It was cold and dead, as if a thick, moist mist had been washing the body. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
Xin Zhuo suddenly woke up, sat up cross-legged, and looked around. The complex color on his face flashed away, and turned into relief again.
In a coma, he had a dream. He dreamed that he was back in the land of suffering, sitting on the eaves with Yaya and watching the moon, bragging with Ni Cangtian and Hidden Dragon, and living with Girl Jingge...
Unfortunately, this is not a sea of suffering.
This is a land of endless abyss, with light barely visible. There are "islands" of different sizes floating in the surrounding space. The distance between islands is irregular. One or two miles away, Three to five miles away, only two or three feet away, strange vegetation and spiritual fruits grow on the island.
Under him was a small island two to three feet in diameter, with a few smelly weeds growing on it.
There was moist mist in all directions, as if rising from the bottom of an abyss.
This should be the space where I came from the Sea of Suffering, but...it feels very different somewhere.
He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Due to his injuries, he had fallen to the Earthly Immortal Realm. His whole body was limp and weak, and the enchantress's shining sword was still stuck in his chest. Although it did not hit the heart, it perfectly avoided the main organs. But a sword was stuck in his chest, causing him to feel heartbreaking pain.
Witch?
Only then did he react and immediately looked around. He saw the three-goddess goddess in red robes not far away, lying gracefully. Her long straight legs were white and delicate, but her face was pale and her eyes were closed, like cattail leaf fans. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and large blood stains flowed out from under her body, gathering into a stream of blood, flowing to the edge of the island, and then falling into the abyss.
He jumped up almost subconsciously and went to pull out the Tianwu Sword from his waist. Unfortunately, he was knocked to the ground by the heavy sword as soon as he stood up. He had to untie the sword and stood up again. As a result, the sword wound on his chest was pulled, and he was in excruciating pain. , causing the meridians throughout the body to squirm, and soon his forehead was covered with sweat.
He had no choice but to sit cross-legged, take a deep breath and then breathe again. He held the hilt of the sword on his chest with his right hand, pulled it out with force, and threw it aside. Blood spattered three feet from the wound, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
I endured the severe pain and tried to activate my mind, but it didn't work. The meridians were blocked. I tried to use the "Heaven and Earth Zhenwu Miaodao Sutra" to protect my body, but it didn't work. There was no blessing from the true energy!
In other words, it is almost an empty shell now, and it cannot easily use force without recovering from its injuries.
Thinking of this, his hatred for the enchantress deepened. He had to find a way to deal with the enchantress before she woke up. Otherwise, in this unknown place, he would be seriously injured and the only sword that protected him would be gone. There was really no hope of survival.
He picked up a stone casually, turned around and threw it, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
I saw that the enchantress had woken up at some point, sitting cross-legged, with no trace of color on her charming and delicate face, and a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him fiercely.
Xin Zhuo's heart sank. He didn't know how injured the demon girl was after she lost seven of her tails. Even if she was only in the Yinxu realm, she could easily kill him.
This made him somewhat "disrespectful".
The witch didn't speak, so he had no choice but to hold the stone and remain silent.
The two of them just looked at each other, and the atmosphere was not very harmonious.
The demon girl seemed to be extremely disgusted with him. She gritted her silver teeth for a while and said, "You evildoer has ruined a big thing. Who will be spared when Daluo comes back from now on? I, the Seven-Tailed, have been practicing hard for nine hundred years, and I have been killed by you." If you cut it off, how can I spare you?"
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and patted Xin Zhuo's face.
Xin Zhuo's chest was beating wildly, he threw the stone, and he jumped to the right to dodge. However, the violent storm he imagined did not come, and the witch's magic seemed to have failed!
The Third Holy Mother was stunned.
Xin Zhuo was also stunned for a moment, then he calmed down and smiled: "What? It's malfunctioning?"
The witch bit her lower lip, then pounced on him. She grabbed his neck with a pair of white and jade hands, and dug her sharp nails into his neck.
But, that's all.
Xin Zhuo's face turned red, and there was a trace of anger in his heart, and he cursed: "Witch, if you beat me like this, I'm very good at it."
He reached out and grabbed her long hair and pulled hard.
The witch was in pain. She tilted her neck back and exerted force on her hands. A pair of slender straight long legs below clamped hard on his waist, as if it was about to be pinched off.
