole world almost turned upside down.
Just because when the star power of that planet was attracted, my entire Cunsi world was almost shattered.
However, it finally stopped spinning and then retreated very quickly, emitting a dazzling light. My entire world of thoughts was temporarily stable, shaking to the point of intoxication, but what I cared about was the cracked film. The accelerating spread at that moment seemed like the next moment, the first broken piece would appear, and then the power I longed for but feared would break out and spread throughout every inch of my body.
However, that layer of film did not break after all. I just heard the sound of Master vomiting blood again. My fingers trembled and I tightened them subconsciously. This time, it was probably not a slightly harder hold on Master’s arm, but a kind of force in the real world. It's called a tight hold, and I can't lose it again.
Bugang is still going on, as if my yesterday is Master's today. In my confused eyes, the specific image of Master no longer exists, because the person walking beside me is a bloody man.
Another long step on the step... But the platform has become relatively quiet, those strange guys have retreated, and the only ones who persist are the high-level corpse refiners.
The river of destiny was thrown into the sky above the platform, but it was almost exhausted. When we reached the halfway point of the Kaiyang position, the god who had been unmoving suddenly opened his eyes.
At that time, Master and I were not facing that god, but as soon as he opened his eyes, it seemed like two dazzling lights lit up in the endless darkness, which was impossible to ignore.
A distant sigh resounded throughout the entire platform. From this angle, Master and I both saw the figure in white robe standing up. With a little sympathy in his eyes, he said softly: "What the hell is that?" Do you want me to end you with my own hands? But I don’t bear too many karma."
At this moment, he wants to kill us, but as if it is a graceful and compassionate thing to do.
I couldn't react, but my inability doesn't mean everyone else's inability. Xiao Laoba suddenly took a step forward...