ninety thousand miles

Chapter 651 Involvement
The kettle tone changed again.

Li Chuan carefully controlled the rhythm of the pot sound, making it keep getting closer to the strange rhythm in his memory. At the beginning, he could only imitate roughly, and even accidentally, he was almost taken away by Chi Lin's rhythm. Fortunately, he woke up in time and returned to his own rhythm.

As the rhythm of the pot sound became closer to the rhythm of the Shenxia Temple, he suddenly remembered more details. The pot sound became more and more solid, and the ripples rose and fell, interweaving into a net, extending from one pool to another, and finally covering all the blood pools.

Second, he wanted to find Chi Lin.

Deep silk.

Li Chuan used a little of his mind to weave the deep silk with the sound of the kettle. The deep silk stretched out and sank into the blood pool lightly and gracefully with the sound of the kettle.

……

After the sound of the kettle stabilized, Wen Guying's expression relaxed a little. He recognized the rhythm.

"Are we going down?" asked Elder Li.

"Wait a moment." Wen Guying said.

Yu Chen listened carefully to the sound of the kettle, the rhythm of which cleansed his body and soul, and gradually he felt that the influence of the blood pool on him began to weaken. He sat up, listened more attentively to the sound of the kettle, and distinguished the faint sound of the wind besides the sound of the kettle.

"What's going on in Songdu?" Wen Guying asked the spiritual master.

The spiritualist seemed to have regained some strength. After hearing Wen Guying's question, she closed her eyes, and opened them after a long while. She said, "The sister in Songdu sent me some images, but they were too blurry. She seemed to be trapped in a dangerous dream."

"Yeah." Wen Guying nodded.

"But outside, everything is fine." said the spiritual master.

"It seems that Brother Luo may not be able to make it here in time." Wen Guying said.

"If we plant enough Xuan branches here, we might be able to get out of there." Elder Li said, looking at the hole at the top.

"He didn't think of escaping." Wen Guying said.

"Who? Li Chuan?" asked Elder Li.

"No, Chi Lin." Wen Guying said. He had been thinking about what Chi Lin might do. "If it were me, I might have cut off my arm to survive."

"Give up a clone?" asked Elder Li.

"That's right," Wen Guying nodded, "As long as the blood pool is still there, he can still be reborn. But he didn't think about escaping, he thought about winning. So, what is he relying on?"

"It's the blood pool." He answered himself, "It's what the original root consciousness left behind. It's where the half-demon reincarnates now. Such a thing can be regarded as a magical weapon of extremely high grade and power. As a being of the same origin, Chi Lin should know how to manipulate it."

"If he could control it, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to kill us," said Elder Li.

"He may not care whether we live or die. He just wants to win and wants to use this last chance to achieve his goal." Wen Guying felt the wind blowing on him and said, "I felt his will."

He said: "Follow my orders and do not act rashly."

Elder Li saw Wen Guying close his eyes.

The Tianqi Sword was flowing with blazing gemstone light, which rose and fell in the ripples of the kettle sound, and kept approaching the direction of the blood pool. The light sank into the blood pool and continued to go down with the abyss silk, all the way down.

……

Li Chuan noticed the sword light.

The abyss touched the darkness, and it gently caressed the darkness.

The light of the full moon was reflected in Li Chuan's eyes, and the structure of dots and horizontal lines was clearly visible in the light. Li Chuan reached out his hand again to touch the darkness. Between his fingers was a small and sharp light knife. The light knife followed the ripples of the pot sound, constantly cutting the intricate structure. The cut dots and horizontal lines scattered around his hand, and the abyss penetrated through the cut gap with the sword light and continued to go deeper.

As he continued to go deeper, Hu Yin took more structures under control. For a moment, he felt as if all nine blood pools were under his control, and then he heard the sound of sword light piercing the wind. Chi Lin had always been there. Li Chuan was alert. Chi Lin had always been there, hiding in an unfathomable corner, waiting for him to reveal a flaw.

He had also reached a very deep place. It was very empty here, as if it was a complete nothingness, a nothingness where even dots and horizontal lines became scarce.

Chi Lin is hiding here.

Li Chuan was very sure.

The sound of the kettle continued to ring, and the deep thread meandered forward. He continued to calmly dismantle all the structures he encountered along the way. Finally, the deep thread was blocked by a force, and the empty wind blew away the deep thread, blowing away the layers of the kettle sound ripples.

Chi Lin.

The sword of light drew the word "Yong" in the void.

surge.

Third, after finding Chi Lin, how to control him?
Even if he was not afraid of sinking into the abyss of the heart, he would certainly be affected when the boundaries and barriers merged. That way, he would have a chance.

……

Elder Li took a step back and threw a ball of cyan-gold light upwards. The light spread out in the air and split into nine bodhi leaves that coiled upwards, protecting everyone inside.

Wen Guying opened his eyes, took a look at the cover, then lowered his eyes and followed the sound of the pot attentively.

……

Sure enough, in the surge, Chi Lin's figure appeared - a bloody figure. The figure peeled off from the dark nothingness. Li Chuan quickly used the deep silk to wrap him up.

Wrap him up, trap him.

Yuansi touched the red figure very smoothly. It wrapped around it. It caught it. Was it that simple? Li Chuan was a little bit unbelievable. He looked at the figure. The figure was decomposing. He saw many familiar structures, those that formed special shadows, those that formed darkness, those that formed dim light...

It's not Chi Lin. Li Chuan realized this, and more abyss threads spread towards the void.

Chi Lin is not here.

where is he?

Li Chuan looked at the red figure again. Was he wrong? Was he really Chi Lin? He continued to observe his structure. Suddenly, a thought came to Li Chuan's mind. He was Chi Lin, but he was just Chi Lin's clone, just like the more than 160 shadows outside. They were all Chi Lin...

After trapping the red figure, Li Chuan's consciousness was quickly drawn out of the blood pool with the sound of the pot. The shadow changed its position again at some point in time.

They are all Chi Lin, so let's trap them all.

The ripples of the pot's sound rose and fell, enveloping all the shadows.

wrong.

Those special shadows raised their heads at the same time. In their bodies, a rhythm that did not belong to Li Chuan was rising and falling, and was constantly strengthening in response to each other.

The blood seeped into the shadow's body as it rose and fell.

The blood lines, blood shadows, and nine blood pools formed a complex pattern, which was expanding rapidly as it surged.

(End of this chapter)