In the ancient battlefield, there is no sun, but there are day and night.
The girl in green clothes walked slowly on the ancient battlefield. In her consciousness, the evil spirit and murderous aura floating between heaven and earth became stronger and stronger, as if floating down from the sky and rising from the ground.
The darkness of the ancient battlefield suddenly fell in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, his eyes were as dark as ink, and a faint spiritual light was hidden in his eyes. Lingchu raised his head and looked at the sky of the ancient battlefield.
Even before entering the ancient battlefield, she knew that day and night on the ancient battlefield only alternated in an instant. No one knew when the night would fall on the ancient battlefield, nor when the day would appear on the ancient battlefield.
The only thing I know is that the ancient battlefield at night is the real ancient battlefield.
And this was the first dark night Lingchu experienced on the ancient battlefield.
In the consciousness, with the advent of night, the thick black evil spirit and bloody hairspread that were originally scattered in all directions suddenly expanded more than ten times at the moment when the night was soaked.
The consciousness that used to be able to clearly see the colors between heaven and earth is now filled with red and black colors.
Originally, the evil spirit only lightly affected the sea of consciousness, but now, it is impacting the sea of consciousness in waves.
Just like the calm sea, suddenly there are huge waves.
Angry and horrified.
The evil energy of blood broke into Lingchu's outer consciousness. In a daze, Lingchu felt that the color of the sky and the earth had changed. The sky that was originally as dark as ink suddenly turned into a bloody, dry sky. On the earth, gurgling blood overflowed from the ground and flowed on the ground. The tangy smell of blood came towards the face. Monks standing proudly appeared in front of them, and demonic beasts raised their heads and roared. Each of them held various magic weapons. , or show their fangs and sharp blades, their eyes are red, and they pounce on the opponent full of murderous intent.
His ears were filled with the sounds of killing, roaring, and wailing.
In the blink of an eye, there were corpses everywhere, devastation everywhere, blood flowing on the ground, and blood evil filling the air, like a sea of blood, trying to submerge Lingchu and drown him in it.
In an instant, Lingchu felt a little hard to breathe, as if he was really in the deep sea.
In the sea of consciousness, a clear breath suddenly appeared, slowly infiltrating the consciousness, bringing a sense of clarity to Lingchu who seemed to be in the boundless deep sea, and a little breathing space. On the Qingming Festival, with a little chance, Lingchu came back to his senses in an instant. The "Longevity Sutra" was running in his body, and the two qi of life and death in his Dantian circulated in his limbs and bones, dispelling the cold and stiffness.
In the sea of consciousness, there was a faint sound of scriptures.
As the "Qing Jing Sutra" echoed in the sea of consciousness, the bloody sea, the fighting and roaring, were gradually fading away.
The released spiritual consciousness cannot be taken back. At night, the free space cracks in the ancient battlefield will only become more dense and dangerous. However, as long as the spiritual consciousness is released, it will inevitably be trapped in this space, because at night , became irritated and suffocated with the blood evil spirit, causing all kinds of illusions.
This is inevitable and has to be the case.
Under the deep ink-like night, on an endless wasteland, the girl in green clothes suddenly stood still and opened her eyes. A pair of clear eyes exuded a faint aura, and there was a light bloodshot in her eyes that slowly dissipated.
Lingchu let out a breath of turbid air, exhaling all the suffocating feeling in his chest caused by the extremely real hallucination.
On top of the black ink hair, the green wood hairpin that looks like wood but not wood, looks like jade but not jade is inserted diagonally, glowing with light fluorescence, with jade color flowing inside.
Reaching out to touch the hairpin with the core of the Yangshen wood above his head, Lingchu felt a warmth flash in his heart. The clear stream that just flowed through the sea of consciousness came from this hairpin.
Although Lingchu had been prepared for it, if he could not free himself from the illusion and wake up, the glazed green lotus fire in his dantian would fly out of his dantian in an instant, burning the blood evil energy all over Lingchu's body.
If there is no blood evil around, there will naturally be no illusions.
I just didn't expect that this hairpin made of nourishing wood would automatically sound a warning and pull Lingchu back from the bloody illusion.
It is indeed the treasure of spiritual consciousness, the wood core of the divine nourishing tree.
In the dantian, the glazed green lotus fire was eager to try. It sensed the meaning conveyed by the master and did not need it to take action. It suddenly became a little sluggish and turned around twice in the dantian dejectedly.
It has been a long time since it went out for a walk.
After receiving the emotion of the glazed green lotus fire, Lingchu was slightly startled, and then smiled and rolled his eyes. The spirituality of the glazed green lotus fire was more like a child than that of Qingkong.
"I will definitely let you come out when I have the opportunity." Lingchu's mind moved slightly, and he transferred this spiritual consciousness into his dantian.
After receiving this guarantee, the glazed green lotus fire's glazed-colored flames beat slightly, and seemed to be very happy to jump up and down twice, and then turned in circles in the dantian with satisfaction.
Lingchu looked at the series of movements of Liuli Qinglianhuo, the smile in his eyes became thicker and the corners of his mouth raised high.
The burden caused by the evil spirit of blood in my heart has completely dissipated, leaving only a clear state of mind.
There was no need for lighting, and his clear eyes shone with a faint spiritual light. Lingchu walked alone in the dark night where he couldn't see his fingers. With spiritual power flowing in his eyes, he saw that the ancient battlefield was still dark, but it was several feet in diameter. Inside, you can still see vaguely clearly.
The dark night of the ancient battlefield, this is just the beginning.
Lingchu stepped forward cautiously, and suddenly, a slight click sounded in the empty world.
This sound was very weak, and even the monk could only barely catch it.
Looking sideways and looking not far away, the glazed green lotus fire in Lingchu's dantian was eager to try.
Not far away, on the dry land, on the flat brown land, suddenly, a small earth bag bulged up. This small earth bag bulged in the night, as if there was something underneath. To break free from the blockade of the earth and get out from under the ground.
And the slight clicking sound came from this small earth bag.
In the deep dark night, one click after another sounded. It seemed that the first click was a horn, a horn that woke up all the sleeping things underground.
One after another, soil bags bulged up on the ground. Within the range that Lingchu could see, there were no less than a dozen soil bags, and in the darkness that Lingchu could not see, there was a continuous clicking sound. sounded.
The clicking sound came one after another, as if it filled the whole world.
Lingchu did not stay where he was, but kept avoiding the lumps of earth under his feet and walked unswervingly toward the center.
As time went by, the things under the ground struggled more and more fiercely, and the earth bags above the ground also opened cracks, and it seemed that they would break free from the ground in the next moment.
Lingchu's heart moved slightly, and with a flash of inspiration in his hand, a stream of quicksand gathered at his feet, covering the earthen bag. Then, a ray of fire burned the quicksand and turned it into solidified soil.
The bumpkin was just stuck.
When the thing under the ground tried to come out again, he felt a sudden increase in resistance above his head. He paused blankly, and then started struggling even more angrily.
It is naturally impossible to lock things underground with such a simple method, but, at least, it will be more difficult for things underground to come out.
Ling Chu smiled and frowned, and with every step he took, the earth he passed was wrapped in quicksand and covered in flowing fire.
In this boundless darkness, I felt a little confused.
