Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 88
Seeing the slowly floating droplets, Chu Tianming raised his eyebrows and showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I see..." He twisted it casually and stopped it at his fingertips.

He glanced at the drop of liquid again, then took out a small bottle, put it in it, and then walked away.

He didn't feel happy at all about casually killing such a skeleton lizard. Instead, he seemed to have slapped a mosquito to death and brushed away an insect.

In fact, killing such a skeletal lizard is much easier than dealing with the soul mark of Lord Daolei.To defeat the soul mark, he may need to use some extra-legal magic and use a guqin, but to kill the skeletal lizard, he only needs to use a casual stroke.

This stroke is not directly related to whether he has any cultivation level, but it is entirely because he already knows the essence of the skeleton lizard.

Back then, when the calligrapher Lanting laid out the world of calligraphy, he sketched countless ink beasts, and the skeleton lizard was just one of them.Since the calligrapher Lanting could draw the ink beast back then, Chu Tianming could also destroy the ink beast with one stroke.

This is purely a simple "switch", and Chu Tianming is the person who has mastered the "switch".

In the world of calligraphy, Chu Tianming may be the person with the lowest cultivation level, but he can kill any ink beast.

For the next period of time, Chu Tianming walked casually in the bone-eroding desert. The wind and sand in the sky seemed to be able to erode all the landforms, but it did not disrupt his progress at all.

Along the way, ink beasts jumped out one after another. These ink beasts were either skeletal lizards or skeletal sand pythons, but no matter how terrifying they were, they were all killed by Chu Tianming casually, and the little bottle There are more and more droplets in it.

The Mysterious Book Realm is like a small world, when hundreds of disciples entered it, they disappeared like mud cows into the sea. When they were thrown in all directions, they were so scattered that it was almost difficult to meet each other.

It lasted like this for four natural days, which was converted into the time of the Shuxuan world, which meant that more than half of the "First Xuantian" had passed.

There is a page in the Shuxuan world, and one page will be turned every seven days. When the dark night of the sixth day comes, the power of refining will emerge from the world of Shuxuan and begin to wash away the entire Shuxuan world. This time will last for a whole natural day until the first Xuantian is completely over.

When the eighth day comes, the world of Shuxuan will enter the "Second Xuantian".

Now, more than half of the First Xuantian has passed, and it is less than three days before the power of refining appears.

On this day, Chu Tianming had arrived at the edge of the Bone Erosion Desert.

The Bone Erosion Desert seems to be endless, but that is just a wonderful visual misleading. In fact, the edge of the Bone Erosion Desert presents a strange spatial dislocation, which is like folding a piece of paper into a right angle. The Bone Desert occupies one side of the paper, and on the other side perpendicular to it, there is another world with a completely different scenery.

It was a forest.

At this moment, Chu Tianming was standing at the break line between the bone-eroding desert and the forest. With one step, he could step into the forest.

But at this moment, his steps suddenly paused.

"Swish..."

There was only a rustling sound, and then, the sandbag behind him swelled at a speed that was visible to the eye, and then a thin palm was inserted from the sand and grabbed the ground suddenly.

With a push of his hand, a monster like a mummy crawled out of the ground.

This is a humanoid monster, the clothes on his body have long since turned into dilapidated old strips of cloth. It is skinny, with a layer of wind and sand wrapped around its body, like a corpse resurrected from the yellow sand.

"Ghost?" Chu Tianming frowned and pondered, "A monk who was corrupted by the dark aura? He was actually washed away like this by the power of refining? After Xiao Yao modified the 'Earth Mysterious Book', he weakened it The refining power that comes with it actually allows you ghosts to survive..."

He said, slowly taking out the ghost pen.

"The living are born...the dead die...reverse life..." The humanoid monster 'Ghost' opened and closed its mouth, exhaling wisps of black smoke. It spit out ugly words in a hoarse voice, but Chu Tianming completely listened Gotta understand.

"There are only wreckage left, and my wavering will is still thinking about these illusory things." Chu Tianming shook his head.At this time, the ghost opened its arms and pounced on Chu Tianming in a strange manner. When it moved, the endless yellow sand swept away, vaguely forming an indestructible cage, trying to capture Chu Tianming. The sky is closed.

Chu Tianming drew a stroke casually, and the ink mark appeared, like a sword from heaven, slashing on the cage. With a "clang" sound, the cage shattered on the spot.

After crossing the cage, Chu Tianming stepped on the stars and earth, retreated instead of advancing, and rushed towards the ghost.

The ghost uttered strange syllables and thrust its bone claws into the windy sand to grab and pull out. Suddenly, countless sand and dust gathered crazily and turned into a sickle-shaped weapon.

"Nihuo..." It waved its sickle and struck at Chu Tianming with a strange scream.

As soon as the scythe came down, a dark crack appeared in the air. If it touched it, the Yinluo Realm monks would probably hate it on the spot.

Chu Tianming's expression did not change. Just when the sickle was about to hit him, his figure flashed strangely and passed directly past the sickle and came to the front of the ghost.

With a flick of his wrist, the hairs of Gui Hao's pen suddenly gathered together, like a sharp sword, pointing at the ghost's eyebrows.

"Reverse life..." The ghost roared, and the center of its eyebrows suddenly cracked, emitting a dark light, trying to engulf Chu Tianming.

Chu Tianming snorted coldly, but Gui Hao's pen did not retreat at all.

"Darkness? What a small darkness!"

In an instant, billions of rays of light appeared all over Chu Tianming. At this moment, he seemed like the Holy Emperor was alive, and like the Emperor flying in the sky. He pointed a finger at random, as if pointing out the supreme order.

Gui Hao's pen pierced the darkness and touched the ghost's brow.

At this moment, all the ghost's movements stopped abruptly, and the sickle in its hand turned into sand again and fell.

"laugh--"

Countless white smoke rose up around the ghost, and the smoke was full of pungent smells. A skeletal figure gradually emerged from the white smoke.

This figure was extremely shriveled, as if it had been deprived of nutrients for many years. It was more disgusting than a mummy.

The figure's eyes slowly turned from white to black, and then turned around. When it saw Chu Tianming, its throat rolled slightly, and it uttered a hoarse human voice.

"Holy...Holy Lord...he..."

Before he finished speaking, his last breath had passed away, and his whole body turned into loess with a "peng" sound, becoming part of the bone-eroding desert.

Chu Tianming stepped on the sand, glanced at the loess at his feet, and sighed.

Whether you like it or not, the darkness of that year has indeed corrupted people...

No matter what the calligrapher Lanting's motives were for leaving them in the world of calligraphy, in the end it was impossible to erase them one by one, or the darkness in their hearts.

Darkness comes from a pursuit.

Falling into darkness comes from the weakness of one's own will.

When you hold the magic sword in your hand, the magic sword also controls you.

(End of this chapter)