The images that kept flashing before my eyes were dizzying. What appears most frequently is the fluorescent blue flame that is constantly burning on the sea. Every time it flashes in the eyes, it changes slightly, but if you ignore the scenes mixed in between, it is a coherent, burning scene. The sea is dark blue, the night is dark blue, and the strips of light that are getting closer and closer are jumping in between, almost cutting off his head from his eyes.
There seemed to be fire in his throat and he coughed violently. Something that looked like liquid splashed out and dripped onto the uneven ground. He couldn't see the shape of the ground. He only felt that it was uneven to the touch, and he couldn't even tell whether it was smooth or rough. The fallen spittle spread slightly, like a few flecks of dye, glowing slightly and making it the clearest presence in the field of vision. Rather than a liquid, it is more like blue light plaque solidified here. It is translucent, but has an indelible sense of filth.
Then, more stuff spurted out of his mouth. But it was no longer a liquid, but an overflowing mist of light, or flame. Things that were in a gaseous state but not in a gaseous state continuously and uncontrollably emerged from Han Shang's mouth. There are also things in his eyes, his ears, and his nose that cannot be suppressed and do not seem to belong to him. The eyeballs, eardrums, and radula all seemed to be eroded away by something that was both cold and hot.
How powerless. _o_m No sound can be conveyed, no picture can be presented. He could only smell the burning smell, the stench was unbearable, as if the whole inside of him had rotted, turned into a puddle of pus, and became the fuel of the cold fire.
"You really are..."
Even the figure of Lord Kutsutsuki standing right in front of him could not catch his eyes, and the same was true of his voice. However, Lord Xueyue did not show a mocking attitude. On the contrary, the corners of his eyebrows were slightly lowered, showing a hint of pity.
"It's really embarrassing. But you pretend to be like that. No one can see that under your complete, hard shell, your consciousness, thoughts and emotions are in a precarious situation. The barrier only aggravates your Being separated, how long can you hold on even in the human world? Pretending to be fine is not the same thing as really being fine. No matter how peaceful you act, your real heart is already devastated. That's how the warm wine affects you? Or is there something else?". Five
He squatted down, touched his chin, examined and pondered. Han Chang fell there quietly, motionless, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. Some kind of fluorescent blue fluid dripped from his facial features, and I didn't know if it could be touched. No one knew how madly he was shouting, running, and tearing in his mind. No one saw his struggle, and his struggle could not be conveyed to anyone. Lord Xueyue slowly stretched out his hand and said softly:
"It's not impossible to help you get out of this situation a little bit. In return, let me accept this unexpected surprise. Let me tell you up front, I had no such plan."
As he spoke, his hands touched the spilled liquid. It was almost everywhere around Han Shan, reflecting his dark reflection like a blue mirror. But such a mirror cannot reflect Lord Kutsutsuki's hand. The moment his fingertips came into contact with the liquid surface, tiny blue sparks ignited, and ripples spread out weakly. He raised his hand again, and several dazzling blue strands of light were pulled up. The texture was like spinning thread, like piano strings, and like mucus. He stood up abruptly, and several strands of thread were stretched out. With another wave of his hand and a turn, the silk threads were flying and swaying with dancing steps and gestures. Immediately afterwards, there were fires clinging to them, and they were all gathered into Lord Xueyue's hands. Until all the fluorescent blue color completely disappeared, Han Sheng just lay there quietly as if sleeping.
Lord Xueyue closed his hands, and light overflowed between his fingers, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if he had caught several fireflies. He blew a gentle breath along the gap between his thumbs, and then slowly opened his hands, revealing a blue lotus budding in his palms. Through the petals, the luminous core shines through, like an exquisite palace lantern, graceful and dreamy.
Xie Zhe felt Fengyun Zhan buzzing slightly in his hand.
It wasn't an illusion, it was indeed trembling regularly and even a little warm. He was a little surprised by the long-lost sense of reality. At the same time, it seemed to be leading itself in a certain direction. So he did it. He believed that this was the sword of heaven guiding him in his own way.
The surrounding scenery is endless indigo, deep and sad. The crimson disk shaped like the setting sun slowly sank in the sky, but it never really changed its position.
It just gives people a sinking feeling. From time to time there is something like a heat wave, which makes it look like it is undulating. The flowing crimson liquid falls vertically and melts into a sea of indigo. The lines of color are so sharp, almost angular, without transitions of any kind.
Xie Zhe walked forward until he saw a pale figure in front of him. This impeccable outline seems to be glowing here. He quickened his pace and walked over, vaguely seeing something familiar in this human form. He knew that he must have seen this person before.
