ninety thousand miles

Chapter 158 One Leaf

Amidst the creaking sound, Li Chuan felt a slight loosening of his frozen soul.

Some images flashed through the dark rift, a little mouse being chased by a cloud of chaotic mist.The mist changed into various shapes, trying to catch the little mouse; while screaming, the little mouse twisted into various extreme postures, avoiding the mist every time.

Li Chuan tried his best to get closer to the crack, trying to see it 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 went.

He waited for a while, and finally another afterimage flashed past, as if it was really a deep thread.

Is he really a White Walker?Or is the mouse a White Walker?
As soon as I thought about it, I felt a tingling pain and my soul was shaken.In the crack, the game of chasing fog and mice is not over yet. The 3-year-old mouse is indeed quite accomplished in life-saving. If it hadn't been imprisoned in his sea of ​​consciousness, it probably would have escaped long ago.

The sting came again.

Can't think.After enduring the stabbing pain for a while, Li Chuan let go of his thoughts.

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 shattered, and he saw the little mouse bent its body, grasping and retracting its claws, and the deep threads all around began to shrink with his movements.

?
Can't see it again.

It seemed that the more painful it was, the bigger the rift shattered.Li Chuan tried his best to piece together the fragmented thoughts.He has to think of something.What are you thinking?When thinking seriously, you don’t think about anything, and when you let go, ideas come out one by one.

Just think of the Classic of Textures.

He began to recite the pattern in his mind, starting from the one that instructed him to mend the pot at the beginning, he could not remember what he remembered, and how many strokes he recited was a few strokes.

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 really got bigger and bigger.The darkness is like black paint painted on a glass bottle, falling off in pieces.

I have been reciting the Yongzi map.

windy.

With the sound of blowing, the black paint fell faster, and he finally saw the panorama of his sea of ​​consciousness clearly.

It is a leaf, the fine veins are intertwined, and the crystal dew rolls on it.

When the masters in the secret room taught him about the sea of ​​consciousness, they said that everyone's sea of ​​consciousness is different, some are as deep as the sea, some are like the sky covered with stars, and some are intertwined with lightning and have many visions appearing in it.

When he pinched them one by one, he also saw a little bit of the images in between, which is really extraordinary.

But he didn't expect his sea of ​​consciousness to be so fresh and elegant, 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.

Yuansi entangled the mist into a ball, but Li Chuan saw that the little mouse's tail was also entangled with Yuansi at some point.

Not good, there is fraud!
Then I saw Yuan Si rolling towards the little mouse, and the mist attached to the silk thread engulfed his body.

They didn't seem to hurt his sea of ​​consciousness after beating for so long, Li Chuan suddenly realized this.

As for the little mouse, it will live and die with this place, so it will naturally avoid it if it can.

As for the mist, does she really want to take over his body and return to the world?
But...his body can't accommodate even a trace of her divine thoughts.Not to mention that he has no cultivation at all, after eating so many natural materials and earthly treasures, he still gets breathless after running a few steps.

When her divine thoughts came in, his body would definitely explode.

We will die together, and we will fall into the abyss of our hearts together.

Thinking of this, Li Chuan began to draw the word "Yong" over and over again, and finally the wind moved the dewdrops on the leaf veins, and the ripples spread layer by layer, blowing into the cocoon intertwined with deep silk and mist.

He can finally move.

Following the spread of the ripples, he slowly moved forward, stepping on the blade. There were mysterious and delicate patterns on the edge of the blade, which seemed to be formed by the interlacing of the patterns he remembered.

There was a faint layer of chaotic mist on the leaves.Ripples blew the mist away, but soon it reappeared.

Li Chuan saw that there was a steady stream of mist pouring over the Yuansi stretching towards Xinyuan.

It is asking for help from the ontology.

After realizing this, Li Chuan walked towards Yuansi, and he arrived there in a flash.

He continued to think about the pattern of "Yong" over and over again, his eyes fixed on Yuansi without moving.

The little mouse glanced at him again, and then slammed into the mist fiercely.His leg seemed to be broken and dragging unnaturally.

Stillness appeared.

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 it anymore.

It's just that the woman's spiritual thoughts occupy his tattered body, people outside should be able to handle it, right?

—Little mouse, little mouse, little mouse.

Li Chuan called the little mouse three times in his heart, and then yelled loudly. This time, he really yelled, "Run away!"

A deep thread wrapped in mist hit him.

Ripples spread out one after another, preventing Yuansi from exploring Xinyuan again.

Li Chuan felt that he was rising.

Brush it!
When Wen Guying discovered that something was wrong, they could no longer recall Li Chuan's soul.

"He sank into the abyss of his heart." Master Chanhai said.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, read the scriptures, and tried to guide Li Chuan.

The last monk to be dealt with was a female nun from Jinfengzong.

Seeing this, Master Shu wanted to take that nun away, but Gong Wuguang stopped her.

He said: "The Tianyin Pot is still working, 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 different ghost." Gong Wuguang threatened lightly.

At this moment, with a clatter, a book flew out of Li Chuan's clothes.

Golden Light.

It is the "Textures".

The golden light gushed out along the veins of the leaves, and with a soundless bang, Li Chuan felt that everything around him changed.

He finally entered the mysterious state again.

He saw the gushing golden light flying towards the mist and deep silk, wrapping them together, rushing towards the darkness.

It turned out that if he was beaten in the sea of ​​consciousness, the "Momental Sutra" would still vent his anger on him.

He saw many things, he saw little yellow flocs deposited on the mist and the abyss, he saw the golden light rushing into the darkness, illuminating a path, and he saw all the abysses. The silk was broken in the golden light, and I saw the panic on the face of the woman with a blurred face, and the little bits of yellow on her black hair drooping like a waterfall.

Before she knew it, she had already been parasitized by a different ghost.

(End of this chapter)