Plunging into the weak water, I feel that my body is beginning to be corroded and sinking continuously, as if it will sink here forever, until everything is dissolved into the weak water.

Qin Yang did not resist, but quietly went with the flow, adapting to everything in Weak Shui first.

The power of the big river here is much stronger than that of the Nai River that I encountered before. Even if the nature is similar, it can only prevent him from being transformed into weak water. It will take time to forcefully adapt to it passively.

Qin Yang closed his eyes and drifted with the current. Outside this huge stretch of water network, Shura looked at one of the ten thousand miles wide Milky Way, roaring towards him. He couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and quickly backed away for fear of being involved.

Thinking about how Qin Yang actually opened his arms and plunged in with a fierce thrust, Shura felt that his third uncle, who seemed unreliable, didn't seem to like to talk nonsense.

It’s unlikely that Third Master Uncle committed suicide.

Standing outside the water net, after careful consideration, Shura did not dare to rush in.

Passing through the gap in the water network, he thought that he did not have the speed to follow the water veins from the weak water river, and without the strength, he felt that he would definitely not be able to withstand such a huge weak water vein.

In the end, he could only wait outside honestly. If it took a long time, he would listen to his third uncle and go find his master himself.

In the Ruoshui River, Qin Yang, who had no human form, slowly recovered, and his adaptation was much easier than expected.

Even this time, there was an obvious change. His water body could absorb part of the weak water bit by bit and integrate it into itself.

Being able to blend into weak water, and being able to rely on passiveness to forcibly become immune to weak water damage are completely different things.

The former can do many more things than the latter, while the latter can only forcefully swim, and still has the characteristics of weak water.

More importantly, the water body can barely blend in, which means that his previous deduction was correct.

Weak water is something that can exist in both the world of the living and the realm of the dead.

Only the spiritual water that exists in the world of the living can be included in his water body. This has been verified before.

Nowadays, when integrating, there is a kind of obstacle. The whole process is extremely difficult. It should be that the weak water of the world of the dead is somewhat different from the weak water of the world of the living. It should be the characteristics of the world of the dead.

But that doesn't matter, as long as you can blend in.

Qin Yang transformed into a weak water body and blended into the weak water river, swimming freely like a fish.

An idea emerged uncontrollably in my mind.

Since weak water can exist in both the world of the living and the realm of the dead, isn't it the most suitable bridge between life and death?

What could be more appropriate than this?

No more now.

If there is a weak water river, it can flow out from the world of the living, flow into the world of the dead, and then flow out from the world of the dead, turning into the source of the weak water river in the world of the living, forming a closed loop.

Is it possible?

It's very possible, and theoretically very reliable.

With this thought, Qin Yang did not rush through the weak water network, but followed the direction of the weak water river and drifted with the current.

A river may have no banks, but it will not have an end. There will definitely be some changes at the end.

From one river, it flows through a fork, merges with another river, and continues to drift. In this way, it encounters dozens of forks in a row. With continuous convergence, the weak water river begins to become wider and wider, and the power contained in it becomes more and more powerful.

The stronger.

The characteristic of transforming into all things was pushed to the extreme here. Qin Yang could already feel that the death energy near the river was forcibly transformed when it fell into it.

The space around the river began to become a little distorted. It seemed that the weak water river had been able to dissolve the space here, and finally the weak water river itself forcibly held up the space.

Qin Yang sank to the bottom of the weak water river and looked at the scene outside. The sense of fragmentation from space was particularly strong.

Qin Yang calmed down and continued to wait. He did not believe that the Ruoshui River had no end. Anyway, he was now in the realm of the dead, and most of the place was void. Even if he got lost, where could he get lost?

Qin Yang counted quietly. After passing eighty-one forks, the front finally changed.

A group of dilapidated ruins appeared.

The rushing weak water flowed into the ruins, and the Milky Way, which was unknown how wide, continued to shrink, condensing into a small river only a few dozen feet wide, passing through the middle of the ruins.

The moment he touched the bank, Qin Yang turned into a weak water, rushed out of the river, and landed on the bank.

Without taking a closer look at everything here, Qin Yang took the lead in leaning down and stroking the material on the shore, a material that looked like black stone or black iron, which he had never seen before.

But it can turn into a river, carrying weak water. Even if the weak water flows through, there will be no trace of corrosion or melting.

What a good thing.

A long time ago, Qin Yang was curious about one thing, especially when he floated eighty-one forks in the weak water river just now. When he got to the back, when he saw the weak water, even the space itself melted away. From occupying the space to

To open up space.

Therefore, Qin Yang's curiosity completely exploded when he saw the Ruoshui River running through the ruins.

In the past, he was just curious. Weak water had been boasted by numerous books, claiming that it could melt everything, that it could not defeat mustard, that a feather could not float, etc. There were a series of boasting records.