Xin Zhuo was naturally not to be outdone, so he counterattacked with both legs and kicked her in the abdomen!
very good! In this way, a master who was at least in the Hunyuan Void Realm and a master who was in the Third Realm of Yang Reality started a "shrew fight" in an inexplicable place.
After half a stick of incense.
Xin Zhuo looked at the beautiful and charming witch's shy face and the bloody breath that was so close to him. He suddenly felt uninterested. He grabbed her hair and sighed, "I think we need to go deeper." Let’s communicate and talk, why do we have to distinguish between life and death?”
The demon girl's face calmed down a bit, and she said coldly: "Let go!"
"To show fairness, let's count the numbers and relax together." Xin Zhuo said: "Three, two...one!"
The two of them didn't try to cheat. They both let go and lay flat on their backs, breathing heavily.
After a while, Xin Zhuo said: "Putting aside the facts, since the incident between the Eighteen Sects, Tian Xie and Gui Qing has already happened, it is useless to talk more. You and I are in different camps. There is no right or wrong. What do you think?"
"snort!"
There was a sneer on the corner of the demon girl's scarlet mouth.
"So..." Xin Zhuo glanced around, "What the hell is this place? It looks like the place where you suspended your death, but it doesn't feel like it. I remember that there was no floating island here, only the source of true energy stone floating island. Coffin, the light doesn’t look like this color either!”
The demon girl closed her eyes and was silent for a long time before saying coldly: "This is not the original endless cliff of silence. When we fell, we were swept up by the strong wind and fell into an unknown place. Before fainting, I used the last bit of strength to explore , here... it seems to be the legendary Kuling River!"
Xin Zhuo looked at her in surprise: "What do you mean?"
There was a complex look on the demon girl's face, and she said slowly: "Back then, the evil emperor rose from the mortal world and rose up all the way. He overpowered thirty-six quasi-emperors of the human race, proved his way to death, and killed fifty-eight clans' holy masters before beheading three corpses. After being seriously injured, he fought with the Nether Ancestor for seventy-nine years. By chance, he opened an unknown mountain stream. This stream was filled with humid mist during the day and extremely cold at night. In March, the spiritual energy and true energy were exhausted, but in the next three months, the spiritual energy and true energy were full. , so repeatedly!
There are also extreme tides, which come around every ten years. The tide comes, and there is a glimmer of hope to get out. But if the tide does not come, and without quasi-emperor cultivation, it is difficult to get out, and you can only wait! "
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a long time: "Is the news reliable?"
The witch looked at him coldly: "Is the news reliable?"
Xin Zhuo said: "What you said can be regarded as myths. I don't know whether it is consistent with the facts. If you just follow what others say and hearsay, wouldn't it be nonsense and disturbing others?"
If you want him to stay in this hellish place for a long time, waiting for some damn tide, what's the difference between that and being on death row?
The demon girl's face was full of disdain: "If you don't believe it, you can try it!"
As expected, Xin Zhuo stood up, walked to the edge of the island, and looked around. With his current body, it would be difficult to jump to another island. Looking at the endless emptiness in all directions, this gave him a bad premonition. .
So, he chose to come back, sat down cross-legged, and said, "Let's take what you said as true, then what's next?"
The witch refused to answer.
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and then said: "If we wait here for seven or eight years or more than ten years, waiting for the tide, I'm afraid that the day lilies will be cold. Things are changing with each passing day outside. Gods and Buddhas all over the sky will come one after another. Everyone is trying their best. All the improvements are made to protect ourselves in the future. Even if we go out by then, it will be like sunset! I mean, if you live a long time and have a high level, are there any other ways?"
The demon girl's face became even more disdainful: "You should think about how to treat your injuries now and escape my pursuit. Once I recover my cultivation, I will kill you as soon as possible. With that Ancient Sword Intent, you can't possibly have a second chance." road!"
Xin Zhuo rolled up his sleeves calmly and said, "If you said that, I would pull your hair right now!"
The demon girl stayed away, pulled up her long hair, stared at him fiercely, and said sarcastically: "Why do you still think you can't compete in this great tide of martial arts? The geniuses of all races, saints and emperors everywhere, with extraordinary talents. There are countless people with profound foundations, but a self-righteous boy like you would have eight million if not ten million, ha!"
Xin Zhuo had already grabbed her long, sticky, bloodshot hair.
"release!"
(End of chapter)
