Jin Rong was very practical: "My cultivation level is not enough." Probably because he was afraid that Li Chuan would misunderstand, he added, "This case can be classified as the most dangerous case in the history of Qin Tian Prison."
"Is that an exaggeration?"
"It's not an exaggeration. In the past, just catching a monster, a ghost, an evil cultivator, destroying some power organizations, and confronting a big demon would be a big deal." Jin Rong said frankly, "Xinyuan, Boundary Zone, seniors who failed to ascend. , these should be things that I will never be able to touch in my life. We can stand here only because Senior Brother Wen has placed layers of restrictions, otherwise the power of light escaping would kill us."
"Before coming here, Chief Wen promised me that there won't be a single monster this time." Li Chuan looked at Chang Yuhua in front of him, "As expected, there aren't any monsters, but there are a bunch of strange ghosts."
Jin Rong trusted Wen Guying very much and said: "Senior Brother Wen should have a countermeasure in mind. It is better for us to stand here and not act rashly. If anything goes wrong, we can use the Tianyin Pot to awaken their minds."
Li Chuan was still uneasy and closed his eyes.
surge.
In the surge, the shapes of the world are gradually separating, his body seems to be peeling off, light and shadow are alternating, and the ripples in the puddle are intertwined with new colors.
He opened his eyes again. Wen Guying and Guan Zhongqiu were still fighting with the branches of the camphor tree, evenly matched, but he seemed to see a shadow separating from Wen Guying's body and walking towards the endless void.
Wen Guying fell into the trap.
The camphor tree wanted to pull him into the abyss of his heart through the surge in the boundary. The longer he struggled with the branches, the deeper he was pulled in.
He shouldn't believe Wen Guying's words and shouldn't have anything to do with this birdman. Li Chuan cursed in his heart, as if using the power of curses to calm down his emotions.
None of them will survive after the defeat. Not only will they not survive, they will even become White Walkers. No one will find out about their abnormality. The entire Si Shen Palace and the entire Chao Bing County of Yunqiao Township will slowly be filled with White Walkers.
Pan Xiaohua should be allowed to uproot this broken tree.
Li Chuan gritted his teeth, it would be better to fall into the abyss of his heart together.
Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became clear, and all the anger and anxiety faded away.
He took a step forward.
The worst case scenario is that we will fall into the abyss together and have a good pregnancy in the next life!
Jin Rong held him back, "Brother Li, don't go there."
"Everything here is separating," Li Chuan's voice was low and fast. He explained his plan again and asked, "Do you think you can use the two magic weapons I have here?"
He briefly talked about Dandelion and Xuanjia.
Jin Rong's face also became serious, "No, the quality is too low. The inner abyss cannot be opened by ordinary power, even immortals can't do it."
"It was already open, and I wanted to try to expand it," Li Chuan said. He has a breast mirror that can block the attacks of immortals.
Jin Rong couldn't think of any other way, so he made a decision: "I'll let you go over in a while, so just go over and ride your crab. Use that black armor to block every bit."
"Okay." Li Chuan replied cautiously, "You can also use the Tianyin Pot again to see if you can wake up Daoist Wen."
The gentle and gentle sound of the Tianyin Pot rang again.
Wen Guying's shadow walking toward the void seemed to pause.
Then, Jin Rong hit the ground hard with his fist. The ground shook instantly and made a clicking sound. Cracks opened crazily, and the roots of the camphor tree were exposed from inside.
"Let's go!" Jin Rong said.
A road made of dirt appeared out of thin air, leading to Changyuhua.
Jin Rong knelt on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Gong Er flew up and said, "Brother, I will lead the way for you."
On the muddy dirt road, colorful roosters flew ahead, and large green crabs scurried across the road.
The branches of the camphor tree surged towards the road. After blocking it for more than a dozen times, Gong Er fell to the ground. His eyes were tightly closed and his wings hung weakly. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
The branch was thrown at his head. Li Chuan leaned back and avoided it. When he was still in shock, the branch stabbed out from under him, directly piercing Xuanjia and passing through Pang San's body.
He turned sideways and fell.
There were only two or three meters left. He curled up and crawled forward. The road became thinner and softer. Countless branches and leaves rolled towards him. When he was about to block it with a book, a red light flashed.
Under the sword energy, the branches broke one after another.
Li Chuan raised his head and saw Wen Guying standing in mid-air, sword energy directed at the branch he was using.
