ninety thousand miles

Chapter 149 Thin Line
"Okay, shall we go in?" Jiang Song asked.

"Let's go." After Wen Guying finished speaking, he went forward again.

Li Chuan just wanted to call them to stop, but found that they had disappeared. He still wanted to wait for Wen Guying to start talking before starting.He took two steps back, sat down against the mountain wall again, and took two sips of wine.

After the dizziness faded, he looked down at the Tianyin Pot intently.

The ink marks on the body of the pot spread like ripples, occupying his entire field of vision, and his mind sank into it, all the sounds in his ears disappeared, only the breeze gently brushed his ears, following the ripples one layer at a time. Layers spread, cleaning the space.

Wen Guying and Jiang Song immediately noticed the change.

Jiang Song said, "It's started."

Wen Guying gave a "hmm" and said, "I will destroy the remaining spaces one by one. During the next period, you have to find her body and don't let her run away. If you don't kill her today, it's hard to understand me." I only hate it."

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 feel pity for fragrance and jade?" Wen Guying said with a sneer.

Jiang Song laughed back: "I learned it all from you."

They were teasing, but the movements of their hands were not slow, and they even cooperated with each other tacitly.

Following the red sword light, a net covered the void ahead, and the image in the space gradually appeared.

Liu Yang in the space was the first to notice the change. He turned his head to look at the gradually rising red light in the sky and said, "Someone is coming!"

"Is someone coming to save us?" Mu Ling, who was squatting on the side, raised his head. On the stone in front of him, there were many silver fish scales.He said: "We have comprehended the information on the scales, and we will be able to go out by ourselves 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 on his face.

The breeze gradually spread, enveloping the entire space, and everything gradually blurred in this silent blowing.

Gradually dissolve into nothingness.

"The scales are disappearing!" Mu Ling shouted.

All the monks around looked in his direction.

The breeze brushed the silver scales, gently lifting them.The scales gradually floated up into the air, and turned into thin smoke in an instant, drifting away without a trace.

Li Chuan stretched out his hand, feeling the ripples.

This is the first time he used all his mind to activate the Tianyin Pot.Last time, it was only for a moment, and then I was distracted and smashed the pot.

He carefully understood the feeling at this moment.

His line of sight extended to the distance along the wind.

Where the wind blows, ripples unfold, everything begins to separate and dissipate, the wind quietly erases all visions, and everything returns to its original appearance again.

The farther he looked, the lighter his body felt, as if his whole body was about to float away.

He saw the monks who had returned to their original place in a daze.Some of them are lucky, some are puzzled, and some seem to be unwilling.

He also found Jiang Song and Wen Guying.Jiang Song held a large net in his hand, as if he was looking 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.

What about Feng Huanyi?It occurred to him suddenly.He felt he had reached the limit, but the ripples covered a long way.Could it be that Wen Guying guessed wrong, her real body is not here?

As he thought about it, he let his mind sink deeper into the ripples.

He felt his physical body and soul surging together with the rhythm of the ripples. Suddenly, he felt a movement in his chest, and then the "Momental Sutra" flew out and slowly unfolded.

The patterns on the "Jing Jing" echoed the ripples in the breeze. With every breath, Li Chuan felt that he was immersed in a deeper place.

The scene in front of me unfolded layer by layer.

Everything came into his view, and he seemed all-knowing and all-powerful.

Until he saw the deepest part, in the dark and lightless space, there were clusters of mist floating.

Xinyuan.

That's what this book is for.

Li Chuan suddenly realized.He had to find the place with the pattern on it first, and after the pages were unfolded, the book would start 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 by stretching out his hand... In the future, when he encountered an enemy, he would tear up the boundary area with his hands to see if the opponent would become immortal immediately or disappear.

Vaguely, he saw many transparent threads connecting the souls and abysses of each monk.It is estimated that it is the channel opened by burning incense in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw a cluster of yellow flocs 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 layer by layer.

At this time, a crimson sword light appeared in front of his eyes, piercing through layers of 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, and a bustling crowd appeared in his field of vision, filling his eyes instantly.

Everyone raised their heads and looked in the same direction.

Li Chuan also followed their gaze, and a huge koi jumped out of the five-color net, swimming in the sky, like a galaxy.

The flying sword flew towards it, and the red gem light on the hilt was reflected on the silver scales.

The koi nimbly shuttled among the sharp sword lights, and it was difficult to distinguish the top and bottom for a while.

While watching it engrossed, Li Chuan heard a steady voice in the secret realm: "Now the secret realm is under my control, all disciples, follow the elders of Qingzong and leave one by one."

Li Chuan heard that it was the voice of Head Wang.

It turned out that the elders who came in were going to regain control of the secret realm.

Li Chuan heaved a sigh of relief, finally he didn't need to be an ornamental animal for the spirit beast Lingzhi here.

He put away the Tianyin Pot, picked up the "Momental Sutra" that had fallen on the ground, and put it on his chest again as a protective mirror.

Then he picked up the flagon and took a sip.

My hands trembled a little, and I was afraid.

If it wasn't for Wen Daochang's sword just now, he probably wouldn't be able to come back.

He watched the monks leave from the secret place one by one, and his heart became a little heavy again.

I just sniffed it subconsciously. From the master to the disciples, there were lines growing out, and there was no resistance at all.

I don't know if the threads connecting Xinyuan can be cut.

While thinking wildly, a silver fish scale landed in front of him.He raised his head and saw that the sword cut through the belly of the fish, and the blood sprayed down.

(End of this chapter)