"Okay, shall we go in?" Jiang Song asked.
"Let's go." After Wen Guying finished speaking, he moved forward again.
Li Chuan just wanted to call them to stop, but found that they had disappeared. He wanted to wait for Wen Guying to say start before starting. He took two steps back, sat down against the mountain wall again, and took two sips of wine.
After the dizziness subsided, he lowered his head and looked at the Tianyin Pot intently.
The ink marks on the pot spread like ripples, occupying his entire field of vision, and his mind was deeply absorbed in it. All the sounds in his ears disappeared, and only the breeze blew by his ears, following the ripples. The layers spread, cleaning the space.
Wen Guying and Jiang Song immediately noticed the change.
Jiang Song said: "It's begun."
Wen Guying said "hmm" and said: "I will break the remaining spaces one by one. During the next period, you have to find her body and don't let her escape again. If you don't kill her today, it will be difficult for me to understand All I have in my heart is hatred.”
Jiang Song waved his hand, and a net appeared in his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I won't hold back this time."
"So you still care about women?" Wen Guying said mockingly.
Jiang Song laughed back: "I learned it all from you."
They were talking playfully, but the movements of their hands were not slow, and they even cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding.
Following the red sword light, a net enveloped the void in front, and the images in the space gradually appeared.
Liu Yang in the space was the first to notice the change. He turned his head and looked at the gradually increasing red light on the horizon and said, "Someone is coming!"
"Has anyone come to rescue us?" Mu Ling, who was squatting on the side, raised his head. There were many silver fish scales on the rocks in front of him. He said: "We have understood the information on the scales, and we will be able to go out soon."
"Not necessarily, maybe it's the enemy." Liu Yang took a few steps forward, feeling the changes in his spiritual power.
He felt the gentle wind blowing on his face.
The breeze gradually spread and enveloped the entire space, and everything gradually became blurred in this silent blow.
Gradually dissolving into nothingness.
"The scales are disappearing!" Mu Ling shouted.
The monks around him all looked in his direction.
The breeze blew through the silver scales, lifting them slightly. The scales gradually rose into the air, and in an instant they turned into fine smoke and dispersed without a trace.
Li Chuan stretched out his hand and felt the ripples.
This was the first time that he used all his heart and soul to activate the Tianyin Pot. The last time, I only pushed for a moment, and then I was distracted and smashed the pot.
He savored the feeling at this moment.
His sight extended to the distance along the wind.
Wherever the wind blew, ripples spread out, and everything began to separate and dissipate. The wind quietly erased all the visions, and everything returned to its original appearance.
The farther he looked, the lighter his body felt, as if he was about to float away.
He saw the monks who had returned to their original place in confusion. Some of them were happy, some were confused, and some seemed a little unwilling.
He also found Jiang Song and Wen Guying. Jiang Song held a big net in his hand, as if he was searching for something carefully; while Wen Guying seemed to glance in his direction, and then said a few words to Jiang Song.
The wind stopped further away, and Li Chuan realized that his limit had been reached.
Where is Feng Huanyi? It suddenly occurred to him. He felt that he had reached his limit, but the ripples covered a far distance. Could it be that Wen Guying guessed wrong and her true body is not here?
As he thought, he let his mind sink deeper into the ripples.
He felt that his body and soul were surging together with the rhythm of ripples. Suddenly, he felt his chest move, and then the "Pattern Sutra" flew out and slowly unfolded.
The patterns on the "Pattern Sutra" echoed the ripples in the breeze. With each breath, Li Chuan felt that he was immersed in a deeper place.
The scene in front of me unfolded layer by layer.
Everything comes into his view, and he appears to be all-knowing and all-powerful.
Until he saw the deepest part, where there were masses of mist floating in the dark and lightless space.
Heart abyss.
So that’s what this book is for.
Li Chuan suddenly understood. He has to first find the place with the above pattern, and after triggering the page to unfold, the book will begin to guide him to understand the meaning of the pattern.
It's not for blocking knives!
He felt as if he could tear apart the boundary area with just a stretch of his hand... When he encountered an enemy in the future, he would tear apart the boundary area with his hands to see whether the opponent would become an immortal immediately or disappear completely.
Vaguely, he saw many transparent lines connecting the souls and hearts of the monks. It is probably the passage that burning incense opens in the sea of consciousness.
After counting for an unknown amount of time, he saw a cluster of yellow floc stuck to one of the threads.
Is it Feng Huanyi?
When he was trying to find Wen Guying, he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to go back.
He sank too deep.
Ripples spread around him.
At this time, a red sword light appeared in front of his eyes, cutting through the ripples like lightning.
In an instant, the wind stopped.
He felt himself being pulled back.
Li Chuan, who was sitting against the mountain wall, opened his eyes. A bustling crowd appeared in his field of vision, filling his eyes in an instant.
Everyone raised their heads and looked in the same direction.
Li Chuan also followed their gaze and saw a huge koi leaping out from the five-color net and swimming in the sky, like the Milky Way.
The flying sword flew towards it, the silver scales reflecting the light of the red gemstone on the hilt.
The koi fish nimbly shuttled through the sharp sword light, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a moment.
While he was looking at it, Li Chuan heard a steady voice in the secret realm: "The secret realm is now under my control. All disciples, follow the elders of Qingzong and leave in turn."
Li Chuan heard it, and it was the voice of Headmaster Wang.
It turns out that the elders who came in were going to take back control of the secret realm.
Li Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally no longer had to treat the spiritual beasts and plants here as ornamental animals.
He put away the Tianyin pot, picked up the "Pattern Sutra" that fell on the ground, and put it on his chest again as a heart protector.
Then he picked up the flask and took a sip.
My hands are shaking a little, I'm afraid.
If it hadn't been for Dao Zhang Wen's sword blow just now, he probably wouldn't have been able to come back.
He looked at the monks leaving the secret realm one by one, and his heart became a little heavy again.
Just after sniffing it unconsciously, everyone from the master to the disciples grew up, and there was no resistance at all.
I don't know if the threads connecting the heart to the abyss can be cut.
In his wild thoughts, a piece of silver fish scale fell in front of him. He raised his head and saw that the sword had cut through the belly of the fish and blood was spraying down.
(End of chapter)
