The first reaction of the monks in the room was what happened outside. Did I hit something...
But the next moment, just like the monks on the deck, the world was overturned in an instant, and a powerful force that could not be resisted swept over everyone in the warehouse.
But in the blink of an eye, they had forgotten the purpose of coming here. They fell unconscious and wailed, and they couldn't tell whose blood was mixed with the remaining body.
This is how the end comes.
However, there are exceptions to this. As the one with the highest level of cultivation among all the cultivators, he still has some foresight. The moment he realized something was wrong, he quickly abandoned his position, broke open the upper and lower decks, jumped away from the small space that collapsed almost instantly, and disappeared.
Then the monks in this space didn't wail for long. It seemed that a terrible force was squeezing from all directions, constantly compressing the space where everyone was.
Obviously, it was too late for the monks here to escape.
As the only exception, Ningxia cannot empathize with the situation in the alien space. But she was also anxious.
As the only "immovable" coordinate object here, Ningxia is the one who can see it most clearly.
This is not a shock, but the mountains and seas are overturning. Ningxia saw an unforgettable scene in the little black box without any wind or waves.
What is space? Simply put, the complex principle is the extension of length, width, and height. Based on Ningxia's poor knowledge, this is probably how we understand it. On weekdays, everything they look at and pass by is basically the product of space.
However, at this moment, in her eyes, everything was distorted, and all points, lines, surfaces, everything turned into distorted symbols. The world in front of her seemed to have become an existence that she could not recognize, and her knowledge was deprived of her.
She couldn't see anything clearly.
But there were bursts of dying wails, desperate screams, and sounds like machines wearing out, telling her that what she was seeing was not an illusion.
Everyone was caught in such a fatal situation.
What happened?
The girl's heart was in turmoil, and she was a little confused. in the end……
Buzz——
Buzz——
Such a weak sound suddenly sounded in the small and quiet space, long and immersed in an unspeakable wave.
Ning Xia subconsciously touched the right side of her waist, with a hint of surprise on her face.
Although he could feel some uneasiness and restlessness from the end of the sword, it was not the Chonghuan Sword that was buzzing just now.
So...that's it.
Ningxia lowered her head and looked at the slightly steady spiritual sword hanging on the left side of her waist. It was the spiritual sword of True Lord Yuanheng, Long Yuan.
It seems that she is no stranger to this spiritual sword. This sword, which is close to the natal magic weapon of True Lord Yuanheng, has been lent by True Lord Yuanheng many times as a line of defense to protect her.
Mostly after accepting the instructions from True Lord Yuan Heng, this long sword with a certain spirituality has always been very cooperative. Every time it came into her hands, there was no trouble. Sometimes, when Ningxia touched her, she would respond with some fragmentary and vague emotions, although Ningxia was confused and couldn't understand it every time.
But this time Ningxia actually felt the emotions coming from this sword.
It's urgent. What it's going to do... it's chaotic and helpless.
True Lord Yuanheng is still outside.
Ningxia was suffocated. After what happened, she tried her best to avoid this fact and tried her best to calm herself down.
Long Yuan broke the false calm in this room.
Ning Xia lowered her eyes and placed her hand on Long Yuan's sword hilt. If you feel something strange, do you want to save your master?
But it doesn’t seem to work.
Although Ningxia hasn't figured out anything yet, she has figured out one thing: don't leave the place where she can only live now. If she went out casually, the consequences would be beyond her imagination... she would die.
But what should Zhenjun Yuanheng do?
The wailing has ended, and what you can see is still a distorted and blurry picture. Nothing can be seen clearly, and there are only waves of creepy humming sounds that cannot bear to be thought about. Soon these too will disappear.
Ningxia simply couldn't imagine what happened to Zhenjun Yuanheng. The magic weapon for directional communication is not very useful, and I haven’t been contacted since just now.
She could not confirm the situation of Zhenjun Yuanheng at all, nor could she imagine what kind of danger he was in now.
Buzz buzz——
Long Yuan kept roaring, from the groan-like chirping just now, to the impatient urging, to now the alarm-like buzzing.
It panics, and Ningxia also panics.
The buzzing sound filled the air and reverberated from the small space. It was wirelessly amplified in this space and mixed with the attenuated noise from the outside. It simply made Ningxia restless.
"Without me, you wouldn't be able to get out of here alone with a sword. If I get out from here... I'll die." Ning Xia, who was already anxious, murmured to Long Yuan.
Talking to a spiritual sword, Ning Xia thought she was probably crazy.
Buzz——
For some reason, Ningxia heard some comforting meaning from it. It seemed a little sad, but also seemed to understand, but there was hidden anxiety, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Indescribable emotions spread from the top of my heart.
It is just a spiritual sword, a cold weapon born from a cold sword embryo. Even if it has some human emotions learned from the long spiritual training of heaven and earth, it is still a spiritual sword without a heart.
However, because this spiritual sword sensed the danger of its owner, it struggled to get out, and like a human being, it was nostalgic for the host that had nurtured it for many years.
If a sword is like this...what should she do?
"Do you know if he is okay now?" Ning Xia grabbed Long Yuan's throat and felt choked. The rush coming from the sword is self-evident.
"Okay." Ningxia took a deep breath, pulled out a wooden box from the corner, and took out something from it.
Seeing the burst of purple light entering the sword, Ning Xia let out a long sigh of relief. So……
"As soon as you get out, let go and go find him, you know?"
"...Can it be done?"
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A ray of purple light quickly passed through the twisted and crooked space, as if it was looking for something.
The blurry space can no longer be seen clearly, and only a patch of blood mixed with skewed lines can be seen, extending across the entire world.
The wailing that was originally entrenched here has disappeared, and there seems to be only the sound of various dead objects colliding and tearing apart between heaven and earth. It is so "quiet" that it is terrifying.
That purple light didn't seem to give up. It flickered in the huge space despite being hurt by some unknown force, and the light on it became dimmer and dimmer.
Suddenly, the bright color stopped somewhere and buzzed faintly. no response.
The purple light seemed to be a little anxious. It suddenly brightened a little and enveloped something, and there was an urgent buzzing sound.
Then the purple light dimmed as if it had exhausted all its strength, leaving only an almost non-existent brightness, as if it would soon fall into silence.
Suddenly, a burst of spiritual light erupted from the spot, and the twisted space seemed to have been dug out, leaving only a hole. The surrounding twisted and restless lines instantly filled it up, as if nothing happened.
