"Who are you?"
The low murmur came from the deepest part of my heart.
At that time, Lingchu was at the critical moment of forming pills when he was disturbed by this sudden question.
The originally smooth spiritual energy in his body suddenly went into chaos, and his eyebrows frowned slightly on his peaceful face.
Could it be the inner demon level when forming the elixir?
This was Lingchu's first reaction, but this idea was overturned by Lingchu almost in an instant.
No, not the inner demon level.
She had never heard of someone who could still chat with people in the Heart Demon Pass when forming a pill.
Feeling wary, Lingchu didn't want to respond to this inquiry that seemed to come from deep in his heart. However, this voice kept ringing in his heart. Gradually, it seemed like there were countless people and countless mouths, just like that, in your heart. In my ears, deep in your heart, I ask you over and over again.
It seemed that he would not give up until he got Lingchu's answer.
Layers of overlapping sounds lingered in Lingchu's ears and deep in his heart.
This voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, and it was dismantling Lingchu's vigilance bit by bit.
When Lingchu heard his own voice, his breathing became confused.
She heard her own voice ringing in her heart.
"I am Yu Lingchu."
In an instant, Lingchu felt his hair stand on end, and suddenly he thought of the deep sea demonic sound that they had been warned about countless times when they entered the Deep Sea Demonic Eye and when they were in the Crystal Dragon Palace.
This is the magic sound of the deep sea!
Lingchu didn't know why, but he felt so confidently.
"No, you are not Yu Lingchu." The voice suddenly became sharp after Lingchu answered.
"You are Yu Lingchu, then who is Li Lingyan?" That voice was so sharp that it seemed to pierce people's hearts.
The direct stab made Lingchu confused.
Li Lingyan.
This name has not appeared in her world for a long time.
It's been so long that Lingchu has almost forgotten that this name was once her name.
"Li Lingyan is a person who does not exist in the first place. There is only one person named Yu Lingchu in this world."
For the first time, Lingchu spontaneously answered the voice deep in his heart.
This answer made the voice in my heart burst into laughter. Sometimes the laughter was as deep as a whisper, sometimes as clear and clear as a loud voice, and sometimes as slender as a delicate girl.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the owner of this voice was a man or a woman, old or young.
"Li Lingyan, what a good name. Choosing such a name must be a beautiful vision for you," the magic voice sounded softly, and Lingchu's heart was about to move, "Do you...want to see it?" , what was it like when your father gave you this name?"
The sound is like the poison of the datura flower, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and bewitching people's hearts.
Strong resistance arose in Lingchu's heart, and the expression on his face began to become one of struggle.
However, everything cannot be controlled by her thoughts.
When a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him, Lingchu saw the tall figure in front of him and the familiar brocade robe, and his heart became colder.
The tall figure wearing a gold brocade robe was facing away from Lingchu, and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only see the exquisite embroidery on the exquisite brocade robe, and the black boots that were also embroidered with gold threads.
This tall figure seemed to be saying something, but it was so vague that it was difficult to hear clearly. As the voice gradually became clearer, the surrounding scenes became more and more obvious.
This is an ancestral temple.
On top of the memorial table in the ancestral hall, there are rows of spiritual tablets. There is a faint green smoke in the incense burner, and the burning candles illuminate most of the ancestral hall, allowing people to see all the rows of spiritual tablets on the memorial table. Clearly.
All the spiritual positions start with the character Li.
This should be the ancestral hall of the Li family.
As the scene gradually became clearer, Lingchu finally heard the words of the tall figure clearly.
"Li Jinye, the unworthy descendants of the ancestors of the Li family, would like to inform our ancestors that I... my wife... my wife Yu, this morning gave birth to a Jiaojiao for me, Mrs. Li. I thought about it for a long time and decided to name her Lingyan."
"Rong Hua shines in the morning, who doesn't want to be beautiful?"
"She was born in the early morning, when the sun is rising in the east. I hope that she can shine like the rising sun."
"Lingyan...Lingyan..."
The words of command echoed in the ears, and the tall figure was gentle and full of joy.
Even though Lingchu couldn't see the man's face, he could still imagine the joy and hope on that face.
However, she only felt that her hands and feet were cold, and a layer of frost seemed to have condensed between her brows and eyes.
He looked away calmly. Lingchu was not crazy or crazy like other monks, but was calm as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
"Have you seen enough?"
Lingchu's voice sounded coldly in the ancestral hall, "Li Lingyan, this name has never been on the Li family's genealogy, so what does it matter, no matter how high the expectations are? It's just a shady name."
"What's more, whether you call me Li Lingyan or Yu Lingchu, I am who I am."
The voice was calm and full of calmness and determination.
If my heart does not move, everything will be disturbed.
"My name is Yu Lingchu."
After saying these words calmly, Lingchu closed his eyes and never gave a single glance to the scene in front of him or the tall figure.
On the stone platform of the Deep Sea Demonic Eye Formation.
Lingchu's figure sitting cross-legged was still upright, and the look of struggle between his brows and eyes was still unabated, but his breathing and spiritual power had returned to stability again.
However, not everyone can look at their past so calmly, or the things deepest in their hearts that they are least willing to mention and face.
Some people regained their steady breathing, while others' faces turned red, their throats brimming with blood, and then a bloody red blood spilled out of the corners of their mouths.
What's more, with a direct "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Veins appeared all over his face. There was a layer of black energy covering his face, and traces of blood oozed under his skin.
In an instant, the robe was dyed red and seeped into the stone platform.
Thump, thump.
In less than a year, several figures fell down, their breaths were disordered, their eyebrows were frowned, and their faces were pale.
And these fallen figures, even if they are still breathing, still have their eyes closed tightly, their faces are ferocious, their brows and eyes are full of struggle and pain, as if they have fallen into the deepest dream.
The only thing worth comforting is that at least there are no dead people on the stone platform.
Even if there is only one breath left, at least there is still hope.
This is why, this time, the monks who formed elixirs in the Deep Sea Demonic Eyes appeared so early in the formation of elixirs, and their grades were a bit low. Under the interference of the deep sea demonic sounds, they were able to successfully form elixirs without directly going crazy. , already has a good mind and outstanding talent.
