ninety thousand miles

Chapter 299 Death Realm

Li Chuan did not hesitate again.

Wen Guying saw Li Chuan suddenly disappearing in front of his eyes. He waited a moment and took a step or two slowly before following him. Immediately afterwards, Luo Xueli grabbed Gong Er Pang San and followed him in.

Li Chuan felt that he was walking forward based on intuition. His steps gradually matched the strange rhythm, and his walking posture became weird. Under his feet, a looming path appeared.

Wen Guying and Luo Xueli walked on this road.

After walking forward for an unknown amount of time, Li Chuan felt a gust of cold wind blowing by. He was shaken out of his previous state, and then felt his body being blown up. He was blown into a deep tunnel. There were high and low icicles hanging from the top of the tunnel, emitting a crystal-white light.

He was blown by the wind and shuttled quickly among the interplay of light and shadow. The speed became faster and faster, the roar in his ears became louder and louder, and his heartbeat became heavier and heavier. Plop, plop... He felt that his whole body It was about to explode. At this moment, everything became quiet again. He couldn't hear anything anymore, not even his own breathing.

In complete silence, he passed through a transparent barrier and his body slowly stopped.

His whole body was about to fall apart. Li Chuan endured the pain and stood up, observing the surrounding environment.

He was still in the tunnel, but not far from the exit. He could see runes and rings of crimson light shining in front of him. I don’t know where the aperture will lead.

He turned around and saw Wen Guying and Luo Xueli walking towards him one after the other. Luo Xueli had Gong Er standing on his shoulders, and Gong Er had Pang San on his back.

"Keep walking." Li Chuan adjusted his cloak and walked towards the aperture.

After walking about twenty steps, Li Chuan arrived in front of the aperture. Without thinking much, Li Chuan stepped in directly.

This time, there was no tunnel or cold wind, just an endless stretch of black, cracked land and rolling hills, as well as strips of light between the hanging hills.

"There seems to be a pavilion up there." Gong Er said.

Li Chuan raised his head and saw a blurry pavilion, like a reflection. He also saw ripples in the lake and patches of lotus leaves.

Those lotus leaves seemed to be made of some kind of jade material, with many fine lines snaking on them, glowing with a cool light.

"We are under the island." Wen Guying said.

"Jue Ling Di." Luo Xueli felt the surrounding environment. He turned around, the crimson light circle dimmed, and the way he came had been closed.

"No, it's not the Jueling Land." Wen Guying said, his spiritual thoughts swept across the hills, and he suddenly took two steps back, placed a restriction in front of them, and then said: "You can understand it carefully, your The realm should be able to notice that there is no spiritual energy here because it wants to hide something, it is..."

Wen Guying's expression also became hesitant and he said, "This may be the place of death."

"Death realm?" Luo Xueli only learned about this term recently. He thought about it carefully and then said, "It's possible."

"Everything on the island is designed to cover up this land of death." Wen Guying said.

"Why is this happening?" Luo Xueli asked.

"The hero has died." Wen Guying made a bold guess.

"Then...who was the one who sent the information back to the lower realm?" Luo Xueli asked. Wen Guying fell silent.

"Three Ancients and Seven Trues, are they really responding? Are they really responding?" Luo Xueli continued to question.

We should continue to remain silent.

"Xuanmen, don't you know anything about the situation in the upper realm?" Luo Xueli frowned.

"Let's talk about this after we get out," Wen Guying said with a serious look on his face, "Solve this first."

Luo Xueli nodded and said: "Although this place looks very much like a place of death, I can still vaguely feel that it has not completely declined."

"Although the road has not completely declined, the death realm has taken shape. Maybe..." Wen Guying said his speculation, "Maybe the purpose of eliminating spiritual energy here is to delay the decline of the road."

Li Chuan listened to the conversation between Wen Guying and Luo Xueli and asked: "No matter whether Shenxia is dead or alive, he tried his best to hide this space under the island. What is his intention?"

"I don't know yet," Wen Guying looked at Li Chuan and asked, "Do you have any special feelings at this time?" He knew that Li Chuan always kept "The Classic of Patterns" on his chest as a breast protector, so he asked, ""The Classic of Patterns" Is there any special reaction from the Bible?”

Li Chuan shook his head. He touched the "Pattern Sutra" on his chest and shook his head, saying, "None of them."

"You said just now that you wanted to come in here. Do you still feel the same way now?" Wen Guying continued to ask.

Li Chuan shook his head again and said honestly: "When I was walking through the tunnel just now, I kept hearing a roar with a strange rhythm, but after leaving the tunnel and arriving here, I felt nothing but pain all over my body. "

He recalled his feelings at the shrine again, and said: "I think... I think the aperture at the entrance and the shrine are..." He stopped talking. He always felt that he was not afraid or nervous. But when I started thinking about it, I realized that I was still afraid.

He calmed down and said: "For example, if Lao Xiaokai and others are close to the shrine, the aperture will not react, and they will be teleported to the pavilion by the lake. For other people, when they get close, the aperture will open, and they will Be transported here."

His sentences became smoother and he said: "When I approached, the aperture did not open, so I am not the person needed here. It was only the "Pattern Sutra" that could be used to find the way, and we got here."

Then, Li Chuan thought about it and said, "Maybe... maybe if I look again, maybe I can get out?"

Wen Guying nodded, raised his head, looked at the reflection of the pavilion above, and said: "What Lao Xiaokai said, the Medicine Sect, the Weapon Sect, etc., cannot be regarded as the real inheritance of Shenxia, ​​I guess they are just some random insights. Go in, but for people in this world, is it already something extraordinary?”

"Will this be the real trial place? If you pass it, you can get Tiansu's inheritance?" Gong Er guessed.

"No," Wen Guying shook his head and said, "Even if Tiansu made some arrangements before his death, if he wants to pass on his inheritance, his cave and the like will only sink into the realm of the world, and not directly die. Fall straight down..."

"Because the path is cultivated by oneself. For example, everything I learned comes from the old palace master, but my path and the old palace master's path can be completely different." Wen Guying explained.

"Since he has the energy to create such an imaginary world as Shenxia Island, he should still have the energy..." The more Wen Guying said, the more strange and unpredictable this place became, so he said: "Everything here is beyond my knowledge. It's just that. I can take one step at a time and see one step at a time.”

(End of this chapter)