Amid the creaking sound, Li Chuan felt a faint looseness in his frozen soul.
Some images flashed through the dark rift, in which a little mouse was chased by a cloud of chaotic mist. The mist changed into various shapes, trying to catch the little mouse; the little mouse screamed and twisted into various extreme postures, and managed to avoid the mist every time.
Li Chuan tried his best to get closer to the crack, trying to see more clearly.
Wait, what is that?
He seemed to see a familiar thin line in the little mouse's paw.
But it ran so fast that it didn't know where it was going.
He waited for a while, and finally another afterimage passed by, as if it was really a silk thread.
Is he really a White Walker? Or is the little mouse a White Walker?
As soon as I thought about it, I felt a stinging pain and my soul was shaken. In the rift, the chasing game between the mist and the rats is not over yet. The 30,000-year-old mouse is indeed quite accomplished at saving lives. If it hadn't been imprisoned in his sea of consciousness, it would have probably escaped long ago.
The stinging pain came again.
Can't think. After enduring the sting for a while, Li Chuan cleared his mind.
Unknowingly, the mist used Yuansi to form a net in his sea of consciousness.
The squeak disappeared.
Li Chuan tried hard to see, but from the angle of the crack, he couldn't see anything.
Why can’t I see my sea of consciousness?
pain!
Then the edge of the crack broke into pieces, and he saw the little mouse arching its body, claws clawing and retracting, and the silk cloth surrounding it actually began to shrink with his movements.
?
Can't see it again.
It seemed that the more it hurt, the wider the cracks opened. Li Chuan tried his best to piece together the fragmented thoughts. He had to think of something. What are you thinking about? When you are serious about thinking, you don’t think about anything. When you are idle, ideas pop up one after another.
Just think of "The Classic of Patterns".
He began to recite the patterns in his mind, starting from the one that initially guided him to mend the pot. He could not remember which ones he could remember, but how many strokes he recited.
It turned out that those pictures that he had no impression of at all still left traces in his mind.
Li Chuan thought while enduring the pain.
The cracks are indeed getting bigger and bigger. The darkness is like the black paint applied on the glass bottle, falling off piece by piece.
I have memorized it all the way to Yong Zi Tu.
windy.
With the blowing sound, the black paint fell faster, and he finally saw the full view of his sea of consciousness.
It is a leaf with fine veins intertwined and crystal dewdrops rolling on it.
When the big guys in the secret room taught him the knowledge about the sea of consciousness, they once said that everyone's sea of consciousness is different. Some are as deep as the sea, some are like the sky filled with stars, and some are intertwined with thunder and lightning, and many visions appear in it.
As he pinched them one by one, he also slightly caught sight of the images between them, which were indeed extraordinary.
But I didn't expect that his sea of consciousness was so fresh and elegant, and it was indeed suitable for sleeping.
The little mouse seemed to notice something and glanced at him.
He wanted to help the little mouse, but he still couldn't move.
Yuan Si entangled the mist into a ball, but Li Chuan saw that Yuan Si was also wrapped around the little mouse's tail at some point.
No, it’s a scam!
Then he saw Yuan Si rolling towards the little mouse, and the mist attached to the silk thread immediately wrapped around his body.
After fighting for so long, they didn't seem to have damaged his consciousness, and Li Chuan suddenly realized this.
As for the little mouse, it will live and die here together, so naturally it will be avoided if possible.
As for the mist, does she really want to take over his body and return to the world?
But...his body can never contain a trace of her spiritual thoughts. Not to mention that he has no cultivation at all, even though he has eaten so many natural and earthly treasures, he still gets out of breath after running a few steps.
If her spiritual thoughts come in, his body will definitely be stretched and explode.
Die together and fall into the abyss of our hearts together.
Thinking of this, Li Chuan began to draw the picture of the word "surging", over and over again. Finally, the wind blew the dewdrops on the leaf veins, and the ripples spread out layer by layer, blowing into the cocoon intertwined with deep silk and mist.
He could finally move.
Following the spread of the ripples, he slowly moved forward and stepped on the leaves. There were mysterious and delicate patterns on the edges of the leaves, which seemed to be composed of the interlaced patterns he remembered.
The leaves were covered with a faint layer of chaotic mist. The ripples dispersed the mist, but soon it reappeared.
Li Chuan saw a steady stream of mist coming towards the silk thread stretching towards Xin Yuan.
It's asking for help.
After realizing this, Li Chuan walked towards Yuansi, and in a flash, he arrived.
He continued to think about the "Chong" pattern over and over again, staring at Yuansi without moving.
The little mouse glanced at him again, and then fiercely headed towards the mist. His legs seemed to be broken and dragged unnaturally.
Stillness occurs.
Li Chuan stretched out his hand and cut it off. The thin thread he had been holding in his hand was also cut off at the same time.
He can't control much anymore.
It's just that the woman has a trace of spiritual thought, and it's his broken body. People outside should be able to handle it, right?
——Little mouse, little mouse, little mouse.
Li Chuan called Little Mouse three times in his heart, and then shouted out loud. This time, he really shouted, "Run away!"
A Yuansi wrapped in mist hit him.
Ripples spread out one after another, preventing Yuan Si from exploring the inner abyss again.
Li Chuan felt that he was rising.
Brush!
When Wen Guying realized something was wrong, they could no longer bring back Li Chuan's soul.
"He sank into the abyss of his heart." Master Zenhai said.
After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, read scriptures, and tried to guide Li Chuan.
The last monk to be processed was a female monk from the Golden Phoenix Sect.
When Master Shu saw this, he was about to take away the female cultivator, but Gong Wuguang stopped her.
He said: "Tianyin Pot is still operating, and Li Chuan is still fighting."
"But……"
"If you insist on taking her away, when the immortal comes, I will tell the immortal that she is a strange ghost." Gong Wuguang threatened lightly.
At this moment, clatter, a book flew out of Li Chuan's clothes.
The golden light flourishes.
It's "The Classic of Patterns".
Golden light spurted out along the veins of the leaves, and with a silent bang, Li Chuan felt that everything around him had changed.
He finally entered a mysterious state again.
He saw the gushing golden light flying towards the mist and Yuansi, wrapping them together and rushing towards the darkness.
It turns out that even if he was beaten in the sea of consciousness, the "Pattern Sutra" would still vent his anger on his behalf.
He saw a lot of things. He saw tiny bits of yellow floc deposited on the mist and silk. He saw the golden light rushing into the darkness, illuminating a path. He saw all the abyss. The silk was shattered in the golden light, and I saw the panic on the face of the vague-faced woman, and the little yellow spots on her black hair hanging down like a waterfall.
Before she knew it, she had already been parasitized by the White Walkers.
(End of chapter)
