It was pitch black outside the crack. Only the whistling sound reverberated, as if to isolate the gap from the world and make it exist alone. That whistling voice is the only way to talk here.
Endless suction came from the deep pit, as if to swallow everything.
In the crack, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, looking at the pitch black outside. His whole person seemed to merge with the surrounding darkness, regardless of each other, only the flashing electric light in his eyes, like thunder passing by, illuminating the cracks. .
Being here, a kind of loneliness from the heart gradually came to my heart. Here, he seemed to be isolated from the world and forgotten by everyone...
The only thing that accompanies him is the memory of those eight hundred years of cultivation.
A lonely person will always remember everyone who has appeared in his life attentively. Wang Lin's loneliness is in the memory, and it gradually becomes richer.
It's like hiding in a certain period of time, missing the palm prints of a period of time, or hiding in a certain place, missing someone who makes him worry about.
"My father and mother's tomb, I don't know if anyone is going to clean it..."
In the darkness, there was a murmur from Wang Lin.
A small ball emitting a faint white light floated by Wang Lin's side. Its light was very weak, so weak that it could not play any role in lighting in this darkness.
But above it, there is a warmth that flows into Wang Lin's heart, like a soft whisper in his ears, softly filling Wang Lin's loneliness.
Inside this little ball, there was always a faint shadow, silently accompanying Wang Lin, bearing the surrounding darkness and the howling outside the cracks together.
Even if the sky and the earth are broken, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the shadow will still exist, and will walk through the sky with Wang Lin, even if it is reincarnation, it is also accompanied...
The cracks are always cold and gloomy, as if all the warmth has been sucked away by the pit. However, the existence of that little ball made the warmth in Wang Lin's heart permeate, as if eternal.
Wang Lin, who had merged with the darkness, gently raised his hand, and the small ball slowly fell on his palm. In the soft light that flickered, Wang Lin felt a long-lost happiness.
"Everyone's happiness is different... My happiness is to be with my parents and to be with Wan'er..."
There was bitterness in Wang Lin's eyes. This happiness was so extravagant and so difficult.
No one knows that in this land of demon spirits, under this deep pit, in this crack, at this moment, there is still a person struggling with fate, feeling the decline in his heart.
Wang Lin has been sitting in this crack for three years.
It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but the suction outside the crack, which has reached an unimaginable level in these three years.
At the moment when Wang Lin was very wealthy more than two years ago, the suction in the deep pit spread like a storm, causing half of the cracks of several meters in size to be affected by the suction.
The magical powers of the Immortal Guardian puppet could have given him a 60% confidence in leaving, but the sudden burst of suction made the 60% confidence suddenly shrunk to 20%...
Wang Lin was not disappointed, but spent the remaining two years with a calm mind.
After the cultivation base reached the peak, it gradually slowed down. After all, the peak is the peak of the first step of cultivation. Although the starry sky is big, how many people can reach the peak of the first step...
Except for some of the pride of heaven, anyone who has reached the pinnacle hasn't been tempered for several years. Wang Lin's aptitude is extremely ordinary. If it weren't for a persistent Dao heart and special experience, it would be difficult to get to this point.
Asking the three levels of mid-term, late, and Dzogchen, how many monks have been blocked, and how many people's lifespan have been exhausted, are like three huge mountains that are difficult to cross, stopping in front of Wang Lin.
Over the past two years, Wang Lin has calmed down. Silently feeling the will within the wealthy, among the wealthy, there is a sword tactic, only one!
Zhan Luo Jue!
One day in two years, when Wang Lin took back his mind from the wealthy, the wealthy disappeared completely, as if it had completed its lifetime inheritance and returned.
The only thing that remained in Wang Lin's heart was the shocking style that had been in the air for two years!
After that, waiting for Wang Lin was endless loneliness and silence.
Every day, he sits cross-legged like this, quietly looking out of the crack, listening to howling in his ears, looking in pitch darkness in his eyes, motionless.
A soft sigh came from Wang Lin's storage bag, his storage bag opened automatically, and a scroll of scrolls floated out.
The scroll was spread out in the air, and within it, the figure of a woman gradually emerged.
Wang Lin didn't look at the scroll, or even the slightest surprise on his face. Some were just endlessly flat. Just before the scroll appeared, he held the palm of his hand, and the small ball emitting soft light merged into his body.
"Go down..."
The figure of the woman could not see the front, but her voice came out slowly, and the voice was misty. Reverberating in the cracks.
Wang Lin did not speak, but made a sword with two fingers, and slashed down in front of him. This action was extremely simple and without any fancy, but in Wang Lin, there was a strange state of mind, simple and simple. The first cut, but it immediately caused the scroll to close, and no sound came out of it.
Wang Lin closed his fingers, glanced at the scroll, grabbed it with his right hand, and threw it into the storage bag.
In the past three years, the woman in the scroll appeared four times, and every time, it was like this, and there was a misty call.
