In the darkness like ink, the sense of panic derived from "lost" is everywhere.
Fortunately, Zhang Ming had stayed in this ghost place for a long time and had developed some immunity. He sighed in a low voice: "Even if the so-called remnant soul appears from the corpse, it is not the original 'me', right?"
Shimama was silent for a moment, recalling that Xuanwu, which was once huge and majestic, is now just a small black stone, and couldn't help feeling a little sad: "Of course not."
"I am me, Xuanwu is Xuanwu... Even if there are similar memories, they are not the same one."
"When Xuanwu was on the verge of death, he deeply felt the importance of communication, so he gave me the ability of spiritual language and part of his memory."
"The importance of communication..." Zhang Ming was quite speechless.
"At the same time, it also gave me a strong life-saving ability. Maybe it was because it had a slight obsession with staying alive at that time..."
"So, you are equivalent to a small clone of Xuanwu." Zhang Ming suddenly realized, "Looking at it this way, the last obsession of the extraordinary life at the moment of death is similar to the last wish of the blue crystal man."
"The remains of an extraordinary life...are really a very idealistic thing."
Shimama seemed to have thought of something and sneered: "I remembered, now you just borrowed a devil's rule."
"If you die, you won't have a supernatural legacy. You might be contaminated by the devil's rules and become a being that harms the world! Don't you think that after you die, you can become a being who protects mankind?"
"Protect humans? I just want to lie down and protect whoever loves to protect them. If I die, I won't bother to care about what happens to humans." Zhang Ming laughed. After all, the environment in the abyss is very stressful, so he occasionally made some nonsense. He could also relax and said, "It's the same for everyone. If you, Shimama, die again, you won't be able to keep anything. Because you are not strong enough to leave a transcendent legacy."
Shimama is furious, do you have to tell the truth? I don’t want to talk to you anymore, just explore the abyss by yourself!
"Idiot, you can only mock me, but I can't mock you, right?" Lao Zhang couldn't help but laugh angrily.
Shimama immediately repeated: "Idiot!"
Zhang Ming resisted the urge to scold him and could only bite the bullet and continue diving.
…
The water pressure is increasing.
A group of black thin lines seemed to sense something and slowly extended in the direction of Zhang Ming.
They had substantial entities, wrapping around the armor bit by bit, producing a certain degree of pulling force. After a while, Zhang Ming's whole body was wrapped like a cocoon, unable to move at all.
"In my time, there was a similar monster called the White-haired Girl." Shimama suddenly remembered something and told a ghost story, "It has white hair all over its body, just like a dandelion. When it sees people, it says, you Want to blow it?”
"Then what?"
"If you blow it, the white-haired girl's attack rules will be triggered. The flying white hair will fall down and infect you into another white-haired girl. If you don't blow, it will use the white hair on its body to tie you up. , as food.”
"There is also a kind of monster called ice ghost. They hold a medicine jar, which contains poisonous gas made from their own hair. After you inhale the poisonous gas, a lot of hair will fall out, and you will become the next ice ghost. .”
Lao Zhang was silent, and finally said quietly: "What a coincidence, there are ice ghosts on the earth, and they are world hunter-level."
"Why are you talking about this? Are these hairs from the ice ghost or the white-haired girl?"
Shimama was nervous and said tremblingly: "I'm just trying to scare you."
Zhang Ming: It would be a pity not to be an anchor.
But there is nothing more terrifying than this in the abyss.
No idea what is below or how deep it is.
You still have to fight against these inexplicable things. Once you run out of energy, you will never be able to escape.
Fortunately, Zhang Ming is also an expert and bold. Whether it is King Kong or lightning powers, they are all his life-saving skills.
If that didn't work, he could also escape to the moon, and he would always have the red moon coordinates with him.
"What kind of monster hair is this?"
Zhang Ming used his "King Kong" ability and tested it bit by bit.
After this golden light touched the thin line, there seemed to be some kind of substantial confrontation.
After some experiments, about 3,000 units of "King Kong" were able to break free from these messy black lines.
"After the black line was cut, it didn't seem to cause much consequences..."
Immediately afterwards, he released purple current, and about 2,200 units of alienated lightning were able to destroy these things.
Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, his arsenal was full and he was not panicking.
"There is something very strange down there..." Shimama suddenly said seriously, "Maybe it's sleeping."
"Oh...is it alive?"
"I don't know, it's not a normal creature."
"Stronger than me?"
"Should be better than you."
"I want to see what is blocking the exit of the abyss!" Zhang Ming felt that his body was heating up, and he was eager to die.
