The art of inner vision is a very strange skill. After a long period of meditation practice, it allows the practitioner to use a unique sixth sense that transcends the five senses to explore his own body and deep levels. consciousness.
This sixth sense is very hazy, a bit like a dream. Lin Xiaolu just felt like he was in a dream. In that dream, he saw a black river that could not be seen to the end. The river was flat, without any ripples, neither There are no waves in the flow, only deathly silence is displayed there.
Different from the last time he saw Wangchuan, this time, Lin Xiaolu saw Wangchuan from the perspective of a third party, from top to bottom, but he still did not see the whole picture of Wangchuan, let alone the details of Wangchuan. Where is the source.
In the room, the young man with golden eyes slowly raised his head, then sat quietly for a while, then got off the bed and got up to go out.
Now that the cave interior view technique has been mastered and Wangchuan has been seen, there is nothing more to say. Go back to Emei to find the boss to see if it is true that as Mr. Zhongni guessed before his death, he can reach the boss through Wangchuan. Said Pangu Tomb.
After opening the door and leaving the wing, Lin Xiaolu walked down the stairs with a bang. In the lobby downstairs, three girls were sitting around eating melon seeds and chatting. From time to time, there was a burst of laughter like silver bells. When Shangguan Shiliu discovered Lin Xiaolu came downstairs and immediately invited him in surprise:
"Deer Zai, let's play mahjong. Three are short of one."
Lin Xiaolu shook his head:
"I have mastered the art of cave viewing, and I am ready to return to Emei."
As soon as these words came out, the three women were stunned.
The disgraced Meier looked surprised: "I have completed my mission, can I go back to Houtu?"
Shangguan Shiliu looked curious: "Have you seen that Wangchuan?"
Shangguan Hamigua looked confused, then he folded his little arms and hummed nonchalantly: "We can finally break up, I have wanted to leave for a long time."
Arriving at the lobby, Lin Xiaolu picked up the gourd and drank a sip of wine, then directly greeted the three girls:
"I just saw Wangchuan, and now I'm anxious to go back. Without further ado, let's talk on the way."
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Two days later, late at night, north of Sanqian Continent, Impermanence Continent
In the hazy night, Lin Zhili, dressed in black, stood on the top of a palace, holding an unconscious young man in his hand, looking up at the dark sky, his eyes full of expectation.
He waited for a moment, and a faint strand of black hair appeared from the night sky, swinging down silently. When he saw this strand of hair, Lin Zhili's eyes suddenly lit up and he said "Wow!" and threw the boy in his hand up into the sky. , but as soon as the young man flew halfway, he exploded into a ball of blood mist and turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.
Lin Zhili was stunned and said in confusion:
"Brother, don't you occupy a body?"
In the sky, the hair slowly fell in front of him, and then turned into a humanoid figure as black as ink, standing on the gold and stone tiles on the top of the palace, and stretched out his palm to him.
Lin Zhili did not hesitate and reached out to hold the humanoid's palm. The next second, the humanoid gained his knowledge and spoke the hoarse Three Thousand Continent Master language:
"The bodies of these low-level creatures make me sick. I don't despise their bodies. You haven't found the undercurrent of chaos yet?"
"Found it. It's in the hands of a young man named Lin Xiaolu." After saying that, Lin Zhili looked around and saw that no other clan members showed up, so he was slightly disappointed and said: "Is it just a brother who comes out alone this time?"
The figure nodded, and at the same time, the body began to transform into the same human form as Lin Zhili, but the face was different. He looked like an extremely ferocious strong man. The figure was also very burly, with a height of two and a half meters. At the same time, he was full of toughness. The ferocious muscles were much stronger than Song Tianhu's, and he looked very oppressive. Lin Zhili was like a bean sprout in front of him.
After the transformation was completed, the naked strong man looked at Lin Zhili in front of him and said in a loud voice:
"I am the only one who came out this time. The other tribesmen are still sealed. Although the seal is getting weaker and weaker, there is no undercurrent of chaos. They will continue to be sealed for a short time, and no other tribesmen will come."
After saying that, he stared at the thin Lin Zhili with a look full of violence:
"I ask you, since you already know where the undercurrent of chaos is, why don't you take it!"
"Uh..." Lin Zhili choked for a moment, then looked at the abdominal muscles in front of him that were bigger than his own head, and scratched his head in embarrassment:
"Brother, I have discovered that after so many years of development, there are still a few powerful guys in this world. But don't worry, brother, I have controlled many indigenous creatures and formed an army. Now I have you. Come and help me, we will surely capture the undercurrent of chaos and free our people, so you go first."
Before he finished speaking, the strong man suddenly stared, and then waved his hand fiercely!
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound, and Lin Zhili, who was unprepared, was whipped to the side of his head. Then he covered his face and looked at the strong man in confusion:
"Why did you hit me?"
In front of me, the condescending strong man said with disdain:
"You are a loser. You actually have to control the low-level creatures here in order to seize the undercurrent of chaos. You have brought shame on all the clan members!"
After that, he shouted in a deep voice:
"Just tell me where the undercurrent of chaos is, and I'll go get it myself!"
At this moment, Lin Zhili covered his red face, feeling angry and aggrieved, but he did not have an attack because he had roughly guessed the identity of the compatriot in front of him.
In the void of chaos, except for the king of the clan, there are only twelve generals who can slap themselves so painfully. In other words, the guy in front of him is one of the twelve generals, and his status is completely different from that of an ordinary person like him. Soldiers can compare.
It seems that the king is very angry. He used up so much strength to withstand the seal of Xuanyuan Sword Stone and sent out a small soldier. However, he has not captured the undercurrent of chaos until now, so he sent out another general.
You must know that when you step out of the chaotic void, the stronger you are, the greater the backlash of the seal will be. You can imagine how much effort the king spent to send out a general.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhili had no choice but to suppress his anger and raised his hand to point to the east:
"Lin Xiaolu is from Emei. Commander, you can fly straight in this direction to Emei."
After saying that, he looked eager to try and said: "General, can I go with you? I can do it."
"Snapped!"
There was another crisp sound, and Lin Zhili was hit again and his body tilted. A red slap mark appeared on each of his left and right cheeks, and he almost rolled off the roof after being beaten.
"It's better for a waste like you to stay here and eat shit, Diaomao." After saying that, the strong man ignored him and turned into a black light and flew eastward.
The strong man left, and the young man who had been slapped twice stood alone on the roof in confusion. For a long time, the young man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he yelled in the direction of the strong man:
"You old bastard, go and eat shit! You are such a loser! Your whole family is a loser!"