Wang Lin was not curious about what was under this deep pit. His calmness remained unresolved. Even the mysterious teleportation formation on the big rock that stretched out from under the crack was not seen for the second time. .
Before there is enough strength, curiosity is the sharpest killer move that can obliterate all existence.
Wang Lin was waiting, waiting for the day when the suction in the deep hole outside the crack weakened.
There are no rules for the suction in this deep pit. Since it can suddenly erupt two years ago, it can suddenly decrease after a few years. Everything needs to wait!
In the darkness, beside Wang Lin, several frogs croaked. When he lowered his head, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, illuminating his side. A small cyan frog the size of a palm.
This is Thunder Frog!
A year ago, the Thunder Frog woke up. After it woke up, its body was the size it is now. For Lei Wei among Wanglin Yuanshen, this frog felt the deepest. Almost at the moment of awakening, it refused to enter the storage bag again, but always lay down. By Wang Lin's side.
Wang Lin rubbed his right hand with his fingers, and suddenly a flash of lightning rushed out and fell towards the thunder frog. The thunder frog puffed out his eyelids, and his tongue suddenly stretched out. He actually curled up the lightning and pulled it back into his mouth to swallow it, and there were bursts of rumbling in his abdomen. , There was a comfortable expression on its face.
Wang Lin closed his eyes, his mind immersed in Taoism.
There are two types of his Taoist thoughts, the first is to transform the yellow spring, and the second is to condense the soul of the spring.
It's just that this second style, the so-called spring soul, was only condensed with the soul flag of hundreds of millions of souls, and there is still a lack of life and evil in it.
Although the sky ghost possesses fierce aura, it is not enough to become Wang Lin's spring soul, because it is only fierce, not evil!
"The true spring soul is not the kind of powerful soul. The simpler it is, the weaker the soul contains more fierceness and evil!"
Wang Lin is contemplative.
"If I can leave here, I have to take a trip to the mortal world, extract the fierce aura from the mortal soul, and condense it into my own soul of the Yellow Spring!"
Wang Lin opened his eyes, looked out of the crack, and slowly stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips stretched into the dividing line in the front crack.
Outside this dividing line, although it is also inside the crack, suction already exists. The moment his fingertips crossed the dividing line, he immediately felt the pain of being sucked into flesh and blood.
The skin on his fingers was undulating like ripples, and even his nails felt like being pulled.
"I, Wang Lin, was trapped here, but it gave me a chance, a chance to feel the power of heaven and earth and form the third way of Taoism!"
Wang Lin's eyes were flat, but a trace of frost flashed by.
"But before that, it is necessary to completely get rid of the troubles in the body!"
Wang Lin retracted his fingertips, there was numbness on it, and he lost consciousness.
The Slaughter Immortal Technique, just in case, all existed on the puppet. This fairy tactic has become an extremely important magical power for Wang Lin since Wang Lin understood it. He determined not to leave a little bit in his body, and Wang Lin did it after struggling.
Prior to practicing this slaughter fairy tactic, Wang Lin possessed the heart of slaughter in his body. This heart of slaughter had not changed at the beginning. Even after Wang Lin gave all the slaughter gas to the puppets, it was the same as usual, but, in three years Later, just a few months ago, Wang Lin clearly felt that the heart of killing had changed.
This kind of change would give Wang Lin a kind of madness as if he swallowed an ascending celestial fruit back then, and even made him have an impulse to take back the killing qi immediately.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered with a trace of decisiveness in his eyes. He stood up and took a step resolutely. This step directly crossed the boundary line.
The huge suction suddenly tore Wang Lin's body crazily, trying to drag him out of the cracks.
The fairy power circulated in Wang Lin, and he slowly sat down cross-legged, while resisting the suction, he was also silently feeling the changes in the suction.
This suction is filled with yin and cold, which melts into the body and travels between the meridians, but the cold is not strong, and the movement of the immortal force can dissipate it. After sitting for a few days, feeling the change of suction, on this day, Wang Lin took another step.
This time, where he was, the suction was stronger, and the blood in his body seemed to flow slowly, as if it was about to escape.
"Still not enough!"
Wang Lin's eyes flashed.
At the tidal corridor, beside the deep pit, densely packed with ferocious mosquitoes and beasts, they dare not get too close, the suction is too great, if the distance is close, their bodies will be sucked into the pit.
Among this group of mosquitoes, there was a mosquito that showed a purple light. Where it flew, other mosquitoes evaded one after another, and under the roar, other mosquitoes could tremble.
It's just that this mosquito beast with purple light shining through its entire body has always been anxious in its eyes, wandering outside the pit for nearly three years! It even tried to rush into the pit several times, but after a glance at its companions, it stopped alive.
Neighing bursts, coming from its mouth, echoing around... It's like a young child who has separated from his relatives, calling his relatives' names...