He stopped struggling and allowed these black threads to wrap around his body and slowly sink.
I have to admit that the armor made by Hong Gangren is quite sophisticated and has excellent defensive performance. Even if it is tied up with so many black threads, there is no damage.
There was an oxygen supply device inside, so Zhang Ming was not in a hurry. He descended like this for about ten minutes before gradually reaching the bottom of the abyss.
Countless furry, cocoon-like things are slowly crawling under the ocean, forming a huge plush carpet.
Those black silk threads are emanating from these big cocoons.
Soon, wrapped in these black threads, Zhang Ming also turned into a big cocoon.
A cold force was transmitted from the black silk thread.
"Well……"
This power is not pure destruction, but an indescribable feeling... Zhang Ming only thinks that it is extremely dangerous and may bring about some kind of irreversible mutation.
"What is this?"
"Will creatures with potential be transformed into abyssal species by these black lines?"
"Or are you treating me as some kind of food and keeping me here?"
He frowned slightly, and streaks of purple current appeared on the surface of the armor. Under the cutting of lightning, a small hole was opened in the large black cocoon.
Through this small hole, Zhang Ming quietly observed the outside world.
The vision was too dim, and there were big black wriggling cocoons everywhere.
"Cut open a big cocoon and take a look."
A flash of purple electricity suddenly opened a nearby large cocoon.
A red light flashed in his eyes, and he saw... the body of an abyss monster inside? !
The monster's spine actually shone like a light bulb. After noticing that the giant cocoon had been cut open, how many times did the monster's body actually move?
But soon, more thin black threads wrapped the body again.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Ming couldn't help but swallowed.
Shimama rolled over in a flash, investigated for a while, and then quickly rolled back: "It's dead, and the black lines are devouring and absorbing the flesh and blood on it. But the spine... doesn't seem to be dead yet?"
"Is it being digested?"
Unable to figure out the reason, Zhang Ming simply didn't bother to think about it. He simply cut the bottom of the big cocoon on his body, used the big cocoon as a cover, and walked with it: "Where is the strange place you noticed? "
"Left...and keep going forward."
After walking like this for half an hour, Lao Zhang climbed onto a giant cocoon.
His pupils were dilated and he was extremely shocked!
Because not far away, there are stone monuments as huge as mountains, maybe 5 kilometers in length and 600 meters in height.
The dense black lines wrap around the gaps in the stone monument, giving people a thrilling beauty.
As for the stone tablet, there are also some unknown words and paintings carved on it.
Zhang Ming jumped on it, carefully pushed aside some black lines, and saw the complex lines on it.
A... primitive tribe?
Zhang Ming doesn't know whether he should call them primitive tribes. Anyway, the civilized scene painted above has a small population, maybe only a few hundred people... Of course, the space may be limited, and it is impossible to include everyone. Draw them all.
Everyone wears a mask, divination, hunting, gathering, forging, smelting, and pottery.
But, there is no technology.
Only in a newborn baby that has not yet put on a mask, can we clearly see their general appearance - somewhat similar to humans, walking upright, wearing clothes, and having three eyes, one of which is on the forehead.
Just after the baby was born, his eyes were stabbed and his eyes were dripping with blood.
The baby burst into tears.
The size of this species is extremely large. Even an ordinary individual seems to be hundreds of meters tall.
The largest individual is as big as a mountain.
The main reason why they blinded their eyes was because there was a bigger existence above the sky - [Ten Thousand Eyes]!
It covers the sky, covers the sky, and rolls over the earth, like a dark cloud, covering the sky. There may be hundreds of thousands or millions of eyes filling the sky, staring at this small group of people!
Eye! Eye! Every space around you is filled with eyes! !
The artistic painting cannot fully describe the story that happened... But just by looking at it, Lao Zhang couldn't help but feel a deep chill, and felt that his skin was in severe pain, and his eyes began to grow!
Then an electric light flashed in his mind, dispelling this trace of panic illusion.
Zhang Mingcai took a breath and calmed down.
I have to admit that the description of this panic atmosphere is already the pinnacle of art.
Zhang Ming was very satisfied with this painting. It completely surpassed the artistic crystallization of the Flame Horn Man and the Blue Crystal Man and reached another level.
"Hey, the archaeologists found something good."
"This thing... is really art!"
Near the painting, there are also large sections of text.
Although Zhang Ming could not recognize these bright red words, every handwriting carried a spirit of overwhelming strength. Even after thousands of years, this spirit still exists.
(End of chapter)