In other words, except for weak water itself, there is nothing that weak water cannot melt.

Qin Yang has witnessed this before.

So the question is, if the weak water is so strong, what about the river?

What can be considered a river?

Qin Yang felt that most of the rocks he saw in Naihe were melted away by the weak water.

The weak water veins that the ancient underworld used to protect its surroundings must be different from what we see now. Now they are all the result of fragmentation and collapse. What did the ancient underworld use as rivers back then?

Even if there is no river, such a powerful thing is surrounded by things. As seen just now, it can be regarded as airtight. Even if Master Meng comes, he may not be able to get through it at his speed.

How did those people in the ancient underworld get through?

Either they have a treasure that can travel through the weak water, or they can completely master the weak water veins, or it is a relatively simple way. They cannot have Fu Jun or Emperor Fengdu personally control the weak water veins every time someone comes in or out.

These strange questions have been bothering Qin Yang for a long time.

Now I finally have the answer.

The material under your feet can be used as a river. If it can be used as a material for monks and refined into a magic weapon or a secret treasure, it can definitely be turned into a top-quality treasure with full individual resistance in an instant.

Unfortunately, Qin Yang tried it, and found that the material looked like black stone or black iron. It was extremely hard, as if it had been forcibly solidified.

Most of everything here has traces of the passage of time and the erosion of time, but the river itself is completely integrated, with no signs of dilapidation at all.

Qin Yang studied it and found that there was no way to mine it. There was no material for one and the other. It was almost confirmed. The material of the river seemed not to rely solely on its own power, but also had another special power that changed its state.

It was forcibly cured permanently.

Qin Yang was full of regrets and retracted his hand after a long while. From now on, he would always get a suitable innate object and refine it into an innate iron pickaxe. Then he could dig whatever he wanted.

I gave up digging the river channel and looked around. This group of ruins was divided into two halves by the weak water. On the whole, there didn't seem to be much difference between the two sides.

On the right side of where Qin Yang was, there was something very conspicuous, an incomplete statue that seemed to have been weathered for tens of thousands of years.

But Qin Yang could still tell that it seemed to be a buffalo. The buffalo stood there casually with its eyelids drooped, giving it an air of being unworthy of the world.

Qin Yang always felt that he had seen it somewhere, and it seemed familiar. After recalling it, this cow seemed to be quite similar to Haili's sacred cow. The sacred cow also had the same attitude.

But it looks like it, but it doesn’t look like it. If it’s not a sacred cow, then where have you seen it?

Qin Yang would not think that he felt familiar. It was just an illusion. He must have had an impression before.

When I came to the buffalo sculpture and looked in the direction where the buffalo was looking, I saw a horse's head peeking out from the rubble on the other side.

Qin Yang swam to the other side, moved away the debris, and saw a sculpture of a horse standing on one foot on the ground, with its front hooves raised high.

The horse held its head high, with a high-spirited attitude, its eyes squinted at the buffalo on the other side, and its mouth was slightly crooked.

Qin Yang felt a trace of charm inexplicably. He looked in the direction where the horse was looking sideways and saw the buffalo on the other side. He blurted out a sentence with a strong disdainful tone.

"Oh, melon peel."

After the words came out, Qin Yang was startled and quickly took a few steps back, carefully looking at the mottled horse statue.

The hidden charm was so strong that it even affected him.

Qin Yang took two steps back, cupped his hands, and said politely.

"This junior came here unintentionally. I didn't mean to disturb you. I hope my seniors won't be surprised or weirded out."

Taking a few steps back, Qin Yang began to search among the ruins.

You can vaguely see that many people have practiced here, you can see the traces of a large number of monks, and you can also see the traces left behind at the last moment when this place collapsed and was destroyed.

After walking through a main hall and coming to a room where monks were active, Qin Yang saw a line of words carved on the ground with a sharp pen.

"The weak water is out of control, pouring in backwards, annihilating everything, leaving no one alive, the master of Zuo, the weak water department, Zuo Qianhu's masterpiece."

After walking out of the room and looking again, Qin Yang was a little surprised. No wonder the traces of the monks he saw were still there, but there were no traces of fighting.

In other words, has everything here been melted by the weak water?

Following this room, walking back again, there is another hall. This place is empty, except for half a hydrographic map outlined on the stone wall in front.

As Qin Yang approached, he saw the hydrographic map reflected in his mind, and the weak water network outside immediately appeared in his mind.

Qin Yang was thoughtful, brushing through the water veins and ravines on the hydrograph, coming to the shore, turning into a body of weak water, attracting a trace of weak water, and was about to fill it into the water veins and ravines on the hydrograph.

hour.

Qin Yang paused, pondered for a moment, then dismantled the stone wall, picked it up and refined it first.
To be continued...