Ji Liao, who was dressed in bronze skin, was swept away by the sound. He was like a thrown stone, turning somersaults in the endless void.
After a long time, the momentum of Ji Liao's body rolling gradually weakened. Ji Liao's copper skin cracked and his face was covered with blood.
He barely managed to steady his body, and his stomach suddenly turned. He didn't know how many times it had rolled, and he suddenly felt like vomiting. But before he could vomit it out, his body suddenly fell down the next moment.
Ji Liao was startled. He tapped the storage bag on his waist, and an intermediate-grade mid-level talisman appeared in his hand. It was the Cloud-Stepping Talisman.
He rubbed his hands together and poured his spiritual power into the talisman. The talisman instantly disintegrated and turned into white mist, which gathered under him and gradually formed a cloud about ten feet in size and dragged him up.
Ji Liao felt sweat on his forehead and was thankful that he had made a mid-grade flying talisman in Yongding City.
He looked down and saw darkness under his feet. He didn't know how deep it was. Without this middle-grade talisman, he would have fallen freely like this. With his third-level Qi cultivation, even if he fell into a ball of cotton , and will be smashed to pieces.
Ji Liao looked at his body and saw cracks appearing on his bronze skin. His clothes were in tatters, and they were already completely naked.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. When the accident happened just now, he happened to be within the scope of the strong wind. When he was swept out by the sound waves, he was blown countless times by the gray strong wind. If it weren't for the iron bone and steel talisman, then at this moment He had long been shattered by the strong wind.
Thinking of the shocking scene just now, Ji Liao fell into deep thought.
"Ever since I approached Tianqian City, something has been wrong with the Qiankun Brush. Although I have been on guard, I was still unable to stop the Qiankun Brush from moving. There should be some kind of terrifying existence below the void, and it is quite related to the Qiankun Brush. .”
Thinking of that terrifying thing, Ji Liao's body trembled.
He could not imagine what it was that could smash a passenger boat into rubbish with just one roar.
After thinking about it, Ji Liao smiled happily and said, "Although the Qiankun Pen is a very high-grade treasure, I can't use it at ordinary times, and the things that can stimulate the Qiankun Pen are terrifying existences. Keep carrying it with you." It's like carrying an unstable factor that can cause trouble at any time, so it's better to just throw it away to avoid causing trouble in the future."
Just when he thought of this, suddenly in the dark void in the far distance, a white light dragged a long brilliance and shot towards him rapidly.
Ji Liao's eyes narrowed and he was stunned.
The white light came very quickly, reaching the front in just the blink of an eye, and disappeared directly into Ji Liao's eyebrows without any hesitation.
Ji Liao Zhihai felt pain and took two steps back. After he stabilized his body, his face instantly turned livid.
“I can’t get rid of this thing anymore!”
In his sea of consciousness, the Qiankun Brush was floating there quietly, as if it was not the one that caused trouble just now.
Ji Liao used his spiritual sense to test it a few times, thinking that after the recent incident, the Qiankun Brush would change. Unexpectedly, the Qiankun Brush was still the same as before, with no reflection at all.
Ji Liaqi's face was distorted, and he suddenly wanted to curse, "You haven't changed at all. What are you doing when you come out to cause trouble? You also destroyed the passenger boat. Now you don't know the east, west, north, south, east, west, or west in this void. How can you go out, whether you are dead or alive?" It’s still a question, what are you going to do for me when you come back?”
Ji Liao took a few deep breaths to calm down. After a while, he looked around, touched his chin and said in deep thought.
"The passenger boat has been sailing in the Gangfeng for a long time. Now the distance it is swept out of the Gangfeng by the sound waves is definitely not more than the distance that the passenger boat sailed into the Gangfeng. In other words, I am already on the other side of the Gangfeng. So now as long as Just fly in the opposite direction of the strong wind."
Ji Liao confirmed the direction, and with a thought in his mind, the white clouds under his feet dragged him away from the place.
After flying for a long time, Ji Liao's face was stern, and he patted the storage bag with one hand. A low-grade spiritual stone appeared in his hand. The blue light on his hand lit up, and he quickly absorbed the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone.
"The middle-grade talisman consumes too much spiritual energy. In such a short time, most of the spiritual energy in my body has been lost. I still don't know where the edge of the chasm is. What should I do?"
