The dark earth was completely silent, without any sound.
In the dense darkness, Wuming heard his own voice spread far away, and when the echo responded slowly and stumbled over, it had become broken and mute.
His spiritual thoughts seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible field. Wu Ming probed his soul, but he could only sense the land within a ten-foot radius around him. There was only a piece of dry soil and nothing else.
quiet……
quiet……
It's so quiet that it's scary...
In the thick darkness where you couldn't even see your fingers, everything seemed as silent as death. In the darkness, it seemed as if there was an invisible big hand that was constantly tightening, and there seemed to be millions of black eyes staring quietly, and there was a sound.
No sound.
Ancient, majestic, desolate, decadent——
This dead silence and darkness are enough to overwhelm people's reason, plunging everything into a silence. Chills and shivers are mixed in the thick air, silently entering through the pores into the internal organs, and penetrate into the bone marrow.
In deep darkness.
Wu Ming paused for a while, then stepped forward.
This is Lotus Market, once a small cave-like pure land, now a restricted area in the world. No matter what happens, it is not surprising.
During the walk, five-color flags were thrown by Wuming's wave, which penetrated the soil and took root in it.
brush!
brush!
brush!
His movements became faster and faster, and the five-color flags almost formed a long line. Although the brilliance was concealed by an inexplicable secret force, the continuous falling flags still directly anchored the earth's landmark.
In this darkness, he always felt that the scene was so chaotic that it was unimaginable. Every step he took, there would be some absurd and unreal feeling in his heart.
The five-color flag is a set of magical instruments, which were separated by ignorance and placed in it with spiritual thoughts to lock the direction.
"The consciousness is blocked."
"The message Yu Gui cannot activate, the inspiration is blocked."
"You can't even see through it?"
In the darkness, Wuming stopped and walked along the way, carefully observing the landforms in his sight, fearing that he would stray into a desperate situation.
There seems to be an inexplicable field in the entire Lotus Ruins. Yu Gui's communication is suppressed to the weakest level. I am afraid that only face to face can normal communication be achieved.
The surrounding fields were quiet, like a piece of black cloth covering the surrounding area, blocking out all the light. There was a faint rustling sound of sand and stones, but it was fleeting.
I don't know how long it took.
Wu Ming finally showed a hint of joy on his face. He smiled and took two steps back, bent his fingers downward, and then tapped lightly on the soil.
He had walked about hundreds of miles in the darkness, and he was somewhat aware of this predicament.
If there are no accidents, this place should be a place where yin gathers, rising and falling, dispersing yang and gathering resentment. It is a natural killing place.
Wu Ming has also dabbled in the methods of searching for dragons and tapping acupoints to understand Feng Shui. Although he is not proficient in it, he still knows a general idea.
When you take advantage of the Qi, the Qi is trapped in the shape. If you look at the shape of the landscape, you can regulate the Qi.
A bright hall can accommodate thousands of horses——
He has found the location of the Mingtang in this underworld. Now he only needs to break up the stagnation and release the tens of thousands of horses imprisoned by the Mingtang. The murderous intention of the underworld will naturally be solved without breaking, and will disappear as the water changes.
"puff!"
When his fingers fell, they seemed to scatter a cloud of air.
The mountains and rivers shook, as if the entire land was moving and changing its direction, and the sounds of feng shui came and went, echoing endlessly.
The darkness in front of my eyes gradually faded away.
A trace of joy appeared on Wu Ming's face. He raised his head, but before he could move, the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stiffened.
Light……
A large five-color flag stood a few feet away, its surface emitting a dim halo.
now.
He was surrounded -
A large five-color flag gathered in a circle, and the flag automatically waved in the wind, and silently surrounded him in the center.
"How is it possible..."
Wu Ming's pupils tightened, and a biting chill suddenly rose from his heels.
In the circle surrounded by five-color flags, there are countless mottled and overlapping footprints, one after another, one after another, stepped on and stacked...
Previously, the flags he threw in sequence along the geographical direction only formed a circle mockingly.
He thought he had walked hundreds of miles in the dark, but in the end, he just kept spinning in circles...
"etc!"
Wu Ming was suddenly startled:
"I just broke through the depression and released all the horses in the bright hall..."
I'm afraid more than ten thousand horses will be released!
The location where he is - is not Mingtang either!
In the midst of the electric light and flint, a low laughter sounded gloomily, with an inexplicable sense of sadness and ridicule.
Wuming turned around violently, and his physical body opened a curtain of light to protect his surroundings.
"Wake up... wake up again..."
Deep in the darkness, there was the sound of stiff joints clicking, and then the sound of harsh footsteps slowly came over.
Click!!!
The moment the footsteps sounded, the flags thrown by ignorance and used to anchor the direction were all broken.
The earth cracked inch by inch, and the sticky darkness began to surge, like a giant beast that was huge enough to burst and began to wake up.
A white skeleton wearing an old scholar's shirt walked over step by step, with two will-o'-the-wisps dancing faintly in its eye sockets, its upper and lower jaws moved stiffly, and it let out a chaotic laugh.
"It hurts...it hurts...don't sleep anymore..."
"Master..."
"Old...teacher..."
The white-bone skull was quite tall, and its skeleton was mottled with marks, including sword wounds and knife marks. Its entire body made a sizzling sound like a rocking skeleton. It made a long sound and then suddenly stopped.
"Human...Yuren..."
After a long period of silence, the motionless white skeleton wearing a colorful half-worn Confucian shirt finally moved again.
The terrifying power like a scourge gradually subsided, and the voice of the bones and skeletons was intermittent, like a cry or a long sigh.
"Yu people... which sacred realm is this...?"
The white-bone skeleton moved stiffly, and the two will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets danced endlessly:
"Now...the Emperor Tai is at peace?"
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…
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
In the darkness, Taoist Fei Xuan retracted his fingers in despair, wailing and rolling on the ground, as if he were mourning his heir.
In front of him, a broken Qi ball floated deep in the earth's eye. Apparently, he was also dislocated by the field, mistook Mingtang, and broke the talisman.
"Even I have fallen, let alone the others! It's over! It's over! It's over!!!" Taoist Fei Xuan ignored Song Chi's shocked eyes, spread out his limbs, and looked helpless:
“It’s such a blessing to encounter this kind of thing just after entering Lotus Market!
Look at the movement just now.
The great evil in this underworld has been released..."
