The mouth of the vortex collapsed and expanded to about three feet in size in a short period of time. It was cold and dark and the depth was unknown. The rumbling sound was very frightening. A thin mist floated up from the water surface nearby, and even the spiritual energy in the sky was affected.
Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the trees on the island were swaying and their branches and leaves were dancing.
The water birds flew away in fright, making bursts of chirping, and flew to the farthest island to settle down.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the water surface was slowly declining. Using nearby islands as a reference, the wet marks faded out one by one, which was very obvious. He was floating in the air without moving. Why did Shui Jingmei make such a big noise? ?
The huge noise caused by the whirlpool in the water quickly attracted the attention of the world spirit under the yellow sand in the distance.
Balls of yellow sand and mist surged to the edge of the water. They climbed into the air to observe the Taoist priest and the strange things on the water. They did not dare to get too close to the Taoist priest. They were not good-tempered. They would draw their swords at each other if they disagreed with each other. They were extremely murderous. I don't want to mess with him now.
Of course, if they get the chance, they will attack in groups and cut the smelly Taoist priest into pieces.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced around with cold eyes, and all the buzzing fell silent.
He continued to stare at the black vortex below. In almost a word, the entire water area dropped five feet. If it continued to fall at this rate, it would take two hours before the water area would completely bottom out.
He was thinking about whether Shui Jingmei was practicing martial arts or something?
Deciding to wait for another half hour, the water surface dropped to about six feet. If Shui Jingmei didn't show up again, he would say hello with the sword in his hand.
"Excuse me, Chief...what's the situation under the water? Is it because the pond is leaking?"
A weak questioning voice came from the southeast.
The question was absurd and whimsical.
Based on various signs, they calculated that the water area should be able to persist for about five years. How could such a change occur in advance? They want to grab the glimmer of life before the collapse of Blessed Land, but they are not ready yet.
Of course, if the situation is critical, they will not care about any preparations and will have to fight in a hurry.
This is also the first time that a world spirit speaks so politely.
Zhang Wenfeng Danmo replied succinctly: "I don't know!"
Even if he knew it, he would not tell the other person. He once again warned with his eyes that he would draw his sword and kill anyone who dared to cause trouble.
He was able to despise the eleven clouds of yellow sand surrounding him and not take them seriously, all because of the shocking effect he drew his sword again and again and fought life and death.
Those bitches can't be polite to them.
There was a spirit in the yellow sand mist that was so angry that it didn't dare to show any obvious dissatisfaction.
They communicated with each other to discuss countermeasures, and strange things happened in the blessed land that were beyond their control, making them feel an unprecedented crisis.
Before their souls were forcibly extracted to suppress this node, all of them were at the fourth level of cultivation, each with their own wisdom and knowledge. Unfortunately, over time, they have experienced the ups and downs of spiritual energy again and again, and their original souls, talents, memories, etc. have been worn away. With little left, he became violent and violent, turning into a monster that was neither human nor ghost, almost acting on instinct.
Nothing can be done through the discussion, so we can only wait on the edge in frustration.
He can't beat him again and again, and he's not as fierce as anyone else.
There is no other way but to wait for them. After all, we have to see the results, otherwise how can we feel at ease?
The long wait seemed very torturous. Some world spirits could not suppress their violent emotions and hurriedly left the place. They ran to the yellow sand field in the distance and stirred up sand fog and sand dunes in the sky. They did not dare to provoke the Taoist priests to draw their swords. After venting their anger, they ran back and continued to wait. .
Zhang Wenfeng was always paying attention to the drop in the water level. He saw that for almost half an hour, the fresh sand mark exposed on the island was more than five feet high. He noticed that the mouth of the vortex was slowly converging, and the water level was slowing down. He felt a little relieved. tone.
Unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to draw his sword against the water spirit lurking under the whirlpool.
It was a life-threatening matter related to whether he could go out, so he had to be cautious.
