Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 1240 Kenshin
The first reaction of the monks in the room was what happened outside.Hit something...

But in the next moment, like those monks on the deck, the world instantly turned upside down, and an irresistible force swept everyone in the warehouse.

But in the blink of an eye, they had already forgotten the purpose of coming here, and they fell into a faint, wailing, unable to tell whose blood was mixed with the remnant body.

The end is just that.

However, there are still exceptions, as the one with the highest cultivation among all the cultivators still has a bit of foresight.The moment he realized something was wrong, he quickly abandoned his position, broke through the upper and lower decks, jumped away from the small space that collapsed almost instantly, and disappeared.

Then the monks in this space didn't howl for a long time, it seemed that there was a terrible force squeezed from all directions, continuously compressing the space where everyone was in.

Obviously, it was too late for the monks located here to escape.

As the only exception, Ningxia can't empathize with the alien space.But she is also anxious.

As the only "moving" coordinate object here, Ningxia is the person who can see it most clearly.

This is not a shock, but an overturning of mountains and seas.Ningxia saw an unforgettable scene in this life in the small black box without the slightest storm.

What is space?Simply put, the principle of complexity is the extension of length, width and height.Based on the poor knowledge in Ningxia, this is probably the understanding.On weekdays, wherever they look and pass, they are basically products of space.

However, at this moment, in her eyes, everything is distorted, all points, lines, planes, any kind of things are turned into distorted symbols.The world in front of her seemed to be an existence she couldn't recognize, and her cognition was deprived of it.

She couldn't see anything clearly.

But there were bursts of dying wailing, desperate screams and the sound of machine wear, but they told her that everything in front of her was not an illusion.

All are caught in such a deadly situation.

What's going on here?
The girl's heart was in a mess, and she was a little dazed.in the end……

hum-

buzz-

Such a faint sound suddenly sounded in the small and quiet space, and it was long, soaked in an unspeakable wave.

Ningxia stroked the right side of her waist subconsciously, with a look of surprise on her face.

Although he could feel some uneasiness and restlessness from the other side of the sword, it wasn't the Chonghuan sword that was humming just now.

So... it is.

Ning Xia lowered his head and looked at the slightly stable spirit sword hanging on the left side of his waist. It was the spirit sword of Zhenjun Yuanheng, Long Yuan.

Speaking of which, she was no stranger to this spirit sword. This sword, which was close to Zhenjun Yuanheng's natal magic weapon, had been lent out by Zhenjun Yuanheng many times as a line of defense to protect her.

Mostly accepted Zhenjun Yuanheng's orders, this somewhat spiritual long sword has always been very cooperative.Every time she touches her, she has never caused any trouble, and sometimes when Ningxia touches her, she will return some fragmented and vague emotions, although Ningxia is at a loss and does not understand every time.

But this time Ningxia really felt the emotion from the sword.

It is urgent.What is it going to do... confused and helpless.

Zhenjun Yuanheng is still outside.

Ningxia suffocated.She had tried to avoid this fact after the incident, trying to calm herself down.

Long Yuan broke the false calm in this room.

Ningxia lowered her eyes, and put her hand on Longyuan's sword hilt.Feeling abnormal, do you want to save your master?

But it doesn't seem to work.

Although Ningxia has not figured out anything yet, she has figured out one thing, don't leave the place where she can only live now.If she went out casually, the consequences would be beyond what she could have imagined... she would die.

But what about Zhenjun Yuanheng?
The wailing was over, and there was still a distorted and blurred picture as far as the eyes could see, and nothing could be seen right, and there were only bursts of muffled groans that made one's hair stand on end.Soon these too will disappear.

Ningxia didn't dare to imagine what happened to Zhenjun Yuanheng.The magic weapon for directional communication is not very useful, and I haven't been in touch since just now.

She couldn't confirm Zhenjun Yuanheng's situation at all, nor could she imagine what kind of danger the other party was in now.

buzzing-

Longyuan was constantly roaring, from the groaning just now, to the impatient urging, and now to the buzzing like an alarm.

It panicked, and Ningxia panicked too.

The humming sound diffused from the small space, reverberated, amplified wirelessly in this space, mixed with the weakened noise from the outside, which made Ningxia restless.

"Without me, it is impossible for you to get out of here with a sword alone. If I go out from here... I will die." Ning Xia, who was already restless, murmured to Long Yuan.

Talking to a spirit sword, Ningxia thought she was probably crazy.

buzz-

For some reason, Ningxia heard a little consolation from it, seemed a little sad, and seemed to understand, but the hidden anxiety was present, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Unspeakable emotions spread from the apex of my heart.

It is just a spirit sword, a cold weapon born from a cold sword embryo.Even if there are so many emotions learned from human beings born from the long spiritual training of heaven and earth, it is still a spiritual sword without a heart.

This spirit sword struggled to get out because it sensed the danger of its master, like a human being, it was nostalgic for the host that had kept it for many years.

Even if a sword is like this... what should she do?
"Do you know he's okay now?" Ning Xia grabbed Long Yuan's throat and felt a little choked.It is self-evident that it is said that the sword body is fast.

"Okay." Ningxia took a deep breath, dragged out a wooden box from the corner, and took out something from it.

Seeing the burst of purple light merge into the sword body, Ning Xia heaved a long sigh of relief.So……

"Release immediately after going out and go find him, you know?"

"...Can it be done?"

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A ray of purple light swiftly passed through the twisted and skewed space, as if looking for something.

The fuzzy space can no longer be seen clearly, only a piece of blood mixed with crooked lines, extending across the whole world.

The wailing that had been entrenched here had disappeared, and there seemed to be only the sound of various dead objects colliding and tearing apart in the world, and the "quietness" was terrifying.

The purple light didn't seem to give up, it flickered in the huge space under the influence of some unknown force, and the light on it became dimmer.

Suddenly, the bright color stopped somewhere, and hummed faintly.no response.

The purple light seemed to be in a hurry, and suddenly brightened a little, covering something, and there was an urgent buzzing sound.

Immediately, the purple light dimmed as if it had exhausted all its energy, leaving only almost no brightness, as if it would be silent in the next moment.

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual light erupted on the spot, and the twisted space seemed to have been gouged out, leaving only a hole, which was instantly filled by the twisted and restless lines around it, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)