It seems that he has woken up.
He looked in the direction of Guan Zhongqiu again and saw him lying on the ground with a hole in his chest.
"Don't be distracted." Li Chuan heard Wen Guying's voice.
He bent down and climbed the last section of the road awkwardly and attentively.
The sloping pool of water was within his reach.
Without wasting any time, he took out the "Pattern Sutra" and smashed it down.
This should also be regarded as a heaven-level magic weapon. Maybe it is above the heaven-level. Could it be an immortal level? You are really wronged for following me.
Golden light flashes.
The ripples are layer upon layer, with light and shadow beating alternately.
Everything in the world is in his eyes at this time.
There are three ripples, one is the present world, one is the inner abyss, and what is the other one?
It is a long-lasting flower.
It is the soul of the immortal that has not yet been parasitized, which has been preventing the expansion of the inner abyss.
The golden light crushed the ripples, and a hole was opened in the overlapping boundaries. Everything quickly dissolved and fell downwards.
Wen Guying closed his eyes.
The gems on the sword also dimmed.
The world in front of Li Chuan became gray and white, and groups of clouds enveloped them and the camphor trees. On the trunks of the camphor trees, there were dense yellow flocs.
At this time, there was only one camphor tree instead of two, and they all fell into the abyss of the heart.
Jin Rong shook his hands and rubbed the Tianyin pot again.
This time, the sound became sharp and rapid. After a few loud blasts, a branch pierced the pot body and the Tianyin Pot broke.
Then Jin Rong also closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he was trapped.
At the same time, Li Chuan saw Guan Zhongqiu standing up. There were also balls of yellow floc in his broken chest.
White Walkers.
Li Chuan also closed his eyes and pretended to be unable to move.
"Kill them." Zhang Shu spoke again.
Guan Zhongqiu was silent.
Zhangshu said: "You have returned here. While the door is not completely closed, kill them, devour me, and then leave as your senior brother. Come on, if you don't kill them, they will dissipate soon?" "
Seeing that Guan Zhongqiu didn't take any action, Zhangshu said, "Are you still trapped in the memory of this physical body?"
"Who am I?" Guan Zhongqiu asked.
A fluffy floc on the camphor tree flew towards him. In a daze, Guan Zhongqiu remembered everything, remembered that they were floating with the clouds in the boundless nothingness, remembered that he saw the light one day, and remembered that he became A butterfly, a fish... remembering the life after life he lived as a human being.
I remember that in order for him to parasitize in this monk's soul, countless companions flew towards him and let him devour them.
"The door is about to close." Zhangshu said again.
Li Chuan opened his eyes slightly and saw the light that was closing above the camphor tree. It seemed that it was the door that the camphor tree was talking about.
"It took us tens of thousands of years to finally reach this point. If you hesitate any longer, it will be the next tens of thousands of years, maybe hundreds of thousands of years."
Guan Zhongqiu picked up the sword on the ground. It was a very ordinary sword. After becoming an abandoned disciple of the Four Gods Palace, the magic weapons on his body became less and less.
The sword flew towards Wen Guying.
Li Chuan threw the "Pattern Sutra" in his hand towards the sword.
Close the door quickly.
Unexpectedly, while the book was still in the air, the sword turned and headed towards the camphor tree.
The pages of the book were turning in mid-air.
The red gem lit up, and Wen Gu responded, but he still closed his eyes. His sword chased Guan Zhongqiu's sword, heading towards the camphor tree, and sank into the trunk.
The trunk cracked.
Soon it disappeared into the clouds, the yellow floc was washed away, and the memories of three thousand years were accumulated and returned to nothingness.
Li Chuan felt weak and closed his eyes.
…
When he woke up again, he heard the sound of water, opened his eyes and saw dazzling green leaves, and a Taoist priest standing not far away, with a big and bright ruby on his sword.
"Where are the second and third brothers?" he asked.
"Seriously injured, but not life-threatening."
"Where's Brother Jin?"
"Just practice for a while."
Li Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely and carefully: "Wen Guying, if you have anything or nothing in the future, please don't come to me."
The Taoist priest came to him and said, "What if I ask you for help?"
Li Chuan shook his head: "There are so many talented people in the world... Please let me die without any illness or worries..."
Wen Guying still smiled and said, "Everything depends on Brother Li's instructions."
(End of chapter)
