Ling Huan felt that he should have been afraid, but he wasn't. Is the field of vision already chaotic like this, or is this closer to the appearance of the barrier itself? No longer have the ability to distinguish. Just at the moment of contact with the person in front of her, she recalled what Wu Yongzhen had said before.
Just accept it.
Then just assume that "he" is him, and there is no need to think too much other than that. So Ling Huan grabbed the other person's hand, although she could no longer control her strength. However, she did feel that she touched the "five fingers" in her broken vision, and it must belong to Shi Wuqi's hand. At this time, she suddenly felt something peeling away from the fingertips of her right hand. It was a feeling of being pulled, or it could be that the nails had been pulled out, it could be that blood was flowing outward, or the entire skin of the hand had been removed. It wasn't very painful, because she had lost the ability to judge. She could just feel that something was coming away from her.
While she was trying to feel what was happening to her, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She then lost consciousness.
"..."
Xie Zhe heard Shi Wuqi's voice.
He could still tell what the other person was saying, but he couldn't understand a single word. Each word is indeed a syllable that humans can pronounce, but when put together they have no meaning. But they are coherent, as if the Master of Bones is making statements naturally with a logic that only he can understand. It's a pity that Xie Zhe can't understand this.
Not only could he not understand, he could not see anyone. But if you think about it for a moment, you can more or less guess that other people are in a similar situation to him. Correct update@ He didn't know what to do, so he could only hold on to his sword tightly. He didn't dare to let go of it, and was even always afraid that he would let go of it the next second. Feng Yunzhan has never emphasized his existence so fiercely like now. Using this as an anchor, Xie Zhe retained a kind of quiet cognitive ability. There seemed to be a vague outline of someone in front of me, but it turned into something inhuman. He knew that this was something that did not belong to the "realm of desire".
"We can't see them now." Wu Qi said to Shan Hai.
"Their self-awareness gradually fell apart, and we were unable to notice it." Shanhai said, "If it weren't for hundreds of years of practice and this sword of humanity, I wouldn't be able to survive until now. Let alone see you and talk to you. ”
"Die Chenhuan can work?" Shi Wuqi was a little surprised.
"That's right. As something that embodies the principles of humanity, it clearly emphasizes the fact that I am a human being at all times. In your eyes, what do you see?"
"Just a sword? It's no different from what it normally looks like. It's unsheathed and in your hand."
"Did you know that in my eyes, it looks like it is relaxing in the wind?"
"Well……?"
Shi Wuqi looked at Lin Shanhai. Even though the surrounding environment is no longer what it was before, the two of them still exist normally in each other's eyes. However, although Shan Hai held his sword upright, his eyes looking at the sword's blade seemed to be looking at himself on the sword's face. No, rather than looking at himself, maybe it was just like what he said...looking at the past Sui Mujun?
In other words, in Lin Shanhai's eyes, there were three people present?
Others are different. Those four people were, in the final analysis, ordinary humans and demons, and their abilities were limited no matter how hard they persisted. Maybe they left the neighborhood invisible to the two, or maybe they were right next to them. But even if you leave, you don’t know the distance. It may be thousands of miles away, or it may still be close at hand - it is meaningless to weigh the distance moved. The distance can be any scale. And even if the four people are still with them, they cannot have contact or dialogue in a form that both parties can recognize. Rather, Shi Wuqi had tried his best.
"Your eyes have been tempered by hellfire, haven't they? You can see many things that are invisible."
"That's right. In my eyes, although the structure inside the barrier is chaotic, I can clearly see that one side of it is attached to Hell. I can't explain it in a way that others can understand. However, it was precisely because my eyes were baptized by the red lotus fire that I was able to understand what hell looked like in a way that I could accept at that time."
"Who did you see just now?"
"The four of them can almost see it, but only a fragment of its existence - that is. (This chapter is not finished!)
Chapter 444: Follow the flow and know your return
The virtual image of hell fire projected on the barrier. I borrowed some "shadows" from Miss Ye. Even though she couldn't recognize me, she didn't resist. At the moment, she was the most disorganized and in the most dangerous situation. The chaotic arms could not suppress their strength, but she was not aware of it. It may be that she temporarily lost her sense of danger. I spoke to Mr. Xie again. He could hear me, but he couldn't understand me, so he couldn't respond. But since you said that the Six Paths Divine Weapon can consolidate the understanding of its attributes, maybe this is the reason why he can still maintain something. "
"Indeed. But why don't you give the amber to Miss Ye? At least the flesh and blood body can still be maintained."
Shi Wuqi shook his head and said: "She can't even measure the strength of her grip. Although her left hand will not cause me pain no matter how hard she exerts it, her right hand has the power to destroy almost everything. If she really does this If it breaks, her own hand will fall apart. What's more, she no longer has the consciousness to judge whether to grasp it or not. Unfortunately, I think amber's power for heart communication has completely dissipated with its fragmentation. . Otherwise, when we contact her, we still have the possibility to establish contact. In this way, I can salvage her. The important thing now is to find a way to crack..."