"You, uh... you, you are-"
He has really seen it! After trying hard to distinguish, he realized that this was actually the face of Fusong Fengdai! He had seen it, and he had only seen it once, and that was Fu Sangshen who ended his life at the hands of Master Lintian. He is not the real Shui Wujun from the past, but just a sword spirit created in his image. But he was a little excited, which proved that there was indeed some resonance between the Six Paths Divine Weapons, linking him and Lintian Master in this situation.
The sword spirit stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction. He followed the guidance and looked over, and finally saw another figure in the endless indigo. The difference is that this figure is so dark and heavy. It almost melts into the blue. Whether it was Xie Zhe who didn't realize it before, or whether he could only use Fu Sangshen to guide him, he didn't know. But he walked forward quickly, leaned down without any hesitation, and reached out to grab the shadow on the ground.
What turned over was Han Chang's sleeping face - but it was clearly the face of a fox, with a slender snout and covered with fine fur. And just when he turned his face up, the blackness on his body quickly retreated, like countless tiny reptiles scattering in a rush. He tried his best to shout Han Shangs name and shook him desperately until he finally slowly opened his eyes.
"...?"
He stood up, his dark eyes full of confusion.
"What - uh - happened?"
He felt his throat was dry, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck. Xie Zhe was surprised to find that even his hands had turned into the shape of claws. When the sharp nails touched Han Chang's own face, he was stunned for a moment. Immediately, he stretched out his hand and looked at his paws covered with fire-colored down, his eyes widening.
"This, this is really bad." The fox grinned, revealing its sharp fangs. "I didn't expect that the demon power was so unstable that I couldn't maintain my human appearance... In this case, Wenying must have encountered the same thing."
"Are you okay?" Xie Zhe stared at him suspiciously, "You don't have to push yourself to this point."
"I don't."
Han Chang retorted quickly. He held the dagger in one hand and used the tip of the scabbard to prop up his body. Xie Zhe wanted to help him, but he pushed him away hard, and his claws accidentally tore holes in his clothes. Hanshang realized that he was a little out of sorts and said quickly:
"I didn't mean to do it, I was just, um... just a little tired. I'm fine, fine, I - ugh."
What I wanted to say ended with a short sigh. No matter how slow the opponent is, you can still see how bad his condition is. _o_m If he was really in a good condition, he wouldn't be unable to change back to his inhuman appearance. At this moment, the bright voice appeared again.
"I feel... not very good. I could see something before, but now I can't. Because I was a little afraid of things I didn't understand, so I closed my eyes. I talked to you for a while When I felt the courage to open my eyes, I found that I couldn't see anything. It was so dark, darker than the deepest part of the ocean. Is this the world of the blind? It's a bit troublesome. But I will continue to say it, I know you You’ll definitely hear it—I’ll talk until I can’t even make a sound.”
Han Chang raised his furry fox ears and looked around warily.
"Did you hear that?"
"I heard it, she kept saying it, but..."
"Jiaomo! Mrs. Jiaomo——"
"——But, our voices cannot be conveyed to her. She is singing with the techniques of the sharks, which we cannot do. Didn't you hear it before? I think her voice can always remind everyone , let everyone hold on a little longer.”
"I... forget it. I just heard her voice." Han Yang was still looking around, as if he was looking for something. "But don't you try to find her? By the way, how do you find me?"
Thanks.
Zhe turned around and found that Duan Chenhuan's sword spirit was still there, but Han Sheng seemed invisible. He began to understand that this was something only his eyes could see.
"Yes, Feng Yunzhan reminded me to find traces of Duan Chenhuan. It should be the message conveyed by Master Lintian. His sword spirit pointed over, and I was able to see your traces. But there is probably nothing that Jiao Mo can do. I I can’t figure out where her voice comes from. Even if I find the direction, I’m afraid I won’t be able to... see her.”
"No, I can hear it, right there—"
His ears twitched. Looking along his hand, Xie Zhe couldn't see anything for the time being. But Han Chang walked over quickly, even though his steps were a little staggering. Xie Zhe quickly followed. He thought that maybe the monster's ears were better than his.
What about Ling Huan? Where is she now? Can her ears also hear the sound of white foam? Can she hold on? Xie Zhe knew that she was a very strong girl, but among them, she was also the weakest. She is destined to be uneasy. For her to come to a place like this, there was no turning back. If possible, he really didn't want her to come with him.
She really should stay, stay in the Cinnabar Desert, wait until dawn and then go back safely. @*~~Just leave the showdown with lies to them. Regardless of whether she wins or loses, she can enjoy the brief moment of peace after that. Of course, it would be better if you win. Don't get involved in any battles with evil angels, don't get involved in any disputes with monsters, and just live safely in the saved world.
In this world, we must do our best to save even if we risk our lives. .