The world spirits who were waiting eagerly also discovered the new situation of the vortex, and there was another buzzing sound. If it weren't for the Taoist priests who shocked the whole audience, they would have used their own methods to test the weirdness below the vortex.
They work hard to break into the vitality of water and vapor.
Even if you don't stay for long, it's still okay to take one or two shots.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the vortex shrank to a size of about ten feet, and a slowly rising column of turquoise water gushes out from underneath, dripping with green water. Sitting cross-legged in the middle is a seven or eight-year-old novice monk wearing a gray monk's robe.
The young monk held an alms bowl in his left hand. There seemed to be water flowing in it. He stood up quickly and saluted the Taoist priest in the air with one hand raised in front of his chest: "Little monk Xuanxiu, thank you Taoist Master for protecting the law!"
Zhang Wenfeng had already retreated dozens of feet away, and was level with the water column about five feet above the water. He raised his hands and returned the greeting: "It's a small effort, it's not worth mentioning. Zhang Wenfeng has met Master Xuanxiu."
He also didn't expect that Shui Jingmei would turn into a human form and turn into a little novice monk.
It was really beyond his expectation. The little monk still had a slight aura of water essence that could not be restrained, and he would not admit it wrong.
Then he thought of Monk Fayuan. That monk could know the opening time of the entrance and exit of Bishui Pond Blessed Land. He might have found out the secret from the temple's book. He knew that there was such a mysterious young monk hiding under the water here. He deliberately said it was a chance to attract him. Come.
Little monk Xuanxiu saluted again to the world spirits hidden in the mist of yellow sand, looking around, and said: "Thank you all for coming to watch the ceremony, please come back!"
He was very polite and polite. If it weren't for the third-level aura exuding from his body that couldn't be completely restrained, he would be like a little monk who is harmless to humans and animals and has no knowledge of the world.
The world spirits were relieved, it was not that the pond was leaking, the imminent crisis was resolved, and the chaos dispersed.
Different ways do not work together, and they are too lazy to be polite to the young monk.
It made them wait in fear for half an hour, and it was already showing the Taoist's face that they didn't speak harshly.
Zhang Wenfeng observed the young monk who suddenly appeared. He would not be fooled by his appearance.
He guessed that the other party was an old senior from more than five hundred years ago, at least a monk with a cultivation level of the fourth level or above. He knew that he could not survive the ebb of spiritual energy, and he was unwilling to take risks on Duxian Island or Climbing the Immortal Road, so he ran into the Bishui Pond Blessed Land to hide. stand up.
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He used something similar to the secret technique of reincarnation, attached to the body of Jingmei under the water, and his mind was awakened by his scriptures, similar to the "awakening spirit" of the reincarnation of gods, and then melted the soul of the water Jingmei and merged into one.
This also explains why Shui Jingmei was able to advance to the third level of transformation in just a few years.
As for whether it was accurate or not, it was probably about the same. He would not inquire into other people's privacy, so he said warmly:
"Master Xuanxiu, Zhang is abrupt and wants to ask you a question."
"Tao Zhang, please speak."
The little monk smiled innocently and was able to come back to life. Although the current situation he was in was very bad and the blessed land was on the verge of collapse, he was in a very good mood and everything he looked at felt beautiful.
What is the strength of character? It is nothing more than being exposed to wind and rain and being able to withstand the hardships of nature.
Zhang Wenfeng did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point and asked: "Master Xuanxiu, you also know the current situation of Bishuitan Blessed Land. Can we get out of trouble and leave? Please tell the truth."
He watched the little monk's every move closely in order to judge the authenticity of the little monk's words.
It was a matter of life and death, and no matter how calm and pure his state of mind was, it was now rippled and unstable.
The young monk smiled and said, "There is a way to get out of trouble."
Zhang Wenfeng's tense heart suddenly relaxed. There would be a way. A smile appeared on his face. When he looked at the little monk, he felt that his features were pretty and he looked pleasing to the eye.
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