"Can anyone hear me...?"
It's the sound of Jiao Mo. @精品\/书馆*First update~~ This is a complete sentence, a complete expression, and the only clear sentence except for the two of them. The timbre of this sentence is as moving as the voice of white foam. It must be her.
"Mrs. Jiaomo?"
Shan Hai tried to shout, while looking left and right, trying to find the source of the sound. Unfortunately, the sound didn't seem to have a clear direction. It may also be interfered with or disrupted by people inside the barrier. Shi Wuqi said immediately:
"She's not communicating with us in a conventional way. Rather than talking, she's probably... singing."
"...Indeed, she is a shark."
As expected, their discussion could not reach the ears of Jiao Mo himself. Her voice continued.
"I don't know where I am, and I don't know where you are... I shouted, but no one answered, so I changed a method, a method... maybe someone will notice. Maybe you can't use the same method. How to respond to me, but maybe you can hear me? Probably... I am like this when my tribe and I are in the sea. If we are too far away and a simple shout can no longer get a response, we will use this method to call. On the other side of the shore For living beings, it is singing. The singing will be integrated into the spiritual flow and transmitted to more distant places, or places where there are barriers. Well, I will keep saying this, although it is a bit lonely. Well... I will think about it again. ,Think again……"
Jiao Mo was indeed talking to himself, and even though he was "singing", his voice was trembling slightly.
"She is so amazing... It's like she rebuilt the broken ruins and used her singing to collage the original appearance of the language."
Shan Hai echoed: "I hope others can hear her voice, which will be of great help to the return of cognition. As long as she continues to speak, she can give others reasons to support. I hope she herself... also Can hold on. We have to hurry up. It’s not enough to just be ourselves here. What do you think?”
"Do you still have the Demon-Conquering Pestle on you? It's still in Mr. Xie's hands."
"Here." Shanhai took out the pestle with his other hand.
"I was also worried that you would leave it to Mr. Xie. Those peerless martial arts will not be of much use here. I decided to use its properties to build a barrier... but not now. At the moment, I only use the hell side to sense the barrier. The world is not enough. I have a way to observe it from a high perspective."
"This will definitely disturb the lie, right?"
"So I borrowed Shadow."
Jiaomo's voice was a timely blessing for Wenying.
Until then, all she could see was darkness, only snow. The white part under my feet is like the snow on the Silk Cloud Peak, but it leaves no footprints and doesn't feel cold. Rather, her field of vision was firmly restricted. Although she could still look around, all she saw was the same scenery. Except for a tiny patch of white below, there is deep darkness. White itself does not emit light, and darkness does not engulf light, but it does not bring light. The darkness only became blurry as it approached the snow, but looking straight ahead, there was nothing but darkness. And in this darkness, countless tiny snowflakes were flying. But they have no distance, no three-dimensionality, and nothing. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 444: Follow the flow and know your return
There is no beauty of flying snowflakes, only an indescribable madness and restlessness. The snow is like crackling, gray sparks, I don’t know where they come from, but they don’t fall to the ground, they just dance wildly in front of my eyes. .
In such a scene, she couldn't get a response no matter how she shouted, and she couldn't even hear her own voice, which made her wonder if her voice was broken. It wasn't until she heard the real, bright sound that she shed tears of excitement. It was almost as if at the same time, Wenying suddenly remembered how crying should be.
She originally shouted louder, hoping that Jiao Mo could hear her and respond more. But from Jiao Mo's expression, she realized with dismay that the other party was in a similar situation to her. However, this sad comfort prevented her from falling into an even worse situation. It's like grabbing a life-saving straw and wondering if Yingying will let go. She shouted, please say more, I will feel lonely if I can't hear you. It's a pity that such words could not reach Jiao Mo's ears. She could only sing as best she could, intermittently.
But the situation here in Hanshang has not improved at all.
Among all the people in the barrier, he was the only one whose singing voice could not reach. In other words, it actually reached him, but he couldn't hear it. His ears were occupied by more noisy sounds, albeit in the form of pictures. They are constantly interlaced, divided, switched, collaged, superimposed, flipped, dislocated...
Fire burns on the sea. The blade boils in the blood. Someone died. Ice and snow start a prairie fire. Minions, claws are sharper than the blade. The dagger stabbed into the chest produced crimson flowers. Vermillion, bamboo yellow, lush blue, lush blue. The dead are crying for help. The enemy is pitying, but the benefactor is laughing. A life as fragile as family affection is full of the pungent taste of sarcasm.
Fire burns on the sea. .
Chapter 444: Follow the flow and know your return