After flying for an unknown amount of time, the spiritual stones in Ji Liao's hands were consumed one after another, and the white clouds under his feet were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ji Liao's face was pale, and it was obvious that he could no longer hold on any longer.
"No more, this is the last spiritual stone!"
The speed at which he breathed out was not enough to consume the middle-grade talismans. Now the only talisman that could make him fly was this one. So the moment this talisman dissipated, Ji Liao would fall even if he was unwilling to do so.
The white clouds gradually dissipated, and Ji Liao could barely stand firm by clasping his feet together.
"It's over!"
Despite his perseverance, he couldn't help but fall into despair in this situation.
At this moment, the sound of ghostly laughter came from behind Ji Liao.
Ji Liao looked back and saw a blood-red skull more than four feet high, flying rapidly towards him.
This blood-red skull was much faster than the white cloud at Ji Liao's feet, and it arrived at Ji Liao's side after a few breaths.
Ji Liao saw the mouth of the blood-red skull open, spitting out a large amount of blood mist. The blood mist kept rolling, wrapping the skull in it, emitting a blood-red light. In the mouth of the skull, a man wearing a black robe sat upright. young monk.
The young monk was skinny, as if he had no flesh and blood. His hair and eyes were blood red, and his lips were as dark as poison.
The monk sat cross-legged in the mouth of the skull, holding a palm-sized purple array disk in his palm, with several crystal stones shining on it.
Ji Liao's eyes lit up and he was immediately overjoyed. When the blood-red skull passed by, Ji Liao shouted, "Senior, save me!"
The blood-red skull stopped in response. The monk glanced at Ji Liao lightly, then an evil smile appeared on his lips, and the skull turned into a red light and disappeared again.
Ji Liao put on a simple and honest smile and froze there. He looked at the skull in the distance and was dumbfounded. In his heart, he had scolded his ancestors.
Ji Liao was extremely miserable at this time. The white clouds under his feet had almost dissipated, and his flying speed was negligible. Ji Liao put one foot on the white clouds, leaving the other foot hanging in the void. The foot on the clouds Although he was shivering constantly, Ji Liao still did not forget to curse the monk just now.
"You bastard, don't let me meet you again. If I meet you, I will definitely skin you."
"Why don't you save me? You idiot!"
"If I die and become a ghost, I will stick with you!"
"Brother, please come back and save me, otherwise I will really be doomed! I can't die because I haven't done what I promised to my ancestors!"
"I can't die, I still have to learn to be successful and meet my mother!"
Ji Liao roared in his heart, endless unwillingness welling up in his heart.
Ji Liao was stepping on Bai Yun's foot and pointed his toes. The white clouds were now only big enough for his toes to step on.
"Hey, who can you blame? If you want to blame, blame yourself. You clearly felt that the Qiankun Pen would react, and you still jumped in. This is not seeking death!"
Ji Liao regretfully muttered to himself, like a madman.
As the last bit of white clouds dissipated, Ji Liao's body suddenly fell.
Ji Liao closed his eyes and said, "It's really over this time!"
At this moment, a crimson light appeared not far away. The crimson light came very quickly and reached Ji Liao's side in the blink of an eye.
A big hand grabbed Ji Liao's falling body and pulled Ji Liao up with a sharp pull.
All this happened so fast that before Ji Liao could react, his body had been pulled to one place.
Ji Liao opened his eyes and found that he was standing on a huge crimson gourd. In front of the gourd was a young man wearing a red robe. Behind the gourd, sitting cross-legged, was a cold-faced young man wearing aqua blue clothes. Beautiful woman in colorful robe.
"It's them!" Ji Liao thought.
Ji Liao looked at the two people sitting on the gourd. They were the pair of male and female monks he met at the inn. At this time, they were dressed in rags and looked embarrassed, but they were much better than Ji Liao who was not clothed!
Ji Liao and the man looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but many words were left unsaid.
However, Ji Liao, who survived the desperate situation, immediately changed into a sincere and respectful look, cupping his hands and saying, "Thank you, senior, for saving me."
"Hey, you and I are both in the Naqi realm, how can we be seniors!" The young man wearing a red Taoist robe waved his hands indifferently.
"Then thank you fellow Taoist for saving me."
